I sighed.

This was a hard thing to deal with.

My mother… and everything she had been through to protect me, and in the process, she died. My sister… I know she's safe with my aunty. She's fine, I know it.

I just wish I was safe enough where I could live by myself, in my house.

Or at least, It would be nice, if I could get my stuff, belongings.

Aruto would never agree to that.

I maybe could ask—no. I'm not asking that male son of his.

I don't know him, yet I don't want to talk to him.

He seems like a punk I don't want to mess with, not like a gangster where he'd dare hurt me, but he seems to be one of those boy's that is rude.

I sighed. There is no way I'm asking that annoying-

Knock knock. Who's there?

"Hello?" he walked in, obviously looking for me.

I was still in shock, and in real bad shape, well, my heart was.

"What if I was changing, you don't just barge in on a girl." I whipered emotionless.

Ikuto's point of view.._

This was a tough nut. Really was.

Changing? If I really want to be-friend this girl, I have to get on her good side, maybe asking her help to go get her belongings was a start.

"Changing, you don't even have any clothes here." I sighed.

"Let's go." She shot her head upward.

"Where?" she whispered, alerted.

"Your house, you'll be staying with us a long time, until we get everything sorted out, and until that happens, you will stay here, so let's go get your—whatever you need."

I talked back..

She had a sweet smile on her face.

I liked that. WAIT—WHAT!

Amu's point of view.. ~

He understands me it seems to be! This is my chance. I thought eagerly, since Aruto wouldn't allow me to leave for being on a good side.

~the park:On their way to Amu's

"So." Ikuto started. "your 11?"

She coughed. "12!" he laughed. "I was close too!"

"Not funny. I'm still upset, so don't bother me." I whispered quietly to the cement.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to the sky. "I just want to lighten your mood."

He sighed looking at me, witch I knew, because I was watching his every move. "I don't know what it's like.. to lose somebody important to you. All I have is pity for others when they have lost somebody important to them."

I looked at him, admiringly. He's so lucky. I wish I ould have lived a life a like to his, it seems easier and happier.

I just want to be me, and I want to stay true, and learn to be a better, happier person, even though everything that has happened lately.

Maybe this was a person who was willing to help me.