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"Mom! I'm leaving!" Ikuto called out, slipping on his black shoes.

There was no reply, so Ikuto took that as a sign that his mom had fallen asleep in the middle of breakfast again. He sighed and quietly opened the door and took off.

Along the way, he noticed that today was colorful. The blue sky, the white clouds, the gray sidewalk, the multi-colored houses. Everything was a new color. But as his mind continued to imagine about color, he recalled yesterday's incident with Amu. He had wanted to ask her a few questions yesterday, but she hadn't shown up to any other classes.

"Ikuto-chii!" a perky voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Ikuto lazily moved his eyes forward and saw Yaya, jumping around. It was then that he noticed that he was near the school.

"Good morning!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. The people beside her covered their ears and walked away from the brunette.

He gave her a small nod of acknowledgment, "Yo."

"Let's skip to the school!" she grinned, her pearly whites shining.

"I'm fine," Ikuto rejected.

The young girl pouted, her cheeks puffed. She waited a moment before suggesting something else, "Well, let's run then!"

"No thank you," he declined

Once again, her cheeks puffed up and she pouted to herself, "Fine, we'll walk."

"Uh-huh."

The small walk to the school gates was silent and deafening, at least to Yaya. The brown-haired-girl ran ahead, leaving Ikuto to himself. As soon as Ikuto reached the school gates he almost let out a yelp, but caught himself just in time.

"Hello," a gruff voice greeted.

"Hello there, Amu," Ikuto smirked.

The rosette turned away, her school bag over her shoulder.

"Your face is all red," Ikuto commented, his smirk growing wider.

Amu's small hands covered her cheeks, "Red?"

"Yeah, do you need a mirror to see?"

Amu turned to him, her eyes shooting out death beams, "I'm not stupid!" she stuck out her tongue.

Ikuto quietly chuckled to himself and dismissed the rude attempt, "I never said you were but thank you for admitting it."

"Stop it! Stop! Stop! Stop! Yaya hates fighting!" Yaya broke in, her voice as high pitched as it could go.

"Whatever," Ikuto shrugged, beginning his walk to the school buildings.

"Fine," Amu mumbled, crossing her arms.

Once Ikuto was out of earshot from the girls, Amu pulled out her art assignment and looked at it, turning to Yaya, "Do you think it looks okay?"

The brunette studied it for a while and gave Amu a thumbs-up, "It looks great!"

Amu sighed in relief and gave a small smile to Yaya, "Thanks."

….::….

"Good morning class!" Nikaidou called out, entering his classroom.

"Good morning Nikaidou-sensei," the class chanted back.

The scruffy-haired man nodded in acknowledgement and began the role call. Ikuto sighed and looked forward. Surprisingly, to well everybody, Amu had shown up to homeroom.

As soon as Nikaidou finished calling role, he glanced at Amu, a wide grin plastered across his face, "Welcome back Himamori-san."
The rosette looked at him, an annoyed look on her face, "It's Hinamori."

"Yes, yes."

Throughout the class, Ikuto didn't do anything else but look in front of him. He kept a close eye on Amu's every movement. Of course, the precious day in art class was still glued to his mind.

When homeroom ended, he half expected Yaya to come and bother him. However, to his surprise, she wasn't even within a twelve-inch distance from him. Taking that as a sign that he could go to class by himself, he picked up his bag and scurried off to class.

….::….

Ikuto walked through the colorfully painted door and took the seat he sat at yesterday.

"Ikuto-chii!"

The sapphire-eyed man jumped at the shout. He turned around and noticed Yaya at the far corner, waving violently. He shifted his eyes a little to the left and noticed Amu, who was sitting on the wooden stool as if she didn't have a single care in the world.

"Hello," he greeted, taking a seat next to Amu.

The rosette looked at him scornfully, her lips were pursed in disgust, "Sit somewhere else." She demanded.

He simply shrugged and a small smirk played on his lips, "I can't. Every other seat is taken."

Amu huffed and looked around the room, Sure enough, every seat was occupied by students. She sighed and crossed her arms, "Whatever."

Ikuto chuckled and waited patiently for class to start. As soon as he saw Miki walk through the door, a small "Good morning Miki-sensei," left his lips.

He settled into his seat and picked up a cup of pencils that were lying near his stool. Taking out a charcoal pencil –as instructed- he noticed that the rosette was looking at her cup, a blank look on her face. He creased his eyebrows and reached into her cup, pulling out the charcoal.

"It's this one," he said.

"I already knew that," she snapped at him, a deep glare plastered on her face.

Ikuto raised his arms and started to sketch out the same exact fruit bowl as yesterday with his charcoal pencil, as the class was instructed.

….::….

"Great, this is a whole lot better than yesterday Tsukiyomi. Keep it like this," Miki grinned.

Ikuto controlled his muscles from giving the smile that was itching to come out. He tried his best to keep his calm, collected face and simply gave a satisfied nod.

"Well Hinamori," Miki started, staring at the charcoal sketch intently, "This isn't that bad, continue with this work will you? And by the way, that painting that I was supposed to receive today?"

Amu reached into her bag ad pulled up a rolled sheet a paper. Miki slid off the blue rubber band and looked at it thoughtfully, a satisfied look on her face, "Excellent, this one is much better."

Ikuto scooted his stool bank to sneak a glance. He had to admit, the colors were perfect and the same exact colors they were supposed to be. The apples and strawberries were red and the oranges were, well, orange.

Ikuto stared back at his sketch, a confused thought floating around in his mind. He couldn't help but think about Amu's sudden change.

….::….

Tweeeet!

Ikuto winced at the loud, shrieking sound. He wanted to cover his ears, but the PE teacher had started to keep a close eye on him ever since he accidentally blurt out that she was too hyper. His classmates had whooped and agreed with him, but the teacher, Ran-sensei had given him a stern look and a quick lap around the track.

The blue-haired man sighed and leaned back against the white walls of the gymnasium. He tried to focus on the current basketball game that was before him, but he found no interest in big, sweaty guys passing around an orange ball. He silently watched as the guys dribbled the ball around and sighed in relief that he was not one of them. Although Ran-sensei was still angry with him for insulting her, she had agreed to let him sit out on this game.

Tweeeet!

This time he grimaced and covered his ears. He exhaled and turned to Ran, who was grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Girls are up next," she instructed, her smile never leaving her face.

His sapphire-eyes watched as the girls reluctantly stood up and strolled over to the court. Among the group of lazy girls, he spotted a pink head that almost seemed enthusiastic about the game. He did a double take and looked again. He hadn't noticed that Amu had shown up to PE class. Hearing all the rumors going around, he figured that Amu would've just shown up to three classes; however she had gone to homeroom, art, and math.

He watched intently at the rosette as she dribbled the ball around, passing it to others, or swishing it into the high hoops. When the game ended, he was unusually disappointed, surprising even himself.

"Good game?" he asked as Amu walked past him.

She turned to him, her pink eyebrows rising up. "I guess?"

At that moment, he regretted having asking her anything, let alone talk to her.

"Why didn't you play?" her pure voice interrupted his thoughts.

His head of blue hair snapped up, "Didn't feel like it."

She chuckled and grinned, "Well, next time then. It's not so bad passing a red ball around."

Ikuto's eyes darted towards the ball that was left on the courts. He quickly shifted his eyes back towards the rosette and looked at her strangely, "What red ball?"

A/N: Woo-hoo! I finished! I got pretty excited as I wrote this, shows that I'm a noob. Well, if any of you can guess what Amu's trying to hide, please do tell me in a review! Also tell me what you thought or any noob-ish mistakes you found! Thank you for reading! Please review!