number— one
genre—
humor/romance
pairing—
rima/nagihiko
rating—

word count—2,745 words
summary— Because they may or may not like each other... even though they haven't seen each other in eight years. "Oh, so you're that girl that stabbed my eye out with a stick." AU
notes— I have notes at both the beginning and end of my stories coz I talk too much. orz


They first met when they were about six.

→phone call— mashiro rima&fujisaki nagihiko
october fifth

e i g h t y e a r s y e a r s l a t e r

"— hello? This is Fujisaki Nagihiko."

"Oh sorry, wrong— wait. Are you that kid that made me get run over by a car?"

"… what?"

"Eight years ago, Mashiro Rima, retard."

"Oh, you're that girl that stabbed my eye out with a stick."

"… maybe."

end call

[001.s.i.d.e.l.i.n.e c.o.n.v.e.r.s.a.t.i.o.n.s]
"... sadist." Amu

→text message— fujisaki noriko&mashiro aria
november ninth

o n e m o n t h l a t e r

to— Fujisaki Noriko
from—
Mashiro Aria
subject—
talcum powder

In actuality, this is her daughter, who doesn't type like an illiterate idiot.
On the other hand, she would like to ask if this talcum powder works for her so-called 'feminine needs'.

to— Mashiro Aria
from—
Fujisaki Noriko
subject— re:RE:
talcum powder

In actuality, this is her son, who also doesn't type like an illiterate idiot.
And, sadly, is also quite afraid of branches these days.
Quite unfortunately, I cannot say as to if talcum powder works or not, unless you tell me what these so-called 'feminine needs' are.

to— Fujisaki Noriko
from—
Mashiro Aria
subject— re:RE:re:
talcum powder

Stop copying me. And it's your fault that I now have an irrational fear of cars, so shut up.
… If you'd like to be formally informed, I'd recommend you come to my health class. There are plenty of 'healthy, growing, curious' boys in there. They'd be happy to fill you in.

→t w o h o u r s l a t e r

"So what did she say about the talcum powder?"

"I don't know. Her son doesn't know about feminine needs, and he never replied after I offered him lessons, so."

"Oh, I see— wait, what?"

→t w o m o r e h o u r s l a t e r

"— you were flirting with him via text message."

"Well, genius, if you were actually reading the texts, you'd see that we merely exchanged brief conversation. Most of it about feminine needs that we need not to delve into. And, if you needed to be reminded, he made me nearly get run over by an effing monster truck when I was six, so, we're not exactly on 'good terms'."

"…"

→conversation— mashiro rima&mashiro aria
november eleventh

t w o d a y s l a t e r

"… what is this."

"It's a phone number, sweetheart."

"I know, but whose is it?"

"An emergency caller, call only when necessary."

"… whatever. As long as it isn't a child molester or something."

→phone bill— mashiro rima
april twenty-fourth

s i x m o n t h s l a t e r

7:01 am— twenty six minutes, thirty seven seconds: unknown number
3:28 pm
— thirty four minutes, four seconds: unknown number
4:53 pm—
sixty seven minutes, forty three seconds: Hinamori Amu
6:39 pm—
five minutes, seven seconds: unknown number
7:01 pm—
seven minutes, fifty six seconds: unknown number
7:09 pm—
thirteen minutes, three seconds: unknown number
7:23 pm—
twenty nine minutes, twenty nine seconds: unknown number
8:42 pm—
ninety six minutes, seventeen seconds: Hinamori Amu
11:07 pm—
one hundred twenty four minutes, two seconds: unknown number
1:11 am—
zero minutes, fifty nine seconds: Fujisaki Nagihiko

→conversation— mashiro rima&mashiro aria
april twenty-fifth

f o u r t e e n h o u r s l a t e r

"Rima, stop flirting over the phone. Go assert yourself; you should do something, anything! Seduce him, for all I care!"

"… pretending that you don't care, doesn't make it any less suspicious when you suggest seducing, dearest mother."

→conversation— mashiro rima&hinamori amu
june sixteenth

o n e m o n t h l a t e r

"That guy was hitting on you, Rima."

"... no, I don't think so. His hair's too… I dunno… gay. Not that I have anything against gays."

"… hm, really? I thought he was pretty hot? His hair was pretty though. Long and purple."

"Besides, whenever I took the pen or something, all the other baggers had a glare down at my hand. Pft, stupid obsessive teenagers these days."

"… oh. I get it. You still like that Nagihiko guy, right? Do you even know where he lives? I mean, you know his number and everything, and you always call him, even though you say you 'hate him', and… hey, Rima, what are you going to do with that rock—?"

→conversation— souma kukai&fujisaki nagihiko
june sixteenth

s a m e d a y

"Hey, that blonde chick was cute."

"What are you, a pedo? She was like… eight."

"Nah, no she wasn't. You know that pink-haired girl that was with her? She's dating Ikuto, who is Utau's brother. And I am pretty sure that pink-haired girl is over the age of eight. Unless, of course, Ikuto's a pedo or something."

"… which would be completely plausible, of course. But yeah, she was… pretty."

→text message— mashiro rima&fujisaki nagihiko
june nineteenth

t h r e e d a y s l a t e r

to— le chibi
from—
Fujisaki Nagihiko
subject—
[none]

Did you watch Insidious?

to— le douche
from—
Mashiro Rima
subject—
I hate you

I hate you.

to— le chibi
from—
Fujisaki Nagihiko
subject— re:RE:
I hate you

It wasn't that bad. And awh, I love you too. :)

(And maybe he meant it. Maybe.)

→text message— mashiro rima&fujisaki nagihiko
july fourth

o n e m o n t h l a t e r

to— le douche
from—
mashiro rima
subject—
[none]

Happy birthday, le douche.

→thoughts—
august thirteenth

o n e m o n t h l a t e r

She's been wanting to see him lately. What he looks like. Who he is. What he does.

It's the little things that make her think.

But really, what hits her hard is when all of a sudden, the little conversations they have… just aren't enough anymore.

→thoughts—
august thirteenth

s a m e d a y

He's starting to think that maybe she doesn't like him the way he might like her.

Maybe it's weird to have a sorta-kinda small crush on somebody that he doesn't remember, and only talks to via phone.

It's difficult, sometimes, hearing her talk over the phone— although usually it included the words 'douche', 'fag', and 'idiot'— and not even knowing if she thinks of him the same way.

→phone bill— fujisaki nagihiko
september sixth

o n e m o n t h l a t e r

9:38 am— one hundred twenty-nine minutes, thirty-seven seconds: Mashiro Rima
3:09 pm—
seventy-four minutes, twenty-three seconds: Mashiro Rima
5:32 pm—
one hundred sixty-five minutes, six seconds: Mashiro Rima
7:14 pm—
three minutes, nine seconds: Souma Kukai
7:25 pm—
two-hundred forty-one minutes, fifty-two seconds: Mashiro Rima
11:28 pm—
fifty-six seconds: Souma Kukai
11:49 pm—
one hundred seventy-seven minutes, one second: Mashiro Rima
3:17 am—
fifty-nine seconds: Mashiro Rima

→phone call— mashiro rima&fujisaki nagihiko
september seventeenth

e l e v e n d a y s l a t e r

"— wait, you have fangirls?"

"What, is it surprising or something?"

"… I'm surprised anybody would think that somebody as unattractive as you would have… a… harem."

"One, it's not a harem, Rima, and two, I am quite attractive, thank you very much."

"…"

"…? Rima?"

"—do you have a girlfriend?"

"… oh, um… no… I don't really… n-need one, I guess?"

And maybe she was a little more than relieved at the fact that he was single.

"… what about you? D'ya have a boyfriend?"

"As if. All the guys I know are absolute retards. Half of them go flying out windows or drive themselves into trees."

And maybe he was a little happy that she didn't like anybody.

Maybe they were.

→conversation—
september twenty-ninth

t w o m o n t h s l a t e r

"Fujisaki-sama… I… I love you. Please go out with me!"

"Oh… um, wow. W-well… I mean… I really— will you stop pushing me Kukai."

"Fu… Fujisaki-sama?"

"… I… er…"

→conversation—
september twenty-ninth

s a m e d a y

"Rima-sama, you're like the sun to me. You are a priceless antique doll, flawless in all aspects, with beauty that shines with… um. With beauty that shines like the sun."

"... uh. Well, that wasn't creepy at— ow Amu, was that necessary? Anyways. Um. Thanks?"

"Does that mean you'll go out with me?"

"Oh… uh. I-I… I'm sorry, that's just… I mean… I'm really sorry, but, what's your name again?"

→conversation— mashiro rima&hinamori amu
october fifth

o n e w e e k l a t e r

"Hey, it's that bagger guy from last time! Holy— that is a lot of girls."

"… who?"

"You know, the one who was hot, with really long, purple hair?"

"No, I do regret to say that I do not recall who it is we are talking about."

"Oh really? I think you just want to think about Nagihiko all the— wait, Rima, I was just kidding, please put down the rock—!"

→conversation— fujisaki nagihiko&souma kukai
october fifth

s a m e d a y

"— I think I'm literally drowning in girls. I mean… hey, it's that blonde chick from the grocery store! Hey, blonde girl and pink… girl! Over here!"

"Are you an idiot? What are you effing doing?"

"I'm saving your sorry, cross-dressing face, so shut up and let me yell."

→conversation— mashiro rima&hinamori amu
october fifth

s a m e d a y

"… did he just call me pink girl?"

"Yes."

"… should we go over there?"

"And be either recruited into a harem, or be mauled to death by crazy psychotics? I'd rather not take my chances, thanks. Although, I have to admit, it's pretty entertaining watching the girls assault them."

"… sadist."

→text message— fujisaki nagihiko&mashiro rima
october fifth

s a m e d a y

to— le douche
from—
Mashiro Rima
subject—
[none]

Some guy is getting attacked by a bunch of girls. Want me to take a picture? :)

to— le chibi
from—
Fujisaki Nagihiko
subject—
[none]

… yeah. I want a picture.

And he watched as the blonde girl from across the street took a picture.

→text message— mashiro rima&fujsaki nagihiko
october fifth

s a m e d a y

to— le chibi
from—
Fujisaki Nagihiko
subject—
[none]

There's some creepy girl watching me. Wanna see? 8D

to— le douche
from—
Mashiro Rima
subject—
[none]

I bet you're just being overly self-confident. What kind of idiot would be staring at you? But sure, picture, now.

And she watched as he walked towards her…

… stopped…

… and pointed.

→conversation— mashiro rima&fujisaki nagihiko
october fifth

s a m e d a y

"— pointing is actually very impolite."

"So is watching people get mauled half to death by people."

"Surprisingly, it was actually quite amusing."

"Gee, thanks, love you too."

"… really?"

"— maybe. Then again, why should you care? I'm unattractive, aren't I?"

"Perhaps slightly less than I thought— wipe that stupid grin off your face, retard."

→none—
october fifth

s a m e d a y

—and it all started on October fifth.


notes— adfklajdlkjbnal, uh, this wasn't necessarily supposed to make perfect sense. The ending was all rushed and I completely screwed up their already screwy relationship, and combine it with my rusty grammar skills, and boom, you make... this. Not all of my stories will be with this weird formatting... I think.

lol but if u lyk hadnt notced i startd a oneshot sereis?

And quite frankly, I don't feel like updating like evarrr, so uhm, yeah. But I love you guys? :D

Reviews and everything would be extremely nice. :)

-Bluey-san