I do not own anything. I get lost in my own books, and I always forget my life. Well, fanfiction is probably a portion of my life; therefore, I forget at about it as well. Sometimes, I fear that I may be autistic. On a different note, I'm going to switch up the POV's to different people. I just wanted to get you to know Amu for starters and then diverge into other protagonists.

"Ikuto, don't contact Amu in any way. Tsumugu is concerned that you're going to get in the way of his plans." The blond man with boyish features sternly admonished me. My legs and arms sprawled on the wooden floor beneath me. This apartment was always empty.

"Do you really think this is the right way for Amu to live? Is it even right for us and Tsumugu to decide that for her?" I questioned his orders. Inferring by the hard look setting on his face, I knew that according to Tadase's strict dictionary I was speaking treason—or blasphemy, as he sometimes put it.

"Do you hear yourself? Of course, this is the right way. What other right way would there be?" My more experienced partner gaped at me. Tadase seemed like the stereotypical high-strung kid sometimes, but any other topic that didn't have to do with vampire duties would have shown Tadase as the courteous, friendly, average boy you'd see around. Thing was—Tadase wasn't a boy nor even a man.

"Amu should be able to live life, knowing the secrets her family hides." I responded, sitting up to make a point.

"What secrets are they hiding from her?" The arrogant creature, priding himself as a vampire, balked at me. I, once again, defied his vampire-revering principles.

"Hinamori Amu should know that her mother left her and her father once she learned he was a vampire. She should know why her father leaves her at home and that he still loves her. She has the right to know." I replied to another one of his questions. I looked off at a distant white wall, imagining the pink-haired girl.

"The Mortal doesn't have the right to pry into any vampire's matter. What does Tsumugu hope to accomplish by presenting the Mortal to the council is beyond… me." Right as Tadase finished his last word, his words finally caught up to him. Disgusted recognition of himself dawned on his face. He couldn't even look me in the eye. "Ikuto, you know what I meant, right?"

"Do you even know what you meant?" I leered at him, keeping my anger at the barest minimum possible. I stood up from where I sat. In this desolate apartment, I could feel the echoes bouncing off the wooden floors.

"Ikuto, your eyes are red." I scrunched my eyebrows in thought, looking at the reflection of my red eyes piercing from his reddish-pinkish eyes. I sighed, shut my eyes, and thought about Amu's gentle yet fierce gaze. I lifted my eyes back to the reflection in his eyes and saw that my eyes reverted back to their azure blue… It actually worked. I didn't have enough time to amaze in the solution because Tadase brought my mind right back to the topic.

"I don't know what I meant. It just came out. I like Amu… Ikuto, I think you're becoming attached. Just drop it. She's just a—" I cut him off before he could say that word again.

"I'm going out for a late night bite." I relented and walked out onto the balcony. Luckily, Tadase didn't utter another word. I hopped off the balcony and made my way to the city. I didn't use my vampire speed, just the normal walking speed.

During the whole way to wherever I was going, I could only think of Amu. It wasn't for her eye-catching pink hair or her flaring amber eyes. It wasn't for her light, melodious laugh that sent sparks through you. It wasn't for the relentless conflict between her and herself that commenced in her eyes. It wasn't for the way she covered her worries and doubts with a smile. It wasn't for—.

"Wouldn't it be amazing if that guy was a vampire?" A girl squealed to her friend. It never ceased to amaze me on how the human race was fascinated in vampires, and it amazed me all the more when the vampire notoriety increased even more.

"Um, excuse me, sir. Could you drink my blood?" Her friend boldly leaned her head to the side, as her friend giggled in the background. With a smirk, I laughed to myself at how the vampires had this effect on people.

"Sure, but you have to promise not to scream, as well as your friend over there." I didn't have to use compulsion or any supernatural power. I knew how they would just compliantly do whatever I told them. They smiled and nodded with their neck arched to the side. I both pulled them closer, one arm for each of them, and bit them, savoring each and every drop.

"I wouldn't mind dying like this." One of them told the other. "I can't even feel my fingertips." The other replied back. I would've let that happen, but a goddess' voice spoke through to me.

"Ikuto?" Her voice twinkled like bells. In my mind, I could feel the frightful quivers that coursed through her body. I let the two girls go and hypnotized them into going back home, not bothering to erase their memory.

"What's wrong, Amu?" With the smoothest voice I could speak, I tried to calm her down. In the middle of the park, I sat down on the bench.

"What, nothing's wrong. *sniffle* I just want to know more about you." She laughed to herself, as if she made the stupidest excuse; but to me, it was the cutest excuse. Oh, that laugh…

"Like what?" I asked her, earning another giggle. She probably laughed at herself for being so stupid again.

"Like how your mother was? How did your father treat you?" She continued on with the thought. Having her voice in my head was truly a drug.

"My mother…" I tried to think of all the good things my father and mother was. "My mother was a world-renown singer. Because she was never really home, the time between us would be sacred. She'd sing me a song, and sometimes, my father, who was at home as much as my mother was, would play the violin with her. I never really knew what a family was like, but that was the closest thing to family I had."

"Ikuto," There she went again, saying my name with that voice. If she isn't careful, I'd do the worst things possible to her. "Your parents seem so sincere…"

I willed myself to ask a question that I was sure would break her. "Amu, do you miss your mother?" I could feel the muffled sob erupting in her throat and the "I'm okay" phrases she repeated to herself.

"I-I miss my mother, Ikuto… And I don't even know where or who she is anymore. I only remember one thing from her." Amu whimpered. She was probably huddling herself up in those pink covers of hers.

"What do you remember of her?" I asked her.

"I don't want to say it. If I say it, I might jinx it and it might actually come true." The sweet, terrified voice whispered to me, as if she were speaking a secret.

"Hinamori Amu, you're strong enough to face whatever hits you. Face your fears." I encouraged her. I wasn't doing this for me to know; it was for her to understand how strong she was.

"I never told my father this, but my mother actually gave me a choice to come with her. When I chose my father, she told me that I'd become a monster if I stayed with my father."

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