I am overjoyed with the amount of reviews my story has received. Thank you very much to everyone. Although I do apologize for a rather late update. Please enjoy this short chapter; I apologize also for it being so short.

Chapter 4

Five year old Hinamori Amu was clad in a white sundress with matching stockings. Her pristine white strappy flats made no sound as she held her father's hand, walking through a corridor of white walls and tiles. A few of the nurses who they passed by called her an angel.

Angel? The little girl felt like a ninja.

"Papa," She calls.

"What is it dear?"

"Is mama going to be okay?"

"Of course she is, Amu." He assures her but Hinamori Tsumugu's worried eyes tell her otherwise.

Silence filled the air as they turned another corner. They made their way to the last door at the right side of the corridor, both anxious.

Tsumugu opens the door and-

"Hinamori-san." He stops midway.

He pushes the door even further to reveal-

"Hinamori-san!" Nikkaidou Yuu's voice becomes louder and louder. "Hinamori Amu-san!"

"OKAA-SAN!" I open my eyes to Tsukiyomi and the whole class staring at me. Sensei, of course, was towering over by my side. The class then erupts into laughter.

Sensei isn't pleased, "I do regret to inform you, Hinamori-san, that I am not your mother." The class laughs at this again. Except Tsukiyomi.

"Fifth period and you're still sleepy?" Sensei asks.

"No, I just-" Tsukiyomi then puts his hand to my forehead.

"I think she has a fever, sensei. Please let me take her to the clinic." He says.

"Yes, Tsukiyomi-san, you go do that. Now, can anyone else tell me how we get the hypotenuse of this right triangle?" I wasn't really excited at the thought of walking to the clinic with Tsukiyomi.

And Tsukiyomi alone.

I try my best to get up on my own from my chair. Thinking that I succeeded, vertigo hit me again. The cold floor would be nice. I wouldn't mind a bandage on my head, too. These thoughts crossed my mind as I was waiting for the hard cold floor to hit my head.

My eyes are closed as I felt myself falling-

"Oi."

I open my eyes. Tsukiyomi is carrying me.

"Oi," I say back to him. "Wait, what are you-"

"KYAAA TSUKIYOMI-SAMA IS CARRYING HINAMORI-SAN!"

"Damnit! I wanna do that to her, too! She's just too cute!"

"TSUKIYOMI-SAMA, NOOOOOO!"

Ignoring the violent reactions from our classmates, Tsukiyomi heads to the back door. I, however, was in his arms. 'Bridal style,' what others called it, I think.

It's time to be smart and mature about things, "I would nag and yell at you to put me down on my own two feet, but I honestly can't make it to the clinic like this. Th-thanks, Tsukiyomi." My voice almost echoed at the silence in the corridor. It wasn't until the next flight of stairs until he said,

"I would never let a friend down. Not on her own feet…not when she's dizzy as fuck."

I fail to hide my blush. And once again, Tsukiyomi Ikuto let's out his famous smirk.

A few seconds had passed and we were in front of the school clinic. "You can put me down now, Tsukiyomi, really. I can take it from here. You can go back to class. I apologize, by the way, for keeping you from class and now you missed maybe half of the-"

"Will you stop it already? Geez, Amu, you're really cute being all stubborn and all that but there are times when you should just shut the fuck up and let people take care of you."

Oooh, burn. Look, Amu, someone's actually caring for you. Yet you're pushing him away; just like the others…like how you always do. Congratulations, you're such a pro at these kinds of things. Keep up the good work, Amu. Just keep pushing people away, and then everything will be back to normal; just you and me. Forever-

"Shit, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make your cry." Hot tears make their way down my cheeks as I sniffle. What the actual fuck is going on? I've…I've never been the one to cry in front of others before, especially not in front of guys. What was wrong me? Is Tsukiyomi…..changing me? That's not possible; it's too soon. I can't fully trust him yet.

Oh, God, I'm such a –

"Pussy," I mutter.

"What?" Confused sapphire eyes replace worried ones as he looks at me, completely puzzled.

"I'm such a pussy!" I exclaimed, tears still streaming down my face.

And for the second time in my life, I hear Tsukiyomi Ikuto laugh.

Why was he being like this around me all the time? We weren't even that close; I mean, seriously, why would he waste time with a loser like me? I'm not some goddess like Rima, my hair wasn't as perfect as Yamabuki Saaya's; I was just plain Amu.

That crazy chick with the stupid pink hair and big-ass eyes.

Your average classmate with the average marks but with the surprisingly high mark in English even though she's Japanese. Your average classmate that walks home alone because her best friend is too busy to care about how her day went.

Why is Tsukiyomi Ikuto treating me like my jokes deserve to be laughed at?

Why is he treating me…normal?

He then pats my head and chuckled a little. "See ya later, Amu." He turns around and walks away. And I frown at this.

This is bad.