Chapter One – "I'll come back for you."

I don't remember where it was from, but it must have held some meaning to me at some point in my life. It's strange, if you think about it; that something so important at one point in your life can just disappear, be it a single thought, a person, or perhaps even an inanimate object. Be there one moment and gone the next. Sometimes you just notice too late.

I still don't remember where it was from.

"I'll come back for you."

My name is Amu Hinamori. I'm afraid of the future I've forgotten.

I've lived in America now for two years. I don't remember why, anymore, that I bothered leaving Japan. It feels like so long ago that I filled my life with meaningless work, but it's something I'm good at. In high school, I was determined to become a 'genius' in my own standards; meaning to become a brilliant businesswoman. Well, I achieved it I suppose. I'm wealthy and am one of the best of my trade, but at what cost? I don't know. I could have anything I wanted, if I demanded it, I just can't seem to obliterate the gaping hole that seems to remain in my heart.

I woke slowly at first, and then shot up faster than you'd probably think I could. My gaze flicked to the clock, which read 6:46 AM. I breathed a long sigh of relief after realizing that I hadn't slept in. I got myself out of bed and prepared myself for work.

I was barely on schedule when I exited my apartment- my assistant insists on reminding me every morning that I'm nearly late- but managed to get to my important business meeting early, as I was blessed with clean traffic this morning. My assistants greeted me as I walked into the building.

"Good morning, Miss Amu!" Several chanted at me as I walked by. I waved them off with my hand as I hurried by, intending to talk to my main assistant in person before attending the meeting.

"Amu, would you like some tea?" Someone asked as I raced by.

"Yes! Bring it to the meeting room in five!" I shouted back, too far away to hear their response to the request. I entered the elevator and selected floor 21, stopping to take a deep breath while alone and unable to do anything else.

Minutes later, as I was exiting the elevator, my phone beeped. At first glance, the number was unknown to me. I decided to leave it for later on after the meeting when I'd have time to figure out who it was from if it was important enough to spend any time on. No need for more distractions when my mind is already everywhere. I reasoned to myself, walking at a more reasonable pace towards my assistant's office.

I paused in front of the door to take another deep breath. I adjusted my hair quickly, before knocking on the door loudly.

"It's important," I breathed quietly. "Let me in please." I said more firmly. Seconds later, my assistant, whose name is Hisashi Kiriyu. He has short black hair and light green eyes, standing about a foot taller than myself. He's been working with me since I came to America.

"Hi, Amu, I wasn't expecting you. Come in!" He opened the door for me to enter, and the first thing I noticed was that we weren't alone. The stranger was as tall as Hisashi, but with elegant midnight blue hair and eyes.

I couldn't help but stare, but I didn't know why.

"Sorry, I have company at the moment! You'll just need to share me!" Hisashi laughed, trying to lighten the mood I suppose. I still couldn't take my eyes off of the stranger. Hisashi, recognizing my curiosity, introduced us. "This is Ikuto Tsukiyomi, he's one of my business partners from Japan."

I looked at Hisashi, then back to Ikuto.

"Nice to meet you," Ikuto reached out to shake her hand. "Perhaps we will become acquainted during my stay." I reached out to be polite.

"Greetings." I said simply, observing him as a curious smirk materialized on his face.

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