Me:... So anyway, welcome to my new story! It's an Amuto story with some other parings and I really hope you like it. By the way, my flowers, I will fix Amu's savior, and make it longer and better. So here goes... I really hope you enjoy!

"Come on little one." Tsumugu cooed. The girl only scooted back deeper into her corner.

"I said come here brat." Tsumugu yelled in an angry tone. He grabbed his daughter's pink hair and dragged her out of the shed and into the house.

"Please." The pinkette pleaded with tears in her eyes.

"Shut up little brat." Midori spat as she hit the girl's arm with a bat. The pinkette winced in pain. She was used to all the hitting and screaming, but this time what the girl's parents had planned as punishment was fatal. Tsumugu picked up his daughter by the hair and threw her onto the kitchen table. Without hesitation his wife handed him a pair of plyers, already stained with blood from before.

"Open wide." Midori commanded in a sinister tone. The pinkette only shut her mouth. Tsumugu slapped his daughter across the face and stuck the plyers in her , the door was kicked down and two men and a woman each carrying guns stormed into the room.

"FBI! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" One of the men shouted and aimed his pistol at Tsumugu. Both parents raised their hands in the air, dropping the plyers and baseball bat in the process. All the little pinkette could do was cower.

"You have the right to remain silent anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to an attorney and if you cannot afford one, one will be granted to you." The woman said as the man and woman were handcuffed and led out the door. The female FBI agent looked at the little girl with a sad look then held her hand out.

"Don't worry your safe now." She said in a calm voice. The pinkette took the woman's hand and they both walked out of the house.

(Time skip. One hour later.

Location: Court Room)

"Hinamori Amu. Age: 16. Several bruises on arms and legs and cuts all over abdomen. Burn marks on the neck signal her parents choked her with a rope then revived her only to do it again. She doesn't speak to anyone though she knows how to. Right before our team arrived, her parents were about to cut out her tongue with plyers. There are also signs of rape. Not only was Amu a victim, but her sister also. Her sister was murdered and her body was found in the shed." Agent Donner read from a file. The judge nodded and looked at Amu, who sat in a small seat next to the judge.

"Is all of this true sweetheart?" The judge asked in a hushed voice.

"Oh please. They're lying!" Tsumugu yelled. The judge glared at him.

"It's not your time to speak, Mr Hinamori." The judge scolded then turned back to the pinkette. Amu nodded slightly with tears brimming her eyes. The judge nodded then banged his gavel.

"Amu Hinamori is now in custody of Marceline Mitchell and will be permitted to the foster facility. Midori and Tsumugu Hinamori will be sentenced to life without parole for 2nd degree murder, rape, and child abuse. Court dismissed." The judge announced. Everyone exited the courtroom and Amu was taken into a van. The van transported her to a large building with a sign titled: "Moonlight Foster Care." The pinkette was led inside the building and greeted by a woman with long black hair and piercing green eyes.

"Hi sweetheart. I'm Marceliene but call me Marci. You must be Amu. I hope we have fun together." The woman greeted and smiled. Amu didn't respond. Her facial expression didn't even change from the blank one it's always been.

"Amu doesn't talk." Agent Donner, the woman who saved Amu along with the other men, explained. Marceline nodded and looked at Amu.

"Alright. Come on and follow me up to your new room." Marceline smiled. Amu looked back to Agent Donner.

"I'll be back, Amu." Agent Donner whispered. Amu nodded solemnly and then followed Marci up to her new room. They walked up a big wooden staircase, down a hallway, and into a room. The room had beige walls, a single bed, a nightstand with a lamp, a desk, a bookshelf stacked with books of all different genres, and glass sliding doors revealing a closet. Marceline exited the room and closed the door, leaving Amu to unpack. The first thing Amu took out of her backpack was a picture of Ami, and razor blades. She set the picture on the nightstand, and hid the razor blades under her mattress for later use.

(An hour later)

"Amu. Lunch is ready come on out." Marci said through Amu's bedroom door. Amu got up from her bed, wiped tears, set Ami's picture down, and opened the door. She was led to a huge dining room fit with a chandelier and too many seats to count. Sitting in some of the seats were other kids around Amu's age.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Amu Hinamori. She doesn't talk so please be nice to her." Marci said to the other children and left to get the food. Amu was surrounded by the kids.

"Hi. My name is Kukai!" One redheaded boy with big green eyes exclaimed. A tall blonde girl came up from behind him.

"I'm Utau." She introduced herself. Another kid came up from her hiding place. She was smaller than the other kids and younger too.

"Yaya." She whispered then went back to her spot behind a tall green haired boy.

"Kairi." He said simply then hooked his arm with Yaya's and went back to the table. A tall violet haired boy smiled at Amu.

"My name is Nagihiko. This is Rima. She doesn't like to talk to new people right away." The violet haired boy explained. Out from behind him, a small blonde girl waved shyly. Amu walked to her seat quielty and noticed a boy at the table. He didn't introduce himself yet. When Utau sat next to Amu, she caught Amu staring at the boy.

"That's Ikuto. He doesn't talk, just like you. He's everyone big brother figure." Utau explained. Amu nodded slightly and caught the blue haired boy staring at her. Marci entered the room with a tray full of sandwiches. Once the tray was on the table, Kukai and Utau didn't hesitate to begin eating. Amu looked around, only to notice a seat empty.

"Where's Tadase?" Marci asked when she saw the empty seat. Everyone looked at each other with worried eyes, knowing something Marci and Amu didn't. Nagihiko, who was sitting to the right of Amu, got close to her and leaned in towards her ear.

"Excuse yourself from the table and check your room. There's no doubt Tadase's making a mess of it." Nagihiko whispered. Amu's eyes widened when she remembered she hid the razor blades under her mattress. Amu stood up from the table, bowed her head to Marci, and quickly went to her room. Once there, she found a blonde haired, maroon eyed boy ripping her picture of Ami.

(Ikuto POV)

The new girl entered the room with a blank expression. Marceline said she didn't talk so I guess we have something in common. When she sat down, I caught her staring at me. Utau whispered something in her ear. I couldn't help but feel drawn to Amu. I had this strange feeling that she went through more than any of us. I looked around the table only to see the blonde devil gone from his place. He probably went to go ruin Amu's things. Nagihiko got close to Amu and warned her about Tadase. I watched her shoot up and practically run to her room. With Tadase and her alone, there's no telling what could happen. I got up out of my seat and followed. When I reached her room, I heard a whimper. Amu was desperately trying to retrieve a torn picture from Tadase's hands. I watched her and my eyes widened when Tadase reached to slap her. I growled, walked into the room, grabbed Amu and pulled her in back of me, then grabbed the picture and held it out of Tadase's reach. I heard the others watching from the hallway. I glared at Tadase, who only smiled and left the room. I handed the picture to Amu and her eyes began to water. I got a better look of the picture. It was a little girl smiling into the camera and holding a thumbs up. I pointed to the picture as if to ask who it was. Amu only broke down crying. I picked her up bridal style and carried her to my room, pushing the others out of my way. I sat Amu on my bed and she continued crying. I'm not very good at comforting people, but I did what I could. I slipped the covers over Amu, sat on the edge of my bed, and stroked her hair. Amu struggled under my hold. She seemed scared of anyone touching her.

"Shhhhhh." I whispered, pulling Amu into my lap and holding her close. She tensed up and struggled even more. I started rocking her back and forth, and she loosened up and buried her face into my chest, still sobbing. I heard knocking on my door and when I couldn't get up to answer it, the person, or should I say people, didn't hesitate to open the door. Yaya, Kairi, Rima, Nagihiko, Kukai, and Utau burst into the room, ranting and raving about Amu and asking if she was ok. When they saw her in my arms crying, they shut up.

"Ikuto, take a closer look at her arms." Rima whispered, pointed to Amu's pale arms. I looked closely as Rima advised, and saw that there was make-up all over her skin. I looked at Amu's face to see it was covered in make-up too. But this wasn't eyeshadow or lipstick, it was the liquid make-up you use to hide your skin or cover something up. I slowly grabbed a tissue from my nightstand and wiped off the make-up. With all the make-up off, it revealed scars and bruises. And a lot of them. Everyone stared, looking at the horrible sight before them. Why would anyone hurt this girl?! Who did this to her?! These questions filled my mind as I studied each one of her scars. Amu soon cried herself to sleep and I kept rocking her back and forth.

(Hours later)

Hank, the guy who works as a security guard here, came into my room.

"She needs to go to her own room." Hank said and pointed to Amu. I only held Amu closer to my chest. She was still sound asleep, unaware of the situation.

"I'll have to take her then." Hank sighed and grabbed Amu. Instantly she woke up and started screaming.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" I yelled as loud as I could, surprised that I actually talked for the first time in five years. I kicked Hank in the knee, picked up Amu, and put her behind me. Hank groaned in pain on the floor. Marceline dashed into the room with a worried look and gasped at the scene. Hank stood up and glared at me.

"You want her to stay in your room?" Marceline asked me. I nodded and held Amu close to me. Marceline looked to Amu.

"Do you want to stay here?" She asked. Amu looked to me then back to Marci then nodded her head. Marceline nodded, smiled, and dragged Hank out of the room. I laid Amu in my bed then laid next to her. She slept under the blankets and I slept on top of them.

(Time skip. 3:00 a.m. Normal POV)

Ikuto tossed and turned in bed that night and soon woke up with one thing on his mind. He wanted to find out what happened to Amu. The blue haired boy snuck out of bed, being careful not to wake up the sleeping pinkette, and left the room. He tiptoed down the stairs and into the case file room, also known as the room that was forbidden to the kids. Ikuto opened the wooden door and walked across the room to a filing cabinet. He opened the cabinet and flipped through the files until he found what he wanted. Ikuto turned on a small desk lamp and opened the file. There was a picture of Amu at the top and all her information.

Hinamori Amu. Age 13

Case: Reported child abuse. Scars and bruises to the body showed torcher was endued. Several rope burns on the neck showed she was hung then revived. Also torchered with fire. Also found was traces of evidence that she was raped. Arriving on the scene FBI found her tongue about to be cut out with plyers. Not only herself, but her little sister was abused. She was later found dead in the shed with all her limbs-" Ikuto shut the file, unable to read anymore.

"This is sick and twisted. That girl in the picture must have been Amu's little sister." Ikuto thought as he put the file back and snuck into his room. When he tried to sleep, nightmares only filled his head. Imagining only the pain Hinamori Amu and Hinamori Ami had to suffer.