Wing-chan: Hey guys! This is Wing-chan! I'm so excited! My first chapter on this profile... I wanted to say that I love all you people who review! And please, feel free to tell us what you think would be cool to have happen, or how long this should be. This will be about 12-20 chapters I think. I'll talk to Memory-chan about that.

Memory-chan: Yes we will. I just wanted to say hi in this chapter. =w= Anyways on with the story and Wing-chan's awesome writing! 8D


Chapter Two: Painfully Familiar faces

It was a peaceful morning in the Tsukiyomi household. A few birds were trilling outside, and sunlight was streaming through some open windows.

Well, it was really enjoyable until the young teenager sleeping peacefully had to wake up, that is.

Ring Ring Ri-

Ikuto's hand slammed down on the button on his alarm clock. It was Tuesday, possibly the worst day of the whole entire week. Then again, his whole life was pretty bad.

His parents had an ugly divorce when he was a kid, his mother taking custody over him. This, in fact, was why he had moved from his hometown. His father. . .Ikuto wasn't comfortable with the subject of his father. After what happened with him, the whole Utau ordeal... No. It was most definitely NOT an open subject. Even with his Mother; Ikuto refused to speak of it. In all honesty, it was embarrassing for him.

Life was definitely not bad with his mother. His mother was a kind woman, always trying to make everyone around her happy. That is why, Ikuto was rather lonely. When her husband left her, Souko slightly lost stability. Don't take it wrong- she's not insane. Her outlook on the world just changed. Now, all she did was try to please people (mainly her son). She believes that Aruto left her because she didn't make him happy enough. Any friends Ikuto made in Osaka were quickly thereafter scared away by his Mother's persistant efforts.

Flash Back: 5 weeks after the move to Osaka

Ikuto shoved the door open, laughing loudly with his new friends.

"And you would not BELIEVE what she told me next. She was all covered in-"

As the boys dropped their bags in the entranceway, Souko rushed to greet them.

"Hello! I'm Ikuto's Mother, but you can call me Souko!" The boys laughed uneasily at her bright attitude.

"H-hi. I'm Kyo." The young boy turned to look at the wall. The other boy briefly smiled at Souko.

"And I'm Uru."

Souko grinned brightly. "I'll talk to you about your day later, Ikuto! Now, I'll go make cookies!"

The three young boys headed up the stairs into Ikuto's room. They joked and played around for several minutes before they mentioned his Mother again.

"You know, Ikuto, your Okaa-san is cool! She was kinda weird at first, but she makes cookies for us! I wanna come here more often!" Uru spun in circles, slashing away at the air with a fake sword.

Kyo nodded in agreement just as Souko came in.

"Here boys! Here are your cookies!" Souko nearly shoved the round tray into the poor boy's faces. Uru, who was still spinning, accidentally hit the tray, and he (along with the cookies) went flying. Uru slammed his head against the floor with a rather loud thunk. Souko's eyes widened to an unbelievable size.

She quickly rushed over to him as he sat up and rubbed his head. "Hey, that actually didn't even-"

Souko started patting his head.

"Don't worry, it'll be alright. I'll go get some band aids and start the cookies again, okay?"

"Don't worry Souko, I'm-" Souko waved her hand about in a matter that said "Ah, don't worry about it. Just sit still, and take it easy, okay?" With that, she left the room.

There was an awkward silence between the boys.

As expected, those boys avoided talking to Ikuto from that day on.

End Flashback

As you may be able to guess, this made Ikuto a bit of a shut-in. His only companion was his black cat, Yoru.

Said cat was also lying on top of his stomach as the moment, preventing him from getting up.

Ikuto grumbled something that no human could ever possibly understand and tried to push Yoru off.

No such luck.

"Off Yoru." His words came out muffled, his face was still shoved into his pillow.

Yoru snuggled closer.

Ikuto sighed. He had to bring out the big guns. Before Yoru could figure out what he was doing, he quickly rolled over, effectively launching Yoru off his stomach and onto the other side of the bed.

He sat up as he groggily as he examined his new room.

Recently, a lot of things had been changing in the two Tsukiyomi's lives. Most importantly, Souko and Ikuto had just moved back into the town they had lived in thirteen years ago. They even got a house near where there old one was. . .

This left Ikuto wondering if he would see that girl that had been his sole reason for existence in the past thirteen years.

At first, he was excited - He couldn't wait to see that girl again. But he only got depressed when he realized all he could remember was her face, and a blurry image at that. He was ashamed, really - a girl who could pretty much classify as his first love, and he couldn't even remember her name.

He still had that panda bear that he had gotten the last day he had seen her. The blue one, it fur now slightly tattered and worn from being held tightly in times of frustration. Sure, a panda plushie wasn't the most manly thing, but everybody has their quirks.

Alas, he was probably a long lost memory to her, she had probably forgotten the significance of the panda and thrown it away. So now, he was all depressed, not that mother could do much about it.

But seriously, this girl meant everything to him.

He was mad. He would think about her calming himself down.

He was upset. He imagined her sitting beside him and comforting him.

Even if he was bored, he imagined hanging out with her.

His solution to every hurtle he came upon was to think about her. She made him feel great. Now, all Ikuto had to do was remember her name.

So, he rolled out of bed, sighed, grabbed his uniform, and stumbled into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. His dark blue hair was all dishevelled. It stuck up every which way, making his head look like an oddly coloured porcupine. His brilliant blue eyes were half lidded from sleep.

He yawned and stretched. He stuck his arms out and rolled his head a bit before dropping his clothes on the counter and starting the shower.

The only good thing that came from living with a mother who tried to please constantly was that she always left the shower available in the mornings.

As soon as he stepped into the hot water, Ikuto felt alert. He smirked as he thought about his first day at school the day before. More importantly, the funny pink-head he had met.

Hinamori Amu, her name was?

She was very feisty; that was for sure. He liked her - not in a lovey-dovey sense, but he found her interesting. That was a key word with Ikuto. Anything he found interesting, he would look into. This girl was definitely a prime target for that. Firstly, she didn't stare at him and drool.

Secondly, she didn't bow at his feet at the drop of a hat. She stood up for herself.

And thirdly. ..

She seemed familiar. He got a nagging sense of "you know her really well." But of course, he did not. Or, that's what this young man thought.

Ikuto shut off the water. He stretched his arms high above his head and groaned.

He wasn't a morning person, even after a refreshing shower.

Afterwards, Ikuto towel dried his hair, slipped into his uniform, and lumbered down the stairs.

"Good morning Ikuto!" His mother trilled. She ran up to him as her long blonde locks swung around her. "I've made you some pancakes for you breakfast dear!" Ikuto smiled at his mom. It was relaxed days like this that made him happy.

Souko continued over to the kitchen, Ikuto following at her heels.

"And, I made them western style! With syrup on them." Souko giggled briefly. "It's so sweet!"

Ikuto sat at the table and flashed his mom a considerate smile.

"You're the best Okaa-san. You always know how to make me happy." Souko clapped her hands and grinned.

"Well, I'll go take a shower. Have a great day, honey!"

When Souko left, Ikuto looked at his plate of pancakes and sighed. The golden syrup was slowly oozing around the plate, and give off a sugary smell. There were five pancakes on his plate, and Ikuto knew he would never be able to eat them all. So, he ate two and a half of them.

He dropped one of the remaining pancakes in Yoru's food bowl, and quickly ran out the door, grabbing his bag on the way out.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and a cool wind ruffled through Ikuto's hair as he ran.

The sun, so supposedly cheery, was casting a glare over Ikuto's wristwatch, guaranteeing that he couldn't read the time. This frustrated him very much.

However, Ikuto stopped running and abruptly switched to a cool walk when he saw some kids from his school.

He had to keep his reputation up, right?

As Ikuto calmy rounded the corner, he saw Amu exit her house. Just seeing her face brightened his day.

Wow, I really missed her. He thought to himself. He smiled warmly before his mouth dropped open in shock.

Ikuto nearly choked on air.

WHAT had he just thought? He missed HER?

Obviously, something was wrong. He had known her for a grand total of one day, and he missed her?

Must've been that syrup. Maybe it had some sort of crazy Canadian virus in it. Yeah, it was probably screwing with his head.

Before anyone could notice, he regained his composure and kept walking.

It was going to be a long day.

~~*~~*~~*~~*~~!Come back to me!~~*~~*~~*~~*~~

Ikuto sat in class with his head supported by his hand.

Classes were so boring. He had already read this book, and he was supposed to make predictions. He tried to explain this to the teacher, but he just said,

"Well then Tsukiyomi-kun, I'll expect your pork to be all the better then."

Ikuto rolled his eyes at the thought of the teacher. Teachers were just stuck up, thinking they could tell you what to do, just because they knew more than you.

Sometimes, they were not even that smart.

In his boredom, Ikuto tore some paper out of his book. He balled it up quietly, and scanned the room for his victim.

Of course, once his eyes landed on Hinamori Amu, his decision was made.

It was perfect: she was sitting right in front of him. He couldn't resist.

He quickly threw it at her head, and pretended to be copying homework off the board when she turned around.

She glared behind her, and faced forwards again.

Ikuto balled up some more paper, and chucked it at her head.

Thus, a cycle was born.

Ball up, throw, pretend to work. Ball up, throw, pretend to work. Ball up, throw, pretend to work. ..

It was almost the end of class when Amu couldn't take his crap anymore. She turned around, and glared at him directly.

"Cut it out! I know it's you, Tsukiyomi!"

"What? What am I doing?" Ikuto smirked at her. Amu gestured to the small pile of crumpled paper behind her chair.

"This!"

The teacher looked at them.

"Himamori, Tsukiyomi! What's going on over there?" Amu scowled at him before turning to the teacher.

"He keeps chucking paper balls at my head!" The teacher raised his eyebrow.

"Any reason why, Tsukiyomi?" Ikuto put on his best innocent face.

"I don't know what she's talking about." He shrugged. "I'm using my only sheet of paper for my assignment." He held up his book as further proof. As he had said, there was only one piece of paper in the back that had his work on it.

Everyone was giggling now.

"Alright! Back to work!"

Ikuto smirked and leaned forward so he was next to Amu's ear.

"I win."

~~*~~*~~*~~*!Come back to me!*~~*~~*~~*~~

Ikuto was lying in his bed that evening.

He was thinking.

Thinking about his long lost love (A/N: AKA Amu).

Obviously, she had to be somewhere around here. He would have to ask around, see if there were any pink-haired girls that had lived there their whole lives.

At the mention of pink hair, Ikuto thought about Amu (The one he knew).

She was the only girl in his school with pink hair, as far as he knew. And, she had those pretty eyes.

The ones that were hazel, but had a yellowish tinge and flecks of gold.

Almost exactly like the syrup he had on his pancakes this morning.

Amu's face was just so familiar, it bugged him. But, she wasn't the girl he was looking for.

Hah, Ikuto wished it was that easy. Just stroll into town, find that girl from years ago, and fall deeper in love. Happily ever after!

No... but, maybe, Amu might know something.

And, before Ikuto fell asleep, he had one thought that wouldn't leave him alone.

Her face was just so painfully familiar.


Okay! The end! *wipes sweat off of forehead* Finally...

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