Katsura: You know, it sucks using Word Pad!
Ikuto: Huh? Don't you have Windows word or something?
Katsura: I don't, I should, but I don't. I'm stuck with Word Pad, and it's basically like a note pad!
Amu: Atleast it get's the job done! So here we are with chapter 3 :)
Ikuto: Time to bust out the guns -rips shirt-
Amu: HOLY HELL!
Katsura: Ikuto..your not having sex with amu...yet..
Ikuto: Aww.. -walks off to get a new shirt-
Amu: WHAT! So your saying, that I MIGHT have sex with him? But he's a pervert!
Katsura: What's done is done!
Amu: But-
Katsura: Don't deny your future!
Amu: No bu-
Katsura: Don't make me get Ikuto to take your virginity on the spot!!
Fans: Ooh! Fanservice!
Amu: Ok i'll shut up!
Ikuto: I'm back with a new shirt. But Amu, i'd like to see you without one -wink-
Katsura: ... I don't own SCD or the cast, but i'm putting in a letter to see if I can take ownership of Yoru. He's just so cute!
Yoru: You think so-nya?
''Daichi's single! Single I tell you!'' Utau yells at Lulu, Rima and Yaya.
''What about Kiseki?'' Lulu asks, nervous as to what her friends awnser will be.
''Hm...I don't know..I missed about 4 minutes of the interview..'' Utau replies nervously, as if a crime had been committed.
Lulu frowns and bows her head down while walking.
I let the girls talk while walking to school, since they didn't sleep over, they missed the interview.
And i'm perfectly fine walking behind them, i've heard the interview once, don't need it again.
''Oh yeah! There's two new girls in Easter records now!'' Utau suddenly annouces.
EEP!
''Eeh? Really? They could be competition for our love..'' Yaya growls, clenching her tiny fists.
Everyone nods their heads furiously.
Well not for your loves..
Oh that reminds me, I have to find out if Aya likes anyone from Masquerade 5.
I've got a whole day of work ahead of me tomorrow.
We arrive at the overly huge gates of school, with each and every pair of eyes, be them male or female, on us.
''This gets really awkward..'' Utau whispers.
''Is there something on my face?'' Lulu whispers in a panic, touching her cheeks.
Sigh..
''Look people! If you want to stare so much, why don't you just take a picture!'' I shout at everyone, hands on my hips.
Everyone gasps, and mumbles.
''Amu!?'' Utau gasps, turning round to watch my act.
''You see us everyday for christs sake! Don't you have anything better to do?'' I growl, staring into the eyes of the other students.
Some back away, and others walk off, mumbling to their friends of how they just wanted to see their school idols.
Idols my ass, all we do is dress nice and dish out a whole lot of attitude.
''That was some show, Ichigo-chan.'' A voice purrs from behind.
I spin around, making my light pink and black plaid skirt twirl.
I frown at the blue haired pervert disaprovingly.
''What of it, Blueberry-chan?'' I smirk smugly, brushing down my black tank top.
He frowns at his newly found nickname, but the frown is soon replaced with his familiar smirk.
''You know, what you twirled like that, I could see your-''
''Don't even finish that sentance!'' I scream, putting my hands over my ears.
I turn around, to find the girls staring bewilderingly at us.
I run to them, then walk the rest of the path.
''Uhm..Amu..we all have art, while you have music, so..'' Rima tells me, as if theres something to be scared of.
''Oh, that's not too bad, well i'll see you in Maths next lesson then.'' I smile, walking to the music department.
I walk under some trees at the back of school, their leaves rustling in the spring wind.
''So peaceful..'' I sigh happily, swinging my school bag slightly at my side.
''Who needs peace?'' An annoying voice asks beside me.
I look to my right and see the ass of all asses.
''God damnit! Can you stop stalking me!'' I growl, walking further ahead.
''I would but we have the same lesson.'' He replies, and I can just tell that he's smirking.
My heart sinks, and I stop dead in my tracks.
''A...l-lesson..with..'' I mumble disbelievingly.
''Me.'' He smiles, pointing to himself.
I regain my posture, and storm off to the lesson.
When entering, students gasp, giggle and mumble to their friends.
''No way! Cool n Spicy Hinamori Amu is in our music class!'' A girl screams.
''Pinch me if i'm dreaming!'' A boy gasps, before fainting onto his desk.
''Seems your quiet the idol.'' Blueberry says, eyeing the situation unfolding before his onyx eyes.
I sigh and rub my temples.
''Tell me about it.'' I murmur.
I ask the sensei where I sit, and he looks at a seating plan, then he points to the back of the class, still looking at the sheet of crumbled paper.
I mumble a thanks, then sit at said place.
Blueberry copies my actions, and the sensei tells him where his seat is.
I see him smirk, and start striding down the classroom aisles between desks, and towards me.
''No..no...no!'' I whisper shakily, cowering in fear.
He sits beside me, and I start shaking like mad.
''If you must know, i'm highly allergic to perverts!'' I hiss, scootching my chair as far away from him as I can get.
He merely smirks at my outburst, then continues staring at me.
I hiss a few times, telling him i'm having none of his advances.
After a bit of the lesson, he nudges me, and I turn round, aggitated.
''We need to have partners. Be mine?'' He asks, no emotion present in his eyes, voice, or body language.
I stare at him as if he has 8 heads and a carrot for a nose, but I figure that it wont be so bad.
''Fine..'' I grumble, standing up to find a keyboard.
The class is all paired up, some in three's, on a keyboard dotted around the large room.
I sit down, and push my strawberry colored locks to one side.
Blueberry sits beside me and places his long fingers on the keys of the keyboard.
''You play, Blueberry?'' I ask him, raising an eyebrow.
He smirks. ''Sure do. And call me Ikuto.'' He replies, turning his attention back to the keyboard.
He presses lightly on the keys, his fingers gliding up and down the keyboard, making beautiful sounds erupt from the speakers.
''I know this song..'' I whispers, looking down on the keys.
I join in, and together, me and Ikuto complete the song perfectly.
He grins at me, his fingers still placed on the white tabs.
''W-what?'' I ask him, leaning back slightly.
He shakes his head.
-At lunch-
''So you were in a pair with Mr. Hotness?'' Utau asks me, fiddling with her fork at the table.
I nod slightly, remembering the terrible event.
''Luckyy!'' Everyone chants.
What's so lucky about being harrassed all the time by someone who you only just found out their name?
''By the way, his names Ikuto.'' I tell them in a matter-of-factly voice, picking up a chicken nugget with my fork.
Two arms wrap around my waist, and something heavy presses down onto my left shoulder.
''Good to see you remembered, Koneko-chan.'' An alluring voice purrs into my ear, almost making my brain overheat and shut down.
''Mr. Hotness!'' Utau gasps, pointing a finger accusingly at the figure beside me.
He pulls my up and onto his lap.
''Wah! Let me go! I can sit down by myself!'' I cry in pure desperation.
Everyone gasps and mumbles in the cafeteria.
''See now look! Your causing a scene!'' I whimper, shaking my fists angrily.
''If anyones causing a scene, it's you Koneko-chan.'' He murmurs, his smirk pressed onto the skin on my neck.
A shiver shoots up my spine, and i'm paralyzed under his grip.
His voice sounds almost nostalgic..familiar somehow..
I come to my senses, and remember where I am.
On his lap..
''Let me go! I thought I said I was highly allergic to P E R V E R T S!'' I yell at him, spelling out his species.
His grip tightens around my waist.
''Ouch, that hurt.'' He replies, pressing his lips to my neck.
Lulu, Rima, Yaya and Utau just stare in disbelief at the situation infront of them.
I stomp my feet down onto his, making his grip loosen, then fail altogether.
I jump up from his lap, and grab my bag.
''Touch me again and your face wont be so pretty next time!'' I growl, running out of the double cafeteria doors.
I don't care if i'm running out of school, it's the first week and i'm pretty sure the school wont care, or even notice for that matter.
As my thoughts swirl around my mind, my long legs burst into a full sprint, carrying me at high speeds.
What is with that guy?? I barely know him and he's already trying to make advances, plus he's doing the sorts of things that a couple would do, to me!
A growl climbs up my throat unconciously as I run out the huge school gates and down the road.
Not wanting to be caught by anyone, I dash left and into a forest.
I hunch my back foward, and rest my hands on my knees.
Panting like no tomorrow, I let frustration take over.
Next time he does that to me, I wont hold back in slapping his face into oblivion!
I straighten out my spine, and look around at my surroundings.
Trees, trees, bushes, a small path, probably bigger but the leaves littered on the floor disguise that.
It goes on for a while, and about quarter a mile away, if not less, is a tunnel of light. Most definatly the end of the forest.
If my guess is correct, that tunnel leads to my street. I'll be home in no time.
I walk for about 8 minutes, admiring the blossoming flowers, leaves and bright light shining through the branches above.
It's mostly dark in here, the leaves above my head block almost all sunlight penatrating the forest floor.
Every now and then, a strip of light makes its way through, and hits the woodchip paving.
I sigh, and furrow my pink eyebrows together, forming a V shape.
''Are you lost?'' Someone asks.
I see a man in his late 30's to the left of me, leaning against a tree.
How could I not see him there??
''Uh..no. I know where i'm going.'' I reply, looking away and quickening my pace.
I can hear the rustle of leaves behind me, and irregulaur footsteps.
''Really? Where are you going?'' He asks again, his footsteps meeting the same pace as mine.
I look to my left again, and look up to meet his face.
Dull grey eyes and dirty brown hair that looks like it hasnt had a wash in about 20 years.
''Uh..home.'' I tell him, slinging my bag over my shoulder, and tightening my grip on it.
''Not on my watch..'' He replies darkly.
A leg swings out infront of me, making me trip, and land slap bang on the woodchipping.
''Hey! What's you-'' I splutter.
He grabs my wrists from behind, and puts them into one of his large hands.
He pulls me up, and covers my mouth with his free hand.
I start to panic, anger and frustration burning up inside me like wildfire.
''Now, i'm going to take you somewhere, and I want you to be as quiet as you can.'' He whispers into my ear, his breath reaching my nose.
Sickness arises from my stomach, and into my mouth.
I swallow it down, making the acid burn my dry throat.
He kicks the back of my legs, forcing me to walk forward.
Tears well up in my honey glazed eyes, and distress is evidant in them.
-Ikuto's POV-
Where is that half minded idiot?
I guessed she went through the woods, I can see footprints in the leaves.
I jog at a steady pace, looking left right and straight ahead for my pinkette.
Ahead, quiet a fair distance away, is a man, kinda tall, little bit bigger then me, walking at a slow rate.
Maybe I could ask him if he's seen her.
I run faster, and as I get closer, I notice that he's holding something..or someone.
Another set of legs, female, walk infront of his unsurely.
I take note of the jet black uggs that a certain someone was wearing just this morning.
Amu.
I can see clearly now what this jackass is attempting.
Either rape, murder, abducting, etc etc so forth and such which.
I take a run up to him, and I swing my leg out, making my foot come in contact with his head.
He yelps in pain, and collapses to the floor in agony.
A distressed and clearly panicing Amu turns around, her eyes showing sadness, but a slight flicker of relief.
I run to her, pulling her into an embrace.
I look down to the man, and kick him in the side.
''Mine.'' I growl.
Amu looks up at me and frowns.
''Your the source of the problem!'' She screams, pushing me away.
It's only then that I realise, that I am.
I bow my head in realisation.
''Thanks for saving me and all, but this wouldn't have happened if you didn't annoy me at lunch today!'' She yelled, gripping furiously on her bag.
''Seems the chick doesn't like you.'' The man smirks, holding his head in agony on the floor.
''Shut it you old fart.'' I growl, kicking him in his area.
He lets his throbbing head go, and attends to his precious organ.
''I'm going home..'' Amu mumbles, running off to the end of the forest.
I'm walking on thin ice here!
-Amu's POV, next day at Easter Records-
I'm sitting outside the recording studio, i've already done my debut song, and now i'm waiting for Aya to finish hers.
Infront of me is a bunch of workers playing around with buttons, tabs and sound controls.
And infront of them, is Aya inside a glass booth, singing her heart out for her debut.
She looks at me, and winks.
I wave slightly, and mouth the words ''good luck''.
I ajust my white mask, and stroke the four feathers on the side.
I knew the mask would come in handy.
Today i'm wearing ( photo in profile ) a red shirt with white letters on the front, the sleeves come to my elbows. A demin short skirt with ripped looking fringes, and a black belt that goes round, and hands off slightly at the side.
Not wanting to look like a complete slut, I put on some black tights, and put some red knee length socks with three white stripes at the top.
Complete with my favourite black heels that go with just about anything.
Aya is wearing a bright pink hoody with the hood up. The hood has a set of pink cat ears sown onto it. The hoody has a cute picture of a pig on it, with the words 'PIG' underneath it, and a small zip on the side for decoration.
A black bow is sown onto the neckline of the hoody, and just above it on Aya's neck, is a blood red choker. Her ourfit is complete with a flared black skirt and red leggins.
We both like punk clothes, that's what makes us so alike!
Over the past few days, we've got along really well, we havn't had a disagreement at all!
She pulls the headphones off her hoody, and sighs happily, showing that her song is done and dusted.
She skips out of the studio booth, and grabs my hand.
She drags me off to the cafe in the building, just down the hall.
Not once have I taken my mask off, and I have to be on high alert for any accidents.
''Sit here while I get us something.'' She tells me, racing off to the food line.
I drum my freshly painted black nails on the table, and cross one leg over the other.
Show biz isnt bad at all! You get to record new songs, meet celebrities, have fans and get paid all at the same time!
''Amulet-san!'' Someone calls.
I look up across the table.
''K-kiseki-kun?'' I stutter in suprise.
Ofcourse it's Kiseki! Who else has a mask with crowns on it?
''It's nice to finally meet you, Amulet-san'' He bows and holds a hand out for me to shake.
I'm about to shake his hand, but i'm pulled out of my seat by strong arms.
''Mine.'' A deep voice growls.
De ja vu much?
Katsura: Oh Yoru! Your so kyoote!
Yoru: Urasai-nya! You've been saying that for the past hour-nya!
Amu: I think someones obsessed.
Ikuto: Katsura! Give me back my chara!
Katsura: NEVER!! -runs away with Yoru-
Yoru: Help me-nya!
Amu: You don't really want him back, do you Ikuto?
Ikuto: Not one bit. Now we're alone..lets write a smutty chapter, full of lemons, limes and a whole lot of ryhmes.
Amu: Don't ever do that again..
Ikuto: Yes ma'am..