Chocolate Fetish
By: SunamiHV
Pairing: Amuto
Summary: Ikuto finds Amu in the park, she seemed sad, so he goes to check it out. He tries to lure the reason of why she is so sad with chocolate. Chocolate related things, chocolate anything. Would it convince Amu of telling Ikuto her problem, or would it just convince Amu that Ikuto has a serious problem with chocolate? Takes part when Amu is going to start Middle School, and Ikuto is in his last year of High School. So, you can guess the age difference. Oh yes, and the Shugo Chara characters will not be included in this plot. (Ran, Miki etc, etc...)
Disclaimer: I do not own. So there... bleh.
Author's Note: I know I haven't been updating as regularly as I would like, but I'm trying. Nyah. Y'know, I do have my final exams to study on, and lots of other school crap... I do hate projects. "Moi et Ma Maison." Grr, teachers are so cruel.
Moving on, I have another story in the works, still processing in my notebook. Lol, what I spend most of my time in school doing than paying attention. I guess Summer would be a better time for me to start really getting the gears going. Heh. So, enough babbling, let's get on with the story?
It's gonna be fluff. The only thing I feel should be appropriate with the two, at the moment. Heh, although, if my friend succeeds in convincing me, then maybe lemons would be in the future. Haha, nyah, nyah. Let's get going.
:D
Nibbling on a piece of chocolate I had swiped from one of many of my sister's declarations of love from her fans, I walked aimlessly around the park. Slowly eating away at the piece, I watched the clouds ahead the horizon changes colors from blue to a slight pink and purple color. I really do like sunsets, it makes me feel at ease.
Ah, what a shame. The chocolate's gone. Life never was fair. Frowning, I headed into the more public areas of the park, trying my luck at spotting vendors for ice creams or any other treats I could get my hands on.
As I was searching, my gaze crossed onto a certain pink-haired girl with the X accessory I was so familiar with. Smirking with all the intention to tease the little girl into blushing for me – I haven't seen her for awhile, not since the last time in her bed when I was sick – which I missed so much. Heading towards her, I quickly noticed her posture.
Usually, she'd have her back straight and either a determined or a distressed look on her, but this one. This one was something I haven't seen on her. It didn't suit her at all. She gloomily sat, her shoulders hunched, her face in her hands and – if I looked real hard – her shoulders were shaking. Shaking shoulders would usually mean that she was laughing, but considering that the park was almost deserted for the day, and none of her friends were accompanying her at the moment, it could mean one thing; she was crying.
At once a pang shot through my body. Something I was unfamiliar with, but every time I saw her, I was becoming more and more acquainted with the feeling. Unease swept through me as I saw her shoulders shake more. From this distance, I heard no sound escape her huddled form, but I knew if I got closer I would hear the faint sounds of whimpering.
Another pang shot through me. It really was getting tedious, I knew that she was in pain and that I did not like to see her in such a way, I knew that. I didn't need my body to constantly send shock waves throughout my body to confirm it. So to stop myself from the constant reminder, I briskly walked over to her.
It seemed that she didn't notice my presence, but it was okay, I didn't know what to say to her anyway. I had opened my mouth, intending to say something to make her feel uneasy, but I don't think it would be relevant at the moment. So I settled with brushing her hair from her face. I immediately had a response.
"I-Ikuto?" Her voice cracked and wavered, and my body showed another confirmation about my feelings towards her. I get it, I get it. Besides the waver in her voice, tears were evident in her eyes. They clouded her eyes, and were threatening to spill out. I took a breath to calm myself, and wondered who's life I had to sabotage. Was it the Kiddy King?
"Crying doesn't suit you," I started, "What's wrong?" Studying her features closely, trying to find some clue to lead me somewhere so I can make her hurting stop. Her eyes were so sad, and she looked in need of a pick-me-up.
"... Nothing, nothings wrong." I didn't believe her, she wasn't really the best of liars. "So, please leave me alone, I don't feel like putting up with you right now. I came here to think."
"Really?" This was interesting.
"Yes, I always come here to think," she looked up towards the sky, watching the sun slowly retreat into the west, taking the colors of day with it. I looked at her and saw that new tears were welling up in her eyes again.
I became alarmed when Amu retreated back into the confinements of her hands, accompanied with shaking shoulders and silenced sobs that made the left spot of my chest throb uncomfortably. I looked around, trying to find some way to make this stop, when I spotted an ice cream vendor. Ah, God lends a helpful hand at my distress.
I came back with two ice creams in hand. In my left was a chocolate cone, and the other was a minty green one with chocolate chips in it. On the way back here, I stole a quick sample of it. I couldn't help it, it was ladened with chocolate chips – I couldn't help myself. When I stepped in front of her, I could see that some of the shaking calmed down a bit, I was grateful. I didn't like seeing her that way.
She looked up at me, tear streaks evident on her pale face. Yet, another pang shot through me. I practically shoved the minty ice cream flavored one in her face and idly watched an animal lover walk their dog. I took a peek at her and saw as she wiped her eyes, she took the offer with a confused look. I kept watching as she took a cautious taste of the treat, and smiled as her face lit up with a bright Amu-like smile.
Satisfied, I nursed my own ice cream. It was starting to melt.
"Why'd you get me ice cream?"
"No reason," I took a seat next to hers, still trying to make the melting ice cream stop dripping. There was a pause in the air as Amu quietly examined her ice cream for any dripping.
"Thank you, Ikuto," Amu smiled. I took in a breath of calming air as I tried to cease my spluttering heart. I looked at her, stunned. She was still smiling at me, full impact, direct shot. She was smiling at me, boy did she have a great smile or what?
"Your welcome," I managed to pull out the words from my stalled throat.
"Why did you get me this flavor, Ikuto?" She asked.
"You were eating it one time, and it looked like you enjoyed it so..." I paused, not wanting to say that I was watching her that day. She smiled at me again. Looking away, I suppressed the urge to smile like an idiot. I managed a small smile, though.
We sat there in a comfortable silence, our ice creams depleting, and watching the sky grow dark. They sky was at the point where half of the sky was mixed in colors of purples and pinks with an orange sun, and the other half with an ever so present half moon, tagged with stars. Eventually, the ice creams were gone, and so was the rest of the daylight. The street light next to the bench we were sitting on lit on.
I asked her again what the matter was, but she stayed silent and wouldn't say a thing. "If you don't want to talk to me then I'll just leave." I got up and started to walk away, lingering a little so she can catch up to me if she wanted to spill. She didn't.
"It's getting dark, I better get home." Amu's eyes were downcast and her words felt more for her ears than mine. I stopped walking and watched her walk into me, obviously she wasn't looking where she was looking. She didn't even seem to notice that she had walked into me, until I didn't move away.
"Ikuto?"
"I'll walk you home, little kids aren't supposed to be out alone, anyway." I said coolly as I looked down at her, she hadn't lifted up her head once.
We were slowly making our way back to her house, and on the way I asked her what the problem was, and still, she didn't answer me.
"This isn't like your character, Amu." I stated.
"I know..." she said sadly. The way she said it, meant to let the subject go, but I won't give in.
She was being such a gloomy child, I had to find a way to fix that. Try to get at least some kind of reaction from her; a smile, a chuckle, shocked expression something. Passing by a shop corner, I got an idea.
"Wait a minute, okay?" She seemed to agree when she stood still next to the street light, getting consumed in the crowd of people. I was only going to leave for a while, so she should be alright.
When I came out, I had a grocery bag in hand full of goodies I thought might cheer her up. She looked up when I came up to her, a puzzled face crossed her features.
"What's inside?" She asked, her eyebrows scrunching together, her head tilted slightly to the right in a puzzled manner.
"Something... here, just take it," I held out the bag, just like the first time I had when I broke the pastry she made. Looking away as she took the bag and took a peek inside.
It was a while before she made a sound. She looked up from the bag with a wry little grin on her lips. It was at least something I got out of her, so I let myself smile a bit.
"Ikuto... they're all chocolate related items."
"So?"
"Why?"
I shrugged as a reply.
Amu shook her head, and looked at me again with an eyebrow raised, "You really have a problem, Ikuto. You really do have a problem."
I was shocked by this statement. Kind of unnerving that she had suddenly made a sound, and then smile – somewhat. Although, the comment left me disgruntled.
"What do you mean?" I started walking again, it really was getting late, "I don't have a problem." What did she mean?
"A chocolate fetish, Ikuto. It happens." I was walking in front of her, so I wasn't able to see her face but I knew there was a smile on it. I could hear it in her voice.
"I do not." Simple, I didn't know what she was talking about. What fetish?
"Come on, Ikuto. It's nothing to be ashamed of, some people have show fetishes, books, antiques. Chocolate is one of them. There's nothing to be ashamed of," she giggled.
I glared ahead of me, I do not have a chocolate fetish. "I do not."
"It's okay to admit it, there's nothing wrong with it."
"I just like chocolate..." There wasn't anything wrong with that, last I checked.
Finally, we were at her house. At first glance, everything seemed to be normal but then when I looked closer it seemed out of place almost. I looked over to Amu to ask her what was going on, I looked over just in time to see her face drop and that same gloomy expression overtook.
"Amu? What's wrong? You've been avoiding the question all night, what's going on?" I turned to face her. Her hands were balled into fists, clasped tightly onto the bag with her eyes downcast.
"It's nothing." She spoke so low, I had to strain to hear her. What is really going on? "Come on, Amu. Tell me what's really going on."
"It's nothing, really!" Then she bolted.
My shoulders drooped as I watched her run away. I couldn't go after her, what would I say when I caught up to her? I guess I'll have to make a late-night visit if I want to find out what she'd running away from.
As I turned to walk away I vaguely noticed the piles of boxes in he room.
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As promised, I went to go visit her later that night. I walked down the familiar path towards her house, and when I got close enough to see her house, I noticed one light still lit. I doubted that she was expecting me, but it made me feel nice to think so. I managed to get onto her balcony okay.
Her curtain wasn't pulled over the glass door, so I was able to see inside her room. She was sitting up on her bed with the covers over her legs and her head buried in her knees. I could see her shoulders shaking again, and looking around I got a closer look at the piles of boxes. I noticed that her room was considerably empty, everything was probably in the boxes. I got it then.
Was Amu moving away?
So this is what she was so hung over about? I paused at her door contemplating what I should do. She was going to move away and that threw me off. I thought it would be something that involved the Kiddy King. I didn't know what I should do, but I should do something. Quick.
Glancing over her again, she was still crying, my eyes caught the attention of the bag of goodies I had gotten her earlier. It had distracted her for a moment when I gave it to her and it made her smile. Turning away from her door I looked towards the night sky and thought it over.
With my mind made up I took a glance over at Amu and hoped I could cheer her up. This behavior didn't suit her at all, and it did something to me I was sure I didn't like. I didn't want to go any deeper into it, so I left it there. I didn't want anything else to cloud my mind at the moment. So I quickly left before any other thoughts happened unto my head.
I finished my task, and as I was walking towards her home again, I checked the time. 1:30 AM. I hope she wasn't sleeping yet. Well, it didn't matter, if she was I'd just wake her up, anyway.
I got up onto her balcony as I did before, and tapped at her door. The curtains were drawn over her door and the lights were out, indicating that she was sleeping, but like I said earlier. It didn't matter, I was going to wake her up anyhow.
When there was no response, I tapped at her door again, louder. This time she heard it. I could hear her stumbling around trying to turn on her light. The curtains drew back and she stood there rubbing her eyes staring at me, half asleep. I couldn't help but smile, her disheveled look was too cute on her.
She opened the door – she didn't lock it, I guess – and let me in. When I stepped inside, she closed the door behind me without saying anything, she was quiet and still. The sleep hasn't worn off yet, I suppose.
"Ikuto? What... what are you doing here?" she yawned.
"You're moving away," I got right to the point, and it threw her off. Her eyes widened and she couldn't meet my gaze.
"S-so you found out?" She hung her head and didn't say any more.
"It's kind of hard to miss with all the packed boxes and an empty looking room," I said calmly as to not move her to start crying again, "Is this why you were acting like that earlier?"
She nodded, still not looking up. I felt my eyebrows narrow and myself scowl. I really didn't like seeing Amu like this and I didn't know what to do exactly so I just held the new bag of goodies in front for her. I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to say.
Amu looked up and saw the bag, and just like before she was surprised. I watched as she blinked a couple of times, her mind trying to register what was happening. It was kinda funny, actually, how I could read her like a book. I smiled when she finally took the bag from me. Perplexed, she looked up at me after she took a peek inside.
It was really unexpected, her reaction – somewhat. She had that I-can't-believe-this kind of expression. Her half-crooked smile of disbelief. Amusing, really.
"Wh-what's this? More chocolate? What's with you and chocolate, Ikuto?" She asked, I held an amused smile as I looked at her. Glad that she wasn't so depressed as before.
"I can't help what I like," I said looking at her. Her eyes widened and she blushed. I raised my eyebrows at this reactions, what could she thinking?
"Amu," I leaned into her face to take a good look at her next expression, "What are you blushing for, perverted-kid?" I couldn't help it.
Her face flushed a deep red and she started to spaz, regular old Amu. "Wh-what are you talking about?! I am not! No!"
"I don't know, Amu. Explain why you face is so red." I said slyly.
She got real quiet and she didn't do anything, but her hands were clutching the bag so tight her knuckles turned white. Then, her expression dropped and I could see her eyes cloud with tears again. I took a step back, I wasn't expecting this at all.
She started to shake and she started to whimper. She shut her eyes tight and the tears poured out down her face, she was going to cry again. Without thinking, acting on impulses I took her into my arms and held her their. She accepted it and started to muffle her cries into my chest. I forgot how short she was until then. It was like that for some time before she started speaking.
"It's not fair! I don't want to move, I don't want to move!" It was muffled, but I could make out the words.
"I know..."
"Why does Papa's job have to be like this?! Why can't he go take his pictures then come back?! Why do we have to go too?!" She cried, clinging onto me. I frowned and let my head rest on top of hers.
"Well, are you coming back?" I asked, truly interested in the answer.
"I-I don't know. Mama didn't say... I don't want to leave, Ikuto... I don't want to leave." She stopped talking and quietly sobbed into my chest. I stood there and held her, thinking.
What if she doesn't come back, what would I do?
Having the thought that she wouldn't ever come back made my heart felt strained, and not at ease. I took a breath and let it out, coming to a conclusion. Even if her parents won't come back, Amu would come back some day. When she is grown and independent, and I would be here waiting for her. I didn't like that there would be so many years without seeing her, but if her parents won't be coming back here, at lest Amu would have her own free will to come back here. I hope. If she doesn't find someone else at where she would be.
I sighed and pulled Amu from me, and held her by the shoulders at arm's length. She looked up, with tear tracks on her face and reddened eyes.
"Ikuto?"
"Here, let's eat something," I took the bag from her and pulled out chocolate pocky. I walked over to her bed and took a seat, eating the chocolate pocky. I looked over towards Amu who was standing there, confused. "What? If you don't come over soon, I'll eat all of it."
"Ah? O-Okay."
I sighed and rested my head on top of hers as we ate pocky. It was very quiet, save for the sounds of crunching pocky. Other than that, it was peaceful.
"Amu, you should get to sleep, or you'll be tired in the morning."
"... But I don't want to." She grasped my sleeve, and it seemed she wasn't letting go any time soon.
"Mmm, I guess it can't be helped, can it?" I said, "I'll stay with you for a bit, but then you'll have to sleep."
"I don't want to." That's what she said, but she was already starting to fall asleep.
I waited until she finally fell asleep until I decided to leave. I tucked her in bed and left the rest of the sweets next to her on her nightstand. As I was leaving, I took one last look of her. I knew I would regret it later on in life if I didn't do this. So, I swiftly walked back to her and pecked her lightly on her lips.
I've always wondered how they would feel against mine, and now I had my answer. They were really, really soft. I couldn't help myself as I leaned down again and sampled another feel. This time, I faintly noticed a hint of chocolate pocky.
Mmm, all the more better. As I lifted my head, I licked my lips savoring the taste of chocolate pocky, remnants of life's simple pleasures.
Chocolate.
As I shut the glass door behind me, I took one last glance at her. I longed for the day she would be willing to come back here, to me – if possible. So that I could once again share pocky with her, and if I'm lucky, I would get to sample the taste of velvet chocolate from her lips again. Okay, maybe Amu was right. I have a chocolate fetish...
So sue me.