This is my first fan fiction ever. Please cut me some slack, because I'm kind of nervous no one will like it. =[ Also, I drank to much coffee this morning with my boyfriend Dimitri (or Dimi, as I like to call him =]) while celebrating Valentines Day because I'm leaving for Greece tomorrow morning.
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Why did I just tell you what's happening in my life?? That was weird. Anyway, please review once your done reading! Thank you my kitties!
P.S. This whole story is in Normal POV.
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Amu Hinamori- A well-known and successful artist, around 18 years old.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi- A famous singer/violinist, around 21 years old.
Tadase Hotori- Agent of singer Hoshino Utau. Both work in Easter Music Corporation.
Rima Mashiro- Playboy Bunny. =]
Amu's POV
I had always found love a silly little thing. No one really needed it. But everyone wanted it. Every little thing revolved around love.
I had always thought I didn't need love- that I could survive on my own. Independent woman, hello!
But than my best friend Rima (who is one of those sexy Playboy bunnies) got a boyfriend. After a month or two of them snuggling and cuddling in front of me, I began to feel lonely and jealous. Finally, young and silly, I allowed Rima to set me up on a blind date. That's when I met him.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi.
He was breathtaking, with his shiny, untidy cobalt hair, his warm eyes and adorable smirk. He greeted me with a small 'Yo', than took my hand and dashed away with me to a five star restaurant.
He was extravagant, kind and yet still slightly perverted, which made him even cuter. And each day I spent with him I could feel my heart becoming his.
So I suppose I should go back to a time when everything was beautiful in my life... Colorful. Not gray.
The evening started out as any other evening. I stepped out of the tall building where I worked, as a deep artist. I was currently immersed in a painting involving Ikuto standing on a balcony and playing his violin with a clear, starry night behind him. Every evening I would leave my work and go to dinner with Ikuto. As I stepped into the cool night on the sidewalk of the busy streets of Tokyo, I heard a voice shouting my name. I turned, squinting for the source. Ikuto, wearing jeans and an adorable black t-shirt, was running towards me, one hand raised in the air as he waved to me.
I grinned and waved back, my pulse beginning to race. This happened alot when I saw him. My pulse always thumped so loudly and fast he could hear it, and my head spun- in a good way. My knees always gave out if he was too close, and occasionally I fainted if he did something like kiss me.
He sped to a halt beside me, panting. He straightened up, smirking.
"Hey, Strawberry," He teased, kissing me on the nose. I blushed crazily.
Intertwining my hand with his, I turned to him, smiling. "So, where are we going?"
He grinned. "McDonalds," He said sarcastically. I squealed in fake delight.
"Ohmigod! I've always wanted to go there! It's so high class!"
We both laughed. He began to walk forward, tugging me with him. "We're going to Kellari Taverna," He said.
I smiled. "My treat."
He shook his head. "I can't allow that."
"And why not?" I demanded.
"It's part of the male code."
"Anything else about the male code I should know?"
"Yes," He grinned. "Sex always comes after dinner, not before," He paused as I giggled. "Also, we are not allowed to tease a girl if she's sublimating her rage towards us using chocolate ice cream. I just learned that one."
We laughed again, and began to pad along the dirty streets of New York, wrapped in our own little world of bliss.
Ikuto's POV
I wasn't sure how I was going to break this to her. She was so fragile, so happy, so in love...
Just like me.
But I had to tell her, and soon. I was going to miss her so much. Her beautiful pink hair, her large, adorable golden eyes, her sweet natural perfume, her soft hand in mine, her lips moving with synchronization against mine...
I shook my head lightly, staring at a crack in the cement as she rambled on, complaining the picture of me wasn't turning out as perfect as the real thing. My heart thumped unevenly in my chest, and my eyes filled with tears. I was afraid I would have a meltdown right in front of her. My head was full of fuzziness, nothing making sense except the thing I was going to tell her. My lower lip trembled as she squeezed my hand tighter in hers. My stomach churned uncomfortably.
I couldn't tell her the truth, obviously. She had no idea what was really happening in my other life. Nobody I knew actually knew about my other life. I was depressing, keeping a secret from her, and even more depressing to leave her because of it.
I put on a fake smile, laughing enthusiastically when she did. I little too enthusiastically, but I didn't think she noticed.
As we stepped intoKellari Taverna, I noticed the place was totally empty except for an old couple near the front. I sighed in silent relief. This would make it easier. I didn't want her to have a breakdown in front of a crowd.
"Table for two, please," I said to the waiter standing behind a podium. My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat quietly. Amu turned to look at me, curious. I smiled at her, feeling my upper lip tremble. She bought it and turned away.
The waiter nodded, scribbling something on his notepad, than turning towards the tables. He waved to us from over his shoulder. "This way," He crooned.
We padded after him, all the way to the back, where it was slightly darker, and the sound from the other room was slightly muffled. I smiled, a real smile this time. This was going to be a little easier.
Amu and I slid into our seats. She shrugged out of her turtleneck sweater to reveal a black cami underneath. Her strong arms (well, strong for a girls), stretched as she pulled it off. I felt tears beginning to leak out of my eyes as I watched. I pretended to yawn, than scrubbed my eyes with the back of my hand. The waiter handed us large, frilly, red menus.
"Today's special is cooked lobster," He said in a nasally voice, pulling out a pad to write our orders down. I turned to look at him, smiling. "I'll have the lobster," I said politely, handing him the menu back. Amu grinned and handed hers back too.
"I'll have what he's having."
The waiter nodded and swept away.
Amu turned to look at me, her dazzling smile optimistic. I glared down at the silk tablecloth, pressing my lips together. Her face immediately dropped into one of concern.
"Ikuto! Are you alright? Are you sick?" She placed a hand on my forehead, than withdrew it. "No fever," She murmured to herself, obviously puzzled.
I shook my head. "I'm not sick," I mumbled, looking up to meet her confused gaze.
"Than what's wrong?" She smiled at me, totally clueless.
I frowned at the array of forks beside my plate. What was I going to tell her? What lie could she possibly buy? "I have to tell you something important,"
She nodded, still smiling. "So do I."
I had a moment of confusion. She had to tell me something? I shook away the thought, focusing on what I was about to say.
I finally looked up. "Amu, do you know how much I love you?" I begged.
Her face suddenly became serious, thoughtful. "I can take a guess, but it'll probably be wrong."
"More than anyone can ever imagine," I growled fiercely. "I'd do anything for you. I'd die for you."
She stared at me, her eyes wide, suspicious. She seemed to be catching on to something. "What's this about?"
I looked back up at her, my eyes begging, desperate. I guessed they looked wild and crazy with the horror I'd been dreading these past couple days, because she suddenly looked shocked. Absolutely frightened.
A lie immediately formed in my head, and I blurted it out without thinking;
"Remember when you met my parents last month?"
My voice came out strange. Choking sort of. Last month, I had visited my parents in Chicago. I had brought Amu along with me.
She nodded, her face grim. My parents had not been happy that week, and if they were it was defiantly not about Amu.
My knees began to shake. My lip trembled, and I clenched my hands into fists underneath the table.
"Well, they don't approve of you," I blurted out.
"I could've guessed that."
I stared at her beseechingly, taking a deep breath as I prepared to say the thing I had been dreading, would have rather died than say.
"They're forcing me to move back to Seiyo. They don't want me near you."
She stared at me, her eyes wide, her face frozen and confused. Suddenly it began to melt. Her eyes began to blink furiously as tears rapidly swelled and began to gush down her cheeks. Her lips trembled, and her face drained of color, turning pale white.
"What?" She whispered.
I took a shaky breath. "I can't see you anymore. I'm going to Seiyo."
She let out a strangled sob, burying her face in her hands and slumping into her chair. I just sat their, listening to her sobs, not looking at her.
Suddenly she stood up quickly. She gave me a desperate, begging look, and I just stared silently back. She snatched up her sweater and raised her arm over her eyes. Without another word or glance, she sprinted away and vanished. I could still hear her sobs, see her horrified eyes in my mind. I knew this was going to haunt me.
Forever.
Tadase's POV
I stepped out of the front doors, leaving the Easter Music Corporation behind me for the week. I was so sick of Utau pushing me around and screaming at me. I yawned sleepily. What time was it? Damn it. I should probably get back to my apartment.
I began to slowly make my way down the loud street, wrapped in my thoughts. I was beginning to wonder why so many paparazzi were following me everywhere at this time of night. It was getting very annoying. I could hear their excited whispering and squealing behind me. And I wasn't even famous! I was just Utau Hosino's agent. A normal guy. At least trying to be normal, but it's hard to fall in love and live your life when you're being yelled at by Utau.
I turned around slowly, stopping in my tracks. About ten or more people clutching cameras were clustered in a small group behind me. They began whispering quickly to each other as I turned and snapping photos at random. I shielded my eyes with my arm as the flash bugged my eyes.
"Do you mind not following me?"
"No, we don't mind!" A guy yelled out. The others nodded and chimed in in agreement.
Before I could reply with a very rude response, someone else walked by. I suppose it was some other star; I couldn't keep track of them all with Utau on my hands. But the star was holding hands with some guy, and they were giggling and laughing. The paparazzi began to snap photos in unison, and a buzz like chatter spread from them. They ditched me and followed the lovebirds down the street.
I sighed to myself, turning back and starting to walk again. Love was such a silly thing. It was a luxury, just like cars and televisions. You didn't need it. But everyone wanted it. I knew I was never going to find love. Everyone only had looks. No personality or emotions.
Like robots.
As I stood waiting to cross, I noticed a tall girl standing across from me on the other side of the street. Her face was in her hands, tears streaming through them. Her knees were wobbling, and her eyes were wide and wild. Her hair was a beautiful flowing pink, and her eyes were liquid gold. She wore skinny jeans, black converse, and a black turtleneck sweater.
I tipped my head to one side, questions flying through my mind.
The light turned red, and people hustled past me. The girl sprinted across. As she reached me, she ran straight into my stomach. She looked up.
"I'm s-sorry," She gasped.
I smiled down at her. "It's cool."
She stared at me for a moment longer, and than a taxi cab honked and she jumped and darted away. I smiled to myself.
When I reached my apartment, I wondered if I'd ever see her again.
After all, they say it's a small world, but it's a huge city.
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That's it! Tell me what you think, please!
Don't worry, their will only be VERY LITTLE Tadamu in this story, I hate that couple. =P