Monkeys: Well I have to redo this and I actually just might end up deleting the whole thing ad redoing it on Wattpad since they aren't so picky about everything. But those of you who read that, I had one word for that, for my fans. My word? WOW. Just, WOW. Lol whatever, I must abide. But I will say… USE WATTPAD. For God's sake. I use it so yeah… SammiNeko is me.

The Black Parade

I sang out to the crowd, making most of the girls scream and reach for me. I smirked my infamous smirk, which made them scream more.

I heard Kukai's back-up singing mingling with mine. We had the best harmony in the whole band.

At this point I let Tadase take over singing with Kukai while I do a few dramatic slides across the stage, making Kukai smirk.

I finished the song off with a nice little pose. The crowd exploded into screams. As we made our way back stage, I heard a girl, sounding different from the rest of the fan girls, screaming. She wasn't screaming for me. I paused on the stairs, probably looking stupid. Kukai turned and looked at me, giving me a funny face. I shook my head; it was none of my concern.

After we had put up our instruments and had settled in with a few other performers, we had started to relax after the high we get from a good show. I pretended to laugh at one of the striper's jokes, not really paying attention. My mind was on that girl's scream. She sounded in trouble.

I excused myself to go for a walk outside for a while. I needed to get my mind off her. I hummed the rhythm to a new song I was still on the basics of creating while walking down an alley. I probably wouldn't have seen her, if not for her little whimper and her bright pink hair. But I did, I saw her all cut up and hidden mostly by a group of creepy looking guys.

Recognizing the little noise, I pushed my way past one of them to see what the problem was.

I let out a little gasp. One guy had a knife pressed to her arm, cutting her up and smirking, whispering in her ear. She really couldn't do anything, she was bound and gagged. I shoved past two other guys and punched the guy in his face. He really didn't see it coming either. One of them recognized me, though.

"Ikuto Tsukiyomi," he growled, obviously not one of my fans. He had a crowbar in his hand. The other had random objects.

I pulled out my Colt M1911. As If I'd go anywhere without something to defend myself with. I smirked at one of them as they gasped. A gun was always better than a crowbar. The thug dropped his weapon, not wanting to get shot.

"Give me the girl," I told him, lacing my tone with venom directed to them. The one that I punched roughly picked her up and tossed her to me. She made a little squeal that would have been a terrified scream, if not for the gag. I caught her easily with my quick reflexes. She was pretty light. I held the gun up, nodding towards the end of the alley. The thugs took the chance and ran.

I didn't take my eyes off of the quickly disappearing thugs until I could no longer see any of them. I then glanced down at the girl. She had fainted, probably from blood loss. She needed medical attention. I put my gun away, holding her in one arm and pulling out my phone with the other.

I dialed the number effortlessly. "Hey, I need you guys here now, bring the car around 21st street near the Pizza Hut." I didn't wait for their answer as I hung up; they knew when I was serious, even though that rarely ever happened. I worriedly looked down at the girl, she was still breathing, thankfully, but her breaths came shallow. I walked up the alley, hearing tires screech. I knew that our ride was almost here. I see the black limo pull up and the door open even before it had completely stopped. Kukai held the door open, noticing the limp girl in my arms; he held his arms out for her.

I passed her off to him, climbing in. "Where to," my favorite driver asked.

"Charles street and 54th," I told him, not saying the word.

Kukai noticed my aversion of the word and told the driver, "St. Jose hospital, quickly." Tadase wiped off some of the blood that seeped from her cuts. He was usually freaked out by blood, though I could see he was a little pale. Kukai never really had any problems. Our drummer, Nagihiko, sat with our bass/keyboard player, Kairi, in the back, obviously worried that we wouldn't make it in time. I held the girl's head in my lap, Kukai sat beside me, holding her middle, while Tadase sat on the floor infront of us.

I just hoped I wasn't too late.

A few hours later… At the hospital.

All of us sat in the private waiting lobby in the hospital. We waited for what seemed forever. At first, we couldn't stop moving.

We all did something that involved us moving. I paced, shaming myself for not investigating her first scream. Kukai tapped his leg nervously. Kairi was rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder. Tadase was picking at an invisible piece of dust on his shirt. Nagihiko was tapping on his knee; I recognized it as the beat for Welcome to the Black Parade.

My own lyrics rang out through my mind. The savior of the broken… The girl was broken and beaten. I don't think she was damned. I sighed, eventually stopping my nonsense babble in my head and random pacing. I sat down next to Kukai. He had his hands in his orange-ish brown hair, elbows on his knees, looking at the ground. I sighed; he did this when he was nervous.

He just wouldn't talk. His girlfriend, Utau, hated him in this state of mind. She needed conversation. He needed quiet. I couldn't ever understand those two, they were almost opposites. I would never understand love either.

Being tied down? That wasn't me. I would never be tied down to anyone. Sure, I could be the sweetest guy, but I'm called a player. Maybe rumors are true.

After another hour of my constant mind babble, a doctor came out of the double doors that they took the girl behind. I stood up, catching a glimpse of a body being rolled away. In a body bag.

My heart stopped. I froze as the others surged forward to get the information on the girl. Was I too late? How could I ever forgive myself? Sure, I had no idea who this girl was. But remembering her scream at the concert and knowing I ignored it, makes it worse. She was somebody's daughter, maybe somebody's mother. And I could have saved her.

But I ignored her cry, and came too late.

"Ikuto," Kukai asked, after talking to the man in the white coat and official-looking papers.

I shook my head, smiling in a daze. "What was her name, doctor?"

The man looked me in the eye, confused. "Her name is Amu Hinamori, sir. You can go see her if you want."

I frowned. Weren't they supposed to be official around here and not use the wrong pretense? I shook my head though, "No, I'm not family. Could you call her parents, I can't tell them."

Kukai's brain finally caught up. "Ikuto," he said slowly, "Amu isn't dead."

I frowned more, "What? B-But I seen a body bag!"

The doctor laughed sadly, "Well we do have more patients here, so if you want to see her, her room number is 409 on the left side down that hall," he pointed to a hallway to his left, "and then turn left again and you should find the room on your right, have a blessed day."

We all nodded and rushed down the hall to see our little Amu. We walked into the door, greeted by the funky smell of medicine and the sounds of machines beeping. The nurse was checking her vitals and the big machine that was making a weird noise. She glanced at me, looked away, and then did a double take.

"Ikuto Tsukiyomi?" she had stars in her eyes, "Is this your girlfriend? Oh, she's so cute, so cute!"

I flinched at her high-pitched squeal but waved her off, "No, I found her and brought her here."

That made it worse. "You saved here? Oh, Ikuto! You're so dreamy!" Her squeal made the sleeping Amu groan and slowly open her eyes. The nurse stopped going all fan-girl and went back to official nurse. "Good evening, Luna!"

Amu looked up at her, looking at her surroundings. "I'm Amu," she told her.

The nurse nodded, "I know, Luna means moon. Like 'Good morning, Sunshine'. Well you need to stay here for two days, to let your stitches heal properly and it should give you time to stay off the streets. I am your night nurse, Midori, and your daytime nurse is named Ami," she said as she wrote the names on a dry-erase board by the TV on the wall. Once the nurse was done instructing her about what to do if something bad happens, she had finally left. We had all lined the wall. Amu stared at all of us, obviously confused as to why the hottest band was here in her hospital room.

I cleared my throat, stepping forward, "Amu, do you remember the concert?" I asked carefully, as to not scare her.

She stared at my face, finally gasping fearfully and sobbing a little, "Ikuto, Ikuto, you saved me?" Seeing her cry must have set off some part of me that I kept away. Because I surged forward, scooping her up in my arms and hugging her tightly. I know it wasn't right, I barely knew her.

But it felt right, like I knew her from a long time ago. A flash of pink, a small blue bunny, I got one of those memories. I pushed it back into the back of my mind, paying attention to the crying pinkette in my arms. I shushed her, smoothed down her messy hair, doing anything to make her stop crying.

"Ikuto," Tadase was walking up to me, eyeing the girl, "we'll go find something to eat downstairs." I nodded, knowing that they just felt nervous. As they all filed out of the room, Amu gradually stopped crying and fell into a deep sleep. I sighed. What had I gotten myself into? I wasn't some hero. I should go, I saved her and all but I needed to get back to my life and stop interfering in her's.

Monkeys: Sooo… R n' R! Tell me if I should make them split or not! Tadase or Ikuto… Or even Kukai! And how should I introduce Rima and the others?