Meilin: Hello, Minna-san~ I have a new Amuto fic for you to read. I'm not too sure about how you guys will like this series, so leave me a comment/ review on what you like, didn't like, or if you'd like me to continue.
Oh and there are quite a few Shugo Chara references that I twisted a bit in this story, so I apologize if you don't quite understand them.
Enjoy!

"Hello there, Ikuto,

Isn't it bizarre how two people could be in the same place every day, could live in the same area for years, and have the same friends yet never meet? I met you a few months back, didn't I? If it weren't for Kuukai, you and I never would have become friends.

I find it strange how Kuukai and I even became friends. I wasn't the greatest person to get to know. I'd act as if things didn't matter, I couldn't express myself the way I wanted to, but in reality I was only afraid of the outcome. But he was a little quirky and I guess I was intrigued by that. It made life seem a little more interesting. It wasn't just Kuukai either, Nagihiko and Kairi were there also. They were all there when we first met.

The time past by so quickly, but with all the time I spent with everyone, it gave me a more positive feel about getting to know people and making friends. I made friends that day; me – Amu Hinamori made bonds, connections, companionship, whatever you'd like to call it. It was a weird feeling, yet, nice all the same.

Friendship wasn't the only thing I'd made that day. I made a stronger relationship with you, Ikuto Tsukiyomi. You were calm and quiet, mysterious even, but you had a smile that rivaled the sun and eyes that told a story. Was it odd that I could relate to your eyes? They held a melancholy feel to them, a sadness hidden deep within. Perhaps it was because I had gone through a pain similar to yours? Is that what drew me to you? Maybe, but I had no way of knowing for sure.

You told me your story one day and I told you mine. Somehow I wasn't shocked at the results. You were too much like me. We'd gone down different paths, yet the journey was still the same one. Inevitably, we met along this voyage and became much more than ordinary friends. We've had some struggles and there still will be some in the future, no doubt. However, I had no hesitation. We could get through any obstacle that showed up in our way.

It was interesting, really, how different we were yet how the littlest things mattered most to us. I remembered the one day I was baking desserts with Nadeshiko, my classmate. You came and messed up the cute pastries that were made, all my hard work, broken and gone to waste. But you showed up on my door step, well, my balcony and held a bag of chocolates and goodies with a nonchalant look on your face. It was your way of apologizing without actually saying sorry. Stop trying to be cool, Ikuto. I guess I was not one to talk either, was I? The gesture was nice of you, though. I kindly accepted your apology, but you weren't going to get off that easily.

I made you bake with me to replace the lost snacks. I remembered the expression of confusion on our face. You'd never baked a thing in your life, had you? It was priceless. The white flour covered your dark hair like snow on the ground, the cream was all over your clothing, and there was chocolate all over your hands. Not that you minded, you liked chocolate so you licked it off your fingers. You admitted you had fun that day. We made a mess, but it was worth it and we began a food journey together. We both learned how to bake and cook. I knew this journey wasn't going to be easy, but I accepted that challenge.

You try to be strong too, don't you? I remembered that one day, when I found you in the ally way. You were hurting, but you tried to play it off as if you were fine. You tried to brush me off and you wouldn't tell me the reason you were in pain.

"It's nothing," you said to me…

…but I knew you were lying. I could tell. You didn't want to burden me with uselessness, wasn't that right? Wasn't that what you were thinking? You couldn't fool me though, because I thought the same way. We were too much alike, remember?

You had no problem speaking to me after that day. Although your wording was sometimes tricky, I could still make out what you were feeling. More recently, you weren't afraid to speak to me about what was on your mind. Or at least I'd hope you weren't afraid to because I'd always be there to listen. You believed in me, didn't you? I would assume this is true since you're always at my window; just like a cat who always came back to its master.

We talked often, didn't we? The happy times, the sad times, the little things, the important things; we conversed about everything. In a short amount of time, we became closer than average friends…but it didn't mean we were one-hundred percent happy all the time. There were doubts that lingered in our minds and hesitance in the air, but none of that had stopped us before. There were moments when we needed time to ourselves and think things through. Neither of us liked to make rash decisions, after all.

Time continued to go on and the more time I spent with you, the more I was able to show you my real self; not the outer character I played, not the mask I usually hid behind, no façade. But, that came with a price, you could say. The further I became comfortable with you, the more susceptible it was for my heart to experience discomfort. Not because of you, but because the layer of ice was not as thick as it once was. It was the thought of losing you, whether it be to someone else, to Mother Nature, or the cold hard fact that you might've not taken an interest to me anymore. It hurt, but I hid it…maybe a little too well.

"If I could make an outer character like you, maybe things would be easier," you pondered.

You would think it would make things easier, but that was not true in the slightest. Sure, there were certain times when putting on a poker face was convenient, but in all honesty, it just instigated so much more hurt than needed. It caused me to bottle up everything inside and in the end I forgot who I was. I forgot what it felt like to experience happiness, to feel sorrow, and more importantly, I forgot what it was like to laugh.

We both had our issues, didn't we? But the longer we spent together, I noticed that we slowly started to change. Not our personalities, but the way we looked upon life. We were happier, or at least, I was happier. I hoped you were too. The little changes, I saw them. I smiled more, even though the feeling was foreign to me. You had less relapses to the time you were trapped in your mind, the days you were doing dirty work for Easter.

We made it through, Ikuto. We really did it. You helped me out along the way and hopefully I aided you in something.

For now, this is all I have to say to you. Whenever I have something on my mind, I'll write it here in these letters. Bye Ikuto, until next time.

~Amu Hinamori"

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The pink haired girl placed her pen back in the cup holder it came in. She had just finished writing a letter to a person she held dear. Folding up the paper into thirds she enclosed it in an envelope. She effortlessly wrote the name Ikuto Tsukiyomi on the front and sealed it away in a box with her Humpty lock and Dumpty key. The letters were not shown, but never forgotten. These were her letters unsent.

Meilin: So how did you like it? Not good, okay, you enjoyed it? Let me know :)
I already have the second chapter written up, so if you'd like me to continue just say the word and I can upload it in about a week or so.

Until next time, my lovely readers~