Unexplained Love
Chapter 1
Ikuto's P.O.V.
I walk down the empty street with my backpack. I hold a worn out shirt up to my busted lip, trying to dry the blood. I stop and look around, now realizing that I have no idea where I've ended up.
Amu's P.O.V.
While I look out my balcony, I see a boy walk by. He looks older than me and I should probably go inside, he looks like trouble. Then, I see he has a black, swolen eye and bloody lip. All he has on is a white T-shirt with jeans and a black hoodie, and a what seems to be a full backback. He's limping around and has pain written on his face. It's 2 in the morning, what is he doing out so late?
Wait, why am I up so early?
I shake my head at my thoughts and lay my stare back at the teenage boy. He stops and looks around, is he lost? I gulp and wave at him, ''Hey!'' His head perks up towards me, revealing more cuts and bruises. He didn't say anything, nor did he move, he just gave me this blank stare.
''What are you doing out so early in the morning with untreated wounds? Hold on, I'm coming down so you can come in!'' I run downstairs and open the front door to see he's already there. I move over to the side, inviting him in. He slides through the opening between me and the doorway. I laugh slightly and shut the door, ''Do you talk?''
He doesn't give me an answer, not even a shake of his head, all he does is give me the same look of no expression. I sigh and forget about him ignoring my questions and statements and go to the kitchen.
Ikuto's P.O.V.
This young girl just invites a stranger in her home, is she crazy? I ignore her talking to me and just stare at her shiney pink hair and honey gold eyes. She's kinda cute, after she gets tired of my quietness, she walks to the kitchen and pulls out a first aid kit.
I look at a picture of her family, a lovely mom, and happy dad, and a cheerful sister. She laughs and I look at her, ''Don't worry, my family isn't home. They went to my grandparents house an hour ago. I didn't want to go so I stayed behind.'' She looks deep in the kit.
I look at the picture again and see her not being like them. She's turned to the side with her arms crossed and looks like she doesn't care about anything.
''Aha!'' She runs up to me and pushes me down on the couch. She sits beside me and pours a liquid on a rag. She smiles, ''This'll sting a little but you'll be good as new!'' She leans in and starts dabbing the rag on my cuts. I wince but try to ignore the pain. She stares at my wounds intensly, ''I'm Amu Hinamori, you gotta name?''
I look at her concentrated stare, ''Ikuto Tsukiyomi.''
Hinamori laughs, ''Ah, so you can talk, eh? Well, care to say what happened? Did you get beat up?''
I nod.
She starts putting bandages on my cuts, ''So was it a mafia? A knife fight?''
I shake my head, ''My parents.''
Hinamori frowns, ''Oh, I'm sorry.''
I shrug and stand up, ''It's nothing really, we just don't get along.'' I look at a wall clock in her living room, ''I should get going, I gotta find a place to crash.''
''Hey, what's in here?'' I turn around and she's digging in my backpack.
My jaw drops, ''What are you doing?! Haven't you heard of privacy?!''
She dumps everything out and smells all the close, ''Ew, you apparently don't know how to wash clothes! What is with this stuff anyway? I mean, clothes and 2 dollars, really?''
I take it back and pack everything back into it, ''Didn't I just say I have to find a place to crash? I can't stand going by my parent's rules and being beat everyday for the little things.'' I clench my hand to a fist, ''I gotta get far away as possible.''
Hinamori puts her hand over mine and smiles softly, ''You can stay here if you'd like. I don't mind. Besides, your clothes are really dirty and torn up. I'll use my allowence to buy you more clothes and get us lunch. But my parents can't know so if I'm out at school and they are home, hide out on the balcony and don't make any sounds! I'll also buy you some manga or magizines to keep you entertained while I'm gone.'' She smirks, ''Do you prefer playboy?''
I raise a brow, ''You have no problem with having a total stranger staying with you in your room everyday? And are you rich or something?!" ... ''And yes, playboy is fine.''
She laughs, ''Well, I'm not poor! And, I can already tell that you are sweet and just wants a friend. I'm here for anyone, Tsukiyomi! Especially the ones in real big trouble.''
''Ikuto.''
Hinamori tilts her head, ''Huh?''
I look at her and squeeze her hand, ''Call me Ikuto, just Ikuto.''
Hinamori smiles and pats my head, ''Then you can call me Amu!'' She stands up and puts her hands behind her back, ''I hope we can become good friends, Ikuto. I'm looking forward to being closer in our future.''
I smile and it feels like its been forever since I've made my lips in this way. I stand up as well, ''You look so young but you act so adult-like.''
''Oh no, I'm only 15!''
I walk towards the door, ''You can keep my clothes, and my backpack, I just can't be here with a kid! I'll look like a huge pervert, it'll put more bad crap on my record!''
Amu grabs my hand, ''What?! No, you can't be that much older than me!''
I look at her and cross my arms, ''I'm 17.''
''Oh.'' she lets go of my hand. Amu smiles brightly, ''So what is you're favorite food? I'm sure I can cook it!'' She runs to the kitchen.
I facepalm, ''You still aren't worried to have an almost grown man live in you're bed with you? Jesus, you're crazy.'' I walk after her, ''I'm not hungry, but you can eat. I'm gonna check your house out.''
Amu nods and starts cooking eggs.
I walk upstairs and look around. This girl is different, she's a real ditz but she's so smart and sweet. I wonder if she's hiding something.
Amu's P.O.V.
Ikuto seems nice, I'm sure I trust him enough to stay here. He's really cute, I love the way his blue hair shines and swoops the right way. And those eyes, the way the crystal blue shades down to the deep ocean blue is just beautiful. And his voice, it's perfect, its husky and grungy, but it's still soft and sweet and shakey and bitter.
I pat my cheeks and shake my head, ''Stop thinking about him, Amu! He's a roommate you've just met. Huh, now that I think about it, I'm actually letting a stranger in my house and I'm not scared? I guess he just has the charm to be trusted very easily until he screws up. We'll see what happens.''
The door bell rings.
I turn my head towards the door and turn off the oven. I wipe my hands off on a towel and open the door. There stands a man and woman, and their daughter?
I clear my throat, ''Can I help you?''
The woman holds up a picture of Ikuto, ''Have you seen my son? He went missing this morning and we're going door to door to see if anyone has seen him.''
The man jumps in, ''His name is Ikuto Tsukiyomi!'' He takes a cigarratte out of his pocket and lights it.
I smile nervously, ''Uh, no I haven't seen him, I'm sorry.''
Their daughter looks behind me and narrows her eyes at something. She pushes me aside and picks up Ikuto's backpack off my couch. She looks at her parents, ''He's here.''
The man and woman roll their eyes and push pass me as well. I sigh and shut the door, ''Sure, you can come in.''
I look at Ikuto walking downstairs and shake my head at him. He tilts his head and looks at his family going through his bag. His jaw drops and he walks back upstairs.
I look at his sister, ''Uh, that's my Dad's. I was about to do the laundry but you guys showed up. I'm sorry but you all are mistaken.''
The mother looks at me and burps, ''Listen here little lady. I've had a son for 10 years and I know what a kid looks like when they are lying. So speak up, brat!''
I shake my head, ''But, he really isn't here ma'am!''
The dad jumps in, ''We don't like lying brats!'' He raises his fist up at me and I close my eyes and wait for his punch to bring me pain.
I don't feel anything.
I open my eyes and look up to see Ikuto holding his fathers fist back in his hand. Ikuto throws down his dad's hand and blocks me, ''Don't hurt her! Don't touch her! Amu is just protecting me!''
His dad laughs, ''Protecting you from what, son?! From us?! I swear to God, if that's it, I'm gonna punch you in the throat!'' He pops his knuckles.
''N-no! Please stop!'' I put my hands on his dad's chest, ''Don't hurt Ikuto! If you hurt anyone, hurt me! It was my choice to protect him from whatever he was running from!''
Ikuto's mom pushes his dad out of the way, ''I got her, Kazuomi.'' She takes his cigarrette and looks at me. I stare at her drugged look. She kicks me in the chest and pressed the cigarrette bud in my arm, burning my skin.
I bite my lip and fall to the floor and curl up in a ball.
Ikuto's P.O.V.
I push my mom down and bend down to Amu, ''Hey, are you okay?'' I pick her up and put her on the couch.
She smiles at me, ''I'm fine, I'm just a little sleepy.''
I clench my fist and turn around, ''I'm sorry, Amu, but I put you in too much trouble already.'' I look at my mom and step dad, ''I have to go back home.'' I grab my bag and walk out before everyone.
My mom and Kazuomi follow behind, what's taking Utau so long?
Amu's P.O.V.
I stare at Ikuto's sister writing something down on a piece of paper. She looks at me and smiles, ''I'm sorry if I seemed a little rude. If I don't act that way around my parents, they beat me. Anyway, on this paper is Ikuto's school name and adress, our adress, and mine and Ikuto's cell. Please save him, he's the one in more pain. Oh, and thank you for at least trying to give him a home and friend. You're a kind person. And my name is Utau Hoshina, I'm Ikuto's little sister, if you needed to know.'' She waves and runs out.
I fold the paper and slip it into my pocket.
My sight blurs and my stomach hurts. I close my eyes and sleep my pain away.