Wow, this is my first totally emo fanfiction. Heh, it's cute at the end though. This will be a 2-3 shot.
Disclaimer:I don't own Shugo Chara or any other copyrighted material used.
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3 times
3 times I had gone to see you.
3 times somebody was already there.
3 times my heart was broken
3 times I tried to forgive, but I could never forget.
Now I'm laying here, with sparkling crimson blood trickling from my wrists and throat, onto my wedding dress and into the water. I chuckle darkly and smile at the memories that brought me here, to the last few moments of my life. I had written them in detail on the paper I was reading for the hundredth time. My suicide note. My last goodbye.
1st time: December 1st. Heh, how ironic. It was Ikuto's birthday and our 3 year anniversary. I had gone out early to get last minute preparations done. When I arrived at his house around noon, an hour earlier than we agreed, I let myself in. I heard noise coming from Ikuto's room, so I figured he had to be in there. When I approached the door, I heard a woman's voice and thought it was Utau- until the voice moaned loudly. I flung the door open and caught Ikuto fingering Yamabuki Saaya. I broke down sobbing right there in the doorway and fainted. When I came to, he apologized and said he didn't know what he was doing. That the only one he could love was me. He looked sincerely worried and sorry, so I forgave him. That was the first mistake I made.
2nd time: February 18th around 9 at night. This time I just happened to pass by his car in the McDonalds parking lot after getting a Mcflurry. I was going to ask what he was doing here so late, but that changed when I looked through the slightly steamed up windows. I couldn't control myself this time, so I punched the window out. The blood ran down my arm at the same pace the tears streamed down my face. I yelled every swear word I knew at the two. What made this one worse is that the girl was a close friend; Lulu De Morcerf. Sure we had our differences in the past, but we had grown so close! As my words turned into shrieks of pain, anger and sadness, a police officer intervened. The next day, I woke up in the hospital with stitches in my hand and Ikuto laying next to me. He assured me that he was tricked into it. That he really loved me. That the ring he had given me a month before wasn't a joke. He begged for my forgiveness. He had proposed, so it showed his commitment towards me. I had to forgive him. I was tricked once again.
3rd time: Yesterday, April 7th A.K.A. THE DAY BEFORE OUR WEDDING! I showed up at his apartment while he was at work and set up a romantic atmosphere around his room; vanilla scented candles, jazz music, rose petals on the bed. Every romantic thing you could think of was there. When I finished my 'redecorating' I changed into sexy lavender lingerie and lay down on his bed in what I thought was a seductive pose. A few minutes later, I heard the door shut downstairs and footsteps coming closer. Along with those footsteps, there were giggles- girly, preppy, disgusting giggles. My face blanched as I realized it was happening again. The door opened to reveal Ikuto making out with a girl who had her legs wrapped around his waist. They didn't even notice me there until I screamed and hurled my engagement ring at them. I continued screaming at the top of my lungs until my throat ran dry and I collapsed onto the ground. I gathered up enough strength to walk out of the room and tell Ikuto to fuck himself and that the wedding was off. "I have other plans now" I whispered over my shoulder. This joker has been fooled to many times. Now nobody will have the chance to fool me ever again.
Now that I have my story out of the way, I would like to say goodbye to the only people I loved: Mama, Papa, Ami, Yaya, Tadase, Kairi, Kukai, Rima, Utau and Nagihiko. Especially Nagihiko. He knew about all of this and helped me through it. Please understand it wasn't something any of you could prevent. My heart is broken beyond repair.
Nagihiko crumpled the copy of Amu's note and cried, punching the wall a few times. His Amu, the love of his life, was gone forever. She was discovered earlier that morning in her apartment. She had been wearing her wedding dress in the bathtub when she slit her wrists and throat. The note was found on the bath ledge with a few blood stains on it.
Tadase had called for an emergency guardian meeting this afternoon, mostly for moral support. Everyone arrived with tears in their eyes. Utau also came with a bag of things Amu had left at her house. Nagihiko, Yaya and Rima had bags of Amu's belongings as well. They all cried and reminisced about good times with Amu, which brought them to the subject of Ikuto. Before long, they turned into some kind of 'I hate Tsukiyomi Ikuto' club.
"I am never letting that two-timing bastard come near me or my daughter again!" Utau announced. Kukai nodded in agreement with his wife. Many of them announced the violent things they wanted to do to Ikuto, but Nagihiko already had a plan that he was going to carry out after Amu's funeral.
A few days later, everybody met up again dressed in black. Each person went up to pay their respects. Amu's funeral was open-casket. The wounds were covered by her conservative red dress. Her vibrant pink hair was now a dull, washed-out coral color. A small smile played on her thin, grayed lips. Her closest friends and family each said something about her, voices cracking from the uncontrollable tears. A cobalt-haired killer sat at the back of the room with tears in his eyes. It almost made people feel bad for him. That is, until they remembered he was the one who killed her.
At the graveyard, each of the paul bearers and family members put a flower on Amu's casket before she was lowered into the ground. The headstone that had been set the day before read: "All I want from life is to bring happiness to everyone." -Hinamori Amu, July 10, 2008
The words were from an interview with Amu when the mayor presented her with an award for her charity work. She never had a job. All of her time was spent at the soup kitchen and the orphanage. Her life was devoted to helping other people.
After Amu's funeral, Nagihiko went home to prepare for what he was going to do later that evening. At about 10:30 Nagihiko left the house after sticking a note on his desk. With him, he carried an old backpack filled with the necessary supplies.
Upon arriving at his destination, Nagihiko rung the doorbell and waited patiently for the owner of the flat. "We need to talk" He said to the older man.
"I'll get you some tea. Wait here." he said when they entered the living room. Nagihiko didn't plan on staying there at all. Instead, he unzipped the backpack and pulled out a long silver blade attached to a handle. The object resembled a small axe, but was a lot thinner. After examining the blade, he pulled out a pair of scissors, which he used to cut his precious hair until it just barely reached his chin, a tradition in his family indicating that he is near death. Next, he pulled out a white cloth, then stood up and crept silently to the kitchen. He silently walked behind Ikuto and, in mere seconds, the cloth was covering his mouth and the blade against his throat.
"You took my Amu away," Nagihiko hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "First, you take her heart away from me, then her life. Every time you hurt her, she ran crying to me, saying that it was her fault, that she did something wrong. You broke her heart when she was always faithful to you! I wasn't even allowed to fucking hug her unless it was a special occasion! It was all because of you! Damn bastard!" Hot tears ran down both of their faces, a mixture of terror, anger, and pain. "I'm going to make you suffer for what you did to Amu!" Nagihiko shrieked before pushing Ikuto down to the floor and slicing into the right side of his face. Ikuto let out small choking noises through the cloth. "God damn it! You killed Amu! Mother fucking bastard! Do you have a brain up there or did it migrate to your crotch?!" Nagihiko screamed as he stabbed Ikuto's arms a few times. He flipped him over and pressed the blade against his throat again. "I won't kill you. No, that would be letting you off easy. Instead, you'll live and suffer the rest of your life." He sliced a little through the throat, but it wasn't enough to kill. Instead, he pulled the cloth off of Ikuto's mouth and pointed the blade into his own chest. "I hope you live with this guilt for the rest of your life." Were his last words before shoving the blade through his chest and collapsing on top of Ikuto, who yelled something incomprehensible to the dying man.
"W-where am I?" I asked myself.
"The same place everybody goes when they die" I could recognize that voice anywhere. It was like the tinkling of wind chimes mixed with the sound of bubbles popping. The owner of the voice held out a hand that I took hold of.
"So… I'm dead?" I asked stupidly.
"We prefer the term living impaired." She giggled, making me want to cry with happiness. "I'm kidding. Yes, you're dead."
"That's good. I couldn't live without you, Amu. I was going crazy down there!" I pulled her into a hug.
"I know, I was watching you." She squeezed my shoulders lightly. "I had a sort of epiphany right before I died."
"What was it about?" I asked
"Well, I realized that only one person made me truly happy, and I loved him, not Ikuto. He was always by my side, cheering me up then cheering me on." She took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry I didn't realize this sooner, Nagihiko. I love you." She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me. It was like magic and fireworks. We pulled away panting.
"I love you too. And I don't mind that it took you this long. We have all of eternity to make up for it." I held her hand as we watched our friends down below from our cloud.
"I forgot to tell you something. Ikuto… he was… protecting me…"
CLIFFY! Hehehe! The next chapter will be Ikuto's side of the story.
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