SO! This is Veronica, and I am very proud to announce I got EIGHT reviews! That's right! EIGHT!
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Oh, and in case you didn't know, this entire story is in Normal POV.
HERE WE GO!
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Chapter One
"Hey, hey, Amu," Rima's voice whispered through the walkie-talkie Amu was holding in her right hand. "See him? Over."
The two girls were out on watch. Watch for Tsukiyomi Ikuto. There was a rumor the old abandoned mansion on Maple Street was his hideout. Of course, no one dared to enter it. So Amu and Rima had agreed on sneaking out in the dead of night to watch for him. If they spotted him, well, both had cameras with them.
Flashback
"…And lastly there is a lunatic loose from the asylum down the road form Seiyo High," Tadase finished up the Gaurdian meeting, smacking a newspaper down on the glass table. The headline read 'PYSCHOTIC TEEN LOOSE FROM ASYLUM' and below was a picture of what looked like, at first glance, a blurred picture of a human, but if you looked closer, it was a handsome teenage boy dashing away from the camera, peeking over his shoulder and saluting the photographer as he fled.
"What a guy…" Amu muttered.
Rima stared at the picture. "He's really hot."
Amu shoved her lightly, giggling.. "Rima! He's a psycho!"
"What's his name?" Nagihiko asked, pulling the newspaper towards him.
"I don't know," Tadase said, leaning closer to Nagihiko to see the article.
They scanned it for a moment while Rima and Amu had a whispering fest about boys. There were loud, quick footsteps, and they all looked up to see Yaya running up the stairs, panting.
"I'm sorry!" She wailed. "My mom and dad went shopping and left my brother with me."
"You missed the whole meeting, Yaya," Amu said, giggling as Rima stared at the newspaper, her eyes glazed and her jaw slack.
"We were just talking about the boy who got loose from the asylum," Nagihiko updated her, looking back down at the article.
"There's no name," Tadase murmured.
"Oh, you mean Tsukiyomi Ikuto?" Yaya asked.
Everyone stared at her.
"How do you know his name?" Rima looked impressed.
"Oh, his father and mine used to be very good friends, so our fathers lumped us together. But than his father vanished, and I guess Ikuto went insane or something, because he killed five or six people. He even killed people once they put him in the crazy house. That famous singer, Hoshino Utau is his sister."
There was silence. Amu and Rima's jaws had dropped.
The ring of the school bell broke the silence, signifying the end of the day.
End of Flashback
"No, over," Amu glanced around. She and Rima were both dressed in all black- black jeans, black long sleeved shirt, black baseball hat, and black converse. Amu thought she looked pretty good, if she did say so herself.
The reason they were talking through walkie-talkies was because Amu was on one side of the mansion and Rima was on the other. The mansion wasn't one of those huge things. On the outside it looked like a regular house, but on the inside it looked amazing. They knew because they had been in there earlier.
"What time is it? Over." Rima's voice broke the silence and made Amu jump.
"11:30," Amu hissed. "Now shut up! Over!"
"Shit! I forgot my mom was making ravioli tonight! Over!"
Amu stared at the walkie-talkie, her mouth hanging open. "What the fuck? Over."
"I LIKE ravioli! Over!" Rima argued over the line
"Whatever! Just shut up! And can we stop saying over!?"
"Okay. Over."
Amu sighed and hit herself in the forehead, cursing Rima silently.
Suddenly there were footsteps. Very, very quiet footsteps, but in the silence Rima and Amu were engulfed in, both could hear them clearly.
A figure was padding up the long winding driveway quickly.
"OHMIGOD!" Rima squealed over the line. "I SEE HIM! OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD!"
"SHUT UP, RIMA!" Amu snarled in a hushed whisper.
The figure stopped and stared at the side of the house Amu was crouching behind. She peered over the edge, and unfortunately, he had changed course and was coming towards her. Her heart raced, and her head began to spin with excuses- She had gotten lost; she was playing manhunt and had strayed to far; she was looking for her cat; her sister was gone and she was checking every abandoned house to make sure her sister wasn't playing in them like dollhouses; Rima who? She turned so that her back was pressed against the house. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed he wouldn't come any closer.
She didn't hear anything else. She opened her eyes and peered around the edge of the house.
Bad idea.
Her face almost rammed right into his. He was about an inch from her face, looking at her curiously.
And even though she knew a psychotic killer was about inches from her, she could only think of one thing;
Rima was right. He was hot.
He was tall, with untidy cobalt hair and eyes that looked like the ocean, endless tunnels of gorgeous dark blue color. His face was heart-shaped, and he wore almost the exact thing as Amu, only it was more boyish and he wasn't wearing a baseball hat.
"Hi," He said. She shivered; ACK, SEDUCTIVE VOICE! "What's your name?"
"A-Amu," She whispered, squeezing her eyes shut and praying he wasn't going to kill her.
"Amu," He looked thoughtful, than straightened up and offered her his hand. "My name is Ikuto."
She took his hand, than let go almost immediately, startled. His skin was ice cold. He titled his head to one side, confused.
"Something wrong?"
She shook her head, than took his hand again and pulled herself up.
"Amu!? Amu, are you okay? Are you dead?! DID HE KILL YOU!??!" Rima's voice shouted over the speaker on the ground.
Amu cursed herself. Shut up, Rima! Why did I bring you along!?
Ikuto leaned down and picked up the walkie-talkie, frowning. Than he looked at me.
'What's her name?' He mouthed.
"Rima," Amu whispered.
He smiled and pressed the talk button on the side. "Hello, Rima."
Her screamed stopped suddenly, than she stuttered, "W-where's A-amu?"
"She's fine, she's right here." He held the walkie-talkie out to Amu.
She accepted it. "I'm fine, Rima," Her voice was raspy, and she cleared her throat silently.
There was silence on the other line.
"DON'T GO INTO THE LIGHT, AMU! DON'T! I HAVE MY CELL, I'LL CAL L THE FIRE BRIGADE!"
"CHILL!" Amu screamed. "BREAHTE, RIMA!"
The sound of hyperventilating on the other line could be heard.
"Breathe," Amu repeated. "In and out. In and out."
Beside her Ikuto suddenly laughed. She looked at him.
"What?"
He raised his eyebrow.
She stared at him, than suddenly her slow mind processed it. She hit him on the shoulder. "You pervert! That-"
The rest of her insult was drowned out by thunder rolling above. Before they could even look up, it started to our sheets of rain.
"Ew!" Amu wailed. "My outfit's going to get all wet!"
A hand locked around her wrist, and she look up to see Ikuto holding tightly to her arm. He turned and began to pull her.
Amu could really see anything, so she simply clung to his arm, squinting through the downpour.
There was a scream, and Amu met the eyes of Rima as she fell over. Her eyes accessed Amu clutching Ikuto's arm, and she gasped.
"C'mon, Rima!" Amu grumbled, reaching down and pulling Rima up. Rima clung to her, hugging her around the waist.
Ikuto ran forward, and Amu and Rima stumbled beside him. He reached the font door and kicked it out of the way. Once inside, Amu and Rima could see properly, but they were too exhausted to care. It was warm, and that's all that mattered.
Ikuto closed the door and bolted the locks. He leaned against it and sighed, closing his eyes.
The sharp tap of high heels came from the hall above the stairs, and all three look up to see a teenage girl there. She was slender, beautiful, with long blonde hair held in pigtails and large amethyst eyes. She wore a short black dress, and she spotted the two girls and crossed her arms. Than she saw Ikuto and her anger changed to happiness.
"Ikuto," She cried joyfully, running down and embracing him. He patted her on the back.
"Utau," He pushed her away as she tried to step up and kiss him.
She turned, looking disappointed that she didn't get a kiss. She spotted the girls again and her disappointment turned to confusion, and a cold glint shone in her eyes. "Who are these girls?"
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There we go! Please R&R! Thankies!
This is Veronica signing off!
