This Annoying Thing Called 'Love'.
Hinamori Amu- 13
Ikuto Tsukiyomi- 18
Rima Mashiro- 13
Nagihiko- 13
Kukai- 14
Utau-17
Tadase- 13
Chapter 1 Stupid feelings.
Normal POV
Lying in bed for awhile. Waiting. Wanting. Today's like any other day, The pink haired girl thinks to herself. You can see the sadness lurking in her honey colored eyes. If only... If only I could finally have some fun in it. Something to switch things up. Afterall, It's the best thing that could happen to me since my parents divorce. She sighs as she gets up and starts going through her daily routine. "Amu! Hurry up! You're gonna be late!" Her mom yells to her from downstairs, her tone an impatient one. "One second, Okaasan!" She replies. Hurrying, she grabbs her clothes and puts them on, messily.
Amu's POV
I no longer go to one of those schools that have stupid uniforms. No. None of that. Today I'm wearing a black denim mini skirt with a light red V neck that has a dinosaur on it. I yank on my checkered black and white jacket and run out of the house, forgetting something. I sigh out of my own stupidity and run back in to grab the items I forgot. My favorite guitar and the sheet music I wrote. The sheet music is neatly placed in a red folder with black Xs all over it. I grab the two most important things in my life and run out the door. My mom doesn't like my music, or the way I sing. She hates that I want to be a musician one day, and tells me it's just a phase, but what she doesn't know is that in a week I have a meeting with a talent agency.
I go to school an hour early each day to practice my instrument at the park near my school. No one ever goes there anymore, but it's a beautiful place. Everyonce in a while an old woman comes about and gives me a quarter. Only a quarter. She gives me encouraging words and tells me that people aren't always going to agree with you, but you have to prove them wrong. It's the same old woman each time, and I will admit, it's quite nice.
As I near the park I hear someone playing an instrument. A violin? It sounds so amazing. I quietly sneak my way over to a big tree and hide behind it, placing my guitar down.
The old lady sits on the bench, her eyes are closed and she wears a happy smile on her old face. The person that is playing the violin made the music sound very elegant and light. To my surprise, it turns out to be a boy playing! Most of the guys I know hate playing instruments unless it's the guitar or drums. This boy is different and I can already tell he's unique.
He has midnight blue hair and his eyes are closed as he lets the music take over him. He is very handsome... I think to myself. His playing sounds sad though. He is wearing black and dark blue clothing with some silver crosses. On his neck lay a necklace with a cross on the end. He has a peacful feel about him and I decide to take a seat near the woman. She opens her eyes and grins at me. I smile back and as the boy stops playing he looks at the woman with a pleased smile.
"Bravo, Ikuto, bravo!" The boy bows. When he looks up he notices me and his eyes widen. I feel a blush rising to my cheeks as I stare at the lovely boy. "Oh, Ikuto! I completely forgot! This is Amu-chan!" She says happily. I get up and bow.
"Hinamori Amu." I introduce myself. He just gives me a cold glare as I straighten out. "Tsukiyomi Ikuto." He says cooly. "Thank you for listening to my music, Obaasan." He lets loose a small smile as he faces the elderly woman. It returns to a bored stare when he looks at me again. The boy starts to put away his instrument and begins walking away. "What a lovely young man!" The woman cries out in delight. "Yeah..." I agree. Something tells me to stop him. "Now Amu, are you going to play for me?" She smiles up at me. "Yes, obaachan. One moment though," I say as I run to catch up to the boy.
Normal POV
The old woman smiles and whispers under her breath, "I've given you your wish, now don't let it get away." She sits down on the bench, pleased with her work.
Ikuto's POV
I start walking away. That girl... I think to myself, She was kind of... Cute? Of course she was cute, she's a little kid. Kids are always cute. Something touches my shoulder and I turn around.
"Ikuto!" Amu says, panting. "Worn out already?" I ask coldly. "Yeah. Just a bit." She smiles at me and says, "Ikuto, that music... Your playing... It was amazing! So heartfelt!" I smirk to myself. This little kid is trying to befriend me. Cute. She continues, "But-" But? I give her an annoyed look. "It sounded so sad. Why is that?" She gives me a curious look. "That's none of your business, now is it?" I sigh, as I continue to walk to my school. "I see... Ah! Ikuto! I play at this Cafe every Saturday and Sunday from 5-6! It's called the 'Dreamers Freedom'. Do you think... Y'know..."
Amu's cheeks began to turn pink, as if she was asking me on a date. I hide a smirk, and have to admit; She has guts for a kid. But, like hell I want to watch a little kid embarrass herself on stage. That's just sad.
"I have no interest in going to your stupid show."
Amu's POV
"I have no interest in going to your stupid show."
Those words. His velvety voice saying those words. They repeated in my head. "O-Oh. T-that's fine..." I stuttered. I thought that he might be someone of interest before, but now... He's just a dissapointment. My bangs covered my face and a couple of tears fell. I looked up at him, his eyes seemed annoyed. "Sorry for bothering you." I said in monotone and walked away. I grabbed my guitar, knowing I've wasted so much of my precious practice time and decided to go to school 20 minutes early. "Amu-chan... Are you okay?" Obaachan asked. "Yes, Obaachan, I'm fine. I can't play for you right now, or else I'll be late." I said, hiding my face under my bangs. "Alright. But let me tell you something good." The woman said. I looked up, curious as to what she'd say. "Some people are harder to get than others, but you. You can convince anyone to do anything. You have great meaning and great skill. That boy... Trust me. Your paths will cross again. But until then, don't worry about him." She smiled at me. I smiled a sad smile but felt a bit happier. We said our goodbyes and I continued to school. Oh, How I hate Fridays.
Ikuto's POV
Maybe... Maybe I could just see what instrument she plays. Just go into the stupid cafe and then leave. I thought to myself at school. Then I smiled, She seems... Different.
END OF CHAPTER 1.
