Okay, so I kind of had this idea the other day after reading another related fanfiction titled: Amu Momomiya: Decendant of an Unknown Past by: Nosuka chan (I advise you to read it - it's good) and this idea came to me last night after I caught up on hers (ah - the wonders of a teenager's imagination~)
I haven't actually visited either anime or manga in quite a while so bear with me if I make any mistakes concerning either series. XD~
Enjoy~
-MangaMagic
Oh, and a word to the wise - the first part of this was kind of a random idea I had to lead onto the end of the chapter and the coming one...plus...
It never actually SAYS she's hit puberty...right?
WARNING: EXTREME~AMUTO FLUFF
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Midori's head shot up from her cooking at the sound of her eldest daughter's terror filled shriek. She dropped the bowl of batter and wisk she had just been using on the tiled floor - the white contents splattering over the ground as she ran towards the stairs and up to her daughter's room.
"AMU!" she cried out, throwing open the door to stare at her teenage daughter in surprise. "Are you okay? I heard you scream!"
Amu stared up at her with terrified eyes. "Mama! I'm bleeding!"
Midori pressed a hand to her forehead, sighing in relief before glancing down to look at Amu's baby-blue bed sheets and grimacing at the red stain that had blossomed across the bed. She looked back up at Amu and gave a soft smile. "It's alright Amu - it's perfectly natural. You're turning into a young woman!"
Amu let out a shill cry. "NATURAL? WHAT'S NATURAL ABOUT-"
"AMU~I HEARD SCREAMING! PAPA IS HERE TO RESCUE YOU!" Tsumugu yelled.
Midori instantly turned and pressed a hand to her husbands chest, in an attempt to stop his intrusion. "Dear, I think you should let me handle it - this is a girl to girl talk..." she said softly.
Tsumugu frowned, staring at his wife with large eyed gaze. "Wait! You don't mean!-"
Midori shooed her husband out of the room and closed it behind her, sighing, and turned back to her frantic daughter.
"Amu-I think it's about time we had a talk..."
Amu was absolutely beet-red as she walked to school, shuffling slowly as she made her way up the hill towards the academy.
"Amu-it's not so bad! You're growing up!" Miki said reassuringly.
Amu glanced up at her four charas and frowned. "But...I'll have to go through this EVERY month..." she wined.
"Fighto! Fighto! Amu-chan~!" Ran cheered, throwing her pom poms up.
Amu smirked and continued on to school, her four card suited charas cheering her on.
"Amu-chi!"
Amu glanced up and smiled at Yaya who stood waving to her from the top of the hill at the gates to Seiyo. Yaya's grin faded when she looked at the blush on Amu's face and cocked her head in confusion.
"Amu-chi...is something wrong?"
Amu shook her head and looked down at the pavement - cursing her continuous embarrasment at the conversation about...puberty...she and her mother had had earlier that morning.
"It's nothin Yaya-"
"Amu hit puberty~!" Ran sang, flying in circles around around the cotton-candy haired Joker chair.
"RAN!"
Yaya simply gave her a confused look - not understanding what the pink chara had meant and simply shrugged it off, continuing on to their classes for the day.
Amu collapsed on her bed, the exhausting day finally crashing down on her. Too tired to change, she simply crawled under her covers in her uniform, lazily kicking off her shoes and snuggling comfortably into her clean sheets.
A day of attempting to keep Ran from blabbing her incident this morning (failing epicly might she add) - Ran telling all of the charas - the charas telling their owners - two blushing boys - and a curious Yaya and Rima was the highlight of her day and now all she wanted to do was sleep for the next year with not a single interruption.
'TAPTAP'
Amu groaned and pulled her comforter up over her head - not even bothering to anwser to whomever was knocking.
'SHINKCLACK'
Amu's eyebrows furrowed at the noise but she simply ignored it and closed her heavy eye-lids - attempting to slip into a sweet slumber but was interrupted by her comforter shifting and a body slipping in next to her.
She opened her eyes and squeaked at the smirking Ikuto - who's nose was nearly touching her own and pushed the cat-burgular off her bed landing with a resounding 'THUMP' on the carpeted floor beneath him.
"Ow..." he muttered, leaning forward and rubbing his now sore backside.
"BAKA NEKOMIMI!" She cried with a blush, standing and pressing herself against the farthest wall from the invading chat-chara bearer. "What are you doing in my room?"
He smirked and rested his chin on his bent knee, staring up at her mischeviously. "I only came to say hello..."
Amu glared at him. "With you there is always an alternative motive..."
His tail and ear-combo sprung out in a quick flicker and he sniffed the air greedily, standing and following whatever scent he was searching for to Amu - trapping her in a corner. "Well...I guess it is true. My little Amu is growing up faster than I thought."
Amu's face practically exploded with color, and she resulted in slapping the midnight-haired cat-boy upside the head so hard it echoed through the room. "HENTAI! W-WHO TOLD YOU!"
Ikuto blinked for a moment, rubbing his newely aquired bumb, and threw a thumb over his shoulder at the cowering cat-chara. "Yoru. Apparently your little chara is a bit of a loud-mouth." he said with a small smirk before stalking closer with his head dipped low. "You're growing fast...you just have to catch up..."
Amu blushed as he tipped her chin up with light fingers, gazing down at her with narrowed violet eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut as his face moved closer.
Ikuto chuckled softly, planting a soft kiss on her nose before dissapearing out the balcony window in an instant.
Amu's eyes snapped open to see her room empty - and an almost dissapointed whine left her mouth before she went to the window, glancing around before closing it and drawing the shades back to their rightful place.
She finally took this moment of peace to slip into her pajamas, throwing her uniform over the back of her workchair in the corner and plopped down on her bed with a sigh.
'KNOCKKNOCK'
'I'm NEVER going to get any rest am I?'
Amu sighed, standing up and stood in front of her sliding door, drawing the shades back and expecting to see Ikuto standing in the window again - but the landing was empty of life.
"Amu? Can we speak to you?" Her mother's voice echoed through her bedroom door.
Amu glanced at her four charas that slept peacefully in their respective eggs in the basket on her nightstand before gong to the door and opening it to see her mother standing there with a soft expression.
"What's wrong, Mama?" she said, blinking in confusion.
Her mother simply took her hand and led her downstairs to the kitchen where her father sat silently at the kitchen table, a forlorn expression over his countenance. Her mother simply pulled her over to the head of the table, pushing her softly down into the chair before taking her own seat on Amu's other side.
"Amu...we need to have a talk..." she said, placing her hand over her daughters, her eyes cast onto the wooden table as if she didn't even WANT to speak.
Amu glanced back and forth. "Oh god...I really don't wanna have this talk again after what happened this morning-"
"No...Amu-chan, it's not about that," Tsumugu sighed, his voice more serious than she had heard it quite a long time.
Amu swung her head back and forth between the two saddened adults, her own expression growing worried. "T-Then, what's wrong?"
Midori patted her hand softly. "Amu...when your father and I first got married, about fourteen years ago, we had trouble having a child. The doctor told me that I was...infertile. Amu, have you ever wondered why your hair, even so your eyes, matches neither mine or your father's?"
Amu stared dumfounded at her mother, glancing over at her father who's head was buried deep into his hands. "S-Sometimes...but, what does that have anything to do with it?" she murmured, her voice nothing but a whisper.
'What are they getting at...am I not-'
"We were so desperate," her mother cried, pressing a hand to her mouth,"and your father's cousin worked in a closed-adoptions agency in Tokyo. He helped us find you, Amu...You were only a few days old when we found you - you were absolutely the most beautiful baby we had ever seen!"
Amu's blood ran cold, her heart beating a mile-a-minute. What were they talking about? "Wait...so I'm-I'm not...You're not my parents?"
"No!" Her father said suddenly, standing quickly from his chair. "We are your parents -we raised you! We're just not your biological parents..."
Amu gazed down a the table for a moment before looking back up at her father and mother. "But, why are you teling me this now?"
"Well, now that you've physically become a young lady, we decided that it would be best to tell you - rather then hold it off any longer," her father said, pouting sadly after at the thought of his precious daughter growing up.
Her mother sighed and shook her head at her husband. "You see, your biological mother was very young when she had you - nineteen, just out of high school - and she had no way of supporting you fully. She decided that you would be safest being raised by someone else - and apparently she was afraid you would get hurt in the life-style she lived. So she put you up for a closed-adoption, meaning she didn't want you to have any contact with her once you grew older. We met her once, per her request, the day we recieved you. She was so kind, and beautiful, and so young. At first we felt horrible taking you from her - but she was happy that you would get to live your life happily."
Amu pressed a hand to her forehead, afraid that she would pass out from all the information that was being thrown at her all in one day. She felt tears brim up in her gold eyes, and it was almost immpossible for her to breath properly.
Midori glanced over at her husband with a worried expression then turned back to her daughter, pulling her into a motherly embrace. "You should go to sleep...it's been a long day. It'll give you time to think over everything. If you have any questions you can ask us anything you'd like tomorrow after you've rested."
Amu nodded silently, standing slowly and drifting to the stairs, refusing to say a word until she got up to her room. She closed her door quickly behind her, pressing her back to it and slipping to the floor with her face in her hands, finally letting her tears finally flow free.
"Amu?"
Her head snapped up to see Ikuto lounging comfortably on her bed, one of her mangas open carelessly on the sheets, a worried expression on his face when he saw her tears.
Without thinking twice she ran to the bed and burried her head into his chest, crying openly. His arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her into his chest as he laid down letting her let out all of her frustration into his now wet shirt. He pressed his nose into her cotton-candy locks, his fingers rubbing soft circles into her back - completly unsure of what had made her cry so much.
But he didn't care - as long as it was him she came to, he would hold her until all her bad thoughts went away.
And he did - because sooner said than done, she had slipped into a restless sleep, pressed softly against his chest.
He gave the top of her head an almost feather-light kiss before closing his own eyes.
'I'm here...Amu'
