Oh gosh the last time I posted this was on May 22nd. Almost exactly six months ago.
I've been rewatching the anime recently (My friend has never seen it, he loves it so far!) and I remembered I still had this story.
Also, it looks like the fandom is dying. People aren't updating as often as they usually do... A shame really.
One of the good pairings. :(
Anyway, I'm re-doing this chapter and I'll have the next posted in a jiffy.
I don't own Shugo Chara.
Sorry I ditched you guys.
Warning: This is rated T for a reason. There might be language and some mentions of "bad things".
Enjoy
The pinkette could hardly keep herself calm as each foot climbed the stone steps. Her body was wrapped tightly in a black jacket and denim jeans to block away the autumn wind. It was around September, she had just finished her birthday as she always did. Her wish? To, for once, have an exciting life.
Sure, her mother was a famous magazine writer... For house wives.
Her father, a famous photographer... For birds.
It was bland; her life was boring. She had friends, sure. Yaya and Nadeshiko always were there for her. Laughing, skyping with her, talking about the latest fashion and boys. Home school was fun for a while. She had time to explore what she wanted to do. Did she get the answer?
Of course not.
But it was still fun to try so many things out.
Memories of the beach with Yaya that one summer. Memories of Nadeshiko and her during New Years; she got to watch the violet haired girl dance that night. More and more images flooded through her mind like a slide show. Each one making her smile a little less as the same word kept repeating itself.
Dull.
Dull.
Dull.
And then Tadase... Her sweet prince. They had been middle schoolers when she heard him in one of her online lessons. Then they were partnered and she had practically died and went to heaven. They talked over skype often, even going so far as to leave the chat with her friends early to catch him. They watched movies together, read jokes off to each other, she was her first love. Finally, she got to meet him and things progressed from there.
Holidays, anytime possible, the two would meet.
But then things began to drift.
His mother didn't like the two together and with his grandmother becoming sick, the visits were less frequent; the calls even less.
Then she never heard from him again.
She spent a week with ice-cream and movies. Skyping with her other friends and working out her sorrow through cooking, cleaning, drawing, writing, anything to get her mind off of him.
It worked and finally she sent him a message explaining how she was moving on.
That was a year ago.
Present to today, Amu was on her way to take the entrance exam.
The school was huge; not very shocking considering it was a public school. However, she could see how well kept it was. She had researched the cool as much as she could, excitement getting the best of her. She had read so many stories, watched so many movies about high school. The girls in the clique, the jock boys with their drama, then the nerds that got the abuse. A sick side of the girl wanted to experience this. She was done with her boring pre-teen life. She was a high schooler and damn anyone who would get in her way of some fun.
Her hand closed around the cold, metal door as she took a deep breath...
Here goes nothing...
He was going across the bridge with ease. One step after the other despite the flares of pain that shot up each time.
Right, left, right, left. He had to keep moving or people would spout bullshit.
'He probably got beat up after school.' 'I swear I saw him with another guy, think he's really like that?' He scoffed at the thoughts. What a joke...
He slipped through the halls like a shadow, exactly what he wanted. Attention was bad, silence was good.
His ears pricked up. Moans and whimpers could be heard from the door he had passed a second ago. Taking exactly three steps back, his eyes found two bodies formed into one.
With a smile, he took a picture and went on his way.
"What was your name again, darling?"
Amu raked a hand through her disheveled locks. "Amu, Amu Hinamori. I'm here for my entrance exam." More typing...
"I'm sorry, nothing is coming up. Why don't I-"
"I just need to take this exam-" Immediately, the woman sat up, her emerald eyes ablaze. The soon to be student gulped.
"I understand that darlin, but that doesn mean you need to go an start up a storm. Now you just sit that pretty lil butt of yours right there and I'll get the principle in a jiffy." The pinkette quickly nodded her head and sat at the chair. The woman, Nana-Amu finally caught a glimpse at the name tag, stood and made her way across the office.
Her mind began to wander. Not even two minutes in and she was already shocked. Guilt, of course, was hanging in her chest. Her mother had raised her better, but she didn't want to be late for the test!
"Alrighty Ms. Hinamori, here is your name tag. Go out that door right over there!"
Our protagonist gently plucked the sticker from her long, delicate finger and put it right on her chest. "I just wanted to apologize-"
"I completely understand." The country girl sighed. "Today is a stressful day. I know you must be a good kid. Do good on that test, ya hear?" With a smile and a nod, Amu was on her way.
It took a few hours to decide if she wanted to go to public school or not. It took her family a few days to get the paperwork together and turned in. It took her many days and nights to prepare for this test. It took her twenty minutes to get dressed and ready for she was so ecstatic for today. It took her four minutes to get the name tag and room number for her test.
And it has now only taken eight seconds to realize this is truly what she wanted.
So many people were gathered in the school plaza. Concession stands, a fountain, benches, all kinds of different people wearing different things. Immediately, she picked out the popular girls. A blonde, another blonde, a red-head, some other girls, all wearing the latest make-up and trends. The jocks were easy as well. Tossing the football back and forth, laughing with each other and telling intense stories of their morning and most likely last night's game. Then the nerds were all huddled together beneath a tree. Some reading manga, others on their laptops and phones scoffing at, well, whatever nerds scoff at.
Of course there were so many other people and things. Student president fliers everywhere, emos sighing and watching a musician playing the guitar, girls practicing their cheer, so many different sounds. Colors. Lights.
Then there was a swift movement of blue and then her vision went black. She could still hear everything, immediately notifying herself she was conscious.
"Guess who?" The voice was deep and calming. Teasing. Her face felt insanely warm. She had never really been touched like this except with Tadase.
Hell, Tadase was the only ever male she had ever dated, let alone had physical contact with.
Her body went cold and face emotionless. "A retard?" The man seemed shocked.
"Saaya?" She snorted and turned.
Oh she regretted doing that.
He was stunning to look at. His eyes were practically pools of the ocean at night, a beautiful dark blue that seemed to just pull her in. His hair was that of midnight and seemed so soft to the touch. Her desire to rake her hands through it was smashed down by her other persona. He was rather pale, but she could definitely tell he was caucasian. A little bit of sun on his skin would definitely make him perfect. However, the washed down jeans and plain t-shirt showed he wasn't really interested in things like that.
"You are definitely not Saaya."
"What gave you that idea?" She snorted.
"The lack of red in your hair. Sorry, from where your standing, it kinda looks red." He rested a hand atop her head and gave her locks a little ruffle. "Well then, I'll be on my way."
"Uh hey!" Hearing the nervousness, he suddenly turned. "Do you, um... Know where this place is?" He glanced down at the scrap of paper and merely motioned her to follow.
"So the entrance exam, you nervous?"
Yes. God yes. She was practically terrified in a giddy way. "What's there to be nervous about?" She didn't even realize her own words. The power of your persona after using it for so long... "It's just a stupid test."
"Just the test to figure out if you are worth the school's time or not." She paled. "But I suppose you are right. It is a rather stupid test. We all had to take it at some point." Suddenly he turned around, causing her to slam right into his chest.
"Why did you stop?"
"A word of advice," Her golden eyes met his sapphire ones. "Stay away from Saaya. That is, if you get in the school."
"The girl you were looking for? Why?"
He was silent for a few moments, then smiled. "Just trust me," He muttered, walking away. "Not many people can handle her. She'll rip you apart."
She felt herself shiver. Something about his voice was just... Dead.
But his gaze of defeat was what scared her the most...
Amu had never felt so relieved in her life. The test went smoothly save for a few scary bumps where she didn't know the answer. Yet, with a bit of 'critical thinking', she easily passed the questions and turned in her exam. The first one in the class to actually.
Her legs carried her back the way she had came with the blue haired male. The entire school yard was barren, all the kids in their classrooms most likely.
She smiled. That would be her soon, one day... Of course, it'll take awhile to make some friends what with her 'Cool and Spicy' personality, but she easily got to know Yaya and Nadeshiko.
Hell, even that blue haired guy seemed to like her. At least, she hoped he did.
She waved at Nana as she turned in her name tag and left the school.
On her way home, she couldn't help the excitement that flowed through her veins.
She was on her way to a life of adventure...
"I feel like I have a new life and I'm going to take full advantage of it." - William Green
Oh Amu, how wrong you are...
I hope this was a bit better, I like it a bit more and I hope you do too. Ikuto is more cryptic, Amu is her normal self, but we'll be meeting the other characters soon. I think I introduced them a bit too fast last time.
Bit bit bit, I gotta find new words...
Well, I hope (Hoping, pffft. I know-) you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it and I'll see you soon. :)
Ja'na.