So I've decided this shall be a collection of one-shots where I dedicate each one-shot to somebody :3

Ergo, I feel that I'm compelled to dedicate this to Wakusei, who I feel relates to Rima in this fic.

I love ya, bud. :)

"I wont drown,

and,

I'll never fall."

Like an Elevator

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Mukou.

People seem to connect life with the stupidest things, and sometimes things that aren't so stupid.

Like art, -especially abstract art- I don't really see how someone can say a painting of splotches, or even some naked chick mirrors life.

Do I look like a none-smiling Italian lady, or something?

And TV's. Clearly my life does not mirror, or resembles some dudes and chicks on some electronic device.

But the stupidest thing people connect life with?

An elevator.

A mother effing elevator.

Yeah, we have idiots among us. That idiot, Nagihiko. That other idiot agreeing with him, me.

The funny thing is how that idiot's idea of life being like an elevator hook-line-sinker a perfect analogy of my life.

Like an elevator, my life was going….

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Going Down.

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"Hey Rima," my uncle called. "How's school?"

I froze.

After living with my uncle for a couple months I learned something, when he nonchalantly says, "Hey Rima, how's school?" Then you know something's wrong.

"Who or what died?"

He looked at me oddly, "why do you always insinuati¾yeeeah, your mom died."

Yeah.

My uncle casually told me, with a beer in his hand that my mom died.

My mother, the one who gave birth to me.

My mother, the one I convinced to allow me to live on my own with a 25-year-old doctor uncle who treats death like no big deal.

My mother, the one I told to fuck off and stay out of my life when I was pissed at her last night.

My mother, the one I'll probably never talk to again.

My mother, the one who I love.

…my mother, the one who's dead.

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"Amu…"

"Yeah, Nagi?"

"Rima's been acting really different lately."

"Define different…"

"When I told her I love her, and called her baby cakes, she simply said "okay"…"

"…she didn't hit you?"

"Nope."

"Not even slapped and called you creepy?"

"No."

"She didn't even say, "ew, young girls like you shouldn't say that," and walk off?"

"Not even that."

"Holy shit….we hafta see what's wrong."

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"Hey Rima, what's up?"

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"…Rima? Yo, you there girl? Let me know or else I'll think you're some cat or robber or something like that."

SLAM!

"….thanks."

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To: Rima

From: Nagihiko

Subject: Cheer up, emo kid

We still love you.

To: Nagihiko

From: Rima

Subject: (No Subject)

Well,

I hate you.

To: Rima

From: Nagihiko

Subject: Okay,

The pain will pass,

Just smile, and suck it up

Then cry when you get home.

To: Nagihiko

From: Rima

Subject: (No Subject)

…I'm doing that now.

Going…

"Yo, depressed-girl." I heard an annoying voice call.

"Leave me alone."

"They should make a superhero song for you," he grinned humming the tune of Batman. "Na, na, na, na, na, DEPRESSED GIRL!"

I chuckled.

He really was an idiot.

"GASP, did you just…..chuckle?"

"Maybe."

"Does that mean you feel better?"

"…maybe."

"Hey," he said tugging my hair. "You'll feel better."

"How do you know that?"

"My dad died last year," he said a soft smile gracing his face. "I got over it."

"But I don't want to forget, Mama."

"Then don't," he said, hands in his pocket. "I never did. I always remember my dad."

"But it hurts, I feel like I'm…"

"…drowning?"

I shook my head no.

"Falling?"

"...yeah."

"Then just go up. Keep going up. Never let your elevator do down." He smiled. "Sky's the limit, baby cakes."

Yeah.

Even in the moments like these, Nagihiko somehow always ruins them.

But it helped.

He helped….

I guess my elevator was just going a few floors too low.

It just needed a boost.

It just needed to go…

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Up.