Yume: Alright, my little dreamers! I have returned with another chapter of "Take It Out On Me"!
Yuki: Yes, she is back and probably worse than ever. This isn't her best chapter, I'm afraid.
Yume: Shaddup, dude. Alright, guys, sorry for missing my once a month deadline but someone *cough*Yuki*cough* needed a lot of help with a homework assignment. But here's the next chapter!
Yuki: Okay, thanks to Josephine Dark, kwiluvu, SandraStar66, and Airi 65 for reviewing. Hey, Yume! Your begging actually worked. You managed to get 4 reviews!
Yume: … Thanks, I guess. And Airi-chan, this chapter's for you! Now let's get this story started!
Rima wiped off the blood on her knuckles on her handkerchief. She sighed dreamily and said, "Nothing better than revenge on a rainy day." She got out her umbrella and headed home, leaving what seemed to be a battlefield behind.
"Rima! Rima! Where are you?!" Kaen screamed. Rima turned around and saw her mother frantically running around in the rain. She looked as if she'd been in the rain for hours and Rima wondered why. "Rima! Where did you go?!"
It dawned on Rima that she never actually told her parents that she was in an afterschool program. "Mama! I'm right here! I'm fine, Mama, honest," Rima ran to her mother who enveloped her in a warm and wet hug.
"Oh, my Rima. Where were you? You didn't come home. Your father and I were worried sick," Kaen scolded her daughter.
Rima gave a bright grin. "Oh, I'm the Dance Committee. I was just… making some friends," Rima answered slyly.
Kaen looked at her daughter's eyes that were glinting with mischief and decided it wasn't worth it. With an exasperated sigh, she said, "Well, alright then. At least you're safe. So are there any boys in the committee?"
Rima's face turned a bright scarlet. "W-why would you ask that?"
"Oh, just wondering. By the look on your face, I'd say that I was right. So, is he cute?"
Rima turned an even brighter shade of red. "I don't know what you're talking about. There's no one."
Kaen raised an eyebrow at her blushing child. "Alright, but when your father finds out, no one in the city will be safe."
Xx_The Next Day in Seiyo High_xX
Rima was grudgingly walking to Seiyo. "Stupid mom and her stupid 'woman's intuition'…" she grumbled as she stomped towards the gate where Amu was waiting.
"Hey, Rima," Amu called out. She was about to run over but stopped after getting a good look at the blonde. "Why do you look so… dead?"
Rima had yet to come out of her zombie-like trance and hadn't realized that her best friend was right next to her. "Stupid late night chats about boys and 'how to be prepared'…" Rima kept muttering as she walked passed Amu and into the building.
"R-Rima! What's up with the ignoring?" Amu asked while following the blonde.
Rima seemed to have snapped out of her sleep and turned around, casting a tired gaze onto Amu. "Oh, hey Amu," Rima said, finally realizing her friend was there. "When did you get here?" She stretched and rubber her eyes like a kitten after waking up from a nap. Amu had to resist from hugging the adorable girl.
"I've been here for ten minutes, Rima," Amu answered.
The tiny girl blinked. "Oh. Hi."
Amu chuckled. "Hi to you too. So what's with the face?"
"My mom's been bugging me about… stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"The kind that's not any of your business," Rima snapped.
Amu held her hands up in defense. "Alright, alright," she mused. The odd pair started walking towards their classroom. Today, Amu was sporting a dark crimson blazer rather than the usual black. She had her hair down, spiked in a very punk manner, and was catching the attention of every person they walked past. It was days like this when Rima almost hated having Amu as a best friend. She was everything Rima wasn't- cool, tall, confident yet just vulnerable enough not to seem too perfect. She felt horrible for feeling this way but sometimes she wished that Amu was like the Amu she had met in 5th grade. The one who was too scared to be her real self. For once, Rima wanted to be the stronger one of the two but that just never happened. "Rima, c'mon! We're gonna be late! Why'd you stop walking?!"
Rima blinked twice. She looked at Amu and noticed that she was almost 10 feet away from her. "Oh, sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts," Rima answered back, still quite dazed.
"Well, we should hurry up unless we want Nikaidou to show up again." But speak of the devil and the devil shall appear.
"HIMAMORI~" Both girls turned around to see their odd teachers running right at them. They both let out a shriek and jumped out of his way. "HURRY! DON'T BE LATE OR ELSE THAT'S A DETENTION FOR YOU!"
"Oh, God, not again…" they both mumbled and began running after the hyperactive man.
Xx_Take It Out On Me_xX
"Alright, class!" Nikaidou said brightly. The entire class groaned. He was way too happy in the morning. "It seems that our very own Rima Mashiro has come up with the theme for our Winter Dance. Let's give her a round of applause!"
Everyone clapped very weakly while Rima slid down her seat, silently hoping to die. 'Oh my manga, why?' Rima thought to herself.
"Now I would like to welcome a student that you may know. He's from a different class but his parents asked for him to be moved to another class," Nikaidou announced. Rima's eyes widened and she slowly turned her head to the door. She began leaning towards it, hoping that it wasn't who she was thinking of. And it wasn't. "Alright, you can come in."
Suddenly, a boy's head popped into the classroom through the door. He had light brown hair styled into what seemed to be a rooster-tail type of hairdo. Seeing as Rima was right in front of the door- Nikaidou had moved her seat to the front of the room so that she couldn't plan things out in the back-, the head scared the hell out of her. She fell back and shrieked, but not before slapping the boy in the face. The entire class erupted in laughter as they stared at the red-faced Rima on the ground and the shocked boy with a red handprint on his face. (A/N: How many of you thought it was Nagi? Hehe, c'mon. I'm not that cliché.)
"… Is this the right class?" the boy finally said after a minute of being frozen. He walked into the classroom, rubbing his face.
"Yep! Kirishima-kun, meet your new classmates for the rest of your year," Nikaidou chirped cheerfully.
Kirishima scanned the crowd and stared at the blonde who had slapped him. She was getting off the ground when she looked up to see him staring at her. She stared back and they continued to do so for several uncomfortable minutes. Well, more uncomfortable for everyone else than them. Suddenly, Rima said, "What're you looking at, rooster-head?"
Kirishima flushed a deep red and muttered, "Huh? Oh, n-nothing." He then turned to the class and said, "Hello, my name is Fuyuki Kirishima. It's a pleasure to meet you." He smiled at each of them before glancing at Rima and blushing once more.
Rima rolled her eyes. 'Great, another fan boy,' she thought.
Nikaidou watched as Kirishima stared at Rima before coming up with a brilliant idea. With a devious smirk on his face, he said," Welcome to the class, Kirishima-kun! I do hope you enjoy your stay here. To make sure you're completely comfortable, I think you should have a buddy to help you out!" Rima narrowed her eyes; she already knew what he was planning. He smirked at her and exclaimed, "Mashiro! You're his new buddy! Please treat him kindly!"
Kirishima watched as the blonde cracked her knuckles before sighing. "Alright, I'll do it…" she reluctantly agreed. She looked up at Kirishima once again. "Don't make me regret doing this, rooster head," she threatened before dragging him to the seat next to her and sitting down in her own.
'This is going to be a long year…' they both thought.
Yume: And that concludes chapter 5!
Yuki: Again, not your best.
Yume: Yes, but not my worst! Some drama's gonna be going on with Kirishima involved.
Yuki: Yay, I cannot wait.
Yume: You could be a bit more excited, you dweeb.
Yuki: I could but I won't. We hope you enjoyed the chapter. All reviews are appreciated, even flames!
Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara nor will I ever. I make no money from writing these stories. I own nothing but the plot and a few OCs. Peace out! ^^