Trip to America

Omg! A fan fiction that's not Twilight or Teen Titans? O.o

Yes, Chrissy has written her very first Amuto story. Don't tease, I'm learning.

And I promise not to abandon this story in the cold winter. 

~Chrissy – Chan

P.S. I don't know where Ikuto leaves to go find his Father. I know I made it a bit different then the manga. It's my fan fiction; I can manipulate it if I want to.

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-Amu's Pov-

When did I get so dependent on him? When did Ikuto Tsukiyomi become my best friend? I didn't even care at this moment. All I knew was that I had to see him before he left for America. Ikuto had his own rights to leave. He could if he wanted to. That didn't mean I wouldn't miss him. He was a free bird, and I couldn't tie him down. What, did I expect him to stay just because we had been making progress in our friendship?

I drove erratically, ignoring all the time I spent in traffic school and basically every rule of the road. Red lights? Didn't matter. Honking horns of the irritated people? Could care less. There was only one thought on my mind, and that was to make it to the airport before Ikuto left my life for a long amount of time. Who knew how long, but I figured it wouldn't be a weekend trip. I couldn't help but shake slightly, afraid of how long it would take before I saw his face again...before I saw him smirk again…before I called him a pervert to his own face.

Somewhere along the years we spent together, I had grown used to the teasing. Used to the games he played. Used to everything he did. I wasn't sure when, or how it had happened, but I knew I was in deep with Ikuto. I wasn't quite sure if that was a bad thing, though.

I slammed down hard on the breaks of my silver, old-fashioned Volvo, wincing when the tires squealed. Drumming my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, I watched a group of kindergarteners began to walk-did they have to be so slow?-across an intersection. I took the time I had to calm myself down. Filling with lungs with air, I breathed in deeply, closing my eyes so tightly I was in complete darkness. I realized at once that wasn't going to help. Maybe though, something else would…

Releasing one hand from the steering wheel in which I gripped so tightly, I slipped one hand inside my pocket, pulling out a trinket I've had for what feels like forever.

The Humpty Lock. I've had it since the first day my three guardian characters were hatched. Although - as I aged into the sixteen year old I am today - I lost my guardian characters, I retained this part of my past life. The small think seemed harmless to all that saw it, but I knew better. In it held deep secrets that even I had yet to figure out. I had been destined to hold the lock since I was born. Or, more so, my heart's egg was born. I didn't know how long I would hold it, what I would do with it when I died, I only knew one thing for sure.

That the Dumpty Key was the only thing able to open the lock. It was owned by the nineteen year old half-boy, half-man I was rushing to see. He was always extremely protective of the Key. Basically, if you touched the key, even if you were a good friend of his, you better watch out. Unless you're suicidal or insane, I highly advise not to even think of going anywhere near the Key. He took it wherever he went, in a pocket, strapped to his violin case, whatever it was; it was almost always in sight.

I had questioned him time and time again, always inquiring about why he would act in such a way, but he would simply change the subject. I knew I could be annoying when I was persistent, so I used that tactic when I was younger. Poking, prodding, the puppy dog eyes, whatever it took I would try to get him to spill his guts. Nothing. Nothing ever. I had to give him credit, he was strong.

I clenched my fist around the object, probably indenting some of its many glittering facets in my hand, but I didn't care. I could hardly feel anything at this moment besides anxiety. I would make it. I would make it. I had to. Holding the Lock close to my heart, I slammed on the gas pedal – once the extremely line of kindergarteners were clear – and set off again for the airport.

Driving one handedly, I glided smoothly through the lines of traffic. Eventually I saw that the afternoon congestion was moving to the side. I doubted it was for me, but I took the chance I got. I slammed – once again – on the gas pedal as my car burst forward in a sudden bout of speed. From the side of the road, I saw road work going on. Ah, so that was why the traffic had moved to the left. That also explained why the road had suddenly gotten so bumpy.

There was the sign for the airport entrance! I turned a hard right, paint on one side of the car getting severely scratched from a guardrail, and continued to press forward. It wouldn't be long now. The lanes became more and more congested as the weekend traffic trickled in. He had to leave on a Friday. Stubborn fool. My hands itched to honk the horn, though I knew it wouldn't do any good. I gripped the Lock even tighter, the knuckles on my hand turning white. Calm.

Now the next challenge; to find a parking space. I pulled into a white zone, a zone meant for unloading and loading – not parking – and turned of the ignition. I could vaguely hear security yelling at me from afar, but I couldn't register what they were saying. Let them tow the car. I snatched up the key, shoving it – along with the Lock – into my jacket pocket, and burst through the entrance to the airport.

Checking the board, my eyes frantically scanned for the flight to America. It would be leaving at five thirty, it said. It was still hear, at least, but I didn't have the time to check my watch. Besides, I didn't even want to know how little time I had. Breaking into a sprint, I quickly made my way to the 'out of the country' flights.

Wait, did Utau say Ikuto would be at Gate 6 or 7? I stopped in the middle of an intersection, two ways forking off into separate directions. I closed my eyes in anger, letting the despair wash over me for a second, and then pushing it back. This was no time to act like a baby. I concentrated, putting my index fingers to my temples and rubbing them as the people shouting, laughing, and crying ceased to exist.

- Earlier -

"Utau? Tadase?" I asked in a panic, staring at each of my friends faces in turn. Their eyes held no hint of joking around. I clenched my fist in anger as something grabbed at my heart. How could he just leave? How could he leave without even TELLING me? There was a reason, there had to be. There was a reason to everything.

"You can still go see him off," suggested Utau quietly. She knew there was something up with me. She knew how close I had gotten to her brother. And strangely, I think she approved. I think she finally moved on from the crush she had on Ikuto for so many years. That was why it didn't shock me when she said, "It's Gate 6. The flight leaves in thirty minutes."

Somehow, I knew it was the correct info. So I didn't stop to double check the airport's website. I trusted her to help me out. Guess somewhere along the way, we became friends too. So I simply grabbed my jacket off the chair it was hung on, and ran to the car I had gotten from my parents for my sixteenth birthday.

I knew, from past experiences flying on an airplane, that it'd take fifty minutes to make it to the airport. Strangely, the thought didn't slow me down. In fact, I believe it actually sped me up. Utau and Tadase didn't try to stop me – or come with me, for that matter. Good. They were smart. I would get a chance to see Ikuto. The car revved below me as I raced against the clock to make it where I needed to go. I didn't care how many tickets I got, how much trouble I got in, whatever it took…

- Present -

"Gate 6," I thought to myself, running into the corresponding hall. I pushed through the masses, feeling them giving way. My eyes scanned the crowd frantically, searching for a familiar face. What if he had already left? Every face, the same one after another, was repeated among the crowd. Where was the one that stood out? Thinking back to when I saw him this morning – I hope he didn't change clothes – I remembered the jacket he wore. Black leather, edges tipped off in blue, I recalled. I would concentrate on that feature, search for that.

"Ikuto!" I called uselessly, my small voice dying out in the hustle and bustle of the airport. I continued to run, tears sparking to my eyes as I began to think of defeat. Was I too late? The end of the hall now, I was at the security gate. I stopped, catching my breath, as I scanned the line with scrutiny.

There was the jacket! I mean, there he was! I pushed through the crowd, sometimes getting pushed back, as I made my way towards the front of the line. Sometimes, I was able to crawl underneath to avoid pushing. Being short had its benefits at times. Crawling under the red wires that kept the line straight an in control, I was able to shave a few seconds off my time.

Ikuto's back jerked up – from what I could see from crouching – as I got closer. He took longer to check through, I suppose, because all of the metal. Same old rebellious Ikuto. He turned around swiftly, gracefully, to look at me. When he saw me, did his eyes lighten? It was hard to tell, I was still too far away. One thing I could see from where I was now was his infamous smirk. I was beginning to get the feeling that it was permanently etched into his face. Standing up, I didn't take my eyes off him for a moment. If I did, he might disappear.

He closed the distance between us easily, taking a few strides with his long legs, and then before I knew it, I was two feet away from him. I stared at him. He stared at me. Some would say this was romantic, but really, I just couldn't think of anything to say. Good luck with your Pops? Come back soon?

What I was thinking, I didn't know. I simply threw my arms around his neck, jumping up slightly to reach there. I tried to convey what I was thinking into the hug, and I think he got it. Well, maybe. Sometimes it was hard to tell with Ikuto. I felt his arms wrap around me in response, and they felt nice. Warm.

"I'll be back soon," he murmured in my ear, letting go of me. I figured that was my cue to let go. Yet, my muscles didn't listen. I heard him chuckle his famous, carefree laugh as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to my sides. Damn, he was strong.

He hesitated for a second, turning to face me. I only vaguely noticed that people had begun to move in the line through the security gate. The cops had begun to wave them through, making a circle around us. I thought to mention this to Ikuto, but the thought died before I could get it out.

He opened his mouth to say something, decision not present in his beautiful, midnight blue eyes. He needed to gather his thoughts, I could tell. I let him do so in silence as I memorized his face. How long would I go without seeing it? Maybe I should have brought a camera.

Blue eyes, hair to match, and an unbelievably devilish grin was always on his face. His features were mature, those of an adult instead of just a teenager. Usually - no, always - his eyes sparkled. Today was no different; even though his eyes also held secrets in them. Secrets I wanted to decode, but knew they were his not mine.

I saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a crooked, half-grin as he noticed my expression. It was probably glazed over, by now.

"Goodbye, Amu," he said finally, turning to face the security gate, and then simply...leaving. And with that, the moment was over. I couldn't even make myself say good bye. How strange, I thought Ikuto was going to tell me something personal.

I walked in a slight daze, back to the parking lot. What was it he wanted to tell me? I was probably too impatient to learn what was on his brain, but that's just the kind of person I am. He knew what kind of person I was. So was he purposely trying to annoy me?

Sighing deeply, I mechanically made my way to my parking spot. Amazingly, it hadn't been towed.

I pulled out of the airport entrance as I made a quick decision. I was in no mood

to go home, to hang out with friends, or even to listen to music. But I was in the mood to go one place. So, I drove along the highway, in a different direction from which I came. The path I took was well known to me, and I was there in no more than ten minutes. It was Ikuto's place.

Well, not really Ikuto's place. It was a grassy, soft, beautiful meadow basically. He spent a lot of his time there, lying on the ground, staring up at the sky. I asked him multiple times what he was thinking of as he stared at the sky, but all he said was 'life.' I lay upon a patch that looked worn and partially brown. It stood out among the perfect green of the rest of the meadow. I figured this was the part where Ikuto sat the most.

By now it was dark, so I was starring into the dark, night time sky, taking in all the stars and beauty of it. The sky was huge. It stretched from one end of the world to the other. Everyone in the world saw the same sky; every one in the world was connected. Just because I was thousands of miles away from Ikuto, it didn't mean he stopped being my friend. We were still connected. We were still under the same sky.

I'd see him someday, again. And if not, I'd simply bring him home myself. It was what I'd do for all of my friends. Besides, I sure wanted to know what Ikuto had kept hidden. I could imagine what he'd say now, if I was talking to him instead of lying alone in the grass.

It'd probably go something like, 'Silly little Amu, ever so impatient.' Then I would pout, as to which Ikuto would always laugh. He'd tell me to wipe the pout off my face, because it simply wasn't cute.

God, I missed him.

So, I closed my eyes, as I slipped a hand in my pocket. The Humpty Lock was still there. I was still connected to Ikuto. So, I smiled into unconsciousness, ready for this world to be replaced by the land of dreams.

That night, I dreamt of Ikuto.

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So, what do you think? Please review! I know it's kind of boring, but they'll be plenty later. Tata for now!

~Chrissy – Chan