Perfect
Chapter 1
There are some things that no one would wish for in life, yet they come anyway. No matter how much we don't want it to happen it still will. But every one of those unwanted things, or events, big or small, shapes the bearer's future. And maybe, just maybe all those happenings will create an ending that's sort of…perfect…
Amu stood in her bedroom by the balcony door, her hands pressed against the glass. She was in her yellow cotton pajamas. Her charas were sound asleep.
She was waiting.
Waiting as she had, so many nights before. Sometimes her parents would enter her room in the morning to find her kneeling on the floor, fast asleep, her hands still on the cold glass of the door. It had been over a month now. She could hardly stand it. When would he come back?
Amu stared unblinkingly into the black, rain drenched night. She looked hard at the full moon. It wasn't always there, but when it was it made the darkness strangely joyful. How much it reminded her of him.
As Amu watched, the off white brightness of the moon flickered, as something fell past it, and landed silently on the balcony. Silhouetted in the moonlight was a figure Amu recognized all too well.
She wrenched open the sliding door and practically lept into his waiting arms.
"Amu." He breathed.
"Ikuto." She said, burying her face in his chest.
For a moment she just stood silently with him, enjoying his arms around her, shielding her from the cold. It had been so long since she'd felt those arms. Then she looked up.
"Easter." She said quietly. "Are they after you again?"
"Hmmph." Amu knew what he meant by that.
Ikuto tightened his grip on Amu, pulling her closer to him. She felt so fragile. Like the smallest thing could harm her beyond repair. He felt he had been leaving her unprotected all this time. Making her so vulnerable. He stared into the city skyline before them.
"Ikuto, I was scared. I didn't know what to think. All of the Guardians…they had no idea." She cried into his shirt, her hands pressed to his back. She felt his tail, stroking her hair. For a while they just stood there, the rain heavily falling around them.
Then suddenly Ikuto collapsed into Amu's arms. He let out a small cry of pain. Amu almost silently gasped.
"You're hurt."
She looked down and saw a wide gash down his leg, all the way from his knee to his ankle. There was blood streaming down his calf. They both would have been standing in a red puddle if the rain hadn't washed it away.
"Yeah really, I hadn't noticed."
Amu ignored that remark.
"We need to get you to a hospital."
"No."
"What? Why?"
Amu couldn't stand to see him hurt. It was as if she had the same gash. She wanted it gone.
"I've tried, Amu, But Easter, They're everywhere. There's no way I can get anywhere I need to go in this city."
She'd done it before and she'd need to do it again. Amu would have to heal and tend to Ikuto in her own home. She remembered that tonight her parents were away for their anniversary, and Ami was staying at a friend's.
"It's okay, nobody's home. You have to get inside."
She opened the door, and helped him limp across her bedroom, leaving a wet pink trail on the carpet in their wake.
Ikuto sat in the bathtub, atop one of Ami's step stools, his injured leg resting atop another. Amu pulled off his boots and socks and placed them on the floor. Ikuto gritted his teeth as she rolled the leg of his pants up, revealing the full wound. It was long and wide, but fortunately not too deep. It was still a ghastly sight. Amu turned the tap, and she could tell that the warm water running over his leg hurt Ikuto. She wet a cloth under the water and pressed it to the gash.
The moment the cloth touched his skin Ikuto screamed in pain. Thin wisps of purple smoke were rising out of the wound: X energy. Amu's eyes began to well up. Not out of sadness, but anger. How could a person with a heart inject so much horror and pain into another human being's life? Let alone their legal son. It was indescribably horrible, witnessing this sort of pain.
Amu put her other hand on the back of Ikuto's shoulder. No matter what, she was there for him. He held onto her shoulder, clenching it hard when she pressed the cloth to his calf. At last the bleeding started to let up. She dabbed cream down the gash. It was still very red, but not bleeding. Ikuto began to relax a bit now that the worst of the pain had subsided. He was no longer gripping Amu's shoulder, but playing with her hair as she worked. It was nice when he wasn't so tense.
"Somebody's enjoying themselves." he said with a smirk. It was as if he weren't hurt, and this were just any other day
Amu realized she had been smiling and blushed wildly, an embarrassed smile on her face.
God I love that blush. he thought.
"Amu."
She looked up.
"I love you."
Her cheeks faded from scarlet to peach, and her expression faded from a smile to a frown. She shook her head.
Why must he do this? She thought. He isn't serious.
"You don't." she said.
Ikuto bit his lip. He had to get her to say it. He had to make her realize. Because if she did say it it would be honest…wouldn't it?