Author's Note: I'm glad I've decided to rewrite this, 'cos it's brilliant fun and I find Amuto fics the easiest to write. Review!
(Amu POV)
I was suddenly oblivious to the cold wind swirling around us and the rustle it made in the leaves of the trees of the park; suddenly, I was warm. Ikuto's eyes filled me with memories of nights where we would simply lie down and gaze into each other's eyes; I used to want to know what he was thinking when we looked at each other for so long, his eyes so full of depth.
He really hadn't changed; he was still slim, but not scrawny and weak; you could tell he was strong under his black jeans and navy t-shirt. His hair had a slightly different cut, but not so much that you could tell from a distance. The main thing I noticed, was that he was much taller.
Regardless of the minor changes, he was still Ikuto; the same Ikuto that shared my heart with Tadase so many years ago; the very same one who snapped his half in pieces when he declared he was going to college when I was 15 –it was Tadase who slowly took over.
A nostalgic feeling washed over me as I realised we were exactly the same way we were years ago: me, lost in his blue orbs, while he studied my golden ones.
Forever Ikuto, he ruined the moment the same way he would have, had we been standing there before he left; he smirked.
"Yo." He said simply, "Y'alright?" he added, as if we were school buddies seeing each other again on a Monday morning after a weekend of separation, instead of four years of no news from him at all, ever.
I remember looking out at my balcony, wondering if maybe he would walk around the corner; I lost count of the times I had walked through the musicians with their guitars folksy, cheerful music, hoping that I might hear the sad, beautiful melody of that violin once again; even when Tadase had re-constructed it, Ikuto still held a fragment of the pieces of my heart.
However, it suited Ikuto; the blunt greeting fitted him perfectly.
"Hey." I replied, avoiding to answer his question –I was so not alright.
"So... why're you crying?"
"Subtle." I commented sarcastically; wiping my eyes, I added, "I'm not crying."
"Right." He said, clearly not believing me.
The thing I liked about Ikuto the most was that he allowed silence to hover around in a conversation; also, the silence between us was never awkward. As neither of us said anything, I felt like I was at home.
"How've you been?" I asked, but really what I wanted to ask was, 'Where have you been?'
Ignoring my question, he looked to his left then to his right.
"What's the time?"
"Like, 7 o'clock. Why?" I said, frowning.
"You. Me. Dinner. Now." He said, taking my hand and leading me in a random direction, "I'm hungry."
"I've already eaten." I protested; people were staring –we looked like a couple.
"Then you can drink."
"I don't drink."
He stopped and turned to look at me then, raising one eyebrow. His mouth twitched slightly as he muttered, mostly to himself, "Still so childlike."
I glared at him, "I'm not a child Ikuto; I'm 19 now."
"And you don't drink?"
I grimaced, "Hangovers aren't fun; being drunk isn't either."
Somehow, between bickering and teasing, we managed to end up at a table for two at a local restaurant. I say local, but really it was elegant and grand. There was a gentle melody in the background –which belonged to a young blonde man, happily gliding away at the piano keys.
"Water." I told the waiter and quickly he scribbled it down. My mouth watered at the variety of foods present on the menu; exquisite French names and descriptions made it seem like you hadn't eaten until you had eaten at Snails and Lobsters.
"And..." I said hesitantly, glancing up at Ikuto; after all, he was paying. He nodded, "I'll have an, er... omelette doo fromayjay."
"Omelette du fromage?" he frowned at my pathetic French accent. I nodded and looked down, flushing with embarrassment. In front of me, I heard a chuckle.
As soon as the waiter excused himself, Ikuto leaned forward, resting his chin on one of his hands, and said, "You gonna tell me?"
I sipped at my water and blinked, "Tell you what?"
"The reason why you were crying."
It was impossible to ignore the heat rushing to my cheeks; for some reason, crying over Tadase seemed silly now; "No." I whispered.
"Tadase?" Despite the fact I regretted sobbing so hysterically over him, his name plunged through me, and suddenly made tears start prickling in my eyes; I guess I wasn't completely over him.
I refused to answer; Ikuto leaned back on his chair, "Huh."
My hands curled around my leather jacket as it rested on my lap; was it really obvious I got dumped? Was it printed on my forehead in capital letters?
"I thought you two were the kind of couple that met, then got married and in like, ten years, have adorable toddlers running around your big, house away from the city; or something."
The restaurant was so quiet, so much so that Ikuto spoke barely above a whisper, but I could still hear him perfectly; the only sound apart from the piano was the clink of glasses and the scrape of forks against plates.
"Me too." I admitted.
"So then... why did you dump him?"
Dump. It was such a harsh word; someone simply tossed aside like they were useless all of a sudden; "I didn't." I answered.
Understanding flashed through Ikuto's eyes; "Ah." He said blandly; after a few seconds of more quiet, he broke it.
"Sorry." He lamented.
I looked up and smiled at him sadly; it wasn't his fault, not even mine. In this situation, you really couldn't place the blame on someone, not even Tadase.
Coincidentally, our food arrived then. I tucked in as the delicious aroma of my omelette filled my mind; the menu's portrayal was mediocre compared to the taste that danced on my tongue.
As I looked up, I saw Ikuto was watching me curiously; "Is it good?" he said, a slightly amusing smirk plastered on his face.
I nodded feverishly; it was phenomenal.
"Thought you weren't hungry?"
"Yeah. But you're paying." I shrugged.
He snickered, "I guess that makes sense."
I smiled brightly at him for a second, then turned back to devour the omelette.
We sat quietly munching away at our meals and eventually I found myself walking along streets with Ikuto, window shopping and chatting about nothing.
"So... do you wanna do this again?" he asked, casually looking down at me; I nodded happily, grinning at him.
"Cool. When are you free?"
"Whenever. I barely have a social life."
"Not for long." He really looked at me then; his blue eyes smouldered and a gentle shiver built up and climb up my spine, "Tomorrow?" he asked, "6 o'clock?"
"'Kay."
"Cool," he repeated, "Where you do you live? I'll pick you up."
I pointed to the baby blue apartment block at the end of the street; he smiled mischievously once more, "Does it have a balcony?"
"Yeah."
"It's a date."
A/N: Awww! I love that last line so much. REVIEWS ARE BETTER THAN COOKIES, XOXO.