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I already planned out the end for this story. I'm proud of finally planning the end of this story. I just didn't plan out the middle… and the beginning. Please enjoy.
Summary: Since she was six, Amu, the new foreign exchange student, had never touched an instrument or sang. Somehow during her new enrollment party the students held, she sang her heart out, and the video made the top on the net. Trying to forget about it, she meets the infamous blue haired singer who offers her a job as his duet partner.
"Hinamori Amu, I presume?" The man asked. "I would like to talk to you."
They were in the park. The man wore a dark blue scarf around his neck and mouth, aviator sunglasses, a black beanie, a big, black coat, ripped, dark jeans, and blue VAN's.
"And you are?" The pink haired girl put on her façade. The shoulder length haired teenager wore a white, elbow length, and button up shirt that at the end of both sleeves was a pattern of blue plaid; a blue tie; a black skirt; a blue plaid belt; blue, thigh high socks; white sneakers; and two blue x's in her hair at both sides of her face. Her bangs were still in front of her forehead.
"Tsukiyomi Ikuto," He tilted his glasses a bit forward, showing his mesmerizing, azure eyes. "May we talk?"
Fortunately, the park was practically empty excluding the two.
"Make it short," She replied.
"How much time do you have?" He rolled his eyes.
"I might regret this…" Ikuto thought.
"A minute, that's all I'm giving you," Her honey golden orbs glared daggers into him, not effecting him.
"How much of a brat can this girl be?" He groaned, returning Amu's glare.
"Well?" Amu raised a brow in irritation.
"…I want you to become my singing partner," He said reluctantly, dragging the words.
"You don't really seem like you want that," The pinkette folded her arms.
"Do you want it or not?" Ikuto stuck his hands in his pockets.
"I'm leaving," She walked away, heading for her school.
"This was such a waste of time," The famous singer whispered, walking to his car.
Back at Easter Records
Tsukiyomi Ikuto slammed the door to the office open, walking to his couch and lying on it. He took off the overcoat, glasses, and beanie, revealing his navy blue t-shirt and his luscious, silky hair.
"Where's Himamori-chan?" A messy, brown haired manager peered behind his laptop at Ikuto.
"That spoiled brat denied," The blue haired client answered.
"Why is that? I even sent you to get her. I thought every female would have accepted the offer without hesitation… Wait, what did you do?" Nikaidou Yuu glared at the boy.
"Don't go blaming random people. I did nothing," He placed his hands behind his head.
"You go back to her and ask her politely this time," The hazel eyed man ordered.
"Why should I? She's just going to deny it anyway," The musician scoffed.
"If you don't get her to say yes by the time the sun rises tomorrow, I will pack your schedule for an entire month until the only free time you have is driving to another appointment," Nikaidou kicked him out of the office.
After School
"What am I worrying about? He wouldn't be here," Amu stepped away from her hiding spot, a tree. She decided to buy an ice cream.
"Chocolate please," She gave him the money, earning a chocolate ice cream cone and change. She stuffed the change in her bag and was about to begin eating, but she heard a child's cry. It was a small brunette with a pink dress.
"Mommy, please can I have a chocolate ice cream?" She tugged onto her mother's skirt.
"You can have mine," Amu knelt down, offering the ice cream.
"Yay~!" The child smiled, taking the ice cream.
"What do you say?" The mother said to her child.
"Thank you, Miss," She smiled really big.
"It's okay. I wasn't really hungry anyway," Amu waved at the two as they walked away.
"That was awfully kind of you," A deep husky voice breathed against her ear.
"Ahhhhh!" She stepped forward and covered her ear, earning a chuckle from the source. She turned to see who it was and saw the man who she was so worried about meeting.
"W-W-W-W-What a-a-are y-y-you d-d-doing here?" She was pink with embarrassment.
"To ask politely this time," He smirked, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it yet again. "Please become my singing partner."
She became a deep shade of red.
"I-I-I have t-to go," She wretched her hand away from his, running away and heading home.
Ikuto dialed someone's number as he walked to his motorcycle.
"Hello?" Nikaidou answered on the other end.
"I'll make her accept by the end of this day," He hung up the phone as he sat on the motorcycle.
Amu's POV
"I'm ho-" I stopped myself as I heard laughter and talking in the kitchen. I walked towards the room and found my mother and… that man.
"W-WHAT IS H-HE DOING HERE?" Amu yelled, pointing at him.
"Amu, learn your manners. He came here to offer you a singing duet with him. How about it? I would be happy if you would take this," Her mother said. Both she and Ikuto were sitting down at the dining table.
"Would you be extremely happy, Mother?" Amu asked her, staring intently at her.
"Of course, I would be," She smiled.
"I will accept it then," Her daughter answered apathetically.
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