I do not own anything. Thank your one and only Menacing Terror for reminding me I have a story that I'm forgetting an awful lot about. I wonder what I should do about my memory.
"Who is that?" Ikuto growled through the phone.
"Nobody really, just a bystander," Amu tried to laugh it off, attempting to close the bathroom door; but Kyo put his foot in the door.
"Is that what you call your roommate for your whole four years of college? 'Just a bystander'?" Kyo sighed. "Guess we have lots of time to get to know each other anyway."
"Was that a man?" Her boyfriend asked, containing his anger for his little strawberry. "I thought we talked about this."
"Ikuto, it's not really anything. He's in the same situation as me. He didn't mean for any of this to happen. He's just as innocent as me," She tried to soothe her boyfriend.
"He deprived me of one of the best joys of my life, listening to my Amu say MY name and add the 'I love you' in her sweet voice. Not to mention that he can see you every day and that he sleeps with you. Amu, how do you expect me to trust that guy?" Ikuto snarled.
"Don't worry, Ikuto. I won't steal her from you," He said.
"See, Ikuto. Not every guy is after me," Amu smiled, mouthing thanks to her new roommate.
"I'll allow it, if you say it," Ikuto smugly requested.
"Nakamura-san, could you step out?" She asked.
"No, you have to say it in front of him. Show him who owns you," He ordered.
"That's right, Amu. You need to show me your commitment to him," Kyo agreed.
"I'm not yours," Amu yelled at him.
"No, you're wrong. You're mine as much as I am yours. I love you, Amu-koi," Ikuto replied with a soft, tender tone.
"I love you, too, Ikuto," Amu whispered.
"I have to go, I love you, Amu," He chuckled.
"I love you, Ikuto," She said, hanging up.
"Some boyfriend you have there," Kyo laughed, treading back to his desk and sorting out his stuff.
"He's always like that," She said, hugging her phone for a moment with that loving smile.
"Since we don't have classes, would you like to practice with me?" He offered, pulling out his guitar.
"Sounds tempting, but we both need to unpack our bags and sort it all out." Amu laid her huge suitcase and guitar on her bed, turning her phone on silent.
"How long would it take you to pack?" He strummed his guitar experimentally.
"About 5 minutes. I don't have much." She opened her bag. He had been expecting a lot of clothes and make up in that big suitcase, but only one fourth of the bag was actually of clothes and the basic toiletries. The rest of the suitcase was just music books; music scores; empty music sheets; a case of spare picks, strings, and bridge pins; a box of mostly pencils and few pens; and other music things.
"How about you listen to me play one song and I listen to you play a song?" The orange haired man said.
"Why are you so insistent on playing a song?" She sighed, putting her clothes into the bureau.
"I personally just want to listen to the great Hinamori Amu of Embryo," He confessed.
"I'm not that good," She denied.
"Okay, whatever you say, Miss Modest," He said.
"Just play your song. I'm packing, Nakamura-san." She had already finished putting away her clothes and was placing her books on the three shelves above her desk.
"I call this Chasing Cars (by Snow Patrol. Don't Own)," He cleared his throat, strumming the introduction.
"We'll do it all Everything On our own
We don't need Anything Or anyone
If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world?
I don't quite know How to say How I feel
Those three words Are said too much They're not enough"
Amu finished placing all her books up with the help of the chair and just placed her case of spare music supplies and box of pens and pencils on the desk along with her laptop.
"If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world?
Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden That's bursting into life
All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes They're all I can see
I don't know where Confused about how as well Just know that these things Will never change for us at all
If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world?"
"What do you think?" He asked, placing his guitar down and opening his suitcase.
"For whom did you write the song?" She asked, placing her toiletries in the bottom cabinet of the sink and walking back to her bed.
"What are you talking about?" Kyo gave her a strange look.
"The song isn't bad, but the emotion you put into the song isn't enough," Amu sighed.
"Then show me who's boss," He challenged.
"Not trying to pick a fight, big guy," She informed him.
"Doesn't matter. I want to see this great Amu," He grinned, putting the last of his clothes away.
"You don't even need to pack. Why should you waste your time on such trivial things? You need to study for our class today," Amu said. She wouldn't let her guard down because Ikuto didn't seem satisfied with it yet.
"It's only orientation tomorrow. Come on, please," He pleaded for the music.
"Fine only one song," She gave in. "Ichiban no Takaramono also known as My Precious Treasure (from Angel Beats. Don't Own). She strummed the introduction just like he did a while ago.
"Whenever we saw each other, all we did was fight, but those were also wonderful memories you taught me so much. I'm not scared anymore.
No matter how difficult, I can grab hold of happiness. That's why…
I'll go by myself, even if it looks painful. The dream I had with you, I'll always carry it. I'm glad I was with you.
There was no one else, but when I woke up in the morning, you weren't there."
Kyo was captivated by the overflowing passion in this song. Was it the song or her? The song felt as if it had her soul etched into it, or was that just his imagination?
"I thought we could play forever, but I know that's just what I believed. I don't regret being born any longer.
Like the feeling after a festival, it's sad; but let's move on little by little. I'll go anywhere that you know. Your dream of happiness, I can grant it;
And I'll show you even if I'm separated from you no matter how far in the new morning I'll be born again."
He didn't believe all the rumors about this enchanting songstress, thinking that they were just the usual press propaganda; but this girl was much more than all those rumors.
"I'll go by myself, even If I'm scared of dying. I can hear your voice. I mustn't die, even if it looks painful.
Even if I'm crying in sadness, deep in my heart I feel your warmth.
The twists and turns of time will change. I can't remember what happened, but if I try and close my eyes, I can hear someone's laughter. Somehow right now that's my most precious treasure."
"What do you think?" She asked the same question he did, but the answer he had in his head was too overwhelming that it couldn't be put into words. No, it's not that it couldn't be put into words; rather, it felt as if he couldn't comprehend this growing warmth.
"For whom did you write this song for?" He mimicked her, reversing the roles. In truth, he wanted to act nonchalant about it all.
"I wrote it for me and Ikuto. Although Ikuto and I never see each other, I'll be okay because as I close my eyes, I can see a memory of him," Amu gleamed.
"Could you tell me about him?" Kyo could see Amu would always glow when she was talking or thinking about Ikuto.
"Would that be okay? Don't you have a social life to uphold?" She giggled.
"It's okay," He smiled.
"Ikuto can sometimes be immature, but although he doesn't show it often, he considers the people around him unless it involves a loved one. He'd probably do anything. Sometimes, he's weak and tries so hard to hide it that he ends up pushing everyone away. He doesn't want anyone to be worrying about him, and that makes it hard to take care of him. He'd rather have people depending on him than the other way around, but although he doesn't like it, he has times when he has to depend on someone. I want so desperately to be that person. I'll be whatever he needs. He's taught me so many things which have made me stronger. He can be hard-headed at times, but he always has a reason for it. Ikuto often boasts about his great looks and is very flirtatious to his girlfriend, especially in public. When we're out in public, he always finds it necessary to declare to the entire population that… I'm his and he's mine…"
The conversation went on without any sign of the end. Kyo was content with the bright smile she gleamed, and Amu lost track of time, talking and thinking about Ikuto. The lack of the acknowledgement of time would have been something Amu would've regretted because 8 o'clock had already passed.
Park 10 o'clock
"Hey, are you Tsukiyomi Ikuto by any chance?" A woman in her twenties came up to the dark figure on the bench. However, he didn't speak, just looking at the path to his right which led to Amu's college.
"Why is she so late?" He thought to himself, looking at how much phone calls he had given her. He couldn't see because his phone had been dead although the phone was full battery when he got there.
"Ikuto-kun, we've got to go to that party for the drama. It's already started," Nikaidou urged him into the car. "You can visit her tomorrow. She's already in bed right now, getting some sleep for school tomorrow."
Meanwhile
Amu was lying her bed, yawning. She hadn't slept last night because she was too excited for this music college. Kyo was sitting on the bedside.
"You know that if you don't watch over Ikuto carefully, he'll exhaust his body… and he always tells me he loves me…"
"Yeah, I know, Amu. It's time to sleep now," Kyo pulled the covers over her.
"I love Ikuto so much…" She drifted away.
I'll make sure to at least update next week. Sowwee~!