PLEASE NOTE:
This story is based off of an AMV on YouTube titled "Bloody Sister." Because of this, I'm perfectly aware that the actions of Amu, Ikuto, and her friends are going to be OOC. If I didn't make them act the way they do, then there would be no point to this story. There will be 3 chapters to this story, each chapter contributes to a part of the AMV that this was inspired from. Future chapters will include character deaths and implied lemon. Amu, Rima, Nadeshiko, and Yaya are all 14. Ikuto is 18.
Also - there will be very few mentions of dialogue in this story. It's basically told from an unknown outside POV. I believe the actions will speak for theirselves.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Shugo Chara! or any characters associated with it, nor do I own or have edited the Anime Music Video "Bloody Sister." All rights belong to their respective owners.
Some things are best left off as a secret.
Everyone has their own secrets. It's human nature. Whether these secrets are for the better or for the worse, one thing's for sure; they're secrets for a reason.
Amu Hinamori had a secret.
Being a 14 year old girl, it seems insanely unrealistic that any parents of a child this age would agree to let their child date someone 4 years older then them. The fears, the regrets, the doubts, any mother and father of a growing girl would have them. But would they know that this child has their doubts, too? Maybe she, too, knew she was taking a risk in stepping into such a relationship. However, that didn't matter. Amu loved him, and he loved her.
Secrets can't be kept forever, which was exactly why the last time Amu had seen Ikuto at the time was a little under two weeks. How her parents found out? One word - hickeys. Now, the two of them were living a sort of Romeo x Juliet relationship. A sort of relationship full of secrecy, a relationship built off of pure trust, piled by lust, and balanced by the strength of the lovers. Have you ever read the ending of Romeo and Juliet, though?
In the end, the lovers are dead.
It all started with a camcorder, and it would all end with a camcorder.
Ikuto, the 18 year old high school senior, had left Amu's house around 20 minutes prior to the present. Their meetings were quick, they were lustful, they were enough to the prove to one another how much they loved each other. Each and every visit was made simply for this reason. This visit, thankfully for the couple, was able to last longer then she had thought. Her parents, along with her younger sister, were both out at a PTO meeting for the elementary school. Amu cunningly took advantage of this, barely being able to cover up the blush and stutters in her face and voice when she rejected the offer to join them. Her mother and father were positive that she had gotten over the teenager. Ignorance will be the death of the human race.
Amu rose off from her bed, checking around her room to in search for something to cure the boredom that had washed over her the second Ikuto leaped over her balcony. Her eyes scanned the room, and ended up noticing a small, blue tinted camera near her bed.
Amu cocked her head to the side as she stood up, grabbing a hold of the lukewarm camcorder.
Hmm, she thought, this isn't mine, is it? No, my camera's a dark black. I guess it's Ikuto? Didn't know he left it here. Should I give it back to him? I don't think I'll have enough time to sneak out though.
Amu inspected the camera and it's elements. Shameless curiosity took over her and she gently sniffed the camera, definitely inhaling the scent of the man who left earlier. She unconsciously smiled at this, when another wave of curiosity came across her.
A smirk, mirrored off of Ikuto's, appeared on her face as she said, "Well well well, let's see what Ikuto has on here, eh?"
She looked around the room for a cord, praying that it would be able to attach to her computer. She found her own camera on top of the table, and gently took it out of her own camera. She placed it into Ikuto's camcorder successfully. The screen was brought back from it's screensaving mode, showing an option of what she would like to do with the files that were on it. So he does have something on here? Hmm.. Amu let her mind run wild as she selected the "Play" option and waited for the media player to load up. Personally, she was pretty excited - I mean come on, it wasn't every day she might find something embarrassing to use against her boyfriend right?
The player loaded, and Amu put in her headphones and pressed "fullscreen." The video buffered a little bit, then began to play.
"Hey, hey Ikuto! Come on, smile a little bit!"
"Yaya, calm down, here how's this?"
"Eheh! Perfection! Were you able to capture it?"
"I'll check later. I doubt it wouldn't take the picture."
"Ehh? You never know! I may never get to see you smile like that again."
"Come on, come on, don't pout, you're such a baby."
"I-I'm you're baby.. right..?"
"Come closer, of course you are..."
"..."
"Your lips taste like lollipops."
"..."
"The tri-pod already took it I believe, you looked great Nadeshiko."
"I appreciate it."
"Hm."
"Hey, Ikuto-kun, um, is it all right if I call you that?"
"Only if I can call you Nadeshiko-chan"
"Ahah, that's cute, Ikuto-kun.."
"Eh? It fits you perfectly, you know."
"You're getting kind of close you know.."
"And so are you."
"Is that a problem.. Ikuto-kun.."
"Not at all, Nadeshiko-chan.."
"..."
"You're already excited from the honorifics, hmm.."
"..."
"You're just like me Rima, you can't smile in pictures."
"Shut up."
"Quit being so cold, Rima. You know they call your types tsunderes, right?"
"You know they call your types players, right?"
"You're just encouraging the player."
"I'm not."
"Just by your attitude, you are."
"Stay away from m-ph!"
"..."
"You're so short, Rima-chan."
"H-huh.."
"You should get taller for me this makes this all a lot easier."
"Ahh.."
"..."
The screen shattered. It literally shattered.
Amu took a hold of the camcorder as soon as the last scene had finished playing, and thrown it full force at the expensive laptop her parents had paid for her.
The next thing she did was grab her cell phone, and the only person she could even think of right now was Ikuto. Ikuto. Ikuto.
To put such a conversation that the two had in just words would consist of incoherence, yelling, interruption, and such vulgar words used against such a young girl. It's much simpler to describe the emotions that she went through during the call.
Denial. n. A refusal to comply with or satisfy a request.
That's pretty much all Amu tried to do during the first 2 minutes of the phone call - the questions she asked, he admitted to so easily while she ignored his answers as hard as she could. The only truth Amu was able to clearly make out of his words was the reasons for meeting up with the girls - a photoshoot project to be done at school for art class. Working with Photoshop. Something along those lines. The camcorder was left behind due to pure carelessness, and he apparently had no intention of telling her or letting her discover what he had done.
Anger. n. A strong feeling of displeasure or hostility.
The excuses he placed upon the truth he told so bluntly pissed off the heartbroken girl even more. Her voice grew louder, and her tears flew down harder. She couldn't understand in the slightest just how someone could lie like this, could so such stuff to people who she thought she was friends with, and to make it all worse, to be too much of an idiot to realize it. Of course, no part of this was Amu's fault in the slightest. As much as Ikuto tried to push it on her, saying he wasn't getting enough of her due to her being the reason that her parents discovered them, that was one part of her that stayed strong. None of this was her fault, and she knew it too. She didn't make him cheat. He cheated. He recorded it. He was careless enough to leave such an important camera at her house.
Betray. tr. v. a. To give aid or information to an enemy of; commit treason against.
b. To deliver into the hands of an enemy in violation of a trust or allegiance
This could easily fall into the category of denial, but to call it this would be an understatement. This was the moment in the game that would kill Amu the most - the climax - it was the part where Ikuto would take everything that she and him had and throw it back in her face. It was the time to laugh at her tears, laugh at her believing the things he did, the lies he said, it was the time where Ikuto knew he had lost and it was time to break her. Imagine this: someone who told you they loved you half an hour ago is now calling you worthless. Calling you nothing but an ignorant, annoying kid. Saying how everything you thought was love was nothing more then adoration, and everything that they felt for you and said to you was to get you in their pants. That those same words had been spoken to her best friends and he had a better time with them then he ever did with you. Just close your eyes now, and imagine it. Imagine it until those tears force your eyes open.
The call ended with Ikuto hanging up the phone.
Amu, half dazed, walked downstairs to the home which, surprisingly, was still empty. She searched around, and found a set of matches in the bottom drawer of the kitchen. She walked back up to her room, and went through a cluster of memories and pictures from the past years. She searched and searched for over an hour, until she was able to find a rare golden picture.
It was one of her, Rima, Nadeshiko, and Yaya. It was taken during a trip to the aquarium. All three never hung out that often, even less did they take pictures with each other, so to find this picture was truly a miracle for her.
She took the matches, and began to skim it over and over again, until finally, a single, bright flame ignited on the tip of it.
Her hands, shaky from the crying and shaky from the pain, took a firm enough hold of the picture. She brought the match closer and closer to the picture, until finally, a wave of realization went over her - one that told her who cares anymore? These people aren't your friends. This home isn't your home. The place you're in now is full of countless fabrications. It doesn't matter. Just let it burn.
The match reached the picture, and the image of the four girls began to burn. The memories, too, the happy times, as well as Amu's own sanity, burned along with that same picture, until it was nothing but ashes later to be lost in the teenager's carpet.
She glared down at the remaining pieces. They reflected into her golden eyes; eyes that were full of hatred and revenge.
If you decided to watch the AMV, this very, VERY roughly followed up to about 1:09. I guess I kinda got off track. :x
Well, what do you guys think? I think this might be one of the longest chapters I've typed. I dunno. I kept taking breaks and going on Tumblr so maybe that's why it took so long. Again, the characters are supposed to be at least a little OOC, otherwise nothing would've ever happened. I'll try to update as soon as I can - school is kinda troubling me atm so I dunno.
Please R&R!