CHAPTER ONE

"Oh my god! Did you hear that Ikuto Tsukiyomi is coming to our school?"

"No way! Ikuto Tsukiyomi? It can't be! The one and only Ikuto Tsukiyomi is coming here?"

Word was spreading that Ikuto Tsukiyomi was going to be transferring to our school. All the girls on campus had magazines, newspapers, anything they could get their hands on, to read about him coming to our school next week. I on the other hand could care less about this guy! I mean, he releases one song, he's discovered, and then WHAM! Instant pop star! I don't even understand why girls love this guy so much. His music isn't considered "great". Maybe girls just like him because they think he's hot or cute or handsome or something. I could literally look at a picture of him right now, and my gag reflexes would start activating.

"Oh, look. Here comes Saaya and her posse. I'm so tired of her always stealing all the cute guys in this school. She always gets the best of everything!"

"Yeah, I know right?"

Saaya appears with her posse

"Okay. Word has it that Ikuto Tsukiyomi is coming here next week. Do you know what that means?"

"N-no…I'm afraid not," the two girls mumbled in unison.

"Ugh. Girls, explain to these two "things" right now, please, before I die of boredom."

"Alright, listen up. Ikuto Tsukiyomi coming here next week states that you and the rest of the girls on this campus may not speak to him or touch him! He belongs to Princess Saaya ONLY! So when he comes here, all of you had better not go near him, or you'll be punished by Saaya's order till she is pleased. Understood?"

"Y-yes."

"Good. Let's go, girls." Saaya ordered.

After Saaya left, everyone started talking again. I wasn't surprised. This stuff happened everyday. If it didn't, then I would be really surprised. I just sat there the whole time gawking at them and eavesdropping on their conversation, while gnawing away at my Pocky sticks.

Later that day, I went home to find my mother and my little sister, Ami, playing video games. I sat in the kitchen and quietly listened to them yell and scream at the game.

"Mom!" I yelled from the kitchen, "Where's dinner? I'm starving!"

"Oh, Amu Chan! You came home so soon? Dinner…it's in the fridge! Go heat it up."

"Okay, mom."

I strode toward the fridge and tugged at the handle. It opened with the light shining on the dinner. Steadily, I grabbed all the plates of food into my hands and set them on the counter. One by one, I heated the food up in the microwave. It nearly felt like a century waiting next to the microwave with my dinner inside it. I looked down at my stomach and put my hand over it. Then I patted it and out came a hollow sound. I put my hand over it again and I felt it rumble. Then I stared at the timer on the microwave. There were 48 seconds left on the last plate of food. Sighing, I paced across the kitchen floor wondering about Ikuto Tsukiyomi coming to our school next week. Sure it would be a picnic for the rest of the girls at school, but I really didn't like this guy! I don't know why or how I started hating him, but I just did and it just happened. What would I do on that day when he would be arriving? Even the teachers loved him, and the principle decided that school hours would be cut off on that day just for the stupid jerk face! So does that mean I would have to sit all by myself in class for three hours straight while everyone praises him at his arrival? What the hell would I do? Suddenly, the timer went off, and my food was done heating. I carried all the plates onto the table and went to the dishwasher. I opened it and grabbed a rice bowl. Then I walked over to the rice cooker and filled my bowl with rice. I took my bowl over to the table, plopped myself down on a chair, and started digging into the food. Suddenly, in the other room, I heard my mom groan and say to Ami, "This game is too hard for me. Let's go accompany Amu Chan in the kitchen, okay?"

"Aw, okay." Ami replied, disappointed.

Together, I saw them coming toward the kitchen table. My mom and my sister sat down and stared at me eat. Then Ami started grabbing the food with her fingers.

"No, Ami Chan! Don't pick at the food with your dirty hands. Go get a spoon." Mom exclaimed.

"Okay, mommy." Ami said, jumping off her chair.

Mom looked at Ami for a while, then turned her attention towards me.

"So, Amu how was school?"

"Huh, you never really asked me that question before. Why now?"

"Because you seem different today. You look bothered. What happened?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just something all the girls at school are excited about, except for me."

"Oh, is that so? What's going on at school that's so exciting?"

"It's this guy who's transferring to our school next week. He's a newly discovered guy on the Internet who can sing really well. He might even become a pop item. His name is um…I think his name is Ikuto Tsukiyomi."

"Ikuto Tsukiyomi? Oh my god! Ikuto Tsukiyomi is transferring to your school next week? That's insane! I love Ikuto Tsukiyomi! He's so adorable and really talented. I'm surprised that you aren't fond of him like every other girl at your school."

"Mom, I'm surprised that you even know about him or like him! He's despicable! He's the biggest show-off ever and he's so obnoxious and full of himself!"

"Well how are you so sure? You don't even know him."

"Oh, and I suppose that you do? I can just tell! There's just a feeling in my gut that tells me so."

And with that, I stomped off to my room without finishing my dinner.

When I entered my room, I slammed the door behind me and started breathing heavily. That conversation with mom really made my mood worse. I clenched my fists and stomped toward my bed and just threw myself onto it. Lying there didn't really help. In fact, it made my mood even worse! Eventually, I got so mad that I grabbed my pillow, put it over my face, and screamed into it. I couldn't take it anymore! He crowded my mind with thoughts every minute. I swear I could almost feel my brain bulging and about to explode. So, I jumped off my bed and walked to my balcony. I stood out there, holding onto the railing. Looking up to the mysterious night sky crowded with the moon and stars did help my mood get better. And the cold breeze cooled me off. I breathed in the fresh air and slowly closed my eyes, forgetting the unsatisfying thoughts about Ikuto Tsukiyomi.