I haven't visited in so long, that I've already forgotten how to upload chapters ^_^' Forgive me.

This is quite a short and lazy chapter, but I have another on the way thanks to knowing where I want this to go...kind of :)

I decided to come back after finding some really nice comments in my inbox and couldn't deny people. Plus, I had stopped writing Fan Fiction because I felt it pulled me away from the non-fan fiction related novels I was writing, when I realised recently that writing fan fiction is good practice, good fun and all about sharing ideas.

So here goes my not-so-best-shot at chapter 3, enjoy~

~ Kitty x ( Who is far from dead :) )

"There, there Amu," he said, gently stroking my gauze-bandaged leg. We're in the school infirmary.

He held a cloth covered in blood, probably used to stop my bleeding. I propped myself onto my elbows and rubbed my throbbing head - Kukai watched my every move. I swung my legs around and tried to stand up.

"W-Wait, where do you think you're going?" he asked before leaping from his seat to press my head back to the pillow underneath me.

"I want to finish the match," I told him, trying to push his arm away, but failing miserably.

"The match is long over. You need to stay here until your headache is gone."

"Fine…" I stared around the room while he flicked through a sports magazine. The infirmary was clean, white and boring. I could hear Kukai breathing beside me. "This isn't fair. Can't I go now?"

"I'll do something to make it up to you if you wait here. How does ice cream sound?"

There was a short pause while I thought about it, "Okay. But you have to promise to buy me whatever flavour I want."

"Sure."

Kukai gently pushed my hair out of my face. The infirmary nurse walked in and sat by her desk. She swivelled around in the chair before turning towards us; she was young and kept her chestnut hair down in a bob and smiled at us with dimples and blush on her cheeks.

"So what have we got here?" she asked, petting my arm.

"Nothing. I'm fine," I told her, crossing my arms.

Kukai chuckled beside me and explained that I had fainted after receiving a nasty injury on the field.

"And you brought her here? By yourself?" It was then I realised Kukai's hat had fallen off my head and my long hair was exposed.

"By myself. Could have used a little help though-" he glanced over at me to see what kind of mood I was in before he finished his sentence, "-she's so heavy!"

"Kukai!" I yelled and punched him as hard as I could.

"Tch-" he bent double clutching his stomach but still managed a smile, squinting his eyes.

"What a cute couple!" the nurse said before returning to her desk.

"COUPLE?" we exclaimed simultaneously but looked a each other and blushed.

I fell asleep after that and was woken twenty minutes later by Kukai and the nurse when it was time for the school to close. I explained to the nurse that I was feeling fine and well enough to go home. She asked me if I had a first aid kit at home and showed me how to change the bandages when needed. Kukai took my bag and put it on his back when we began walking home. My leg ached but I didn't dare tell him, I didn't want him to worry about me. He took a turn down a road I didn't know and I walked faster to catch up with him.

"H-Hey, where are you going?" I called after him.

"Just follow me," he said, taking my hand and leading me down to the very end of the road.

The street lamps turned on as it was getting late. I was still looking down at my hand which was being held by his. Kukai was a friend, right? Then why did I get such a stinging, pressing feeling on my heart? He looked back at my to announce we were 'here'. He saw me staring at our hands and smiled. I looked around to see an ice cream parlour beside us that said 'Gelati' on top. Kukai ordered lime ice cream in a cone then turned to me.

"What about you? I promised I'd pay."

"I do have to take an offer like that while you're in the mood. I'll have a 99."

We walked home eating the ice cream and Kukai offered to wait outside my house with me until I had finished even though he had finished his long before me. He laughed at me and asked if I was in a hurry to eat mine because I had ice cream on my cheek. He wiped the bit of ice cream from my cheek with his thumb. I blushed at the thought at how close he was to me.

When I was done he bid me goodbye and left. I hurried up to my bedroom and pressed my face against the window. I was just in time to see him walking down the street, kicking a football against it's walls and the neighbour's rubbish bins. I wondered what he'd do for the rest of the night, if his brothers would be home when he got home.