Chapter 3...I tried my best guys, I really did.


"Really?" Kukai laughed aloud, wiping the pretend tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't laughed." Ikuto glared at his friend. "And after I finally decided to call you up."

"Sorry, but that's not something you can hear everyday," he apologized. "'Tsukiyomi-sensei, I like you! Please go out with me!'"

"It was more like she forced me to try going out with her," Ikuto muttered. He grabbed the shot of alcohol in front of him and downed it quickly.

"Force? A high school girl shouldn't be able to do that." Kukai shook his head. "You just got to say no."

"Believe me, man." Ikuto rolled his eyes. "I tried."

"Well, it's only two weeks. Just put up with it."

Ikuto sighed and decided to switch to a more comfortable subject. "How are you and Utau?"

Hoshina/Tsukiyomi Utau was his younger sister, who he had absolutely no idea how she fell for this comedic idiot. It wasn't easy to accept the sudden relationship, but after a long talk with Kukai - that had lasted for days - he had learned to wrap his mind around the idea.

"She's fine," Kukai said. "She overheard your call and told me to tell you, 'Tell that douche he better call me later! I miss his face!"

"Um, I'll think about it then." Ikuto shrugged. "I like my life not being hugged to death."

"And your student girlfriend doesn't already do that?" Kukai teased.

"Shut up," Ikuto threatened. "Or you'll never see Utau again for the rest of your life."

Kukai snorted. "Oh please, I think a 20-year-old has a right to choose who to date."

"Not if that 'date' ends up in the hospital."

"Whoa there, hold your horses. I'm a pacifist." Kukai backed away. "Just date the chick for two weeks, I can't see a harm."

"Losing my job?"

"Okay...besides that one."

"Being ridiculed?"

"Stop it."

"Getting sued by her parents?"

"Oh my gosh, does it hurt to be optimistic for once?"

Ikuto snapped, "What's there to be optimistic about?"

"She's cute, isn't she?"

"I don't know, I don't check my students out."

"Look, if she's cute and likes soccer, it should be fine." Kukai leaned his face near Ikuto. "If she hates soccer, that's a sign of a bad girlfriend right there. You have to break up with her right then and there."

"Utau doesn't like soccer."

"Not yet dude, not yet."

- Next Day: School -

Ikuto felt a tickle in his throat as he coughed into the sleeve of his navy shirt.

"Are you okay, Tsukiyomi-sensei?" One of the teachers turned to him.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"You better go to the nurse and ask if she has any cough medicine, before that turns into a cold." Another teacher warned.

"You're right." Ikuto stood up from his seat. "I should go."

He walked out the staff room and headed down the long hall to the nurse's office; which was a little hard considering he had forgotten where it was located.

"Hello?" Ikuto slid the door of what he assumed to be the nurse's office open. "Midori-sensei?"

Silence repetitively answered him, which he took as a sign that maybe she had left on small business. He walked towards the medicine cabinet and rummaged through the bottles, searching for any bottle that could resemble cough medicine.

Suddenly, from the far left of the room, he heard a rustle.

"Midori-sensei?" A soft voice resonated from the beds.

Ikuto stayed silent and grabbed the bottle of pills; he opened the bottle as quick as he could and swallowed two instantly without any water.

"Midori-sensei, did you find it?" The voice repeated.

Ikuto scrunched his eyebrows, the voice was a little too familiar.

"Midori-sensei isn't here," he said.

The teacher heard several steps and shuffling movements.

"Tsukiyomi-sensei?" Amu's head popped out from behind one of the white curtains.

"Hinamori-san?" He nearly dropped the bottle in his hand.

"Where's Midori-sensei?" the rosette asked, her eyes scanning the room for the nurse in mind.

"I don't know where she is, she was gone when I entered."

"Oh."

"Did you check in with her?" Ikuto eyed the girl's messy strands of pink hair.

The rosette pouted. "Of course, what kind of person do you think I am? I'm not a runaway you know."

"Yes, I believe the student who coerced me into...you know."

Amu raised an eyebrow. "Dating me?"

"Yeah, that." He nodded.

"Well, then thanks for believing me." The corners of Amu's lips tugged into an innocent smile.

Ba-dump.

Ikuto's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. What the hell was that?

"Well, I have to go back to work."

Amu nodded. "Bye sensei."

He grunted in response and left the room, sliding the door as hard as he could. He continued to make his way back to the staff room, gripping the bottle of medicine in his hand. As he took mindless steps, he bumped into the nurse.

"Ouch."

"Sorry," Ikuto apologized.

"No problem," Midori bent down and picked up a brown package that had fallen onto the floor.

"Then, if you excuse me..."

"Wait."

Ikuto stopped in his tracks, the tone of her voice slightly scaring him.

"Did you look through my medicine cabinet?" Midori asked, her hands on her hips.

"I needed a bottle of cough medicine."

She rolled her brown eyes and tightened the hair band around her equally brown hair. "I'll let you go this time, but don't you do it again."

"Yes."

- Back to the Nurse's Office -

"Amu-chan?"

The rosette stuck her head out of the curtains, indicating her whereabouts. As the nurse spotted her, she clutched the package in her hands before handing it to Amu.

"Thanks." Amu smiled. "Sorry that you had to go out and get this for me."

"It's no problem at all, dear." Midori couldn't help but return the gesture.

"I wish I could go out..." Amu muttered, her hands ripping open the box.

Midori studied the student, her features softening. "Isn't it time yet, Amu-chan?"

"I still have a week and a half left." Amu shook her head, her eyes seemingly glowing in determination. "I'm going to make the most of it."

She fell back onto the bed, her strands of pink hair scattering around the pillow that broke her fall.

"Yeah...one week and a half."


EDITING IS A LOT HARDER THAN I THOUGHT IT'D BE. Ugh, three more chapters to go. I need some motivation guys. Please review!