Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SHUGO CHARA, MY GOSH.
Warning: To be filled?
A/N: pssh, I know that Ikuto is like, five years older than Amu. But, I shortened the distance, so back off D8
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Soft sounds sunk into thin air, it wavered as an aura of misery and depression flowed through to the measureless audience, spread before him as they stared with amazed expressions. The violinist had his eyes closed, though the piece was a song of despair, it brought a calm expression on his face. It seemed like a story, somehow, to a certain girl in the audience.
It seemed like his story. And then, his eyes slowly opened from there, gazing at his violin even after he stopped. Silence.
It pierced the air as the boy began to look up to the audience, the look of calmness and peaceful look on his face had vanished, replaced by a rather indifferent expression that carried the sign of boredom. He must have been only eighteen or so. Midnight blue hair flew over his eyes, the wind seemed to pick up speed as he turned around without another word and descended from the stairs. He never had inside concerts, and many people wondered why, but the boy was never much of a talker. Which was why his next move was surprising.
"Hello," the girl looked up; hazel eyes widened as she realized he was talking to her, her hands were clasped around another hand. Her little sister's, though, the younger girl began to fidget and ran somewhere where their mother must have been. The girl was silent, though the way her teeth sunk into her lower lip made him think that she was probably more than a little surprised. Girls besides her began to cross their arms and eyed the pinkette with insensitive eyes.
He had noticed the difference from her and the rest of the audience, not just her bright strawberry pink hair, but the way she seemed to act. She didn't look at him with admiration, amazement, or anything like that. She just seemed to take it all in, not expecting much from him. And he liked that.
She nodded in acknowledgment, which only made him a little bit more interested.
"Do I have the right to know your name?" he asked, aware that his heart race was a little faster than normal, but he only passed it off as nervousness from talking to a girl other than his sister or mother. Though, the way she just stared at him with those innocent hazel eyes, that blank stare, made him feel a little uncomfortable in the chest. He didn't want to know what the feeling was, other than perhaps a tiny bit of interest.
"Amu." her voice seemed to come out like a bell, light and lingering in his ears. He only nodded and gave her his name, though; he knew she would have probably knew it anyhow.
"Amu? Where are you? We're going home!" that must have been her mother, he realized. And as she turned away, he couldn't help but want to grab onto her, he wanted to keep her there with him. Maybe he could have talked more with her, learned more about her, maybe they could have been friends. He somehow wanted to... know her.
And then she turned around to look back at him.
Maybe it was the wind. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she already knew no matter how creative she was, she would have never been able to create an image like him. Did the corner of his lips really did turn up a little? But, she would probably never know, because this would probably be the last time they saw each other. It was dangerous, the way a familiar feeling started to stir in her chest, and she knew she couldn't afford to corrupt another person. She smiled. It was a nice goodbye, even if they didn't even know each other, though.
But, of course. That wasn't going to be their last encounter.
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Amu sat beside the window, her pale fingers gingerly touched the gray curtain, and began lifting it aside, staring at the gray scene before her with an apathetic expression. Rain poured down the streets of Seiyo, a frown began to tug at the end of her mouth.
Her mother and Ami were out, visiting her father. They had invited Amu, but she already knew she had no right to go. After all, she was the one who caused him to be in the hospital in the first place. She sighed. The consequences were to never end for her, they would stick to her like a curse, until her last breath.
She was sitting on a couch by the window, in a room provided by the hotel she was staying in. Someone had invited her, she didn't know who, but she knew that it must not have been someone bad, because Midori herself gave Amu the letter with the ticket.
She dropped her hand and slumped on the couch, she looked up ahead, a felt no comfort in the spacious room.
She felt as if something had left her body. Her spirit, in a way, she already knew she was no longer really Amu. She only hoped that she was only a substitute for the real Amu, and she hoped that the real Amu would come back soon. Because right now it didn't seem right. For her to be here. Not just in the hotel, but ... just here.
On earth. Living. Breathing.
She didn't deserve that.
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She woke up instantly, looking to her side at the phone, who was screaming at her. She only stared at it until it stopped screaming, and got up from her seat, and picked up the phone.
Redial.
Whoever called her picked up on the first ring, and she only sighed, walking back to the couch to twirl her fingers in the tangle of the phone cord.
"Hello?"
"Hello."
She felt cold when she realized who it was. She almost dropped the phone. She wanted to.
It made no sense.
Why was he calling her?
Silence.
"Amu?"
"…Hi, Tadase."
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A/N: I was ABOUT TO -thissss closeee- into making Ikuto call Amu. But then, I realized how much drama I could create because of Taddie's little phone call.
Yoomie: WTF did he call anyway?
A/N: oh, nothing, really. He only dialed the wrong number for pizza. (:
Yoomie: -silent-
REVIEW FEEDBACK~~~
reggierock: Thank you! Sorry, really busy this week TTATT, couldn't update. But I did now! I just hope I don't fail to at least to satisfy you TTATT (LOOL, I sound so retarded. "Fail to please you?" XDDDDDDDDD)
Neko-meme: Awww, thanks (: that just totally made my day! Well, someone had to be the antagonist of the story, and I wasn't going to make it Saaya because ... shes just been used to much xD