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Title: "The Path We Chose"
Author: tokiya-kun18
Fan-base: Shugo Chara!
Pairing: Tadase Hotori/Amu Hinamori
Tsukiyomi Ikuto was playing his violin in the public park. It didn't matter anyway if he got caught there–recognised–by his fans, he thought. It's late at night; and people should be concentrated on going home, instead. It's not a problem, he knows, but somehow, his playing started from good and eventually ended to worst.
Beyond the tune he plays lies bitter memories engulfing him. Depression, and a huge hole of regret growing deep inside his wounded heart can be found. Although it might not be present to those who's not really close with him–to those who are only his so-called 'fans' and such–but, to those who knows him well–his friends, family, and mostly, her, can understand the hardships and pain he's going through.
But only one remains who can fully feel sympathy upon his; and that's her.
His real problem is mainly about her. Asking why; why all happiness shattered between them and turned into a living nightmare? Why did he do such things? And why… Why did he even let go?
As he continue to play his treasured instrument, the horrible screeching sounds always appear before him. He couldn't help it, he thinks. Would they even notice on why it's outcome is like that? It's highly doubtable. No one, he was sure of it. No one, he repeats.
People would usually think he's a mere beginner for the horrible screeching sounds coming out from the poor instrument. They wouldn't care a single bit; even if they recognise his sorrowful face, they'd think it's only his look-alike – no more than that. The word 'impossible' will be the first thing would go in to mind if they see his face shimmering under the moonlight. But soon enough, kick it away and ignore. Ignorance is bliss, after all, he mutters.
After a while of torturing his violin, he stops. His half-soulless body standing firm on the ground – unmoving and seemingly dead. He stayed in that particular position for a long time before speaking out loud his troubled thoughts.
"I regret," he says; his voice full of negativity, shaking in either anger or fear. But mostly, fear upon his own self. "You don't know how much it hurts me, Amu. I regret all of it. Every single one of it!" For the first time in many years, Ikuto cried. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he sobbed harder. It was unbearable, after all, he thinks. It's swallowing him, like a portal eating you alive.
Not far from where Ikuto is standing, Yoru was watching. His small, floating figure can only observe him from afar. He fears that matters would be much worse if he were to approach him. But, by then, who would comfort him? Yet again no one. Then, Yoru starts to wonder…
…Why does Ikuto have to live such a terrible and lonely life?
Like I said in the summary, this is the sequel to my FanFic entitled 'Without You'. But, you don't have to read it, as I will try to make this fic stand on its own. Further explanation will be done in the future chapters.
