IMPORTANT NOTICE! IF YOU'VE BEEN WITH ME FROM THE BEGINNING, PLEASE KNOW THAT THIS CHAPTER ONE IS REDONE! Disclaimer: Cooky does not own Shugo Chara.
Enjoy!
(Amu's POV)
I sit at the cafe with my two girls. The two were so excitedly blabbering on about who knows what. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a negligent parent. Quite the opposite. Maybe I pay too much attention. Is this what they call nosy? Who cares. I look towards a ring, no, the ring that rested on my ring finger, mocking me every single FUCKING day.
"Mama, all the girls at school are talking about him!" my daughter, Dia, exclaims. I nod, paying more attention to the way she says the words rather than the words. That stupid ear piercing, over-excited tone... Whatever happened to the calm Dia who never wore her hair down and would never wear such short shorts (which I do not approve of)? It's all that damned man's fault.
"Who?" I ask nonchalantly, taking a sip of my coffee and eyeing those terribly un-modest shorts of her's with distaste (I mean, why make shorts where the pockets are longer than the pants themselves?).
"Him!" Su says, no, screams. I can hear the empty space after her sentence which was usually filled with the polite "-desu." She whips out a newspaper (wait, they still make those in the 21st century?) and Dia points to an obnoxiously large picture at the center of the page. I put my hand over my mouth to prevent the coffee from spewing out of my mouth and onto the teens. My body temperature rises to an unbelievable temperature.
"IKUTO!"
"Mama, you know him?" Dia asks while I try (and fail) to hide from stares that people threw at me after my outburst.
"U-um, just an old high school friend! Hehe." I fan myself, avoiding the loud and clear message yeah right that my daughters sent me through their gaze. Their curious expressions twist to a more devious kind. At times like this I really miss when they were more polite and didn't interrogate me for every little suspicious thing I did.
"Just a friend?" Dia asks, leaning over the table to get closer to my face. Su does the same.
"What dark secrets is Mama hiding?" They both giggle (or maybe chuckle) as I lean on my chair to get farther away from them.
"Y-yes. Just a friend." I take a quick look at their devilish grins before returning my gaze towards the road next to us. "Speaking of which, where are your friends?"
"Here, kusukusukusu."
Thank. Fucking. God.
My daughters and I turn towards the street to see two, smiling girls jogging towards us. The purple-haired girl, Temari, bows slightly.
"Sorry we are late, ma'am. My brother and I were having a little disagreement."
"Little? You pulled out your naginata, kusukusukusu."
"Kusukusu-chan, what did we say about keeping secrets?"
I can practically see the threatening aura around Temari's "sweet" smile. It looks like it came straight out of an anime (or should I say cartoon because this is Japan?) with purple spirits and everything! Judging by KusuKusu's frantic attempt to apologize, I wasn't the only one. Either that or we're both insane.
"Ah, s-sorry, Temari-oneechan!" The blond bows endless times, but Temari's wrath was not soothed. Those spirit-things practically strangles KusuKusu while Temari acts like nothing's happening.
...
...
...Is it really okay for my kids to hang around Temari?
"No problem, Temari," I say, attention still focused on her half-dead sister. "Just, please don't pull out your naginata while my kids are over... or else." Temari nods, slightly frightened by my threat. She probably doesn't know that 'or else' means I'm just going to tell on her like a little brat (but it's not like I'm going to correct her).
"No problem, Hotori-san!" Temari bows again. She, Su, and Dia walk towards the Fujisaki household, the hopefully just unconscious KusuKusu being dragged by one of Temari's apparitions. I wave goodbye to them until I can no longer see their figures.
"It's soon going to be Hinamori-san."