Bittersweet Memories!

Chapter 1: From Here to There, From Near to Far.

I, Mashiro Rima, want. No, have to; conquer my nemesis, the one who ruined my love life, the one who separated me from Nagihiko. For God's sake! He sent me from Tokyo, Japan to San Francisco place! But singing the song Nagihiko wrote for me soothed my mind, and refreshed my memories with him. Ah, our past bittersweet memories...

"Do you like our house?" Ryoko asked from behind me.

"Sort of…" I said turning to her. Ryoko's eyes were red. "You were up all night crying weren't you?"

"Yeah…" Ryoko admitted looking slightly ashamed.

"Ryoko, it's not really your fault, we're all in a contract to each other as well as the head boss." I told her. "We really couldn't break it off,"

"But…!" Ryoko complained.

"Shh," I shushed. "He woke up!"

"Kiraa…?" Ryoko asked.

"Who else is a boy here?" I hissed. "Act natural!"

"Okay," Ryoko nodded striking an awkwardly creepy pose.

"That's not normal!" I yelled, as Ryoko got back into her normal position.

"What's not normal?" Kiraa questioned walking in, for some reason half naked.

"Oh my freaking God!" Ryoko shrieked loudly, grabbing the closest object – which was a lamp – and threw it at him. "Don't show of your (horribly toned) chest!"

"Ouch…" Kiraa muttered rubbing his bruise. Then muttered under his breath, "You mean my awesomely toned chest? Come on, it isn't that bad!"

"Humph, here's your shirt," Ryoko said tossing his a random shirt, and walked away.

"Ryoko-chan!" I called. Ryoko stopped dead in her tracks.

"Yes?" Ryoko asked cautiously.

"Was that a furiously heavy blush I spotted on your face?" I teased.

"No!" Ryoko denied running out of the living room.

"She has two music videos with a half naked guy in it," Kiraa stated.

"She claims it's different," I laughed rolling my eyes.

"Does she have a crush on my or something?" Kiraa asked.

"Does it hurt to have yourself call her 'Ryoko' or something?" I snarled.

"Yeah, she beats me up," Kiraa insisted. "Now, answer me. Does she like me or something?"

"No, I don't," Ryoko replied randomly from behind us, leaning against the wall, arms folded and on foot against the wall to balance herself.

"Fast changing much…" I muttered.

Ryoko had her long silver hair tied into a side ponytail with a long powder blue ribbon. She was wearing one of her Wa Lolita outfits again, just this time it was light blue with darker blue flower designs. She pointed up the stairs and said smirking, "Go get changed Hime-sama,"

I grinned sheepishly and walked up the spiraling staircase, to go change my clothes. How could I have forgotten? She told me we had to go to the Music Director's studio about an hour ago and I forgot. Dang I'm ashamed.

"You're a bad time manager Kiraa," Ryoko muttered laughing.

Imagine Rizumu's egg's design as the fabric design of Ryoko's outfit. Sorry, chapters will be slightly short!