Memory-chan: Hello readers, people, strangers, students, classmates, teachers, pedophiles, stalkers, whoever is reading this. This is Memory-chan publishing our first chapter of Come Back to Me. I hope you guys will like this. Wing-chan would post the next chapter soon so we hope you guys would like this. :) Hope you had a great holiday. Here it is!

Wing-chan: Hi, I'm editing this chapter! I just had to say hi in the intro. Let's get to Memory-chan's writing now!

Thirteen Years Earlier

The sun was shining brightly in the clear crystal blue sky, the leaves softly dancing along with the wind. Birds of all types were fighting against the invisible winds, their lovely melody bringing peace to the people of the city. The white puffy clouds were no longer in sight, but only scattered up above. Giggling and laughing is heard down below, indicating that today is just another day with happiness and peace.

"Amu-chan! Wait up!" cried a six year old boy with dark royal blue hair and mysterious blue eyes cried, trying to catch his breath. "I had no idea you can run so fast!"

"Oh, don't be such a spoil sport Ikuto-kun!" retorted a five year old girl with cotton candy pink hair and golden yellow eyes, giggling at her best friend. "We're almost there anyways, and then we can stop."

"Not unless I beat you," Ikuto snickered, racing past her. Amu stood there, speechless for one second, before his words began to sink into her mind. Her face changed from cluelessness to determination and anger.

"IKUTO YOU BIG MEANIE! COME BACK HERE!" she yelled as she chased after him, laughing and tripping over the slippery wet grass. "And you were the one telling me to slow down a minute ago!" Ikuto just laughed at her as he extended his hand.

"Let's run together," he suggested, smiling. Amu looked at him, shocked. No one had ever reached out to her, let alone, wanted her to run with them. Her lips slowly formed into a smile as she put her hand in his, squeezing his hand tightly. Ikuto smiled as both of them ran through the field, laughing. In about a minute, they stopped, panting heavily. Before they realized it, they collapsed on the ground, laughing.

"I've never ran that fast in my life!" Amu said, smiling at the Ikuto, "I needed to do that." Her friend smiled as they got up, "This is the place I wanted to show you Ikuto; the place Otou-san showed me."

"It's wonderful," Ikuto breathed.

They were at a lake, the water glistening in the spring sun. There was a bridge ahead that led to the other side of town, the only rift between the towns. The whole place was a perfect scene for a movie; it was all calm and peaceful that anyone would be able to drift off and admire the scenery. Ikuto let go of Amu's hand and took off his backpack and reached inside and pulled out a stuffed pink panda bear. Amu gasped at the bear and Ikuto smiled.

"He's for you, Amu-chan," he said. Amu slowly reached out as Ikuto handed it to her. He already knew about the death of her father and how she lost all her possessions that were memories of him. He wanted to do something for her, and made a panda bear, hoping to see her smile. Ikuto looked at her and watched Amu smile brightly as she hugged the bear to her chest, giggling.

"Thank you, Ikuto-kun," she replied, "But what about you? I hope I didn't burden you," she began, but Ikuto cut her off as he pulled out a panda bear identical to hers, but his was blue.

"I have one right here," he said, "So that way, you can always remember me and your father whenever you feel sad."

Amu could feel the tears falling as she smiled weakly and hugged him, "Thank you," she whispered. Ikuto wrapped his arms around her and was happy to be able to see her smile.

"You're welcome," he said as she let go, wiping them away.

"Ikuto-kun, will you always be my friend?" she asked. Ikuto was caught off guard and nodded, determined to make her happy. He wanted to prove it to her as he stuck out his pinky. Amu looked confused and asked, "What's that for?"

"It's a pinky promise," he explained, "My mother told me that if you want to keep a promise, you are supposed to link your little finger."

"Like this?" she asked, putting her little finger next to his. Both of them slowly linked their pinkies, and he smiled.

"I'll be your friend forever," he said, "Forever and ever."

Seventeen year old Hinamori Amu sighed in exhaustion as she ran a hair through her hot pink hair and her golden eyes reflected on the water beneath her. She looked at the pond in front of her and leaned back against the tree trunk, closing her eyes and drifting off into space.

She has always been drawn to that pond ever since she was a child. Her father had shown her the place when she was still a child. This place was the only place her father had shared with her in secret and whenever Amu would go to the pond, she would feel her father's presence hovering above her. She would always go there whenever something was on her mind or if she felt moody or upset. The place always calmed her down and it seemed to be the only thing in reality her father had left behind before he died.

But when Amu was still a child, she came to this place with her best friend. They were best friends for as long as she can remember, but he moved to Osaka the day after she had shown him the lake. She would never forget the promise the two of them made thirteen years ago at that very spot. Amu missed him terribly, and that was the last time she ever saw him. A tear threatened to fall from her eyes as Amu quickly wiped it away and opened her eyes.

Amu found her hands roaming around her backpack as she pulled out a cotton candy panda bear. She smiled as she hugged it to her chest. That bear was the only memory she had left of him; it was always a reminder that he did exist and he's out there somewhere. He's on her mind a lot and she would wonder what he's doing right now.

Amu got up and held the bear as she looked at the lake again. The wind blew softly as the leaves rustled and landed softly on the ground. Amu looked at her bear and another tear fell from her eyes. She wiped it away as she gently placed the bear back in her bag and glanced at her wristwatch. "I'm gonna be late," she muttered as she grabbed her skateboard and ran out of the area.

Amu would always go to the lake before school started. She always wanted to clear her mind and just lost herself in her own world and everyday, and if she missed a visit in the morning, she would go there after school, or in the evening. The lake wasn't too far from her house, and she can easily go there within walking distance.

The lake was Amu's safe haven. Whenever she needed to escape from reality, you would find Amu already there, staring at the lake. Every free moment she gets, she would always go to the lake. She loved going there, and at one point in the day, you would find her there. She was always drawn to that place, and it brought back so many memories that Amu knew that the lake was a reminder of her father and her best friend.

She finally arrived at the school and carried her skateboard in her hand. Amu walked down the halls as the bell rang. I made it just in time; she let out a sigh of relief as she walked down the stairs. As she turned a corner, her shoulder collided with someone else's as she stumbled backwards but regained her balance before she broke her skull on the railing.

"I'm so sorry," she said as she looked at the person in front of her. Her breath caught in her throat as her heart beaded rapidly in her chest.

He was about a head taller than her, and at five feet and six inches, you can't help but feel like a midget compared to him. He had pitch black hair but as you look closer, you can see his hair is actually really dark blue. His midnight blue eyes seemed lifeless and cold as he glared at Amu. "Watch where you're going next time," he said as he walked past her.

Amu watched his retreating back and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm sorry," she retorted as she shook an angry fist at him. The late bell rang as she quickly ran into her classroom and took her seat in the back. Her pulse became steady again as she breathed in and out.

Slow down girl, she thought to herself, breathe in, and breathe out. You know the doctor told you to control your anxiety and anger when your heart beats fast. Amu sighed as she pulled out her textbook and listened to her teacher drone on about World War I and II.

School was always easy for Amu. She was the top student in her grade and earned straight A pluses every semester when her report card was mailed to her. It was obvious that she would graduate as valedictorian and she even skipped ninth grade and went straight to tenth. She should be in ninth grade, but she skipped it and went straight to high school. It didn't harm her that much that she skipped a grade, but it didn't matter that much because in the beginning of the year, the teachers gave her an overview of what happened last year. Now, in eleventh grade, school is easy as pie.

"Okay class," her teacher said as he whacked his hockey stick on a sleeping student's desk. The student quickly wiped the drool off his chin and the teacher rolled his eyes. "We have a new student transferring in our class today. A reminder to all of you please be friendly to him; the kid went through a lot and deserves some space."

The class answered a boring 'yes' as the teacher rolled his eyes again. He sat on his desk and called the student in. As the transferred student walked inside, all the girls in the class squealed in delight as the guys rolled their eyes; they've got some competition to deal with. Everyone had mixed emotions, but a specific hot pink haired girl seemed oblivious to the fact she was gaping at the student.

It was the same kid who bumped into her earlier. The guy who didn't bother to apologize after he bumped into her in the hallways. The guy who smirked at her a moment ago and knew right away who she was. The guy who winked at her and received various glares from the female species in the classroom.

"Class, this is Ikuto Tsukiyomi. Why don't you introduce yourself?" He asked as he nudged his student with his hockey stick. The kid Ikuto sighed in defeat and shoved his hands in his pockets. Obviously, he wasn't psyched to be in that position or to introduce himself to a bunch of strangers.

"Ikuto Tsukiyomi; age seventeen. Moved from Osaka, Japan. Currently lives with his mother and has a clean criminal record." Ikuto sighed. It was weird that he talked about himself in third person, but whatever. This guy didn't give a damn that he was pissed to face a new school and settle in a whole different area that brought back bad memories.

The girls swooned and the guys decided to think of their new classmate as a 'disturbance in their love life' and 'a new competition'. Ikuto rolled his eyes as waited for the teacher to get the fact that he was already done introducing himself.

"Alright then," he sighed, "It looks like the only available seat is right next to Hinamori-san. Hinamori-san, please raise your hand so Tsukiyomi-san knows who you are."

The female species glared at Amu and Amu was completely oblivious to the death glares she received. If looks could kill, she'd be in pieces by now.

Amu slowly raised her hand and Ikuto smirked at her. Amu's eyes twitched as her angry vein began to throb violently. She already hated his guts and she can already tell that dude was a womanizer by the way he smiled and flirted with a few girls on his way to the back. He sat beside her and smirked. "Well, isn't it the girl who bumped into me earlier?"

Amu glared at him. "Isn't it the dunderhead that didn't bother to show proper manners after colliding with an innocent girl?" She retaliated.

"Hinamori-san, do you mind if you can show Tsukyomi-san around?" Their teacher asked. Amu bit her tongue from protesting and slowly nodded her head and received death glares from the female species. She looked back at Ikuto and glared at him.

School was a safe haven for Amu. But with Ikuto around, boy, her life became a living hell.

Memory-chan: Good? Bad? Oh, and if you are confused why Amu forgot Ikuto's name, wouldn't you forget the name of the kid that moved in your pre-k class in a 13 year time period? Yeah, I thought so.

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