My blonde ponytails flew briskly due to the acceleration of the wind, causing my annoyance level to increase. My pale fingers were intertwined with his, his emerald eyes sincerely locking with my violet ones, causing a tinge of blush to appear on my face. Pink blossoms fell from their homes, tickling my nose as we trailed through a park. His grip tightened as other male figures passed by, pulling me close if anyone flashed a smile toward me. I wanted to traced my finger up his downy cheeks, knowing I would shiver at how tender they felt. As we sat down on a bench, his lips emitted a restless sigh.
"Is something troubling you, Kukai?" I questioned, laying my head on his broad shoulders.
He smiled gently, twisting my unruly blonde strand on his index finger. His eyes gave him a doleful expression as he fumbled with himself. His glittering eyes avoided contact with mines as he tried to direct his attention toward the blossoms. Clearing my throat, I brought him back to my attention with a stern expression. Straightening his back, he stared at me with a look I saw him often use for sports. "Utau, I know you're pregnant. You don't have to hide our daughter away like that."
A guilty shock smacked me as the wind rustled by. I had made a complicated decision to keep the pregnancy a secret until moments later. I had solely informed Hinamori Amu and Mashiro Rima, even threatening them to not so much as a single peep slip from their innocent mouths. As a wife, I knew Kukai had his heart connected to the sports he adored, and I knew a new addition to our marriage would have him questioning. "It was suppose to be a secret until I was given a date of when the baby is suppose to be expected. I bet that little rosette friend of yours blabbed to you for hours."
"My little rosette friend didn't notify me about anything. I would have appreciated just fine if you would have given me the details when you found out you were pregnant. As a married couple, secrets are not to be kept silent. You make it seem as if you don't trust me, Utau."
The way my name left his mouth was not the voice he would coax me with when I felt lonely, let alone when his teasing crept in. I made contact with him slowly, only to get a stern expression in return. I didn't think touchy subjects like these would get under Kukai skin, considering most of his attention was spent on sports and games. Now that I think of it, I didn't get a lot of attention that you would expect from a soul mate. Now realizing this, it was my turn to get cocky.
"It isn't even a big of a deal, well in your situation anyway. You hardly pay attention towards me, only giving all your sweat and tears into the sports you play. When have you ever had time for me?" I complained, tears springing to my eyes.
"Don't go pulling your little idol act on me, because it won't work. Who's the guy who fills all your empty holes when you supposedly feel like a loner all the time? Huh? Or when your're in the mood for a noodle challenge? The one who pushes you on the swing because you're too lazy? If you've forgotten, that guy is me."
With my lip trembling, my chest suffocating, and my on a chain, I knew everything he spewed out was nothing but the truth. If I truly trusted him, I would have confronted him of a new addition into our family, not hesitating one moment that I am carrying our daughter. I reached to grab Kukai but instead a fatherly kiss was placed on my cheek, leaving Kukai to say "I need to think some of these things through."
In my heart, I could feel it's urge for me to run after him, but my head refused. By the sound of this situation, I understand he would want space , to flee from having a argument with me. Had I hurt him? Without a further thought, I forced myself to run after him, but not a brown hair to be seen. I received questioning looks as I scouted for the love of my life. I didn't want to give him space, even if he required it. It's not that I didn't have enough affection from him to determine whether or not I trusted him, but in a way I felt envy from the attention he received from other girls, the attention he gave all away. Panting, I clasped my knees, my heart rate scaring me.
"Utau?"
A recognizable voice entered my ears as I finished grasping for air. My eyes flickered to the rosette, her honey eyes glittering with curiosity. Her hair lay styled in drills as she wore a red sundress. Her fingers grasped a vanilla cone as concern made itself visible with her eyes. She forced herself down to my level, her small palm placing itself on my palm. Despite the events that happened minutes ago, I could feel myself soften. "Did you forget you still have a child swimming around in your stomach? You can't be tiring yourself out like that." She scolded, taking a small lick on her chilly treat.
"There's no room for you to tell me what to do with a child in my stomach, Hinamori Amu." I closed my eyes, obviously annoyed.
Small giggled erupted from Amu's mouth, nearly choking on the ice cream she was about to consume. I raised my eyebrows, silently question what made her giggle out of no where. I crossed my arms, hoping that she would receive the message, but no avail. After a minute or so, the tinging red of her face decreased her her giggles grew silent. "Utau, we're friends. You don't have to keep such a uptight behavior. You should let yourself go carefree sometimes." Amu wiped a tear from her eye.
"Just because I have left the singing industry to live like a normal teenager, doesn't mean I forget my maturity role." I lifted my nose.
"Typical Utau. While I've found you, why don't we order a treat or something?" Amu insisted.
"A treat?"
Amu, Ikuto, and I sat around a table, sipping away at a latte and nibbling our cookies. I smirked, watching Amu's eyebrows twitch as Ikuto teased her ever so slightly. After the night Ikuto confessed his feelings for her, him and I had a long talk about accepting the fact that she had decided to run off with that blonde haired kid. Even though I had shot him down, I honestly knew I still held a affection to Ikuto in which I exchanged for Kukai's attention. Just like Amu, I was caught up in a confusing love triangle filled with possible lovers and soul mates. Yet, I didn't care to understand how all of it worked. "Are you enjoying my brother's flirting?" I smirked, sipping my decaf.
"Y-you know I'm with Tadase-kun!" Amu lashed out, her face the rosiest of red.
"Please, I beg to differ." I smirked, shooting a look at Ikuto.
Ikuto's blue eyes were directed toward the window, staring at the chattering people walking by. Being his sister, I knew his burning desire to be Amu's truly, but his lonesome behavior and his instant jealously had seemed to turn Amu away from him. Despite everyone else, his sweet spot was more for her then anyone else and it pained him to see her give it all away to another guy who could do just the same. Amu may have been too clueless to see this, caught up with the other potential any other guy might possess, but Ikuto deserved his chance. "Hinamori Amu, I request to speak with Ikuto alone." I demanded sternly.
Amu nodded, taking her delicacies with her. Ikuto turned toward me, his palm still supporting his chin area as he gave me a knowing expression. After hearing the final click of the rosette's shoes, I face Ikuto with a small smile. "I know it must be hard to watch Amu walk off with other guy. You can always find another girl-"
"I don't want just any girl, I want Hinamori Amu. It isn't the petty love you pay Kukai with." He retorted, a smirk playing with his lips.
Hurt by his words, I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Everything situation was a situation he could tease in. Though, why waste my pity on such a brother who didn't look after me, nor took anytime to wonder how my life was going for me. Maybe it was time to stop worrying about my brother and let him be the stray cat he was meant to be. Taking my latte, I scooted out from the table, stepped around and poured the rest of the warm liquid on his head. I stifled a laugh before walking out, hurt punching me in my chest.
Amu flickered her attention to me, questioning me silently. Ignoring her, I pushed past her as I made my way down the sidewalk. I could feel the rosette's small heels click as she ran after me, her fingertips lightly brushing my shoulder as she tried to call me to attention. Turning around, I slapped my hand away. I balled my fist, reading to blow off a bit more steam then expected.
"Don't be concerned for me. We all know one cares about the situation anyway."
