This is my first time writing a fanfic so please go easy on me. I am inexperienced after all. I do not own shugo chara.


I kept on running. I don't know where I'm heading; I don't care where I'm going. Anywhere would be better, somewhere away from here. My eyes were filled with tears, and yet still, I kept on running.

Everything was a blur, I could see flashes of light and I don't even care. As I stumble down the stairs before me, the wind whips my skimpy dress around my legs as the rain pelts my face.

'I was never good enough, never good enough'

By the time I reached the crossing, my elaborate hairstyle is sprayed across my face and over my eyes like some sort of helmet. My dress is soaking wet. I barely look for cars as I dash into the street, determined to get home as quickly as possible.

'Never good enough'

I hear a horn and the squeal of brakes and I twist toward the sound, just in time to see the headlights bearing down on me.

'I want to be… better.'

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I opened my eyes to find myself in my bed. I was panting. And now I'm all covered with sweat. It was just a dream, merely a dream, a stupid dream.

"Amuuuuuuuuuuuu! Get up! It's time for us to leave!" I could hear my mom shriek, she never did change. "Yes mama, I'm up." Oh yeah, today's our departure. I wonder if Shiro's still coming. Shiro. The food was awfully different today. It smelled good, but I never really recalled this dish before. It's shrimp.

"Amu-chan, are you done packing your stuff?"

"Yes dad. It's all taken care of." And with that I was off. I got all dressed for the upcoming departure, my bags are stable and now I wait. What the hell is taking Shiro so long? Does he even plan on showing up? The atmosphere inside the house is too intense, I have to cool off. Shiro, Shiro, Shiro.

"Yo."

"Shiro?"

"The one and only."

"What the heck? You're late! I've been waiting for you all day!"

"Easy now little girl, it's still morning."

"But you could've come a bit earlier though."

"You expect me to get here at 5 in the morning?"

"Afraid so."

"Then I'm sorry to disappoint."

"You should be."

Even though he was late, and it looked like he did have time to prepare, he still looks rugged as ever. God, I mean how could Shiro be single? He's totally gorgeous! His eyes are so amazing and his raven-colored locks are beautiful. He is perfect, too perfect. But I guess dating him would be awkward. I don't actually know why but there's this feeling of resentment. The sight I shared with him was amazingly beautiful. I laid myself flat on the grass while he sat next to me.

"Hey, Shiro?"

"You rang?"

"I was thinking."

"About?"

"About running away with you."

"Amu, that's stupid, even for you."

"Look, I never really plan on coming back there again. It's against my will. What's the point of going there? I never longed to seek what was lost. I don't care about what happened. It's all part of the past. And right now, I'm satisfied with life here."

"Amu, you're taking this too personally. I know you, I've known you since you moved here, and this isn't like you. Running away is never an option."

"But it's the only way."

"Only way my ass, it's never 'the only way'. You'll meet other people there, people that'll somehow, make you happy. And if you see anyone familiar, smile and look pretty. That's it. If they recognize you and you don't, don't blame yourself. It's not like you chose to have amnesia. And don't worry; I'll be there for you."

"God, what will I do without you?"

I was sincere with that. What would it be like if I hadn't met this dude? Chaos? World War III? End of all things that include batteries? Maybe something like that? It's only been a year since I met Shiro but I felt like I've known him from the very beginning. That's weird. I felt this presence before. Somehow, I felt uneasy. But why? Is this the cause of excitement, or something else? Gah! This is confusing! I shouldn't think of things like that. Hmm, what to think, what to think? When I was thinking what to think, I scooted over to Shiro's side and accidentally I pricked my finger somewhere.

"Ouch."

I looked at the small sliced skin that was causing my disturbance. I pressed it, and now it's bleeding. How stupid am I?

"You never change."

Shiro grabbed my arm and place a white handkerchief over my injured finger. I can still feel it bleeding. Suddenly, I felt more uneasy.

*Flashback a year ago*

'Be better…'

My head was spinning and I can hear people dawdling and people making ruckus. I tried to open my eyes but I can't quite see anything familiar. I can see lights. I tried to move my fingers but I can't feel them. Was I numb? What happened?

'Amu! Amu!'

Someone was saying my name repeatedly. I don't know where it was coming from, I don't know who said it, but that person is still chanting my name. I tried moving, but I successfully failed. My body won't respond. I can taste something unfamiliar. It's liquid that tastes like metal. My awful dress was extremely wet filled with red substance, was that ketchup? And now I feel like the world is moving. I can barely breathe. There's cotton in my nose, cotton on my lip, cotton everywhere.

'Amu-chan! You can't die! Not like this!'

Someone was blabbering about me dying. I heard this voice before. But I can't remember it. Am I dying?

*End of Flashback*

"Amu! Amu! Snap out of it! Amu!"

Shiro was shaking my shoulders. What just happened? I felt like I was watching a movie, and the leading woman was me.

"W-waa? What happened?"

"You were staring at nothing in particular, and then your eyes were completely emotionless. To top it all of you were about to shed tears."

"Was I?"

"Yeah, you were spacing out. What happened?"

"I don't know I felt like I was watching a movie that's starring me."

"A movie? What happened? What did you see?"

"I was in a place where it was raining. I can't quite see anything, it's all a blur. Then there were a ton of people, I can hear them say my name a couple of times. Then there were cotton, everywhere! Then like, there's this person who said I can't die like this. What is up with that? Am I seeing things, things from the past?"

"Listen, maybe the blood you saw triggered memories from what happened during the accident."

"Blood? But last night I dreamt I was running, running away from something. Then I was wearing a dress as well. Do you think this 'movie' is somehow, connected?"

"It can be. But, Amu, I think you shouldn't try remembering things that happened a year ago. This may cause you suffering and depression. I just don't want to see you in pain. Trust me. But all this shit is normal. Your memories are bound to come back soon. Just don't push yourself."

"I will. And thanks. That meant a lot."

I smiled, he smiled. We were contented.

I guess this is the right time to stop. NEXT CHAPTER: A Fancy Meeting.

R&R please.