Introduction: Hello there! I'm a girl who aspires to be an author in the future. So, to improve my skills, I figured that I should use this website and write about one of the things I love the most: Shugo Chara! and Amuto! So please enjoy my first story and hopefully review. I will accept criticism, no matter how bad, so please do review! I don't own Shugo Chara!
"Good morning class!" a scruffy, orange-haired man greeted, walking into the classroom.
"Good morning Nikaidou-sensei!" the class chorused.
The teacher smiled and pulled out his role book, calling out names. Once he was finished, he coughed, clearing his throat and caught the attention of the class. "Well, as some of you may have heard, we have a transfer student today. You may come in."
As the door slid open, the girls squealed in excitement. In walked a blue-haired boy with a black bag strapped over his shoulder. He turned to the class and his sapphire-eyes scanned the room. An annoyed breath escaped from his lips as he saw that it was the usual: screaming girls, jealous guys, and the teacher who couldn't clean up after himself.
"Class, please welcome Tsukiyomi Ikuto," Nikaidou introduced.
"Yo," he gave a small nod and his eyes traveled to the teacher, indicating that he wanted to know where his seat was.
"Oh! Um, Tsukiyomi-san, you may sit in the back row. Behind the empty chair," the orange-haired teacher pointed to the back.
Ikuto stared at the desk Nikaidou was pointing at. In front of it was another empty desk and to the left of the small table, there was a row of large windows with the beautiful scenery of the sky and big oak trees. However, because they were in the second floor, there was only a forty feet distance from the ground.
He nodded and sauntered over to the seat. Along the way, he heard whispers but the only words he could make out were "Amu-sama" or "No right to sit there." He ignored the deathly glares from the guys and simply took a seat, staring outside the open window.
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Once homeroom had ended, Ikuto stood up and yawned. All period all he had done was stare at the blue sky and the green trees. Truth be told, he was tired of the colors he saw everyday and wondered what it would be like to see something that was rare in color.
A finger tapped his shoulder and he turned around. To his surprise, he saw an overly hyper girl who seemed as if she had eaten ten bowls of sugar in the morning.
"Hi! Yaya's name is Yaya!" she introduced, cheerfully.
Ikuto examined the girl from her gigantic red ribbons in her hair to her brown loafers. He raised an eyebrow and gave her a small, cautious nod.
"Well, how's school so far? Probably boring, since all you experienced was homeroom. Yaya thinks that Nikaidou-sensei is cool, but he's so boring. But next is art! Yaya thinks you'll enjoy art! Yaya hopes so anyway! The art room is this way! And then after art are English, math, science, and then lunch. Then after that it's P.E. and then history!"
Ikuto's sapphire eyes widened at the huge amount of words that she was able to say in less than thirty seconds. Surprisingly enough, he had understood every single statement.
"So, should Yaya guide you to the art room?" she offered.
Ikuto opened his mouth to say that he was able to find it himself, but the peppy girl interrupted him.
"Great! Let's go!"
He sighed and shut his mouth, letting her guide him to the art room. On the way, she had grabbed his arm and pointed towards random people.
"Hello Rima-tan! This is Ikuto! He transferred into Yaya's class today!"
Ikuto took a good look at the short, blonde, golden-eyed girl.
Rima scoffed, "New huh? Well, just don't bother me." She turned to Yaya, "By the way Yaya, was Amu in today?"
Ikuto's ears perked up. Amu...the name floated in his mind, slowly painting a picture. He wanted to know what she looked like because he had heard her name more than several times that morning.
"Amu-chii? Not today for homeroom. Maybe art though," the brunette shrugged, "Let's go Ikuto! Bye Rima-tan!"
Ikuto continued to follow, but along the way, he spoke up, "Who's Amu?"
Yaya turned back and a big grin spread across her face, "Amu-chii? The girl who sits in front of you! She's one of Yaya's best friends! She's so smart so she only goes to the classes she wants to go to. But she always comes to art!"
Once again, Ikuto tried his best to follow the speed talk of the brunette. His mind wandered around the name. She certainly seemed interesting and truth be told, he wanted to meet her a lot.
"Here it is! The art room! Let's sit down!" Yaya dragged Ikuto to an empty stool
The blue-haired man stared at the empty canvas in front of him and then at the cup of brushes and cans of paint on the empty space beside it. His eyes traveled around the room, noticing that there wasn't anything that was black. And the only things that were white were the eggshell walls.
"Miki-tan doesn't like black or white," Yaya commented, noticing Ikuto's confused gaze.
He opened his mouth to ask who Miki-tan was, but Yaya beat him to the punch, "Miki-tan's coming! Look! There she is!"
Ikuto's head whirled around and he saw an older-looking woman with short, blue hair. On her head was a blue beret and in her hand was a blue sketch pad. She wore blue shorts and a light azure shirt with a gray vest over it.
"Hello everyone," she said.
"Hello Miki-sensei!" the class chimed.
Ikuto turned to Yaya, a curious expression on his face, "Is Miki her last name or…"
"Yaya and everybody else like to call Miki-tan by Miki and the other teachers by their first names too. We think it's more interesting that way."
The blue-haired boy nodded slowly and switched his attention back to the art teacher.
"Where's Hinamori Amu?" the lady put her hand on her hips, her face revealing an expression of disbelief and anger.
"Here," a calm, bell-like voice said.
Miki felt her blood boil when she heard the soft voice. She twirled around and saw the rosette standing there, her brown leather bag over her shoulder.
"And what is your excuse today Hinamori-san?" Miki raised an eyebrow.
"I fell asleep outside," Amu said, shrugging.
"Dozing off again?"
"I guess," the rosette took a seat near Yaya, giving a small smile to the brunette.
"Well, that 'I guess' has just earned yourself a one-way ticket to detention. Here, you can draw it yourself," Miki said, grabbing her pad of detention slips.
"Whatever," Amu shrugged.
Ikuto glanced at the pink sheet and watched as Miki handed it to her. He carefully studied her blank expression as she stuffed it inside her bag.
"Now, everybody please turn to the next empty page in your canvas and start drawing the fruit bowl in front of you," the blue-haired woman instructed.
Time ticked by and Ikuto finished his sketch quickly, stopping to make sure everything was drawn and colored right. He glanced over at Yaya, whose tongue was sticking out and her hand was poised mid-air, attempting to capture the artistic moment. His navy eyes traveled further and he saw Amu, who was staring blankly at the color pencils that were lined up neatly in the front of the canvas. His eyes followed her every movement and his lips curved into a frown when he caught a glimpse of the colors she had chosen: blue, black, pink, lavender, gray, and green. He turned to the fruit bowl and compared the colors. The fruit bowl was blue and the pears were a light green, but everything else didn't make sense. Yellow bananas, red strawberries and apples, purple grapes, and orange oranges, but nothing was black or pink or even lavender and gray.
He turned back to his canvas and decided that maybe she was going to do abstract art.
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"This is quite good actually," Miki complimented, studying the picture carefully, "But use a little more depth for the colors, they're too light."
Ikuto merely nodded through his vacant expression.
"Yuiki-san, may I ask what this is?" the art teacher questioned, staring at a large mushroom in front of her.
"It's Yaya's fruit bowl!" the brunette settled back. On her face, she wore a proud look.
"The fruit bowl is not supposed to be upside down though," Miki commented," And make sure that there's not spots on your bananas, they look like their rotten."
Ikuto fought back a chuckle and thought about how honest that statement was. He straightened himself up when he noticed that Miki was moving on to the last person: Hinamori Amu.
"This, this is all wrong!" he heard his teacher's calm, composed voice blow up in fury, "What is this supposed to be? It's pure idiocy!"
"What's so wrong?" came Amu's reply.
"The apples are black? The bananas are green? What is this supposed to be? We're not doing abstract art! You're supposed to draw and color the damn bowl exactly the way it is!"
"Isn't it interesting this way though?" Amu pointed out.
Miki sighed, rubbing her temples, "I don't care what you think, this is all wrong! Draw another one and hand it in tomorrow and please, this time, make it right."
"Whatever."
Ikuto positioned his body to be able to look at the drawing. His breath hitched as he saw the weird canvas. Everything was an odd color and extremely…different. The bananas were indeed green and the apples were a charcoal black, but more than that, the bowl was gray, the strawberries were lavender, the oranges were blue, and the grapes were a ferocious pink.
"That's interesting," the words escaped from his lips.
The rosette managed to hear the statement and turned to the source, a deadly glare shooting out of her eyes, "And that's a problem?"
"No, I'm just saying."
"Well, go say stuff somewhere else."
"Aren't you a feisty one," Ikuto chuckled.
"Aren't you a weird one," Amu mimicked.
"Well, at least I know my colors," Ikuto's lips curved up into a smirk.
"Stop! Yaya wants you to stop!" the brunette interrupted, her eyes pleading for silence. "Yaya hates fighting!"
"Whatever," the two muttered in synch.
Ikuto looked at the rosette's drawing once more. This time, the image of Amu staring at the color pencils were taped to his mind. Somehow, deep inside, he felt as if the two were strangely connected.
A/N: So how was it? Was it horrible or good? Did you find anything you didn't like. I reread this chapter five times and I felt it was a little rushed, but I don't know for sure so please tell me what you think! I hope you liked it! Please review to help improve my writing! And do give me an honest opinion!
And by the way, it took forever to find how Ikuto wears his school bag, and I finally found it. He does wear it strapped around his body...so yeah. PLEASE REVIEW!