Please bear with me, it's my first fanfiction.
It's going to get less dramatic once Mr. Sexypants comes in, don't worry.
And the chapters are probably going to be much longer. I'm sorry.. ?
Also, it'll get more mature, I mean, it's Ikuto, of course something perverse is going to happen. So, perverts, it's okay. It's coming.
R&R? c:
From the pinkette's balcony, you could see everything. The night sky, endless, and mysterious, dark, but full of light. The street below with the blowing leaves and aligned trees. But, enough of all that happy descriptive blabber, we all know why this is being pointed out. Just as Amu Hinamori, a flawless teenager with bubble-gum pink hair could see everything from her balcony, people outside of her balcony could see everything inside the youth's spacious room.
Groaning as the sunlight entered her windows, and obnoxious chatter from her father was heard from downstairs, Amu Hinamori awoke from her sweet, summer slumber. She yawned, sitting up slowly as she stretched her pale, slender arms out past her. She looked over at her calendar, and sighed, frowning. Today was the day that marked that he had been gone for three years now.
"Amu-chan? Amuuu-chaaaan?" she heard from outside her door, sighing. It was her mother, probably wanting to come in her room and vacuum it.
'Great.' Amu thought, getting up, stumbling to her door. 'More noise. It's the freakin' summer, gimme some damn peace and quiet sometimes.'
"Yes, mother?" She asked, slight irritation in her voice.
"We're having guests over today, so, either clean up, or go out." Her mother responded, sounding rushed.
Amu sighed, again. 'Guests? Why? My parents are dorks…how do they have friends?" She scoffed, opening her door.
"I'll just go out, I guess. I need fresh air." Amu shortly responded to her mother, who nodded, smiling, and walked back down the wooden stairs. She walked over to her closet, sliding it open to reveal an abundance of clothing. Lazily, she picked out a pastel yellow tank top, with a slight ruffle at the top and tight jean shorts. The teen walked to the restroom across the hall, and closed the door, stripping down her sleep-clothes, replacing them with her clothes of the day.
Sighing, once again, she looked in the mirror. Amu Hinamori was absolutely stunning, with her unique hair colour and golden orbs anyone could get lost in. She had the most perfect figure, with smooth, slender long legs, thin, slightly muscular arms, a toned stomach, and breasts the most perfect size, ones which cause men to stare, which displeased Amu. Though she knew she wasn't unattractive, she was uncomfortable with the stares given to her. She's longed for the deep blue pools she so dearly missed to connect with her, and see how much she's grown, and matured. Amu Hinamori wanted to impress the man she missed so dearly. She longed for his naughty comments, for his breathtaking smile, for the smirk that's always plastered to his face. She was slowly starting to feel nothing anymore. She lost almost all contact with her dear friends, all because of the man who made her heart melt whenever she saw him, for his breathtaking features were one to make you already fall in love with him at the first sight.
Quickly, she pinned her shoulder-length hair in two low-pigtails, and pinned her bangs back with a white x-clip, and left the restroom, going back to her room.
She sat back down on her unmade bed, and looked out her window to her balcony. Suddenly, a flash of memories of her and the man she loved flew by in her mind, and she gasped slightly. She then looked away from the memory-filled balcony, and wiped fresh tears from her eyes. This happened all the time.
It was extremely difficult for the pinkette to forget about the cat-like boy. She wanted to forget, she wanted to feel somewhat happy again. For all she knew, Ikuto Tsukiyomi, the man that robbed her dreams, the man she loved so dearly, was never going to come back.
After a small session of tears and sniffles, Amu stood up, and grabbed her pink cell phone from her bedside table, flipping it open. No calls. No messages. Nothing. Just like every other day.
"He's never coming back for me.. He's never going to set foot on my balcony ever again... he's gone." She sniffed, wiping her remaining tears, and left out the door to go downstairs.
Unknown to Amu herself, she was wrong.
The muscular, slender, midnight-haired man jumped off the balcony, and smirked, thinking of his princess, and what exactly he was going to do, what he was going to do to capture her once again, and hold her in his arms.