Getting Married to Him?
Amu is 21 and her parents are afraid she won't ever get married. She's rejected every single proposal. So they talk to a friend of theirs who happens to be Aruto Tsukiyomi. He tells them about his son Ikuto Tsukiyomi. They arrange a marriage for them. But what if Amu doesn't like Ikuto? How will she learn to like him, let alone love him?
June 10, 2012: Updated Edited Version
Ikuto Tsukiyomi?
"You have a son!"
"His name is Ikuto."
"How come I do not remember him?"
"Because I never told you about him, and you never asked."
"Oh."
"So it's settled...?"
"Yes."
"See you then."
"Thank you again, Aruto."
"No problem." Midori pressed the "End Call" button and smiled.
"What?" Amu nearly yelled. "I'm getting married to whom?" Midori opened her mouth to reply, but she didn't get the chance to.
"OK. Never mind! I know who it is! There's simply no reason for you to say his name again."
"But I'm surprised. You know him?" Midori asked.
"Hell yeah I know him!" replied the enraged girl, fully yelling now. "He went to the same middle school and college as me! How could you forget? And you've met him before!"
"I have?" Midori asked doubtfully, more to herself then to her daughter.
"The guy who went to the dance with me?" Amu shouted.
"Oh...him!" Midori clasped her hands together in excitement. "Well, dear, isn't this wonderful? You two already know each other! We can skip the introductions!"
Amu stomped her feet in anger, barely able to contain it in. She had to grind her teeth together to keep herself from yelling at her mother. "No...This is not wonderful. Not at ALL! He humiliated me in eighth grade! Remember? Hello? Mom, where have you been these past couple of years?"
"Nowhere, dear...I've just been...you know-"
"Ugh, you don't get it!" the pinkette shouted in frustration, interrupting what her mother was saying. Midori didn't argue back. For a few moments, there was complete silence between the mother and daughter, neither made a move, nor made a squeak. But then Amu broke the silence by asking, "Why Ikuto? You and Dad barely even know him!"
Midori looked away guiltily. "That's why he's coming over today..."
"WHA-" her voice was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing.
Ding-Dong!
"Oh! That must be him!" Midori exclaimed. "Go open the door Amu!"
"But!" She argued. Ding-Dong!
"No buts! Hurry and open the door!"
Amu let out a big sigh, stomped to the front door to unlock it, and flung the door wide open with unnecessary force. One would normally expect to see an irritated girl with a scowl on her face and not be expected to be acknowledged whatsoever in a situation like this. Or perhaps a ferocious monster waiting to tear apart whatever was at the door.
That's certainly what Aruto and Ikuto had expected to see. Both had a sinking feeling that death was awaiting them, even before the door was flung open, for they could sense the murderous tendrils of darkness as it had begun to creep out from underneath it. So both men were surprised when they were greeted with a warm welcome.
But of course, what they were sensing was not a complete lie. They would have been greeted more...unpleasantly, if the pinkette wasn't taught the proper etiquette, but that was not the case. Amu's parents were strict about manners and public behavior.
"Nice to meet you, Tsukiyomi-san!" she bowed to show him respect.
The older of the two men smiled. "No need for formals, Amu, just call me Aruto. And this is my son, Ikuto."
Amu forced her eyes away from Aruto's to Ikuto's. For a minute she was utterly breathless. He looks taller than the last time I saw him, she thought. He is so handsome. His feathery midnight blue hair, his beautiful sapphire blue eyes…The lean and slender figure, his infamous smirk, his sexiness…Wait. What the hell am I thinking about?
At that she snapped out of it and stepped back into reality. She gestured with her hand for them to go in, but was too much in a daze to say "Please come in." So she just held the door open as Aruto and Ikuto walked in, and then shut and locked the door behind her when everyone was inside.
"Checking me out, weren't you?" Ikuto leaned down to whisper into her ear as they walked into the living room.
"N-no! Of course not!" she stuttered, denying it, even though a tell-tale blush had already spread across her cheeks. The stubborn young woman would not admit that she was indeed checking him out.
"Sure, you weren't…" he breathed making Amu shiver. Ikuto winked at her before he went over to stand near his own father. Amu inwardly kicked herself for falling for his trap and letting him get away without realizing what he had just done.
"So you are Ikuto, correct?" Midori asked, after they had settled down on the couches in the living room.
"My little sparrow is getting married...? I'm running away!" Amu's father, Tsumugu cried. Then he ran into the bathroom with a load full of food and slammed the door.
"Um…don't mind him, will you?" Midori said, while mentally face palming herself.
"I won't…" Aruto said.
"So Ikuto," Midori said smiling. She turned to face him. "Have you heard of the plan?"
"What plan?" he asked and gave her a puzzled look. "Can you please explain?"
"I didn't tell you? My bad…whoops...heh...heh..." Aruto said while scratching the back of his head. "You're getting married to this lovely young lady here."
Ikuto's eyes widened in shock.
"I am!" he half-exclaimed, half-asked.
"Yup!" Amu chirped in with fake excitement. "Isn't that awesome?"
"So…when's the wedding?" he asked, completely ignoring Amu's sarcasm. His question caught Amu off guard. Oh great, she thought. Now he's asking about the wedding...this can't get any better. Hooray!
"It's about a month from now." Aruto said absentmindedly; his attention fixed on the family photos that were hanging on the walls.
"Oh, that fast?" asked Ikuto.
"Why, do you object?" Midori asked quickly.
"N-no! It's great! The faster the better!" he replied, just as quickly as she did.
"I object!" the annoyed pinkette said, emphasizing on the "I" part.
"Now, now Amu," Midori started. "Don't be fresh."
"How's that being fresh?" Amu asked, her voice rising up several octaves.
"Alright, you aren't being fresh. But Amu...we already talked this over so many times...and you even agreed..." Midori reasoned.
Amu heaved a big sigh. "Yes, mom. I understand. I will marry this jer—uh—handsome...young man." She was about to say "jerk" but her mom was giving her "that look," so she said something flattering instead. She mumbled through the last part, but her mother didn't seem to notice.
"There's my good girl, Amu!" her mother said happily and hugged her. Sure…Amu thought, then muttered, whatever makes you happy mom…Luckily nobody caught that.
"So where are we staying?" Aruto asked suddenly now that he was done looking at the photos.
"What? Mom! You never told me-mpphh" Midori covered her daughter's mouth with her hand to muffle her outburst. She turned to the guests and smiled.
"Ikuto's room is across from Amu's and yours is next to Ikuto's." she informed Aruto.
"Wait! Where the hell are their luggages?" Amu blurted out, unable to contain herself. Midori gave her a sharp look.
"They're right here, honey." She pointed to the luggage by the staircase.
"When did they bring them in? How come I didn't notice?"
"I helped them bring them in actually..."
"When?"
"When they came in of course."
"No you didn't..." Amu argued.
"Yes, I did. You were just too googly-eyed over Ikuto to notice. Don't argue with me when you're going to be wrong." Midori said, leaving Amu dumbfounded.
"I was 'too googly-eyed over Ikuto to notice?'" Amu asked herself in disbelief. "Really...?"
"Any objections?" Midori hurried on.
"No! It's perfect!" Aruto said and flashed Midori a smile as he headed upstairs after his son.
"That must be Amu's room…which means I'm staying here…" Ikuto muttered to himself and pushed the door open to reveal a huge room. It was simple and neat. It was blue and gray-blue colored. It wasn't cluttered with a whole lot of furniture, but yet it wasn't too empty either. He plopped down and spread his arms and legs, allowing himself to sink into the softness of the bed.
Ikuto marveled at the size of the room. He didn't think Amu's parents were rich. She sure didn't show it in school. Maybe it was just that the evil midget, what was her name? Misharo Rima? No, Mashiro Rima was rich and was always surrounded by her "slaves." So now everyone who knew Mashiro believed the stereotype for rich people was that they were cruel and had "slaves."
Ikuto walked out to the balcony and looked out. It was facing the beach. It was such a breath-taking view. He smirked, thinking about how he was getting married to Amu. He quite liked the idea. It was way better than the time his father almost made him get engaged to Saaya. Ikuto shivered at the thought.
"Dinner time!" Midori yelled from downstairs.
"OK!" Amu yelled back and ran downstairs. Ikuto followed soon after and found he was the last to arrive at the dinner table.
"No! My little sparrow is leaving the nest!" Tsumugu cried, running to the bathroom again. Everyone stared at him weirdly.
"You'll have to get use to that!" Amu laughed half-heartily. "Ha-ha..."
"So Ikuto…" Midori started breaking the awkward silence.
So yeah...I edited this chapter. I found so many flaws in the story and I couldn't take it...I just had to fix some errors...
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