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I had writer's block so I asked Nekogirl017 for help. You can thank her by voting on her poll. Pretty much have writer blocks for the rest of my stories so if at any time in any of my stories you feel the need, desire, or the mere passing thought of giving me an idea for my stories (Any stories of mine), just pm me the idea and you'll see a new chapter sooner probably. I rushed as I wrote the end. I need sleep…
.::Amu POV::.
"Sorry, Rima-chan."
"You shouldn't just say sorry but beg on your knees for my forgiveness. Sometimes, I wonder where your mind goes when someone's trying to talk to you. I told you that you had to wait for me before you could enter the house, but no~, you had to be little ol' scatter brained you and go off in a house that a molester could be hiding in. Who knows there might even be a group of them? You could have been kissed against your will! Your clothes would have already been ripped to shreds by…" Rima ranted on about the worries that corrupted her mind.
I don't get what's so wrong with being defiled by just a kiss. The kiss was filled with such sincere yet so light that it was barely tangible. When I looked into his cobalt eyes, I could see an overwhelming passion. It's the passion I needed to get back on my feet. If only I could see him again, I would ask him how his eyes can be filled with such emotion.
"You're not even listening to me! What kind of friend are you?" Rima-chan cried, hiding her face in her hands. Sigh, is she playing me or is she really sad? She always does this to me. I stood there not much longer than a moment before I apologized.
"I'm sorry, Rima-chan. Please forgive this unworthy soul called Hinamori Amu. I shall even give you a tour of the house," I tried to cheer her up. I can't just leave her there crying now. We are best friends, and I was in the wrong. I should call Nagi later to take her out on a date. It will lift her spirit… Under my arm, her shoulders shook which worried me. I leaned down to her level to see huge drops of tears in her eyes. An apology was about to escape my lips yet again. However, I retracted that option when I saw the smile that continued to grow by the moments. "I take back my offer on the tour."
"Don't worry, Amu-chan. I already explored the house when I was looking for you. Anyway, the red room is all yours. I'll get the blue room, but I honestly would prefer to have it more yellow and have less male clothes. I already heated up some food for us to eat," Rima gave me a look that implied a "Let's go" in it.
.::Dinner (Normal POV)::.
"What is this?" The dancer asked. She poked her food, but the black mysterious muck swallowed her fork whole, causing Amu to struggle to keep her composed appearance. Rima twitched at her response to her "cooking". "You know in order to heat up food, it doesn't need skills in cooking, right?"
"J-Just quit you're whining. It's still edible," Rima faked a smile professionally. The actress stabbed her food to pick it up, but a scream filled the room. With smiling poker faces, Amu and Rima looked at each other and back at the food. Rima stabbed the "food" once more and caused the same scream to erupt from the Rima's purple muck. "We'll just get Chinese take-out. I'll go call now." Rima walked to the landline phone, and Amu walked away from the food and to aimlessly walk around the house.
When the pinkette stopped, she stood in front of the stairs leading to the room where she saw the "blue man" as she began to call him. She turned away from the stairs and walked around aimlessly again, but to no avail, she always ended up in front of that room. It had been the twelfth time she had found her way to the stairs. She decided this was fate and moved to open the latch of the third floor. She entered the room, but there was no one there. She lied down on the same place she did. Nothing happened. She waited there for a while until she realized what she was doing.
The Hinamori Amu was a waiting for a man who had kissed her against her will. She laughed and exited the room, and right after she locked the hatch, Rima called her for dinner.
.::Rima's POV::.
"Just put the food in your mouth and swallow it." I put my words into a slow slur for my friend to finally get it, but since she's still just poking her food like a retard, I guess it didn't go through. I don't get what's up with her. Ever since I passed her the food, all she's done is just puncture the food with her chopstick, look at it, sigh, and poke the food with her chopstick kabob with orange chicken. I only ate a spoonful of rice and a couple pieces of meat. Her eyes was staring at her food with such respect. Why would she respect Chinese food? Wait, is it because my food made her think that edible food was really incredible?!
"Do you really hate my food, Amu?" I didn't mean it to come out, but it did. What other option do I have instead of hearing what she has to say? She didn't seem to have noticed my question or my presence, but I continued to blankly stare at her. I wasn't going to repeat myself. Was it really that Amu didn't hear or was it that she didn't want to answer my question? After several minutes, she noticed my stare and looked up at me. Her eyes and mine continued to look at the other, but no sound was made between us.
I slowly reached my hand across the table towards her food and pulled the food back to me. Her eyes followed my hand, but she didn't bother try to stop me.
"I think you should sleep," I bluntly told her. My jealousy wasn't the reason why I took her food. The reason was that her food had been through enough. I don't think I've done anything wrong.
"...Okay," After a prolonged pause, she answered my demand and walked off to her room.
.::Amu's POV::.
I had lain in bed for about five hours now without a wink of sleep. I turned and tried to be unconscious. Never did I succeed. My mind would drift back to the mystery man who had invaded my mind time and time again. I don't get what's up with me. Do I really want to meet that man? I could hear a "Ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump". I didn't know what it could be. I looked around the room to find nothing moving or sounding. I lay back down and tried again, but my mind would always be clouded with the thoughts of that man.
I really want to see him. If I go to that same room, will he come out? There's no harm in going back there.
I tiptoed down to the second floor, trying to not wake Rima up. She gets really cranky when she wakes up at the wrong time. I power walked all the way to the stairs. I hastily ran up the steps which caused my downfall literally. The stairs was like fifteen feet high. I didn't really care about falling since I knew I'd get back up. I could break a leg and use that as an excuse to stop dancing. Speaking of which, why did I start dancing anyway?
I fell on something, but it was the complete opposite from the rough, itchy carpet. It was cold. I remember that I turned on the heater when I was exploring. It was firm but not uncomfortable. I don't know how to define it in words. Whatever I was on seemed to tell me that I was in a safe, loving place. I looked down to see that we were ten feet in the air. I looked up to see my cold, mysterious savior. The cobalt eyes, that I wanted to see, met my eyes.
"We finally get to meet," He breathed in my ear. Even though I noticed his presence, it didn't process through my mind. There's a stranger who can fly in the house. Rima's a building away. An unknown being is in my house. "You should be more careful."
"AHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "There's a ghost in my home! Someone help!"
"Please just calm down, Amu," He let me down and had his hands on my shoulders. He knew my name?!
"He knows my name!" I started for the window nearby, but he hugged me from behind, reassuring me that everything was okay. I didn't calm down… Well, I calmed down just a little, but it didn't vanquish my fear.
"Amu, I'm not a ghost," The "ghost" denied his existence.
"Then w-what are you?" I tried to refrain from shaking, but all I that did was just let me quiver.
"I'm your phantom." His hands had unwinded from my neck. My reassurance had disappeared. I turned around to look at him yet was met with the cold air from the open window.