Me: This is the second part to Lullaby of the Lilies!
Itachi: Um, Miyumi? Why the long face?
ME: ... This story sucks. T^T
Ember: WHAT? NO IT DOES NOT!
Ikuto: Ayyyy! Screw your other characters! It's all about me and Amu here!
Aiden: Um, screw you. This story would never have been born without me and Ember.
Ember: Hell yea! I'm her first character ever! So suck on those lollipops!
Yaya: Yaya likes lollipops! XD
Me: ... Dirty mind! I have a diiiirty miinnnd!
Ikuto: Lol, you little perv. :)
Amu: Enjoy! Miyumi does not own Shugo Chara!
Me: Man, do I wish!
"Amu!"
"Ikuto!"
Darkness. There was only darkness… And a pool of blood next to a black door, a door that seemed to smiling at her with a malicious grin… Where was that blood coming from?
Amu's breath quickened and her heart raced as her hand clutched the silver knob and she slowly opened the door….
A red garden was opened before her. She was breathless as she shut the door behind her and approached a red lily, lying in a pool of blood. Amu followed the trail of crimson, desperate to find whose blood was tainting the lilies, praying that whoever was bleeding was at least alive. The river of red led her to the cherry blossom tree, whose long limbs were bare and pale, so colorless without their pink blossoms. Underneath the tree, Amu caught a flash of blue, covered in a cloak of red, like Red Riding Hood.
Amu screamed as the empty blue eyes of Ikuto bore into her. "I-Ikuto," she shrieked as she clutched onto him for dear life, wondering why the place where her happiness was born now brought out her darkest fears. The lilies were now red monsters that were threatening to swallow her up. Amu screamed and pulled Ikuto closer toward her, tears falling from her eyes. "Ikuto! Wake up," she cried as the darkness began to engulf her. "Wake up, please. I didn't tell you I love you!"
Amu looked back at the shadows and cried out. There was a face in the shadows, smiling at her with a maniacal sort of glee. "Go away," she screamed as the smile drew closer toward her. "Get away from us!"
It was then that Amu realized why she was so scared.
She couldn't hear the lullaby of the lilies.
Amu startled from her slumber and clutched the cherry blossom in her hands to her racing heart. She'd forgotten all about coming to the field.
She was lying on the cherry tree limb, fingering a cherry blossom lazily with a frightened look in her eyes. It was only a dream, but it felt like a warning of a darker future. She had felt a foreboding sense wash over her as she had continued on through that gruesome dream… She shuddered in fright. "It was only a dream," Amu whispered to herself as she threw the cherry blossom out of her hands. "Damnit, Amu. It was only a dream. Calm down, girl."
Amu stared down at the piece of paper on her lap exasperatedly as the pen in her mouth fluttered with the wind's movements. She hated incomplete poetry. Very much. Yes, focus on the poetry, not the dream. It was just a stupid dream...
Her blood froze over as she read over her poem, now completed, though she didn't remember ever finishing it.
"There once was a boy who played in the flowers.
The feel of his girl's hand is the love that overpowers.
One day, his father blew a storm over his parade.
That was the day, his happiness fled away.
The girl in pink never looked in his direction.
He never knew she held the same affection.
The days grew dark without her smiles and laughter.
Days turned to months, and years followed after.
He sat under a tree from his childhood days.
He never lived tomorrow, since he was stuck in yesterdays.
Without her smiles, there was no meaning to his life.
With a lily in his hands, he grabbed a hold of the knife.
The lilies of the field were painted red with his blood.
The slashes on his body were psychotic symbols of his love.
A smile of darkness touched his lips once more.
One day, he said, they'll meet at the bleeding black door.
A bloody red lily in a field of pure white
Is nothing more than an ominous sight.
A dead kiss on his lips was their love's Achilles.
A century twas passed until they met again in the red lilies.
The lullaby of lilies is no more than a dream.
The smile in the shadows, the quietness of her scream.
His undead soul will never rest until the day he sees;
They will meet again one day, listening to the lullaby of the lilies."
Amu froze with fear as icy pricks dug into her skin. She didn't remember writing these words. 'Oh God,' Amu thought frantically to herself. 'I-I don't remember writing this. This can't be mine!' And as hysteria overtook Amu's whole being, she failed to notice that the lilies in the field were bleeding red.
A crack of thunder overhead! Amu shrieked and clutched the pink journal to her heart. It wasn't supposed to rain yet. She casted the sky an annoyed glare as the grey clouds swirled menacingly above her.
Finally, a curtain of cold rain slammed into Amu, chilling her to the bone and plastering her pink hair to her forehead.
She swayed with the wind as the rain poured down on her. She would just let the rain wash away her sorrows now. It wasn't like anyone cared that she was here. Maybe her family, but they would get over it. Amu sighed and lazily plucked a cherry blossom from the cherry tree as lightning flashed across the dark skies.
"Nothing to do," Amu murmured as she plucked cherry blossoms off the tree. "Nothing to see. Nothing is beautiful in this world of mystery."
...
Something was wrong with the lily field. There were not supposed to be any red lilies in the field, and yet, a scarlet color covered a part of the field like a bloody blanket, cloaking the pure lilies in red.
"What is that," Amu whispered to herself as she leapt from the cherry tree and shook water from her hair. "There isn't supposed to be any red in this field…"
The lilies of the field were painted red with his blood.
Painted Red with his Blood.
His Blood.
Amu screamed and leapt down from the tree limb, fear clutching onto her heart. "No," she shrieked as she ran toward the red lilies. "It was just a dream! I was just my words! This can't be coming true!" Racing toward the red lilies, she caught a flash of blue hair… covered in blood, like a red cloak. The howling wind threatened to tug her away from the sight, but she shook the rain and wind off her back and ran toward the red lilies.
"No! No damnit," Amu shrieked hysterically as she crouched beside the pale faced boy and pulled him into her bosom. "No. No. Don't die. Don't die…"
Faded blue eyes looked up at her as a weak smile tugged on Ikuto's lips.
"Amu... you came… to the field," he wheezed as Amu stroked his wet hair. "I thought… you forgot this place."
Amu laughed hysterically as she kissed Ikuto's forehead.
"You stupid boy," she screamed as she wiped blood of his wet face. "I always come here… to listen to the lullaby of the lilies.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Amu blankly stared at the heart monitor as the nurse continued telling her the diagnosis, even though it was obvious that Amu did not care, as long as Ikuto's heart kept beating. She had been sitting there for a week now, refusing to leave his side until he woke. She wanted to be the first one to see him. She saved him, damnit, so she was going to see him first, no matter what she had to do. "Ikuto," she murmured as the nurse stared at her with wonder. "Why?"
"You love him, don't you?"
Amu shot a sharp glare at the red haired nurse who was staring at her with wonder. "So what if I am," Amu growled roughly as she grasped Ikuto's cold hand in her own. "Is there a problem?" The red haired nurse blushed in embarrassment and shook her head. "N-No," she mumbled weakly as she stared at Amu and Ikuto's clasped hands with scrutinizing green eyes. "It's just... Most women would abandoned their man after finding out that they had tried to kill themself. I think it's brave that you stayed with him. It's awfully sweet, like a romance. Not many love stories like you and his, I'll say."
Amu smile softly at the red haired girl, who awkwardly smiled back at her. "Thanks," Amu whispered as the red haired girl patted her shoulder and left the room. "At least you noticed how perfect he and I were for each other."
Nobody noticed that they were gone. Except her family, but they knew why. Nobody else needed to know where she was. It wasn't any of their business if she was watching over Ikuto for two weeks, barely eating during that time. It didn't matter, because all her pain was worth it when she saw him open his eyes.
"Ikuto!"
She had him in a bear hug instantly as her emotional state finally collapsed. "Y-You almost- and the lilies- Red lilies- like my poem and dream- and your arms- carved the words love and hate- Love and Hate!"
Ikuto stared at her curiously as she mumbled in his hospital gown. "Amu," he muttered sadly as the frail girl cried in his arms. "Have you been here... this whole time?"
"Don't leave me," she cried as she clung tighter onto his shirt. "You promised we'd be friends forever..."
Ikuto smiled sadly as he brushed a stray piece of hair out of Amu's face.
"I'm staying," Ikuto whispered in Amu's ear as she slowly fell asleep. "Friends forever, even if they try to tear us apart. I'm not leaving you again..."
Ikuto smiled softly as Amu fell asleep in his arms, a peaceful smile on her face.
"She never left your side, you know. Not once."
Ikuto turned his head to catch the red haired nurse staring at him pensively.
"She loves you," the nurse continued. "She'd do anything to be with you."
Ikuto blushed and mumbled under his breath.
"That's the reason why we can't be together," Ikuto mumbled as he stared at Amu lovingly.
"Our love is our Achille's heel. It will only bring our downfall. And I'd rather her live hating me, than die loving me."
Amu was sitting beside Ikuto, a smile brightening her face. Ikuto had finally been released from the hospital, but he had to go through therapy to fix his emotional state. Ikuto's hand in hers tightened as he fearfully looked at her.
"I'm scared," he mouthed as they stood in front of the therapist office. Amu clutched his hand tighter and smiled.
"Do't be. I'm right here with you, every step of the way," she chirped as she tugged him toward the revolving door.
"It's all about baby steps, Ikuto," she encouraged as Ikuto took a small step toward the door.
"Every great accomplishment started as a small step."
Ikuto smiled at her and pulled her into his embrace.
"What would I do without you," he sighed as Am wrapped her arms around his waist.
"You'd be as lost without me... as I would be without you."