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The Meikyuu Butterfly

Prologue: Host Club, Eh?

Normal POV (Flashback)

Seven-year-old Hinamori Amu and eight-year-old Tsukiyomi Ikuto were sitting on a polished wooden bench at an amusement park.

"Hey, Amu-chan. My mom got a letter from my dad; he said my mom, Utau, and I should go live with him in France," said Ikuto as he reached for her creamy hand.

Amu clenched his pale hand. "No way! I want to be with Iku-chan forever," she shouted as her golden eyes met his cobalt orbs. A light pink blush stained her pale cheeks.

"Shikata ga nai. (A/N: It can't be helped.) I'll just come back and marry you one day," muttered Ikuto as he blushed and avoided Amu's innocent gaze.

She suddenly realized what he said and abruptly turned away with a blush as bright as the nearby vendor's candy apples.

"Th-then, I'll l-learn to b-be a g-good mommy and w-wait for you to come b-back," stuttered Amu.

Ikuto pulled out two necklaces; one had a chrome key encrusted with glittery, white crystals, and the other necklace had a matching lock. Both of the necklaces had a mesmerizing, celestial glow.

"This is so we'll remember each other. I'll wear the one with the key. When I come back, we'll meet right here, and I'll marry you!"

Amu's soft lips curved into a genuine, radiant smile, and she slowly pecked Ikuto on his cheek.

"I like Iku-chan the most! Write to me, ne? We'll definitely see each other again!" she yelled. Ikuto tried to conceal his burning cheeks by letting his duke blue hair cascade over his face as he gazed at the ground and handed Amu her necklace. She fidgeted with the clasp as she clumsily attempted to put the necklace around her neck. Ikuto gently pushed away Amu's uncouth, beige hands to help her.

"Amu-chan, I have to go now. I'll always think about you, so don't just marry some other weirdo while I'm gone. Wait for me," mumbled Ikuto as an obsidian black, shiny car pulled up in the parking lot. The tinted car window rolled down, and seven-year-old Tsukiyomi Utau's head popped out.

"Niisan, hurry up! Mommy's waiting!" bellowed Utau with a huge grin. Her smile faded away as she spotted Amu. Utau made an obnoxious face as Amu stuck out her tongue.

Ikuto groaned. "Geez… girls," he murmured. He sprinted away and glanced back at Amu. She stopped paying attention to Utau and awkwardly waved at Ikuto. As the tinted windows rolled up and the car departed, she admired her necklace.

'Come back soon, Ikuto…'

Eight Years Later

Ikuto's father, Tsukiyomi Aruto, dropped him off at the amusement park where Amu had confessed. Ikuto inherited his father's ultramarine eyes and sleek, midnight blue hair.

"Don't stay too late, Ikuto. I don't want you playing all night with girls; you have school tomorrow," teased Aruto.

Ikuto nonchalantly waved him away and started walking. As soon as he knew his father drove off, Ikuto whipped out his cyan blue slider phone and tried to call Amu's cellphone. The sixteen-year-old smirked as he fantasized about Amu's exasperation, but a dissatisfied expression came upon his face as only a voice mail answered.

Ikuto relaxed on an aged wooden bench at the nostalgic amusement park. Two hours drifted by, and there was still no call from Amu. He rose from the bench, took his charcoal violin case, and finally strode down the road to observe any changes in the city.

'She probably turned off her phone or something. I'll just see her tomorrow, anyway.'

He unexpectedly glimpsed at a gorgeous girl with flowy locks of flamingo pink hair, but he couldn't catch her face. She was wearing a white, over-the-shoulder shirt that said, "Radical" in ruby letters, a skinny, ebony belt over her stomach, denim skinny jeans, black suspenders, and crimson, plaid converse sneakers. An average-looking guy handed her a wad of cash, and she widely grinned.

'That can't be my Amu,' He glanced at his cell phone and began racing home.

The Next Day

We're going down, down in an earlier round

And Sugar, we're going down swinging—

(A/N: I don't own "Sugar, We're Goin' Down" by Fall Out Boy.)

The alarm clock blasted through Ikuto's eardrums and caused him to jolt awake. He violently bumped his head against the polished, walnut headboard.

"Shit! That freaking hurt like hell!" wailed Ikuto as he rolled off the bed. A girl with lengthy, flax pigtails and orchid eyes giggled as she opened the door.

"Short-tempered in the morning as always, Ikuto."

"Shut the hell up, Utau!"

Utau swiftly transformed from an angel to a demon, and Ikuto immediately resented his words.

"Ikuto, get your damn uniform on!" screeched Utau as she whipped the black dress shirt, ivory tie, and crimson, plaid pants at his drowsy face. She firmly stomped on Ikuto's back, held a spontaneous pitchfork in one hand, and released her shrieking laughter.

'Damnit, this is going to be a long ass morning.'

A Few Messy Minutes Later

"Bye, okaa-san," hollered Utau as she seized Ikuto's shirt collar and dragged him off to school. Eventually, they reached Seiyo High School's towering, bronze gates and earned some uncomfortable stares.

Most of the whispering went along the lines of "Are they models or something?"

Ikuto was too sluggish to care. Utau and Ikuto strolled to the office and received their schedules from a reddish-brown haired lady named Sanjo Yukari. Luckily, they shared all of the same classes.

They reached their classroom and heard someone fall on the floor; they both sweat dropped. A teacher with tousled, chestnut brown hair opened the door and had cracked glasses on.

"Class, these are the new students, Tsukiyomi Utau and Tsukiyomi Ikuto. Please introduce yourselves," said Nikaidou Yuu until he knocked over some textbooks on a dusty podium. The class erupted into laughter except for a girl that was surrounded by a harem of guys. She flipped her hair with a tedious expression plastered on her face.

"Tsukiyomi Utau here," Utau declared placidly. Half of the guys in the class could not restrain their eyes from scanning every detail of her fit body. She shivered a bit from the disgusting gazes of the boys. She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead with her pale, slender index finger until she realized Ikuto was not saying anything. Utau's amethyst eyes shot open, and she elbowed Ikuto in the stomach.

"Y-yo, I'm Tsukiyomi Ikuto," he stated as he caressed his stomach and coughed a little bit.

Ikuto's weariness diminished as he gaped at the expressionless girl who was surrounded by a harem. The class silenced as Ikuto walked down the desk aisle until he was directly in front of the girl.

"Amu?" asked Ikuto as he daringly leered into her fierce, amber eyes.

"Are you an idiot?" Amu inquired aloofly. Her bubblegum pink hair was tied up into a messy side ponytail, and her bangs were swept to the side by a red "x" clip. Her onyx shirt was unbuttoned; her ivory tie had Paul Frank skull punk pins and Johnny Cupcake punk pins; a wide, checkered belt secured her plaid skirt.

"That's right! Don't get so familiar with our Ichigo-chan," snapped a boy with platinum blond hair and crimson eyes.

"Hey, don't be so stuck-up to my brother. Back off," retorted Utau.

"It's his fault. He just came to this school and already started hitting on me. By the way umm…?" replied Amu.

"Tsukiyomi Ikuto," he managed to say.

Amu handed him a black card with an indigo butterfly and eloquent, lavender letters that said, "The Meikyuu Butterfly Host Club."

"If you want to know me so bad, come here during lunch. I don't need other fan boys crowding around me right now." She plowed through the guys and walked to the bathroom.

Nikaidou finally stood up and mumbled, "Ehh, Himamori-san, where are you going?"

Amu instantly went back in the classroom with an ominous aura.

"IT'S HINAMORI, YOU BAKA-SENSEI!" screamed Amu as she grabbed a random textbook on the floor and chucked it at Nikaidou's face. As he got knocked out, Amu stomped back out the door to the restroom.

"Kyaa! So cool n' spicy! As expected of the number one host at Seiyo!" exclaimed all of the students in the classroom except Utau and Ikuto.

"Cool n' spicy?" inquired Ikuto and Utau in unison. Ikuto cracked up as he spotted Nikaidou.

"What the hell? All I saw was someone with a bad attitude," uttered Utau.

Ikuto smirked.

'How interesting. I'll have to see my Amu-chan at this club and see what she's become.'

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