Oh, goodness. I was honestly surprised by all of the author alerts, favorite stories, and such that came in just one day for this story. I was just posting it to y'know.. post it. So, thank you to those who favorited, watched, and reviewed. Here's the second chapter. I'm sorry it's so short, I've never been good at writing really long chapters. But, I'm trying to to post a new chapter daily, or every other day.

Again, thanks to all of you ~

R&R?

Ikuto's Point of View:

Oh, Amu. Why would you go out like that? Are you trying to get, I dunno, molested? Seriously, I don't understand her. She's been going out like this the past couple of weeks.. is she trying to piss me off? True, she's totally oblivious that I've been watching her for the past three weeks.. but, still. God, I already know what she does to me, but those other men that fawn over her in the crowded streets? I don't even wanna know what the hell they're thinking. I want to be there for her, I really do. It's killing me, seeing her cry and mope. But, I deserve the pain she's giving me, as I caused so much more to her. I left. I kept a promise that I would come back, come back to be with her, to be by her side, caring for her every need. I didn't. I didn't call. I was so god damn absorbed in my father. My father, who was always there. Always, and I never fucking knew. I wasted almost three years looking for a man all across the world, and he was right there. Three years I wasted, three years I could have been, should have been, with her, Amu. But, I'm back now, and I'm going to make up for it, I swear I will.

Narrative Point of View:

As Amu Hinamori strolled down the paved streets, humming as her sandals created a bouncy beat, she was unaware of the man she loved, the man she's been longing to be with, was right along with her, but not.. not exactly. Let's just call Ikuto Tsukiyomi a bit of a well, a stalker. Hidden from her sight, Ikuto followed the teen, simple and easy. She looked straight forward as she walked, never behind her, never to the side.

When Amu reached the park, her eyes shifted to a lonely tree. She walked over to it, and sat down in the tree's cooling shadow, leaning against the rough trunk of the old tree. Closing her bright, golden eyes, she enjoyed the cool of the tree's shadow, battling the summer sun's blazing heat.

Ikuto pulled himself up in a large tree, able to see in the sight of his young love. He sighed, looking over her slender body, ignoring the dirty thoughts that came to his mind. He couldn't try anything like that on her now. She's been tainted by his abandonment, she's torn, he's the only one that can help her, and he needs to act soon.

Almost like a miracle, sounding in the worst words, Amu Hinamori fainted, the sun's heat stealing her focus. This caused the lovestuck man to jump from the tree quietly, walking over to the dehydrated angel in his midnight eyes. Leaning down, he wrapped his muscular arms around her, and lifted her feeble body off of the soft grass, taking her in his arms like his own bride.

''Oh, Amu.. '' Ikuto spoke quietly, beginning to walk away from the park. ''Why did I ever leave you? I'm such a fool.. forgive me, my love." He whispered, planting his soft lips on her forehead gently, leaving her a kiss.

- Two hours later

The pinkette awoke from her slumber in an unfamiliar place, sitting up slowly in the soft bed underneath her. She looked around at the clean, sleek room, inhaling the air, as she widened her eyes at the familiar cinnamon-like scent. 'No..' she thought. 'It.. It can't be him..'

She took one of the soft, down pillows in her arms and held it close to her face, like it was Ikuto himself. She hugged the pillow tightly as she looked down to the ground at her bare feet. No sandals. This person, whoever they are, they took care of her. She looked around the room for any pictures to reveal her caretaker's identity, and found nothing. She sighed heavily, licking her dry lips.

Suddenly, the door creaked open slowly, causing the beauty to look over at the door, to look over at the tall, slender figure now standing in the doorway. It was him.