"Hey, look! It's miss tattletale." Somebody yelled.

"Let's get her!" Another shouted.

RUN!

Clutching her books to her chest, Amu Hinamori ran as fast as her long legs could take her.

"You won't runaway this time, bitch!"

"Yeah! And when we catch you, you're DEAD!"

Amu smirked to herself. She was glad that she had given up this life. But every once in awhile, her wild side would come out. And that would be right about…now. Amu stopped to see a lake. Judging by the sound of their footsteps, they weren't that far behind. But she had enough time to hide. Quickly, she stuffed her schoolbooks in a nearby bush, took a deep breath, and jumped into the lake. She could still hear the sounds of their feet underwater. She heard them stop, and she knew that she had to go down deeper to avoid being caught. She didn't have her steel pipe with this time, so it'd be hard defeating her once called 'family'.

Little did they know, Amu had led them into a trap. Amu had known this territory all too well. But her gang hadn't. Amu, being the former leader, was constantly causing trouble for the enemies. One time, she had defeated an entire gang with a broken beer bottle. But that was in the past.

"Amu! We know that you're here!" Yelled a voice known well to Amu. It was the gang's new leader, Yukika. Yukika was once her best friend. They had defeated several gang members side-by-side. They were best friends since the fifth grade, and that was when they had started the gang. Yup, Amu was a true juvenile delinquent.

Then Amu heard the screams that issued throughout the area. She smiled underwater. Yukika was so stupid that she didn't even recognize the territory they were in. Amu soon heard battle and knew it was safe to come up for air. She gasped as she took in a mouthful of oxygen. The screams that she listened to sounded deadly and twisted. Soon, only silence remained. Amu took this time to start swimming back.

"By the alley tonight." Ikuto Tsukiyomi had said, as he watched the members of his gang leave. They had won. They had finally won. After what seemed years of fighting their worst rival, they won!

But he turned and saw a certain pink head coming out of the water. She was grabbing something out the bushes. When she turned around their eyes met, in total surprise.

"You're the…the…" He was taken aback. He had thought that The Pink Butterfly died.

"B-Black Cat…" Her eyes seemed to pop. He watched as she bent low, as if searching for a weapon in case of an ambush. Ikuto tighten his grip on the dagger he was carrying. He could tell she was watching him through the strands of her long pink hair. She was wearing the Seiyo High uniform. Was she—did she--?

"So we finally meet…" His voice sounded louder than usual, as if he was filling the cool silence. Years of chasing, scheming, and near-death experiences had finally paid off. She was without a weapon.

Amu nodded, trying to stall time. He had already noticed she was unarmed. "The Pink Butterfly and the Black Cat. Ironic, huh?" She smiled, more to herself.

Ikuto blinked back in surprise. It was not the reply he was expecting. He nodded anyway. "I didn't think the Pink Butterfly was still alive."

"And I thought the Black Cat had died, too."

They stared at each other, the wind tousling their hair softly. Amu looked in his deep, navy colored eyes; he looked into her honey ones. Amu believed this meeting was not by chance; more so of fate. Ikuto had waited forever for this moment. He dropped his gaze as she started to walk.

"Look, Amu-chan. There's the Tsukiyomi boy, the one with all the money." A small girl with big eyes and sleek black hair pointed to a lonely boy sitting in a tree. Amu looked up, barley noticing. She was occupied with a drawing. She stared for a few moments, and then began to draw again. He looks lonely, she thought. Those blue eyes, matching the messy blue hair. "Do you think he would talk to me? He's so cute!" Amu's companion squealed with delight.

"I doubt it." Amu muttered, but the other girl seemed oblivious. She walked over to him. "How did you get up there?" She wondered aloud, secretly hoping he would answer. Instead, he pretended to be asleep. She waited for a few moments, then: "Fine. All the other girls said you were mean, anyway." She marched back towards Amu. "Let's go, Amu-chan." The black-haired girl dragged the pink one away. A few moments, then a rustling sound was heard by a bush that the two girls were sitting by. Amu stepped out of it with leafs catching her hair. She walked over to the tree and climbed it. "She's gone." Amu nudged the blue-haired boy.

Ikuto smirked and opened his eyes. "Were you drawing me again?" He asked haughtily. Amu blushed. "No."

"Really?" Ikuto reached over and grabbed the sketchbook Amu was holding. "Hey—" She started to yell, but Ikuto cut her off. "Wow." He breathed, eyes pouring over the page's contents. "Amu, this is amazing. And you're only 7."

"And a half."

"What?" He looked up at her, mildly confused.

"And a half. I'll be eight in September." She gave a stubborn pout. "Or did you forget? You said you were going to play the violin for me at my birthday party."

He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. "Oh? I thought it was an all girl's party." Amu didn't raise her head. "Oh…You don't have any girl friends?" Amu nodded. "Who was that girl, then?"

"Our moms are friends." Amu twisted off a strip of bark and fiddled with it.

Ikuto hastily changed the subject. "Besides, I think your dad would go into hysterics if he found an eleven year old boy in your bedroom." Amu laughed. Ikuto stared at the pink haired girl. She was wearing a lavender sun dress without shoes. Her usual 'X' clip was missing. She had probably gotten into a fight with one of the older girls again. He reached over and pulled a leaf out of her hair. "I love it when you laugh." Amu looked at him, half-delighted, half-confused. At the moment she looked at him, he kissed her on the cheek. The autumn wind blew her soft hair in his face, tickling him gently. He pulled away, looking at the pink haired girl with tender affection. Ikuto smirked as his favorite blush consumed her porcelain face.

"I-I have to g-go…My mom is p-probably waiting." She slipped off the branch, landing gracefully on her bare feet. "Bye, Ikuto." She raced off, leaving the way she had come.

Ikuto leaned his head back, holding the picture of the sad boy in the tree close to his heart.

"I have to go. My parents are probably waiting." He watched as she slowly brushed by him. He caught the faint smell of strawberries and cream. She stopped, hesitantly, and then turned to face him. She kissed him swiftly on the cheek. "Bye, Ikuto." She glided, leaving the way she had probably come.

Ikuto sat on the ground, watching her long pink hair bounce as it clung wetly behind her back. He leaned against a tree trunk, imagining the picture of the sad boy in the tree, comforted by the pink haired girl. He smiled, and fell asleep.

Besu-chan: So how did I do? Should I continue? I was thinking it should just be a one-shot, but then I feel like continuing it. Oh my gosh, it sounds so beautiful and metaphoric! I feel proud, because I actually wrote something worth more than a frozen chunk of cookie dough. Ah dammit, I feel like crying now. Damn female hormones.

I started writing this back in August of '08, then found it while deleting old crap (remember 'If I could dream, it'd be with you', anybody?). I started to rewrite just now, and it's January 24th, 2010. Wow. Lol with me. Ha ha. Re-writing this only took an hour, and now it's 1:04 A.M.

BTW: I left off in August precisely at: "B-Black Cat…" Her eyes

I wonder what I was going to write?

Thanks for reading, and tell me if I should continue! :D

Hey guess what? I'm babysitting! I got internet through the girl's computer! See ya' some time this month, or next month!