Yuki: He~ey!

Ikuto: No! You are not writing ANOTHER story!

Yuki: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But I had to write it!

Ikuto: Why did you HAVE to write it?

Yuki: It came into my head and it wouldn't come out until I wrote it!

Ikuto: Fine...I still don't like it though.

Amu was the most beautiful girl in the village. She had flowing pink hair and beautiful honey-colored eyes. Even though she was so beautiful, many men were reluctant to court her, for a very terrible reason.

You see, Amu's mother was an amazing dancer. She was known all over the land for her phenomenal dancing ability. It was for this reason that Amu's dream was to be a dancer, just like her mother. But, for the same reason that men avoided her, was the reason this could never be. The reason was that Amu couldn't walk. Ever since she was born, her legs were of no use. The doctors had said that Amu would never walk. Her parents were devastated, and had gone to many doctors, trying to find a cure, but no one could do anything. The only way Amu could get around was by the wheelchair that a doctor had given her.

Amu was just as sad as her parents. She would spend her days crying in her room. Her father, as the town baker, tried to cheer her up by bringing her sweets from his shop, but to no avail. The only comfort Amu had was her dreams, for every night she would dream of being able to walk. She was a dancer then, thousand of people would come to see her shows, for she was as beautiful as an angel and as graceful as a swan. These dreams brought her much happiness, but at a price. For every morning she would be awoken to find that she still couldn't walk, much less dance, and would be thrown back into the pit of despair that she had come to know.

Now, at fifteen, Amu still couldn't walk. She was still in despair and asked only to be left inside, alone. But of course, her parent wouldn't allow it. They insisted that Amu go out once in a while to get some fresh air. So it was on a day such as this that Amu was being taken around town with her father, who was pushing her in her wheelchair. As they were walking, her wheelchair was suddenly stopped. "What is it, father?" Amu asked, for she didn't see anything worth stopping for. When he didn't answer she tried again. "I said, what is it, father?" He again didn't answer. Amu turned her head around to see...nothing. Her father had disappeared. "Father?" Amu called, panicking slightly, and using the wheels of her chair to turn round to look for him. As she was searching she felt a presence behind her. She turned around swiftly, and before her stood the most handsome man she had ever seen. He looked to be a few years older than her, with dark blue hair and even darker blue eyes.

"Hello." he said, bending down and getting right in her face as he said it. Amu blushed a shade of pink that could have competed with her hair, and quickly backed away. "Your father is over there he said pointing," Amu turned to look and saw her father with a panicked look on his face as he was searching for her. Amu called, "Father!" Her father saw her and began running in her direction. She turned back to the strange boy. "Thank you," she said. He replied," You're very welcome, but I should be leaving."

"Wait!" Amu said," What's your name?" The boy smirked (you know this smirk) and said "Ikuto, and don't worry, we'll meet again." and he suddenly bent down and kissed her quickly on the lips. Amu blushed an even brighter shade of pink as he stepped away, just as a group of people stepped between them, and when they moved, he was gone. "W-what just happened?" Amu thought. But then she was suddenly being hugged by her father as he cried," Amu! I'm so sorry! A crowd carried your father away! Please forgive meeee!" Amu blankly said," It's okay, but lets go home now." Her father gladly agreed and started pushing her back towards the house as Amu thought, " So his name is Ikuto." Then she blushed as she remembered what had just occurred. "H-he kissed me!"

Ikuto: I like this story better.

Yuki: Knew you would.

Amu: Ahh!

Yuki: Haha R&R please!