The Violinist's Phone: Chapter 3
--The two so different, so many miles apart. Yet all it took was a single message to bring them together.--
It was still unbelievable for poor Amu to think that she had uncovered her idol's identity in public. She was sure he hated her for it. Who wouldn't? Especially well you are trying to hide from the ridiculously nosey reporters sneaking and disguising themselves, hoping to get a good scoop. She didn't really blame the paparazzi. They had to make their own living as well.
She sighed and stared out the window blankly, her face void with emotions. What was he thinking now…?
- - -
"Tsukiyomi-san! How can you be so careless?"
He tuned out the rest of the managers' words. That annoying person can drone on for days. It was a wonder why he himself had put up with his manager for so long. What was the pink haired girl, namely Hinamori Amu, doing now? Probably doing something better then hearing this idiot yakking away.
"Are you even listening?!"
"You can shut up and start packing. I'm getting a new manager. You're fired."
"Wha…?!"
The speechless person stood dumbstruck at the corridor watching the violinist walk away coolly.
- - -
Many times I wondered why you lingered in my dreams.
Amu walked around the shopping mall humming a tune softly and glancing at the shops every now and then trying to find gifts for her friends in Japan. A cute blue outfit with frills accompanied with a matching cap was on display. The colour of his eyes…
"That would look good on Miki…"
Places I've wandered through, only hoping to get a glimpse of you.
A full blown poster of the violinist was pasted on the bus stop's pin board. Ugh. Why was HE everywhere wherever she goes?! She sighed. The only way she could ever meet up with him was seeing his pictures or going to his concert. Even so, she never was really satisfied.
Yet each time I've tried, you wandered further away from my grasp.
He always seemed so far away, as if living in a totally different world from her.
Were we not meant to be?
"Argh! Who is the one controlling the damned radio station?!"
- - -
Once again he walked out into the streets donning another disguise. Everyone had looked up to him, as a brilliant music prodigy, as an idol. It was…suffocating. He could barely step out of his own home without fearing that his mobs of fans would come running after him. The pressure of staying the top, having to go on many continuous worldwide tours and to constantly worry his sister's health was steadily taking a huge toll on his own physical health. It wasn't a wonder that he would one day collapse on the stage in the middle of a concerto.
Ikuto blinked his eyes. The vision of the sight before him is getting blurry once again. He shook off the impending dizziness. Hopefully he would be able to last the night.
- - -
"Hmm…that would look good on Suu…ah!"
She bumped into the person and landed on the floor. She looked up to glare at the person and probably tell him off as well for not looking where he was going.
"Look where you are going! Hey you look familiar…"
The person muttered an apology, his head bowed low. He got up and walked away, with each step he swayed unsteadily.
"Are you ok? Are you hurt?"
Amu stared at his staggering form. He was…the person whom is spent with last Christmas! What ever happen to the guy who cheered her up during that fateful night?
"You alright?"
She tried to support him but he pushed her way.
"I don't need your help."
"Stop being so stubborn!"
He sighed and let the insistent girl drag him to a café.
"You don't look alright."
Tiredly he lifted his head to see the person. What a surprise. It was her. The one at last Christmas.
"I'm ok really. Just not having enough sleep."
He made a motion to stand but she immediately forced him back to his seat and ordered two cups coffee.
"Drink up. It will do you good."
The brunette took up the warm cup of coffee a sipped it.
"Thank you."
He muttered, almost inaudibly. Amu smiled. He got captured by the stunning smile of hers immediately. The perfect curve…
"It's nothing! So what happened to you?"
He looked up at her once more and into her stunning gold eyes.
"It's nothing important."
Those beautiful enchanting onyx orbs of his…she could drown in the deepness that held within them.
"Ok…"
Once more the both lapsed into a dead silence.
"Where do you live?"
- - -
Amu took a refreshing shower before stepping out of the bathroom. She yawned. Today was rather eventful. She glanced at her mobile phone. Why not?
'Hey, did you remember last Christmas? I spent it with this brunette in the streets I met at night and you know I met him today once more!'
'I see. And how did it go?'
'He seemed really stressed and depressed.'
'Really?'
'As if he was going to faint any minute.'
'Was it that bad?'
'Yeah. I made him have a coffee with me so he could rest.'
'I see.'
'I wonder what happened to him, what do you think Neko-san?'
'I wonder.'
'You don't seem very talkative today Neko-san.'
'Maybe.'
I'm sure of it.'
'What do you think about this brunette?'
'He is handsome. With those onyx orbs of his, if he would cut his bangs a little many ladies would have fallen for him.'
'I see.'
'Are you really ok? You don't seem fine as well. Why is everyone suddenly getting all so down?'
'I don't know.'
- - -
"Amu-chin! Look! A live interview with Ikuto tomorrow!"Yaya waved the newspaper in front of the pink haired girl's face. She grabbed the flapping paper and read it.
Perhaps she could go apologise to him tomorrow for the incident that happened on that day!
- - -
"Tsukiyomi-san! Any juicy bits about your love life?"
"None."
"Aw come on, you must have many romance going on in your life."
"Not really."
"Tsukiyomi-san, is it true that you are seeing this Minasaki person?"
"No."
Amu looked on as the interview was being held. She shook her head. Why were the paparazzi so set on trying to get information on his love life? If anything, it was really funny to see them getting all negative replies though it was weird why anyone didn't notice that he looked rather tired lately. Creases appeared on his forehead frequently as he continued with his blatant 'no's.
"If you all are here to ask about my love life, the answer is going to be no. Excuse me."
Ikuto strode off from the spotlight. Murmurings can be heard from the background. Secretly Amu trailed him backstage trying to avoid all security guards.
"Tsukiyomi-san, you shouldn't just walk off the stage like that! It will make everyone suspicious."
"Right now give me some time alone."
"Be up there in 15mins."
He nodded.
"Ikuto are you really ok nya?"
"You don't need to worry so much Yoru."
"But…but."
"Try to distract the stupid manager for a few more minutes for me."
"Ok."
Yoru walked out of the room. Amu, seeing a chance, sneaked into the room silently.
"Who is it?"
She was found out.
"One of your fans?"
He turned to see Amu. He grinned at her.
"Didn't think you were that good to be able to sneak your way around here. They might think you are my lover you know."
She blushed at the remark.
"Eh! I didn't mean to cause you trouble Ikuto!"
Ah. She had let her honorific slipped.
"Why, so informal with me already?"
He smirked.
"I mean Tsukiyomi-san."
He rolled his eyes.
"Tsukiyomi-san this, Tsukiyomi-san that. It's nice to hear a change."
"Right, Ikuto-san."
"You can get rid of the honorific if you want."
"But that's very impolite."
"Say what you like."
He was about to turn the doorknob when he felt the dizzy spell came back once more. He closed his eyes and tried to support himself with the door. Amu thought she saw him falter in his steps for a moment but that might have been a trick of the light.
"You want to meet up again some other time?"
"What…? But wouldn't you be too busy?"
"I need time to relax and preferably with a pretty girl at my side too."
Amu took note of his careless flirting.
"Fine. But couldn't you just go out with one of your fan girls?"
"None as daring as you."
They exchanged numbers, Ikuto immediately delete hers when she entered it on his phone; he already have it. Amu however didn't notice anything, the similarity of the numbers, nothing. Ikuto laughed inwardly. This was going to be interesting.
"Ikuto! They are calling for you nya!"
Yoru entered the small room once more.
"Right I'm coming."
"Eh? Who's that? Your lover?"
"I'm not!"
Amu exclaimed blushing. Ikuto grinned at her with an 'I told you so' glance.
"See ya later."
He winked before leaving.
"Oh darn, how am I supposed to get out now?"
- - -
Amu eventually got caught and got kicked out anyway. Stupid burly guards. Can't they at least treat her a little more gently?
'You won't believe what happened today!'
'Erm…?'
'I've met Tsukiyomi Ikuto!'
'I see. Anything interesting happened?'
'Well I managed to talk to him…'
'And?'
'What and?'
'You know…'
'Pervert.'
'Hey that was what you thought. I'm not implying that way.'
'Liar.'
'No not really, you are denying that you are the pervert yourself.'
'I'm no pervert!'
'Ha ha. Later perverted kid.'
Argh! She was most certainly not perverted!
- - -
"Hello, may I speak to Tsukiyomi-san?"
"Yes?"
"I'm afraid your sister won't make it unless we find a suitable bone marrow donator."
"I see."
"I suggest you visit her while you still can."
"Thank you for telling me."
- - -
'Amu-chan!'
'Miki! We haven't chatted for quite some time!'
'Yea I know, the rest are so very anxious to meet you but they are too busy.'
'What do you mean by that?'
'I'm coming to Paris as well!'
'Really?!'
'Yup! My boss send me overseas to study more about fashion designing. I can't wait to see you!'
'Same here! I'm so glad you are coming. I've got many things to tell you.'
'Sorry Amu, I gotta run.'
'See you soon.'
Oh my gosh. So many events all happening at the same time. There is no such song by the way. The lyrics were made up by me to prevent this story from being deleted. Ikuto is suffering from stress, Utau from leukaemia. Yes, I have researched on the symptoms. It does cause dizziness. And also it is possible to key in two phone numbers that are same. I've tried it.
This chapter is dedicated to everyone who reviewed. Thank you for staying with me until 100! :3 Therefore, and extra chappie for you all since I love you all so much. XD
Erm actually a faster update but who cares! Though I won't upload the next chapter soon though. Like I said special! I got a feeling this is going to have a very sad ending...eh...
Some polls:
Should I change the title?
a) Lovers in Paris
b) Melody of the hearts
c) Just a message away
d) Intoxicating Romance (I don't see how this is related lol)
e) Don't change
f) (Suggest something)
Should I change the genre?
a) Drama
b) Remain as humour.
And as usual, REVIEW! :3
Luna
(Argh, why do I keep typing Luan?! Wtf?)