First thing is first, I do not own Shugo Chara.

My story will probably start off slow, but I promise it will pick up and get spicy.

Now that is out of the way...

Let's bring everyone up to date so you won't be lost.

So in the anime, I felt the ending was, well, extremely disappointing.

Spoiler Alert by the way,

Ikuto leaves for like a year to look for his dad, then comes back for a single day to tell Amu and Tadase that he's leaving again to go on tour with a orchestra, and then the last ep in the anime everyone but Yaya was graduating from junior high and going to high school.

Now, I do believe it's time for us to hop on the feels train and get this party started!

I could feel the skin of my bare shoulders protest as I rested against our bathroom wall, soaking wet hair falling down around my face as my head dropped forward in a sigh of confusion.

Towel clenched in left hand, I stood there unmoving; water droplets sliding down the tips of my layered pink tresses only to bounce off the floor. Joining together in a small puddle around my feet.

I'm not sure how long I had been standing like that, and to be honest, I really didn't care. After today, I just needed some time to think.

"What was that all about..."

It's been so long since I've seen him, Tsukiyomi Ikuto, I can't even recall how many years it's been since his departure and yet, today in the park I...

"Ugh!" I shook my head, the haze of thoughts clearing as I started to pat dry my hair finally.

Back in the comfort of my room, I stood by the glass door leading to the balcony, gazing out at the falling snow while I sipped on my bottle of milk with an absent mind.

The snow looked so peaceful, cascading down from the heavens in a elegant dance of sparkling crystals.

There was already a fair amount of snow blanketing the surface of anything it touched, radiant colors from the street lamps and flooding light from homes set a gradient tone that was truly indescribable.

The sight was beautiful, and possibly any other night I would have stood here enjoying every second, though, I couldn't seem to shake the feeling inside my stomach.

You would think with graduation this spring, Christmas in less then a week, I would be a little more excited, but the current string of events have left me, feeling empty.

I turned my head so I could take a quick glance over my shoulder, gazing in the direction of my eggs. Ran, Miki, Su and Dia were sleeping sounding; they must have had a tiresome day today.

They spent the whole afternoon with Kiseki and the others doing, well, I'm not sure what those guys were getting into but it seems to have taken quite the toll on them.

That's right... they weren't with me today in the park when it happened. Maybe it's for the best, I don't think I could have explained to them why I was crying even if I tried. I'm not even sure myself what caused it.

I set the empty bottle down then made my way over to the bed, easing my body onto the edge before staring down at my hands as they balled into loose fists. Corner of my eyesight catching a glimpse of a shoe box sitting beside my closet.

My eyes shifted to the overflowing box filled with letters that I haven't even looked at in months, everything he had sent. Letters from... Ikuto.

I could never read the same note twice, even during the first read through I would experience this weird longing that would cause me to be depressed for the rest of the day.

It made me feel, homesick in a way. I'm not sure, it's strange, somehow his letters made me miss him more then I should. I hated that I couldn't understand this feeling.

The feeling of missing something.

Missing someone.

More importantly, missing him.

It didn't start until recently, earlier this year when everything seemed to kind of, spiral out of control. I don't know, maybe I was mature enough now to understand the heart better, to understand the bonds that hold people together better then I had before?

Am I even making any sense?

Gah, I was even confusing myself!

I slipped down from the bed, softly landing on my knees as my fingertips brushed against the edge of the shoe box, tugging it towards my body where I could reach it better.

I sat there staring at the contents inside, holding my breath as my vision started to flicker and blur; tears forming uncontrollably from nowhere. As the first tear splashed against my hand, my head dropped and it all came tumbling down.

For the second time tonight, I wept.

I wept, for him...

I'm a little bit sad the first chapter is done already. Feels like I just started writing it.

So what do you think?

Second chapter, hmmm?

You know you want to know what happened in the park.~

Send me your feedback and let me know what you think

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