Ikuto pov
"Amu, what the hell are you doing?" I screamed, snatching up her bloody wrists from the raised floor. I remembered her eyes to be a breathtaking gold, with endless depth and happiness… but what I saw was… I didn't know what I saw. There was just nothing there. Her eyes were flat. Stripped of emotion, and any other kind of feeling. They seemed to hold the same hue, somehow, but instead of being kind and familiar… the color… was cold.
Tearing my eyes painfully from her… black holes, I used my coat to apply pressure to her wrists first, seeing as they were bleeding the most.
"Don't." Her voice was as her eyes, a void of anything and everything she was before. The one word made me want to cry. It was as if someone had taken Amu- my bubbly, happy-go-lucky, Amu, and scraped her down until she was the flat nothing that was before me.
I didn't heed her ludicrous demand and continued mopping up her blood with my jacket using one hand, and patting my pockets in hope for my cell phone with the other. I cursed; I had left it on the train. Well, it looked like we were walking to the hospital then.
"I said don't." A hand clamped around the wrist holding the cloth to her skin… hard. So hard, in fact that I screamed out, which was very unlike me.
I struggled in her grasp, but her grip was strangely like steel. It wasn't how I remembered Amu, seeing as I'd always have to save her.
"Is this because of me…? If so… I'm sorry, Amu." I had to know. Did my leaving cause this somehow? This… complete 180? It would kill me if that were the case, but I would take responsibility.
Her long bloody pink locks fell in her eyes, and I saw the first of her emotions since arriving. A sick twisted smirk contorted her features.
"Save your pity. I'm exactly who I want to be, Ikuto." A shiver ran down my spine at how she'd said my name. It was a cruel chuckle filled with malicious hate. She rose swiftly and suddenly, dashing off into the midday sun, leaving behind only her bruising fingerprints on my arm.
"Amu…" I whispered sadly. But she wasn't Amu, that-that… that thing wasn't my bumbling hot-headed little pinkette. Hell no, she was just her temporary replacement, because I would be getting my Amu- the real Amu back, soon. Just you watch.