Me: Uhhhh... This is random. O_o

Itachi: Ah.

Ikuto: Read the damn story or else.

Amu: Stop threatening the readers.

Me: I do not own Shugo Chara-

Sakura: WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE A SASUSAKU story!

I knew my time had come when the clock broke down. I cast my topaz eyes toward the still clock, begging to hear its melodic ticking once more, but I was not allowed such a wish. Instead, my ears were filled with the screams of a thousand dead humans that I had recently slaughtered. I growled and moved my tail restlessly within my cave. 'I am a dragon,' I mused quietly as I imagined long bony fingers, curved like talons, reaching out to touch my maw. 'I show no fear, for I am fear itself.' That didn't convince me. I tried to imagine how I would die as I listened to the agonizing silence. My black feathers drooped on my wings and my gold eyes were aged with wisdom. 'Maybe I'll perish by flames,' I thought as a white figure floated around me. 'Or maybe the Grim will come for my immortal soul.' I couldn't bear to think about it anymore. I threw a wary glance at the clock, hoping its ticking would cease my worried soul. Oh, I forgot. It died.

That made me even more worried than before. That clock there ran not on energy, but on a heart. HIS heart. The day that he faded from this world, I used that heart to run my clock. So even though he was dead, I could still listen to his heart. Sick, I know. Twisted, I am. But I couldn't let his heart ever stop beating. His heartbeat was always my favorite love song. It calmed me even through my worst times. Did that make me crazy that I invented a clock that ran on a heart? A mad genius, perhaps? Well, it figures. Since the second my darling Aruto died, I have been feeling crazier and crazier as the centuries flew by. And then, unexpectedly, his reincarnation comes out of nowhere in this little town in Japan. Every day, I sneak down to spy on him and watch him play his violin with passion, because he can play. It brings back the memories of when Aruto and I would sit under the stars and he would play his violin and I would sing the song from my heart, a song born from our love. And I can hear his heart too. It makes me giddy inside to hear his heart again, even if it truly isn't him. But still, it is good to listen to Aruto's heart again, even if it is the heart of Ikuto. Yes, that is his name. Ikuto. His silky velvet name rolls off my tongue perfectly and fills me with a sense of happiness I thought had died the day Aruto stopped breathing. Ah, but it still is good to listen to his heart! It sounds exactly like Aruto's heart. It's almost as if I can truly hear his heart right now.

Thump. Thump,

Now, wait a minute! I am hearing a heart! I could hear that melodious tune from a mile away I cry out, Aruto, but it comes out as a soft growl. My god? Can he be here still? Is my clock still working? I glance at the clock and frown. Why, it can't be Aruto, I whimper. The clock is dead. I look for the source of sound. Blue? What are those blue eyes glaring at me from the darkness? The crouched figure mumbles a prayer under his breath as I lean over and nudge him with my snout. Those eyes, my god, I know those eyes. Ikuto. Holy Heavens! How did my mortal find me? What is he doing here? And why do I smell the fear rolling off of him in thick waves?

I smell something weird in the air. Death is beginning to cloak us both. No, I cry as I see Ikuto cry out. I won't allow him to die in front of my eyes again! I dive toward him and wrap my tail around his waist to pull him into my chest and protect him as a chilling laugh echoes across my cave.

It was my love for Aruto, for Ikuto, for that beautiful heartbeat, which killed me...

In the END.

Me: Review?

Ikuto: I doubt it.

Me: *cries*

Amu: What an ass.