Dare Me To Dream

Shugo Chara

Hence my name here, DareMeToDream, and the title of this story you can guess what I'm trying to convey in the summary below.

Also, I do not own Shugo Chara.

Amu, an ordinary girl with no special talent just trying to fit in. Ikuto, a boy with an extraordinary gift wanting to break out. One trying to belong and the other striving to break away, can these two find their true selves within one another?

Chapter One

His Beginning

Ikuto stood outside the doors of Seiyo High's academy, a private co-ed school for the gifted. The school itself was known as the "place for young geniuses" and to belong to such a school you had to possess some sort of talent or certain amount of intelligence.

The young violinist leaned against the brick wall that had surrounded the campus grounds, staring up at the building he knew as his own personal hell. He'd be damned to call himself among one of the "gifted" students that walked the halls, having known being found extra ordinary often brought up cockiness.

In fact, Ikuto hardly ever called himself gifted by any means. Of course there were times that he loved the way his violin sounded once he began playing, a great melody developing through the bow and his finger tips. It was his passion in life to play his beloved instrument, and sometimes he felt that was the only reason he belonged to the school of the gifted. Ikuto wasn't particularly very good at anything else and being set to study in a place of fine arts and education seemed to be the only ticket of surviving the cruelties of reality.

Now, even as his violin was safely secured within its leather case beside him, he could still hear the notes flood through his head like a record. He knew of only one way to survive in this world, but he often thought of another reality; what would he do without such a thing in his life?

Ikuto never seemed to be in doubt when his friend appeared though. Junior at the school, Kukai Souma was the only student Ikuto found worth spending time with. Kukai himself was one like Ikuto, who was never a great student before or even seemed to obtain such an honor to be set in the likes of Seiyo High. It wasn't even until his last year of middle school that a coach from Seiyo had been visiting and happened to cross paths with the bronze haired kid. He must have seen some potential in him, for Kukai had been attending Seiyo High since his freshman year.

So now the two older teens stood before the legendary structure; Ikuto pondering beside the great gate and Kukai busy bumping the soccer ball between his thighs. They both went to a school neither felt they belonged, but it was the only school they actually had a chance of making it to the real world. They both knew that, although Kukai seemed much merrier, seeing as he had this year and next to figure out what he was going to do. Ikuto simply had his last chance now.

Kukai peered at his thoughtful friend, before setting the soccer ball on the ground. "Hey, Ikuto. Heads up!" Kukai called, before taking a few steps back and charging at the ball. The sphere came hurling against the fresh pavement at the midnight blue haired teen, who on reflex simply moved out of the balls way, quickly shifting to another side. The soccer ball hit the brick wall and flew across the main street before dislodging itself under a car. Kukai sighed, crossing his arms.

"You have to work on your soccer skills, man. How do you ever expect to win the game if you keep throwing the prize away?" He asked, as Ikuto simply sighed in response. He didn't feel like talking today.

Kukai quickly jogged across the street to obtain the ball, before kicking it back to the building. The ball hit the brick wall with a loud smack, before it stopped. Ikuto guessed if that were the goal, Kukai would have made it in. His friend ran back to his side, picking up the soccer ball, and spinning it in his hands.

"Another year at Seiyo High." Kukai sighed, content. It seemed the bronze haired teen found some sort in comfort in this fact, but Ikuto hardly found a statement like this good news. He didn't want to be back within the walls of this school, and though he knew he should have been more grateful, he wasn't. He turned to Kukai.

"Another crappy thing to be looking forward to," Ikuto added, causing his friend to laugh. It wasn't clear if Ikuto was joking or not, but he didn't seem to mind when his friend blew up in hysterics.

"Ah, lighten up Ikuto! Hasn't there been any music you've wanted to work on?" Kukai continued twirling the ball between both hands, the pads of his fingers guiding them into a steady circle. "There's this one move I've wanted to try out, but there wasn't a field big enough to practice on; or any players good enough to stand up to it." He grinned, much like he always did, before taking in another deep, brisk breath. Ikuto retorted in silence.

Though he didn't want to admit it, Ikuto knew nothing would be the same after this year. He hadn't discussed his upcoming plans with anyone, not even with Kukai, but he knew that soon enough he would set off to the leave the school of the gifted and travel the world in order to pursue his music. No date had been set yet, but Ikuto was sure he'd know when that opportunity would strike him. The chance just had to hit him, like everything else in life.

The school had a giant ticking clock at the center tower, and with that was the old chime that would signal their last chance of freedom. Ikuto took note in the bell's obnoxious ringing, but did not make a motion of attending. Kukai, who placed his black school bag and soccer bag over his shoulder, turned back to his friend.

"Ikuto, c'mon man. It's the first day," he stated, rocking the ball back and forth between his hands anxiously. He knew that Ikuto had a tendency to skip, a trait that could very well end up with his expulsion from the school. He didn't want his buddy to start off senior year with absence.

Instead of listening to Kukai's words, Ikuto straightened himself off the wall and placed his violin case across his back. Turning, he left the grounds of Seiyo High without a glance back.

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