Mirene: Hello guys! I'm back from my cruise! :D But I'm still in Seattle, so the only wifi I have is when I reach a McDonalds... like right now!
Amu: Ugh. Why didn't your ship sink like the Titanic?
Ikuto: Because she doesn't have anyone to be her Jack.
Mirene: Hey... ): I'm getting there. I met cute guys on board :3
Ikuto: And we should care because?
Mirene: Because I don't own SC!
Amu: And that is related how?
Mirene: *shrugs*
Chapter 1
"Hey Ikuto!" Kukai yelled loudly as he plopped down onto his seat with relative ease, his brown golden hair ruffled up. Following him was the class president, Kairi, who of course gave the brunette a look of disdain for his unruly behavior.
Ikuto nodded at Kukai before returning his gaze back outside the window, staring at the clouds. The girls swooned over the turn of his magnificent head.
"He's so cute!"
"Ugh, I love his hair when he swishes it to the side."
"Why is he so handsome? Ahhh..."
"Too bad he's a senior and graduates next year..."
The other boys, however, had a similar thought.
"He's so cool! I have to befriend him."
"He is so awesome."
"He has got to teach me how to get girls."
"He's a senior! COOL!"
Yes, Tsukiyomi Ikuto had great looks, amazing athletic skills, abnormally high grades, and best of all, he was single. But the one thing separated him from the Mary Sue category, and that was his determination to detach himself completely from having any relationship with fan girls. Yes, he despised his fan club with all of his heart. As a matter of fact, he wasn't all that friendly with any girls at all. He had only fallen in love once...and that was in Kindergarten!
That girl was far, far away now.
"Ikuto? Hello? Earth to the Ikuto?" Kukai called again, swatting his hand back and forth in front of Ikuto's unfazed face. Annoyed, Ikuto remained silent and simply stood up and left the classroom.
"Okay Ikuto, I'll just mark you present anyways!" The teacher called as Ikuto slammed the door shut. A muffled "thank you" was heard from behind the metallic wood and the teacher shook off her blush as quickly as possible before returning to the rest of the class. Yes, I told you he was a Mary Sue.
Alright, enough of the Mary Sue thing.
Ikuto strolled up the stairs towards the roof, where he would always go if he ditched class. It wasn't a daily activity, but he always loved the roof. It was his special, private area where he felt free from everything, where the sky was the limit and the ground meant...well, instant death. But anyways.
"Ugh... I hate fan girls," Ikuto murmured as he took a seat on the floor, leaning his back against the cement wall. The man took a deep breath and closed his eyes, only to hear the door slam open a second afterwards. The said man groaned.
"Ikuto! You're so mean! I was just trying to converse with you, but then you go and just leave me!" Kukai shouted loudly as fake tears pretended to drip down his face. He slumped down next to Ikuto as the wind blew the door shut.
"Kukai. What do you want? I'm just tired today, okay?"
"You're always tired."
"Well, you try living with a dad that's never home, a mom that's too expecting, a sister with a terrible brother complex, and a heavy load of responsibilities to take up your dad's business."
Kukai shrugged. "You try living with five brothers that can beat you up at any time when they want, where they want, and however they want. And a mom that applauds after the beating like it's a show and takes them out to ice cream."
Ikuto stared at Kukai. "Does that really happen?"
"Okay, okay, I was exaggerating, but... Well, let's just say everyone has their bad days." Ikuto simply nodded and sighed as Kukai ended up joining the lonely, rich popular.
"Hey Ikuto. This has always been on my mind, but I guess now is okay to ask...why don't you like girls? Hell, have you ever even liked one?" Kukai wondered aloud. Ikuto shifted further away from the idiot boy he knew as his best friend. Kukai shuffled closer.
"Or... could it be... that..." Ikuto attempted to block out all sounds.
"You're gay?"
If Ikuto could jump off the roof at that moment from the stupidity surrounding him, he would have.
"No," he managed to spit out without dying from all of the sarcastic insults he could have said flooding his mind. "I am...not gay."
"Then why did you hesitate?"
Ikuto held up a fist.
"Okay, I was kidding! Relax, geez! Okay, then, tell me, how many girls have you ever loved in your entire life, excluding your dearest family." Ikuto shuddered at "dearest". "Or at least tell me you have ever loved a girl."
"Fine..." Ikuto said, allowing himself to reminisce about the past.
"Alright class, here is your new student! Her name is Hinamori Amu!" The teacher said, letting in a girl with bright pink hair that was even brighter than Utau's blonde pigtails. She shuffled inside softly and smiled at the class. Everyone smiled back and greeted her, including me. Unfortunately, I wasn't exactly the popular boy back in Kindergarten. "Now class, you guys can have your playtime while I make your snacks, okay?"
"Okay!" the class yelled in unison as the teacher smiled and headed to the kitchen, which was connected to the classroom, but quite a bit far away from where I was sitting...
"Hi Amu!" Tsubasa said, a boy who I hated as much as he hated me, for nothing but childish reasons. "My name is Tsubasa!" Amu smiled and greeted my rival as a few other boys came to surround me in the back of the class.
"Hey, Tsukiyomi, what a loser!" A boy named Kei teased me. I tried to ignore him as I skimmed the picture book I held in my hands. "Hey! Listen to me when I'm talking, loser!" He pushed the book out of my hands and growled. I was a bit intimidated, so I stood up and moved to another table. They continued to follow and harass me.
"Hey! Don't walk away from me, loser!" Kei yelled as he pushed me out of my seat and I landed on the floor harshly, my knees getting scraped. They started to bleed with little beads of blood escaping the scratches. I felt myself beginning the first stage of crying, but before I could register the tears, something remarkable happened.
"Hey! What are you doing to him?" All the boys backed away in astonishment as the new transfer girl stood up to them with a very angry face. "You guys are so mean! He didn't even do anything! And you made him bleed!" All the boys blushed with embarrassment, with Tsubasa joining the crew.
Tsubasa was the first to speak up, swallowing all of his shame and spitting out his confidence. "Being mean to losers is COOL, new kid. So instead of hanging out with the loser, you should be my girl." All the other kids nodded in agreement, their ego bursting through the seams. I spit on my knee, knowing she was going to go with Tsubasa, just like all the other damn fan girls he had. That was probably the time where my hate for such a type of person cultivated.
With an odd expression on her face, Amu shook her head at the boys and to my surprise, slapped Tsubasa. Later I learned that even a girl like Amu could be angry with such a kid.
"You're a bad kid! A very, very bad kid! Papa says I shouldn't play with bad kids," she retorted before walking over to me and gave me her hand. "Here, I will help you up, okay?" I took her hand and got up with her help. All the boys just stared in awe as Tsubasa held his red cheek while staring at her. But, instead of focusing on him, I could only focus on the kind girl helping me.
Her hand was smooth and soft.
Amu kept hold of my hand though and led me all the way to the area closest to where the teacher was making our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We sat down at a table and she took off her backpack, shuffling through it until she pulled out a small, white box.
"Here, uhm... what's your name?" she asked, holding out a blue band aid with cats on it.
"Tsukiyomi Ikuto..." I mumbled. She smiled and patted the band aid onto my injuries.
"There you go, Ikuto! Papa says always to be careful and keep a first aid kit in your backpack!" She held up her backpack for me to see. "See, Mama just bought me this backpack! It's the shape of an egg and it has pretty patterns around it! Mama says it's a special backpack and I should keep it with me forever wherever I go!" I smiled at the bright girl.
"Kids, it's snack time!" the teacher said and Amu brightened up before leaping into the growing line to grab a sandwich. I, however, was stuck with a bad knee and sighed. I could survive a day without snacks, right? Oh, and Amu left me too...
To my astonishment, she came back. With TWO sandwiches in each hand. She smiled and ran towards me.
Then she ran right past me.
I knew it was too good to be true...until I felt something poking my back. I turned around and there was her in all her glory, sitting behind me. I looked to the right where she sat before and found a few girls taking over her original spot.
"Here, Ikuto, I got you a sandwich!" she said, handing me one. I smiled and thanked her as I took the sandwich gratefully. She was so kind, and sweet, and strong... The day went by quickly as I played with my new, and only, best friend.
"So...that's why you hate fan girls... And she's the love of your life? The one and only, Hinamori Amu?" Kukai asked. "Never heard of her."
Ikuto rolled his eyes and sighed, staring up at the clouds again.
"I wasn't finished..." he mumbled. "It was that last week..."
"Hey, Amu." Tsubasa said, walking up to the girl, who was eating cookies. "Can I have a cookie?"
Amu smiled. "Sure!" She handed him a cookie. I was in line to get milk for the two of us when I looked over to them. He sat down in MY seat and began talking with Amu, who obviously did not remember the incident on the first day she came here. I growled but let it go since I was almost at the milk box and didn't want to lose my spot in line and go all the way to the back again. Fortunately, she was close by and I could hear every word of their conversation.
"Amu. I'm sorry about how I acted before... The truth is that I like you! Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked shyly.
Amu smiled. "Okay! I will be your girlfriend!"
Tsubasa brightened up at the sound and I could only look in despair as he took her away to the playground. I reached the milk box and took two milks, set one by where Amu sat before, and headed to the corner from that first day.
How could she just leave me like that? I felt betrayed.
"Hey loser," Kei said, walking towards me again. "I see your bodyguard has left with Tsubasa. He was always better than a loser like you," he laughed, spitting milk everywhere. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"Go away, Kei," I mumbled as I drank my milk. He slapped the carton from my hand. 'Oh boy, this routine again...' I thought as i stood up and glared at Kei. It was high time I stopped depending on a girl anyways.
"I SAID GO AWAY!" I yelled and pushed Kei away from me. He wasn't expecting me to fight back so he stumbled over a chair and tripped. Kei fell down harshly and this time, he was the one with injuries. The boy began crying loudly, complaining that his bottom hurt badly. Amu quickly ran over and helped him up just the way she helped me. She led him away and gave him a bright pink band aid with hearts on it, saying it was the last one she had, then walked over to me.
"Ikuto, why are you being bad? You know I can't play with bad people..." she said sadly. I looked down.
"I... I..." I started, then said something very regrettable. "Just go play with your boyfriend!" I yelled at her. She looked at me with a confused face.
"Huh? But... you are my boyfriend." I looked at her funny.
"Wha?"
"You're my boyfriend, stupid!"
"But what about Tsubasa?"
"I'm just his girlfriend. Besides, he has plenty of girlfriends to go around."
I gave her a look. "A person can only have one girlfriend, Amu. Otherwise it's called cheating."
"Then if that's true, I don't want to be his girlfriend anymore. He's boring compared to you!" she said earnestly while looking at my spilled milk carton. "I'm thirsty..."
I smiled. Good thing I got that milk for her anyways.
"You know, bad people would never get milk for their girlfriends..." I started as I led her to her original seat with the perfectly untouched carton on the table.
"That must have been a great day for you, huh." Kukai said as he stretched out on the pavement. "So, what happened when she left, or whatever happened to make her leave?"
Ikuto sighed. "That day was the worst day of my childhood."
"Ikuto," Amu mumbled at the breakfast table. I had found out that Amu lived very close by to my house and ever since that day I found out, we have come to each others' houses like we owned them. Amu usually joins me and my younger sister for breakfast and we walk to school together in the morning.
"Yeah?"
"Ikuto... I'm moving far away today." I stared at her and then laughed off the uneasy feelings growing inside me.
"That's funny, Amu. I didn't really take you as the funny kind." All she did was look at me sadly.
"I wanted to eat with you one last time before I left... I won't go to school today... nor ever again. I'm leaving to Kyoto..." she whispered softly before sniffling a bit. Now I could see she was not joking at all. In fact, I knew it from the first word she spoke, I just didn't want to admit it. "I'm sorry Ikuto, Utau..."
Utau jumped up and hugged the sniffling pinkette. "We'll miss you, Amu! Never forget us okay!" They hugged and began to cry. I, however, decided to stay strong. Actually, this all felt like a joke on my life. I was angry.
"Fine, move away! I'm perfectly fine without you." I said, continuing my meal without another glance in her direction. She sniffled and laughed.
"Okay, then Ikuto will be okay when I leave. That's good... Okay, I have to go now. Goodbye!" she yelled before saying goodbye to my parents as well. I almost broke down immediately after she left through the front door, closing slowly in her wake.
"Ikuto... are you okay?"
I took a deep breath.
"Yeah, Utau... I'm okay."
I continued my life then. Kids stopped bullying me, and girls began to like me. Kindergarten flew by quickly, as did grade school and middle school. I never did forget her though, the one who changed all of Kindergarten for me...
"So... wow. That's crazy how you still remember so... vividly."
"I suppose..." Ikuto murmured softly before getting up. "Come on, the bell just rang for lunch." Kukai laughed and grinned as he got up as well, stretching his arms and legs wide open in the sunlight. Ikuto smiled.
"Yeah, that story made me pretty hungry..." Kukai muttered as he opened the door. "After you."
Ikuto walked in without another word.
"Tsukiyomi Ikuto!" The teacher called, taking attendance the next morning.
"..."
"I assume he is present," she murmured, checking him off the list. "Anyways, class, here is your new student! She came here from Kyoto, Japan to join us here in Tokyo once again since she moved from here when she was quite young, I presume. Please welcome Hinamori Amu to the classroom!"
In walked a girl with her skirt below her knees, her shirt neatly tucked in, and thick rimmed glasses. Her blazer was straight and she held her head high with a straight back. The only thing that made her stand out was her glossy, smooth pink hair. "Hello. My name is Hinamori Amu and well, please take care of me," she said, bowing.
Ikuto didn't even bat an eye. In fact, he didn't even recognize her name or where she came from. He gave her one glance and that's all he would ever give her.
Amu didn't even see the pretty boy in the back with all the girls fawning over him. In fact, she hated boys like him the most. Snobby boys who think they can get all the girls they want and not even care about it—yes, those were the hateful types. Sure, Amu was a pretty girl at heart, but the way those boys treated girls just made her throw away her beauty and convert to abstinence with the way boys avoided her new style.
"You may sit next to..." the teacher said, pondering the room. "Tsukiyomi Ikuto in the back corner."
Though Ikuto may not have recognized her name, Amu most definitely recognized his. She remembered the way he sat in the back corner in Kindergarten as well. She remembered and wondered whether he would remember her as well. After all, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, right? It was wrong of her to think that he was a snobby, outrageous—
As she got to her seat, she didn't even get to complete her thought when out came his voice.
"DON'T. EVEN. THINK ABOUT IT. Teacher..." he said without once removing his eyes from the outside view of the window. Amu gritted her teeth.
—completely ignorant boy. Now to revise that thought.
Oh, he's a snobby outrageous, completely ignorant boy alright. The teacher, however, did not seem to agree. "Amu, I guess you can sit next to the boy over there then by the corner on the other side. Tadase, please raise your hand so she knows where her seat is."
A blonde boy in the back raised his hand, causing girls, though not as much as window boy over there, to swoon as well. Amu almost spit out of rage. What was with this damned class? She felt like she wouldn't be able to survive this day, let alone the rest of her high school years to come.
"Amu, please, sit here," he said politely. Amu smiled and took a seat with utmost grace, impressing even Tadase. "You have a nice posture."
Amu thought he was quite kind to a girl who looks the way she is. There's a possible chance he may get to see the real her. Very slight though. "Thank you, Tadase." He nodded and the class started.
After school ended, Ikuto and Kukai left to a close by cafe called Tsuki Coffee. "Hey, Ikuto, what do you think of the new girl? That uh, Hinamori Amu. She's a weird nut isn't she? I mean, who still wears their clothes like that in this century?" he guffawed. Ikuto shrugged.
"Who cares?"
"Hey, and you know what? Something about her is familiar. Like... I swear I've heard that name before..." Kukai pondered, looking upward into the sky as if the answer would just rain down on him.
"Well, I've never seen a girl like that before."
"She made a good impression?"
"Considering the way I shooed her away today?"
"Haha, I was dying from my seat, you know that?"
"Yeah..." Ikuto said, opening the door and entering the cafe. And what do you know? There stood the girl of his dreams...
Actually, more like nightmare.
As for Amu, this WAS a nightmare. "W-Welcome," she greeted through gritted teeth. 'Oh, it's the snob who doesn't remember me and the kid who kept laughing at me this morning, how wonderful for a first day at my damn job,' she thought angrily. The two stiffened before acknowledging her with a nod.
Amu led them to their seats and gave them their menus. "I'll be right back," she murmured. 'Well I'll be damned. Thank goodness I didn't change into my usual look otherwise I would have been found out on my first day! That can't be happening... phew. I should just leave early in case other people from school will be dropping by. Taking this job was a mistake...' she thought and after asking permission from her boss to leave early with some imaginable excuse, she left through the back door in her original clothes.
"Dude... was that Hinamori? Ick... her and her thick glasses in a white dress shirt, black slacks, and a waist apron? Not to mention her hair was tied up in a ponytail... why the heck is she dressed as a man waiter anyways?"
Ikuto shrugged. "Let's just get your coffee and leave." To their relief, a different waiter, one with blonde bunches and a beautiful body wearing a maid-like uniform, took their order and got them their coffee, though she was often irritated with the way Kukai kept flirting with her.
Kukai kicked at the floor sadly as they left the cafe. "She wouldn't even let me get her name." Ikuto ignored him and picked up his raging, ringing phone which was silent but viciously vibrating.
"Ikuto, you have to be home immediately! We have a big surprise for you," Souko cheered happily. "Did you do well in school today?"
"Yes, mother," he replied. He could hear giggling in the background from his sister and the approving chuckles of his father. How rare, most of the family is at home, actually conversing with each other. 'I can't possibly miss this rare event,' Ikuto thought sarcastically.
"Well, be home quickly, okay? Where are you?"
"Tsuki Coffee Cafe, mother."
"Well, a limo will be coming to pick you up soon, okay? Goodbye honey!"
"Yes, mother." He hung up.
"So, what's up?" Kukai asked, sipping his iced coffee with little yellow jellies in it that reminded him of his new lover's hair color. "All your 'yes mother' told me was, well, yes mother."
"I have to go home now," he said, tucking his phone into his pocket before waving goodbye to his friend.
"See you tomorrow, Tsukiyomi!" Kukai waved happily before turning around to bump into a purple haired boy. They began happily conversing and both went inside the cafe. Ikuto sighed and the limo soon came to pick him up.
"Good afternoon, young sir," the driver greeted. Ikuto settled into his seat and closed the door silently. The car drove on until he reached the large mansion he is forced to call his home, though he had never felt it was since, well, Kindergarten really.
He got out and the limo disappeared within seconds from his sight. Pulling his house key, he unlocked the front door and stepped inside, bracing himself for his surprise. You should always expect the unexpected.
But still, he was astonished from what stood before him.
"Honey, remember her? This is her, your best friend form Kindergarten, she recently moved back and we decided to let her stay with us instead of alone in an apartment... we have plenty of rooms, and she is wonderful company."
"Oh, you flatter me, Mrs. Tsukiyomi," she said, picking up her bags and suitcase. "I'm sure I may be a bit annoying, but I'll try my best to help out all I can."
"Oh nonsense, sweetheart. We have all the maids for the help we need, all you need to do is relax and reunite with your best friend again," Souko cooed sweetly. "Ikuto, help Amu take her bags to her room. Utau's already met her and loves her!" The nerdy, awkwardly dressed girl smiled.
Ikuto closed his gaping mouth and fixed himself. "Of course, mother." He walked over and grabbed her large suitcase with only one of his hands. Amu was slightly impressed by his strength, but her hatred for him overcame that quality.
"Let's go... Amu," he managed to say normally as he walked up the stairs first. Amu quickly followed after showing her gratitude to the old Tsukiyomi's again, running up the stairs to catch up with the man she used to love and was looking so forward to seeing...
Ikuto left the suitcase at the front of her room and sped off towards his own. Amu sighed once she caught sight of her luggage but not the man who was carrying it. She went up to the door, which written on a sticky note said, 'Amu's Room. Enjoy your stay!"
She opened the door, dragged all her things inside, and plopped onto the bed, not even caring about the large size of her room, or the decorative technology surrounding her, nor how soft and comfortable the bed felt. She just felt tired and disappointed.
"This is going to be a looong year," she said to herself as she stared up into the ceiling.
Mirene: Whaa! I think this came out quite good for a first chapter. It's so long! I think this will be my average amount of words for each chapter...
Amu: I hope this story won't be boring.
Mirene: Hey, I just wanted to write this since I had nothing really better to do while at sea, on my bed, sick to the point of being green, and feeling the most boredom I have ever known.
Ikuto: ... Make Amu hot.
Mirene: Hey, hey, it's coming! :D
Amu: Review... I guess.
Mirene: Oh, please do! I feel like I want to just continuously update this story until it's finished, but to do that, I need some encouragement and reviews, you know? :3 I expect to be back home by Wednesday or later, so until then my dears, this is the only story/update you'll see from me! Adieu~