Me: Hey guys! It's your Miyumi here! I just decided to write a random story about suicide. Yes, Amu tries to kill herself! YAY~

Yaya: Nooo! Not Amu chi! *sob*

Me: ~_~' just read the story, ok!

Ikuto: It doesn't suck too much.

Amu: Miyumi does not own Shugo Chara-

Me: ZOMG! MY DAD JUST BROUGHT HOME SUSHIII!

Ikuto: *goes kitty on us* MEOW!

Me: MY SUSHII!

She stood on the edge, yet did not fear the fall. The wind howled in her ears and ripped at her pink hair, yet Amu did not waver nor wince at the biting cold. With a sad sort of smile, she cast her dull gold eyes down on the sight of the churning grey sea, which had opened its gaping mouth in hopes of swallowing Amu whole. It was wild, yet beautiful, and it tempted Amu with its siren songs. She should have been feeling something, anything, but she felt none. Not even Fear could penetrate the thick hide concealing her emotions.

What was fear? Was it a feeling? Was it a living thing that grew within the host and fed of the person's terror? What really was the face of Fear? Amu never knew, nor did she believe she would ever live to find out the mysteries of Fear.

Here she was, standing on the bridge, gazing into the storm, yet she felt nothing. Was she not suppoed to feel-

"Amu!"

Her heart jumped in fright.

Ikuto.

Amu glanced over her shoulder and caught sight of the soaked, pale faced boy staring at her with fear filled blue eyes. "Amu, don't jump! Come on; walk over here to me."

She wanted to. She wanted to be in Ikuto's arms. Safe. Warm. Without fear. In Ikuto's arms, it was only her and the lullaby of a beating heart.

One foot came off the railing as Amu blinked at Ikuto. "You came back," she stated with no emotion as Ikuto took a cautious step toward her. "I thought I'd never see you again."

She swung her other foot over the railing and now she was competely turned toward Ikuto.

"Amu," he breathed shakily. "J-Just come down from there. Please."

She blinked at him questioningly as she tightened her fists around the metal.

"Why," she asked as the rain beat down on her, soaking her clothes and making her hair feel heavy on her head.

Ikuto smiled as he extended his hand toward her. "I'll tell you when you get down."

Amu's grip slowly weakened on the rail as she buckled her knees and readied herself to move away from the edge.

But something swirled in the air.

The angry wind lifted her by the clothing and flung her to the sea as Amu jumped down from the railing. A yowl of rage escaped her mouth as she deserately tried to find something to hang on to. But it was too late. Gravity took a hold of her small form as she tumbled over the edge, her pink locks plastering to her face.

"Amu, no!"

She was falling, tumbling to her death. It was beautiful, yet ugly, Amu thought as she cast a sad smile at the screaming Ikuto, who was screaming and watching her fall with horror.

Her heart beat faster as her eyes widened in realization.

This was what Fear felt like.

Losing the one you loved.

She had finally found out what Fear was.

Me: Another short story! Why? Because I can't hold onto an idea long enough, that's why! But, this might be a two-shot. I might add in where Ikuto thinks he lost her, but he finds her again in ... 6 years? Yea, I'm gonna stick with that! :)

Amu: Oh, this is soooo sad! *tissue*

Ikuto: It's not that sad. WOMEN.

Me and Amu: *_*

Ikuto: ...

Itachi: Um... Review?