I do not own anything. Sorry for the long wait, but in all honesty, I cannot comeback after hours of learning to write a story. I am not that great of a person. I kind of changed the summary from prior because I preferred this kind of beginning, instead of a wedding kind of background (I've never been to a wedding so I don't know all the procedures). I'm only a naïve, young girl so I don't know what they say when they begin doing it, so please don't laugh at me (because I sure am).
"Ikuto, promise you'll love me forever – no matter what happens." The college youth pleaded to her fiancé.
"I vow my unconditional, unrelenting love for Hinamori Amu (soon-to-be Tsukiyomi Amu, my wife)." His words reassured his beloved in his arms, but she wanted more.
"Make me yours. Show me what you mean." Her desperate cries for him couldn't make him any happier than he was.
"My pleasure." His smirk brought back all those memories from their sweet memories as naïve kids. This last meeting with him gave Amu the greatest and last memory of Ikuto – her son Yoru.
"I'm sorry, Ikuto. Just remember this is for your future." She thought to herself.
Present Day in Japan
"You never cease to haunt me, do you, Ikuto?" The rosette laughed to herself, waking from her sleep. As she went about her usual morning routine, she though back of the days of her son.
From my many years with Yoru, I had to wake up early in the morning to take care of him. It had been difficult and stressful when he was an infant, but he's grown less reliant on me. I missed the days when he would ask me to cook his favorites for him. The problem now is keeping track of him. He's usually coming home late, and I wait for him. Of course, I would never tell him that. I do worry about him every day, but he's like his father – a roaming, free cat on the streets.
"Good morning, Kaa-san." In his dark, somewhat gothic uniform; Yoru descended the stairs in his wild, rebellious demeanor. His dyed purple locks tangled in his usual bedhead. His golden eyes gleamed with his cat-like mischief from his mother, but the "cat-like mischief" was from his father. His carefree smile was his alone – not from me or his father, but him alone. His features seemed too mature for only a sixteen year old junior. He was just about too walk out the door without his breakfast like usual. Luckily I stopped him.
"Yoru, don't forget your breakfast." I slipped him a reminder with a piece of toast thrust into his mouth. With a nod and a mumbled farewell, he left the front door like usual. I'd better start driving to the hospital or my boss will be mad again.
Amu's Beginning of her Act
"Hinamori Amu, we should go out for dinner some time." One of the doctors offered to the pink-haired nurse, who seemed far more interested in her cup of coffee.
"Sorry, Yamada-san, but I'd like to keep business and private affairs separate." Amu rejected him smoothly, rushing out of the lounge with her warm cup of coffee.
"Hinamori-san, one my patients would like to speak with you." A nurse told Amu in a grave manner, slipping the room number in her hand and running away. This task may have been pushed onto her; nevertheless, her job as a nurse was far more important than pride. She made her way to the room. Before she entered, she noticed the man's file – "Unstable".
"My name is Hinamori Amu. How may I help you?" She looked up to the blonde in the bed.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Hotori Tadase. My request may be completely weird, but I don't have much longer to live. As my final wish, I would want my daughter to live in a happy family at least for a week. Her name is Ran. She'll be heading for her relatives when I die. For one week, you don't have to be my wife, but would you be her mother?" The scarlet eyed man requested of her.
"Why did you choose me?" She asked, unfazed by his request. As a nurse, she had seen people at their worst and near death.
"I wasn't the one who chose you. She saw you when she was visiting me. She talked about wishing her mother was like you. Please give this dying man the assurance of her daughter's happiness." Tadase begged her.
" – When do I begin?" Amu asked with a sense of respect for him. He still sought after his daughter's happiness even near his deathbed.
Yoru's First Meet in the Park
Yoru leaned against his usual tree, deciding to hang in the park for a while. A soft buzzing sounded inside his right pocket, yet after a quick glance at the caller ID, he tucked his phone back into his pocket.
"Are you just going to ignore that girl?" A man with similar hair asked the boy with a smirk.
"Ever been in love, old man? It sucks." The younger boy justified his actions with a few words.
"Tell me about it. When you think you've got them, they slip right through your fingers." He breathes out a lifeless chuckle in agreement.
"True, but the worst part about it is the lies. There is no such thing about white lies. Lies only hurt people and invite sadness into our lives… So what is a violinist from France doing here in Japan?" Yoru said, looking at the falling, crimson leaves. The celebrity took a quick look at his dyed hair.
"Why'd you dye your hair?" He asked, instead of answering the question.
"Sigh, how do you expect someone to answer you, if you don't answer them?" The school boy commented on his lack of manners.
"I'll answer after you answer." The man compromised. Yoru took a slight pause to think but decided to be the better man.
"I hate my natural hair color. It reminds me of that guy who left my mother." He gave his end of the bargain.
"I came here, looking to give back my revenge to the woman who ruined my life." The man sealed the end of the deal.
"If that's all, I have to take care of some business at school today, Tsukiyomi Ikuto. I'm Yoru." Walking to the right path, he bid his farewells.
"What's your surname?" Ikuto asked him.
"If we meet again, I'll tell you." Yoru waved with his back facing him.
Thanks for reading. I will warn you. I won't update as quick because of exams this week and school.