Hi guys long time no see, So I'm re constructing this story. For Now I'm just putting the old chapters together but I'm gonna come back and edit everything into something at least half decent. Because I'm not gonna lie I started this story with no idea of an end point, but now I have a general idea of what to do. Hope you guys stick around to find out
(I'm not gonna lay around too much with talks with the character anymore)
As a cold, slender finger ran down the right arm of a sleeping Amu, she shivered.
To whom this finger belongs you may wonder? Well I'm sorry but that will be held until further notice.
A sigh escaped the mouth of the displeased kidnapper, as he was tired of trying to find a less sensitive point on the little pinkette's fragile apricot skinthe midnight blue hair of the kidnapper crowded his face as he looked down to ponder his options.
I should write the letter now, but with what?he thought My hand writing surely looks nothing like hers. He looked around Amu's room, and was happy to see her purple laptop sitting calmly on her desk. Perfect.
The stranger walked hastily to the desk as he saw the red plaid digital clock's lime green numbers flash 1:00 A.M. He sat at the desk silently opening and turning on her personal computer. He was actually quite amused with her wall paper. It was a picture taken by Nadeshiko, it was of them when she was 12 and Ikuto was 17, they were sitting in the royal garden; Amu was blushing a pink the same as her hair as Ikuto was sitting close to her with his arm over her shoulder.
As soon as the idea came to him he wrote, or more like typed out his, well more like her letter.
Dear Family,
I have run away with Nadeshiko to the United States; in fear that my ex-boyfriend, Tadase, will come back and murder me. I beg you not to alert the police, because he has threatened to murder you all if he was wanted by them, I do this for our own good. If I had a choice I wouldn't do this, but I have only run away because I still have a lot of life to live and I promise I will contact you when I have safely arrived to the states.
Best wishes,
Amu Hinamori
With that the letter was printed wasthistrue? He thought to himself watching the ink cartridge repeatedly run back and forth over the page all her pictures are of her and another man, all the pictures are burnt or torn where the head should be. Leaving the matter alone he decided to get back to his first task: tie Amu up.
He sighed simultaneously as he bent down to grab the rope he had brought earlier. The easiest and most common method was selected, to tie the wrists and ankles. Once he had secured the knots, he carefully, and cautiously swung Amu over his should der for a silent escape.
As Ikuto headed towards the sliding glass door, which lead to the balcony, he walked with great ease making sure he would not awake his sleeping beauty.He then slowly glided the door open making no sounds what so ever.
He carefully crawled through the cracked glass door and walked to the middle of the balcony to then stand on the balcony as proudly as if he had just won an Oscar. When he was finished basking in the moonlight, he stared at the once busy streets of Tokyo as he darted his eyes from tree limb to tree limb planning a route back to his house.
Once he had found the shortest possible route back to his house, he glided from the balcony to the nearest limb as graceful as a swan. He seemed so delicate at the moment, despite the crime he was currently committing.
Four more graceful and angelic leaps and he was half way to the house. He had come to a bigger gap between trees and had the slight feeling of worry in his heart. Well, that worry slowed him down no more than three second, because he was too far along to turn around and call it quits on his mission. Three swift leaps more and he was there; on the roof of his regular sized two bedroom house.
As Ikuto prepared for his gentle cascade down to his front lawn, he noticed Amu had started to squirm on his shoulder. He then stood statue still in fear that she had awoken, she stopped her movement, with a sigh and relaxed after a few seconds. Aww, he thought quietly to himself she is so cute when she moves in her sleep.
He then swiftly jumped down and was then standing on his luscious, green lawn. Ikuto began to walk towards his front door, retrieved the house key from his pocket, and unlocked the door; and entered to his pitch black living room. He cautiously felt around for the velvety couch and set her down. He felt around for the nearby lamp and switched it on. Ikuto then began to plan what would happen next.
As Ikuto stared at the young girl on his black velvet couch, he realized he was not prepared for this moment, he knew it would soon come to this point but not this quickly. He then hastily walked through his house looking for an unoccupied room in his house where he could temporarily let Amu sleep.
Sadly, all rooms were full; his other bedroom was used as a study where he spent his free time reading about music and playing various genres of fast and slow songs, with tall book cases filled with books that had something to do with violins or just music in general music and oak desk that had a touch screen computer surrounded by three short, leather chairs.
Now the only option left was for her to sleep in his master bedroom. He was exhausted from the strenuous happenings of earlier that night, and decided to take the easy way out; which was to just simply take her to his enormous king sized bed.
His bed was a sight for a king; a thick comforter of royal blue with round, black buttons forming squares tilted on their corners. His feather pillows had a silver slip with golden beads seemingly sprinkled over the slip. Then a canopy of white tulle was draped over his luxurious bed.
He set her down on the end to roll back the comforter to reveal sheets the color of desert sand. He then replaced Amu under the sheets, changed into his pajama bottoms with cats on them and crawled into bed right next to Amu, and decided he was to get there, when he got there.
.: In Amu's Dreams :.
"Leave me alone!" I yelled as I looked over my shoulder to check the distance between me and the muscular street thugs behind me.
I don't know why I even went out for a walk at twelve in the morning, I just had this compulsion to go and have a peaceful night walk. Plus Ikuto wouldn't leave until I was asleep to make sure I wouldn't go out and get in to trouble, but here I am running from a group of thugs.
Then before I knew it the sidewalk in front of me had come to an abrupt end. I stopped myself just in time to stop myself from falling into a large dirt valley. My stop only gave the thugs more courage and they just started running faster.
With my space closing up and the sidewalk running short, I started subconsciously taking steps back and then I fell. 'It's over' I thought as I started my agonizingly slow descend to the hard dirt bottom, 'It's all over now'. My life starts to flash before my eyes showing everything that happened good and bad, a tear formed but was wiped away by my flapping bubble gum colored hair.
I looked down to see how long I had left and saw I was going to fall in a truck, not just any truck, a truck with at least two mattresses and what looked like two of more thugs staring up at me. It seemed like this whole incident was planned.
While waiting for my impact with the mattresses I was suddenly picked up by someone and swooped away from the mattress truck. I looked and saw I was being held by the Black Lynx, who I have been having dreams of more and more frequently.
Once he had gotten us back to my house, he knew the way since I had a habit of getting in trouble; I said a brief thank you barely audible mainly because I was facing my balcony floor hiding the blush that had engulfed my face. The last thing I expected to happen did, he walked up to me and gave me a chaste kiss on my forehead, and simply leapt off my balcony, leaving a bright red blush on my cheeks.
.: Amu POV:.
My eyelids drifted upward showing a hay vision of my gray room… Wait GRAY? This is not my room I stated over and over again in my head.
I turned around lazily to seem as if I were turning in my sleep, and met a gentle face of what seemed a twenty year old. This was the meaning of the word awkward, a fifteen year old in a twenty year old 's bed and have no clue how you even got there. Starting to flip again to stare at the roof I was hugged tighter to the sleeping man's body. He was awakening. "Mmmph," The man grumbled.
My head slowly rotated over my shoulder to see what was happening on his side, and was greeted by the smirking face of the blue haired man. I tried to pull up my hand to cover my mouth from screaming at the top of my lungs in confused horror, but found my wrists had been tied together by a harsh rope that scraped away skin making the skin raw and red. I widen my eyes realizing I was his and have fallen into his lair, my fate in his hands…