Sigh I got bad results from my first one I made so I made My Killer Obsession Amuto and reviewed it as much as I could to make sure I didn't miss anything or mispronounce a thing..I am a first starter story maker so I know I'll make some mistakes every now and then…

Summary:

Ikuto became japans 1# uncaught killer. Why? Because of her.

EDITED My Killer Obsession.

A sigh came from an almost empty house as an 8-year-old boy, Tsukiyomi Ikuto of course, practice his miniature violin in his father's music room.

Aruto Tsukiyomi, A retired famous violinist who once traveled almost everywhere you could ever name. He had his rich years; being free and sightseeing places he performed for almost millions of people world-wide. But he stopped that after falling in love with an interesting person so amusing and great to him, he retired early to just become a music teacher and live closer to her and start a family. He uses his teaching skills at home also, helping his son, Ikuto, in becoming maybe a famous violinist as well as he was.

As we come back from the memory-lane of Aruto, our frustrated Ikuto is learning to play one of his father's first songs as his starter practice for today. Each high tuned note he made only screamed in his ear as a high-pitched screeching came from his instrument. Tired of this as he is, he almost threw down the violin and screamed in frustration, but he soon knew his father would get at him for throwing down such a precious object. Sighing for the maybe hundredth time today, he restarted the song and tried again, again, and again, but once again only coming out as a screeching high pitched noise.

"Ikuto?" A blue-haired man called, "Are you having trouble?" Knowing that noise anywhere since he use to make it before as a child, Aruto came in the music room with a amused face expression on him. He had a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and casual comfortable blue jeans while wearing black socks. He looked at his son, wanting a truthful answer instead of 'No, I got it!' or 'No, Father, I just slipped for a moment'. He wasn't buying it this time.

"No, father, I-"

"I'm not buying it."

Ikuto blinked once, then twice at his father. "Buy what?" The confused bluette looked at his father. Did he think he was lying? Of course he did, he said the word 'No' one too many times before and it's probably getting old for him. Of course, he knew.

"I know you're having trouble, just fess up and say so instead of being a hard-head with it." Aruto replied with a teasing tone at the end of his sentence. Boy did he know his son, he was easy to read.

Ikuto, once again sighed and looked sternly at his father. "I have no trouble; just one bloody note won't cooperate with me as all." Ikuto turned to his violin as he said so, blaming it as if it's the one needing help instead of him. Great, a new excuse to add in the book of 'Lies from Ikuto'.

"Mhm…" Aruto only replied, "Well let's see if I can teach the violin the problem this time." He said playfully, going along with his sons blaming game as we walked towards his little blue-haired twin. He took his violin and looked at it, then, he took the bow from him and searched for the string on the violin that was making that screaming in the first place. He could tell which one it was just by looking at which string. "Let's see…" Aruto looked at the strings carefully, finally finding the string causing the horror of his son's practice.

"Ah, so you're the one who's causing the horrific noise. Tsk tsk, I think I need to fix you." Aruto said as he carefully and skillfully ran the bow across the violin and made a beautiful sound other than the screaming caused by his son. Ikuto looked at him with a blank expression because he didn't like the fact his father shows off when he makes mistakes. It annoyed him. "You just need to angle it a bit to the right then start leaning the bow towards the left when you slide it to make it not screech." Aruto smiled at Ikuto, trying not to laugh at his mad expression when he explained it like it was that easy.

"Fine," Ikuto said looking away as if he didn't care, "I'll try that...Thanks..." he mumbled at the end and started practicing again. When he heard how good it sounded when going on how his father instructed, he almost smiled, but hid it perfectly before he could twitch his lips into that happy curve.

"You've been playing harder and harder every day after school, would you like to take a break for today?" His father suggested. He seen Ikuto work his fingers off to the bone with his bow and violin and that made him very proud on how hard he's working at becoming good at the instrument. He thought this morning they could out and have fun, he hasn't seen Ikuto actually 'play' in a while like a normal child, so he decided to take him to the park.

"I'm perfectly fine playing my violin, so no thank you." Ikuto replied back as he practice the same note over and over, making sure he would remember the same direction his father told him. He was about to try again only to get his violin taken away and in his hand, his violin was replaced with a big hand. Aruto had leaded the way towards the outside, a place where his son has not been in a while only to go to school and back. "F-Father!" Ikuto protested, "I said I'm fine with practicing, please let me go." He tried loosening the grip of his father only to fail miserably. He tried once more but then gave up, an 'hmph' sound coming from his lips.

"Don't worry, you'll have fun, and I asked an old friend of mine to come along with his child." Aruto explained to his squirming son after he heard about the other child his father is setting him up with. He hated his father's little 'play dates' he had set him up with in the pass years. All of them were rather too noisy and hyper, or too shy and boring. He hated every one of them.

Ikuto was an outcast in his school because he loved education and despised activities. He wasn't good with basketball, he would miss the hoop feet by feet and miss it or he would lose the ball easily while bouncing it. He wasn't good with soccer either, he couldn't kick the ball and keep up with it at the same time and he would miss the goal by kicking it too high. He was horrible at football the most because he had no strength and he wasn't a very good runner. He just loved work and music; he was just like his father. But of course, Aruto tried his best to change that 'work' part about him, he knew it wasn't healthy.

"It will be fun, trust me." Aruto said, looking back at his son with a smile on his face. "I know you and him will have a very good time together."

Ikuto mumbled under his breath, "You always say that…" As he tried to keep up with his father, he knew it will be hell soon.

(At the park)

Aruto had finally dragged the boy towards the park. Would it have killed him to at least walk along with him instead of struggling? They arrived there, Aruto searching for his friend with his son. He couldn't wait and see how they would react with each other. Since Aruto was good friends with him, he thought that their sons could be good friends like their fathers were. He searched north, south, east, and west of the park but no signs of his friend at all.

"Aruto!" A man yelled out near the entrance of the park trying to get the attention of the older bluette. Aruto turned to the voice, knowing the face as soon as he took a glance at him. Tsumugu Hinamori, Aruto's old friend, had brown hair that passed his ear by an inch, with honey gold eyes and light tanned skin. He had a regular white plain t-shirt with a blue jean jacket over it that was unbutton, along with dark blue jean pants and white tennis shoes. "Long time no see, took me forever to get here, I had a traffic jam a little" Tsumugu said as he rubbed the back of his head nervously. "But I'm here, where's your boy?" He asked looking around Aruto's leg for his mini-twinned son.

"Oh, he's over there at the lake while I looked for you…Where's your boy?" Aruto looked at him confused, not seeing a little person around his leg either.

"Boy? I don't have a boy…" Tsumugu looked at him like he had lost his mind. He never said 'son' so what made him assume that?

"EH?" Was all he said, "But you said you had a—""Child, not boy" Tsumugu said, interrupting Aruto's sentence. "I have a daughter, Amu-chan. What made you think I had a 'son'?" Tsumugu looked at him questioningly.

"Well….you did say let our kids play and you knew I had a son so I just assumed…Ah, never mind about it, it's probably better since he's not too good with boys and sports. Probably peace and ease with another child is all he needs…instead of roughhousing and what not with the boys, he loves music and studying…" Aruto explained to his friend, looking off towards his son in a concerned matter. "Where is…Um..."

"Amu," Tsumugo repeated, "Amu-chan, Come here for a moment." He called out to his 5-year-old daughter, who was looking at some flowers on the ground. She came up to him showing her bright honey comb colored eyes. She had long sakura pink hair that was in two pig tails that were tied in white ribbons making them look short, with bright peach colored skin and rosy cheeks. She was wearing pink overalls with a puffy white sleeved shirt under it and some pink and white converse shoes. Overall, she looked very cute and innocent.

"Yes papa?" The pinkette asked her father staring at him with those golden orbs. "Who is that man?" She asked pointing towards the rather larger bluette.

"This is my friend, Aruto, the father of the boy I was telling you about you're going to play with today. Aruto, this Amu, my daughter" saying Tsumugu, making sure Aruto knew that he had whatsoever no son around. "See that boy over there?" He pointed to Ikuto, "That's the boy you're going to play with today, okay?" He said with a warm smile on his face.

"Oh…another play-date?..." Amu asked with a disappointed expression on her face. "He's probably gonna want to play sports or pull my hair…immature…" She told, having an experience with boys before when her mother brought home guests and they had children. They rather wanted to play with her toys and not her, or just mess with her. She hated play-dates. No. despised them.

"N-no, no this one's different, he isn't into sports and he isn't as roughhousing, so you two should both get along." Her father tried to convince her he's not like that, but deep inside he knew she wasn't going to be fooled easily.

"Fine…" Amu sighed and walked towards the mini Aruto, who's doing absolutely nothing but staring into space. I bet he's probably an idiot…I hate it when papa tries and set people up with me, I'm perfectly fine playing with Ami and Kukai… The pink thought as she was walking towards to probably worst nightmare. She put on a smile and tapped the boy on the shoulder who was staring at nothing. "Hello there." She said with a bright smile.

"Go away." was all she heard from the boy.

"Nani?" She wanted to make sure she heard him right.

"I said Go Away" The voice replied again.

"What's your problem?" she said with a stern voice and easily getting annoyed with him.

"I don't want to play with a little girl." He said with a teasing in his voice.

"LITTLE?" Amu exclaimed, "I have you know I'm five and probably not too much younger than you, little boy" she said, mocking his teasing voice with a satisfied emotion inside of her. No boy dares mock Hinamori Amu.

"I'm eight, nine in November." He simply said without any hesitation.

Amu looked at the boy stand up, towering over her showing how tall and older he was and making sure she knew. Amu gulped at this, his father never let her play with a near nine year old before, they're mostly her age or a year older. "So, I don't want to play, little girl." Ikuto said to the girl and sat back down. He just wanted to go back to his peaceful home, and do his favorite thing, playing the violin.

When he sat back down, she did the unthinkable.

She (blanked) Him

Note: When I put (blank) that means I'm saving what happened and for people to figure out what happened until the next chapter. I thought that would be fun and sort of suspense like.

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