Yume: GOMEN!

Yuki: You promised you wouldn't ever do this again.

Yume: Well, it's only been two months. Last time was six.

Yuki: That doesn't make it much better.

Yume: I know, I know. I'm sorry for taking so long but here's the chapter! It's kind of filler but it leads up to a few very important events.

Yuki: Yeah, yeah. They can't wait much longer.

Yume: You're right. Let me just say thanks to xHibiki, Airi-chan, and Azuky-Bunny for reviewing and extra thanks to Airi-chan for putting up with me.

Yuki: That's one less than before.

Yume: Hush, hush. Now let's get this story started!

Rima began tapping her pencil onto her notebook. This was a completely subconscious move but Nagihiko didn't care. The tapping was annoying him so much. "Mashiro-san, can you please stop that?" he all but begged.

She stared at him blankly. "Sorry, purple head. If you don't like it, you shouldn't have asked me to eat lunch with you," she answered nonchalantly before looking away and tapping even louder.

Nagihiko's eye was twitching; he was sure of it. 'Only half an hour more, Nagihiko. Then you're free. 30 more minutes and you can leave the blonde and go shoot a basket or something. 30 more minutes…' Nagihiko watched the girl tap while eating her rice ball. 'So not worth it…' he thought to himself while digging into his lunch.

The two sat in silence, not counting the tapping, before Rima spoke up. "So why'd you wanna see me anyway, grape hat?"

"I thought it would be wise to discuss your plans for the dance, captain."

Rima shot a glare at him. "Well, do you still think it is?" She started tapping faster and louder and it took Nagihiko all his self-control not to break the damn pencil.

"Yes," he answered bitingly. "It would be best if we discussed in now so that we don't have such a huge workload after school."

Rima pondered on that. 'If we don't have much to do after school, then I could probably ask Amu to wait a bit.' "I suppose you're right."

Nagihiko's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "I'm… right…?"

"Yep."

He stared at her for a few minutes, wondering who the hell switched out Rima for this girl. "Alright… Well, then. How much do you think everything would cost in total?"

Tap, tap, tap. "You know I'm not good at math."

"Well, any ideas on where we can get everything?"

Tap, tap, tap. "I'm pitching ideas, not advertising."

"Do you know anything?"

Tap, tap, crick!

Rima stared at the two halves of her pencil that landed on the floor. She then looked back at Nagihiko, who looked extremely disheveled, and smirked. "Apparently, I know how to annoy you."

Nagihiko's eye twitched. His sanity was hanging by a thin, little thread and she had scissors. He sighed. There was really no way to work with this girl. "Look, Mashiro-san. I'm tired, confused and going insane," he pleaded. "Can you please help me here?"

Rima took in the bags under his eyes, blemishing his otherwise perfect complexion. 'This dance must be really important to him…' she thought. "Alright, I'm sorry. I really don't know what I'm doing her. I didn't want to be part of this stupid committee in the first place!"

"I know you didn't. The whole school knows actually. We all heard about the…" he trailed off when he saw the intensity of her glare. "Incident?"

"Yes, that's what it was. Continue."

"Alright, so we heard about the incident. Honestly, I don't mind if you don't work with us. I promise I won't tell," he gave her a tired smile. He would never tell anyone, mainly because he had a reputation of being a gentleman, but he was only saying this because he hoped she would agree. He doesn't mind her so much but it was hell working with her.

Rima stared at his exhausted expression guiltily before sighing. "No, no. I promised I would help so I will." She slouched her back and thought, 'Damn it, when did I grow a conscience?'

Nagihiko nearly cursed out loud. "No, I'm serious. It's alright." He stared at her with a hard look, daring her to disagree.

She raised a brow at his expression. He looked like a constipated raccoon with an eye twitch. "No, I'm serious. I'll stay and help."

"No, you should do whatever else you want to."

"I already promised I would do it."

"No one cares if you break it."

"I would. I'd feel bad."

"Who knew you had a conscience?"

"That's what I thought- Hey, wait a minute!" Her face reddened with anger. Nagihiko just laughed at her tomato-like face. "Just accept the fact that I'm helping you, purple head."

Nagihiko knew that this was going nowhere. Whether he liked it or not, she was "helping" him. He didn't even bother answering her that time. He laid back on the grass and stared up at the sky. The white clouds swirled around against a pale blue sky. It almost looked angry. He followed the chaos of clouds with his eyes, wondering what was upsetting the sky.

Rima noticed his troubled expression and looked up at the sky. Her eyes widened. The clouds were moving around restlessly. It looked crazy and chaotic but at the same time, it was graceful? The quick, sharp movements of the clouds were like a passionate but unrehearsed tango. How could clouds move in such a manner?

If they weren't so preoccupied by the odd patterns of the clouds, they would have noticed a shady figure entering the schoolyard and hiding behind a tree to watch them. If they weren't so busy staring at the sky, they would have heard the figure whisper, "The trap is set. Begin readying for the main event." Sadly, they weren't paying attention and the figure slipped away into the shadows of the school.

"Well, that's weird," Rima broke the silence. Nagihiko jumped slightly before stretching out his limbs.

"Yeah, really weird," he continued to stretch and try to regain feeling in his arms. "Shall we go? Our classes have free periods next. We can go plan a bit more." He put out his hand to help the short girl up and she took it.

"Actually, I have plans next block," she brushed off some dirt from her skirt and picked up her bag.

"Let's see. We could find out where to get the fake snow and how to make the rink and… wait, did you just say you had plans?" Nagihiko whirled around to face her. "We still have so much to do!"

Rima shrugged. "I didn't actually think you'd ask to work more. I have to get to know the new student in class," her eyes narrowed slightly when she remembered how her new classmate acted around her. She really did not want to hang around a fanboy-in-the-making.

"Can't you just help her during class or tomorrow? I mean, you two are in the same class," Nagihiko groaned in frustration.

"Well, no. I made another promise, something I really have to stop doing," Rima grumbled quietly. "Later." She began walking towards the school and away from the annoyed boy who began walking to the other side of the school. "Oh, and it's a guy."

This stopped Nagihiko in his tracks. Rima Mashiro was about to spend time with a boy voluntarily. Well, she doesn't really want to do it but he didn't know that. He felt a weird churning in his stomach and he unconsciously clenched his fists. 'Why is Rima hanging out with a boy from her class? From what I heard, she doesn't like anyone but that pink haired girl,' he thought bitterly. His eyebrows furrowed and he began to glare at a tree. Then he realized what he was doing. He relaxed his fists and stopped taking his anger out on the tree. 'Wait, what am I thinking? I don't care about what she does.' He began walking to his next class once more but he couldn't shake away that strange feeling he had in his gut.

Yume: And that concludes chapter 6!

Yuki: That's actually not bad. The cloud part was weird though.

Yume: It's symbolic.

Yuki: It's not possible.

Yume: Shut up, Yuki.

Yuki: Nah, I don't think so. 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! ^^