"Amu, you should always stay by my side." The familiar blue haired male said. "I just don't want you to leave me."

I backed up, my hands slowly moved to my face. "I-I… I don't know what to say."

His fingers moved to my lips as he slowly bent over and brought our lips so that they were touching, only if it was a slight touch.

"Just tell me that you'll be mine." he whispered softly before closing the distance between us.

I jerked myself awake. God damn… These dreams were really starting to get familiar and I wasn't aware as to how and stop them. Actually, I didn't even know who that male was. He just appeared in my dreams, almost as if he never had anything better to do with his life besides creep inside of my silly dreams. I paused, a headache was slowly forming from the sudden movement of waking up. Perhaps sleeping it off would help. That's what they always told you to do in those magazines, right? I closed my eyes, not looking at the time. Not even thinking about the time.

There was a small creaking noise, but I ignored it. There were always creaks in this old god damned house. It wasn't anything new. So, I just figured my mother was getting up and waking Ami. Perhaps they'd leave me be for the time being.

Nope. That didn't work out to well. My little sister was jumping on my side, screaming for me to get up. Her silly mistakes when saying words made me angry. Of course, the jumping on the sides only caused me more pain in the world known as migraines. I pushed her off of my bed, not caring when a little owie came out of her small mouth. Why can't they just let me be for a few fucking minutes? It's not like I'm the only one in this house that needed to be waken. I'm sure dad would have to be forced up as well.

My mother called for me as I slowly got up. Her soft voice filled the room. It made my head hurt worse. Her stupid soft voice was almost unnatural and unholy to me. "Amu. Dear. You need to get up. If you don't, you might end up being late for school We don't want that to happen. Not on the first day of school. Besides, I'm sure you'll make friends at this school. You will have plenty of friends to share memories with. This is the one. This school will be the one where you make more than enough friends to last you a life time."

I sighed at this though. My voice was still hazy from sleep and my eyes were slightly glazed over, but I knew this wasn't true. I knew this was all a lie. I called back to her softly with a small, "Yeah right."

I hurried to get dressed, pushing the ever so hyper Ami out of my room. This school outfit sucked ass. The skirt was a terrible shade of red and the top was just horrible. I'd have to put my own personal touch to it. Not like there was any real rule about this. Not like I haven't done this in my other schools. Not like I haven't once been kicked out of school for not listening. Not like I have any friends….

Friends.

That word that only sounded so awkward in my ears. The word that I wish I could know better but knew I never could. It was a terrible word. An unholy word that I could never know.

By now my brain was aching like crazy. Stupid fucking Ami. She just had to make it worse. I noted my mom cooking breakfast and Ami sitting there, cheering for the oncoming food. Great. I knew I would have to find the medicine though. If I didn't, then I would be screwed all day. I looked through the cupboards. No luck. I looked in the bathroom. Still nothing. Finally, I did what I didn't want to. Something that was my last resort. I asked my mother.

"Hey, Mom?"

She answered with a slight moan of not wanting to actually answer. "Do we have anything for a migraine?"

She shook her head and returned to fixing up the food. I sighed. "Fuck…"

She snapped her head at me. "Amu! Watch your tongue."

I flicked her off as a final answer and walked out the door. If I had to have a headache all day, I did not want her making my day worse than what it already had to be. Of course, any day in school would be a horrible day. And, it just had to be a Saturday. Damn it. Why did school have to be six days a week? Why couldn't things be more like, I don't know, one day a week. Or preferably never. I watched my surroundings ever so slightly. The people with such solemn looks on their faces. It was so depressing. Each adult with no life. Each adult that spent all their days working. It was obvious. It was written on their faces. None of them could understand what it meant to be depressed or how to have fun. Work was all that they knew at this point.

Each person had their own identity. There was the occasional rocker. Or the always working man. I just scoped my surroundings. That's when it hit me. A face of being content. A tall male with the blue hair and… he looked exactly like the person from my dreams. The person that was always there. It was hard to read him. I couldn't even tell his age. He was tall enough where I wasn't sure if he was even a teenager. Of course, I couldn't tell by his face and look. He was obviously wearing a school uniform for it was so nicely made yet so lazy. Like there was nothing worth working on.

I found that I had stopped walking and that I was just staring at his as he walked on by. "Why? Why can't I regain myself?"

He heard my voice and looked over. I could feel my face turn red. The heat rushing up to my face. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. A slight smile appeared on his face. Almost as if he knew me from before. He was so beautiful. I just couldn't bring myself to look away. That sad look that sat on his face even if he smiled. It was just so nice. Almost as if he knew the pain that I did.

But then I realized that he wasn't even looking at me. The heat increasing. He was looking behind me to someone who was probably his age. This other tall male looked down at me, if only for a moment. He yelled at the other and pointed my look out. "Who is that girl? A stalker?"

The blue haired boy chuckled. His voice was soft enough where I almost couldn't make out as to what he was saying. But it was quite obvious. "I don't know. Perhaps she's some sort of pervert?"

He said this as his eyes lifted and looked over at me, his smile increasing. My face turned redder. I wanted to scream at him. I was going to scream. "I am not a pervert, you perverted cat!"

I could hear his laughter as I stomped off. Perverted cat? What was I, five? No. This wasn't like me. This was just an outside cover. No one could know the real me. Not even my parents. Of course that pervert had caught my attention and I almost flipped shit. This so wasn't like me. I could still hear their laughter. My stomping slowly got faster. And soon it was more of a running then anything. I was running. Running away from the male in my dreams. Running away from reality.

Running away with full force, I could feel the tears coming on. I didn't want to cry. I didn't need to. I just knew the tears were forming. But I could never let them fall. Not in a million years. They were just something I needed to shed so that I could feel my senses once more. This pain. This pain that only I knew to be true. It was terrible. Hideous, like me.

Bu the time I reached school, I was already running late by probably three or four minutes. I sighed heavily. Every student was in the class, but the teacher wasn't. I looked in cautiously. All these people, they looked like preppy people. Not the kind that I would associate with. Then again, I would never associate with anyone that wasn't a loner, like myself. Therefore, I never had friends. It didn't bother me, I mean, it would probably be nice to have friends. Probably. I wouldn't know.

I could feel a presence behind me. A tall person, probably male. I turned around quickly. Of course, I was write. The man stood there smiling, his messy brown hair was fairly long and mostly covered his glasses that hung silently on the bridge of his nose. He opened his mouth to speak. "You much be our new student. Himamori, was it?"

"Hinamore." I said back, emphasizing the Hina part. It's so annoying when people can't pronounce your name. "And yes. I am the new student."

He smile broaden. "Well, if you'll just wait here until I call you in to introduce you. That would be lovely."

I sighed softly and nodded.

He entered the room, all the kids stood for him, a normal entrance. I couldn't hear him outside, but it was clear as to his intention when he held his hand out to the door. I opened it slowly and stepped inside. I could hear whispers start already. Something about how cool I was. Or my hair color. Then I realized why they were staring so much. They were waiting for me to say something. "… Where do I sit?"

Everyone gasped. A normal reaction. My eyes hazed over to a seat before it was pointed out. A window seat. I walked lazily over and set my stuff down, staring out the large and bright window. I could still hear whispers go on even though the stupid teacher who couldn't pronounce my name was talking. I ignored them all. Even the little notes that were set on my desk by the same girl each time because it was just easier that way talking about me. I just stared out the window. Not a care in the world. Or so it would seem. Secretly, I was screaming on the inside for being so lame with that entrance. It slowly became harder for me to ignore the gaining notes on my desk and I looked them over. Opening each slowly and reading.

They all said something among the lines of "Hello, Himamori." Or something close to it.

I wanted to smack these kids. Nothing made me madder than the people who cannot figure out a simple name.

I stood up and slowly walked out of the room. Not caring when the teacher tried to stop me. Not caring while the kids gasped. I walked down the hall and out of the school. It was obvious I'd end up with a detention for this. But I just didn't care. I kept walking. Walking until a found a nice place to rest. A nice place where I could be myself. I climbed the calm tree and pulled out a book. I was reading Shakespear's "Othello." I was already half way through it. It was certainly one of my favorite books. Or, well, plays. I mean, who doesn't love a story about love, deception, death, and even ignorance. It was surely one of the best plays I've managed to read in a while.

I must have been up there for because before I knew it, there were kids in school uniforms everywhere. It didn't stop my reading. But the noise was unbearable. They were so loud. And their conversations were stupid. No one honestly cares about what they did over their weekend or their lunch. They just wanted to know someone was listening. They were already halfway to becoming like the adults of this world.

It wasn't long until they all disappeared and there wasn't any one left. No one to bother me. All by myself. Again. A warm liquid ran down my cheek. My book fell from my hand and I swore lightly as I reached to stop the tears I knew would form if I didn't stop them now. A soft, large hand grabbed my wrist before I could stop my tears though.

"Do you always cry at such silly things, perverted little kid." An extremely warm and scary voice said.

I looked over, surprised to see the blue haired boy from earlier, in my tree. I shot back, forgetting that the tree branch wasn't that big. I started to fall backwards as more tears streamed down.

I was expecting a hard landing, knowing that I would land on the hard ground. And yet, it was fairly soft. I had to be dead. A landing that soft meant that I was dead. But I was too scared to open up my eyes. Too scared to take that chance. I heard laughter. "Yeah. Nice to see you too. Now, open your eyes."

I shook my head.

"Open them or you will regret it."

I continued to decline his offer.

"Then I'll just have to kiss you." There was a melancholic tone to his voice.

My eyes shot open. "Pervert!"

He chuckled warmly. "There, now was that so hard?"

I stuttered across words. Heat running to my face. I looked to the ground and back up. He had gone down the tree faster than me and had himself set where I could hand softly. I was sitting on this tummy. More heat. I looked up at his face and stared slightly. There was no sign of pain. Yet he had to be feeling some. That hard of a fall surely would have caused some. A slight smile covered his face. It was creepy and sad, but so beautiful. His eyes were of a more blue violet. Not something you'd be able to tell from far. And his hair was super messy, probably from the catch.

I hurriedly got off of his and grabbed my stuff before I got up and started to run down the street. That fucker caught me when I was falling. He put his arms around me and I didn't even notice. God damn him.

I stomped into our house and into my room. I threw my bad across the room and changed quickly before throwing myself onto my bed. That boy who pissed me off. What was his problem, anyways? Did he just adore picking on girls like me. Creeping on them until they fall out of the tree they were just resting in, then catching them. Making perverted comments. Making me want to kill. God did he make me so mad.

But he had such a soft expression. It was so sad. Almost as if he was actually feeling like me. Knowing that not even your family loves you. I wonder if he feels the same. I wonder if he knows that his family hates him. But it's none of my business.

A few hours passed before I just happened to fall asleep on my bed. I slept calmly. For once, I didn't dream about that blue haired boy. I didn't dream at all.