Ikuto pov
Broken, not working, busted, wrecked, out of order. Amu's heart was literally broken, not metaphorically like you see on all of those crappy romance movies, her heart's eggs were shattered. Oh. Shit.
"How… how did they break?" My voice still sounded incredibly weak, despite my best efforts t make it sound stern.
"Her house caught on fire when she was out… and killed the family. She came home just in time to see the firemen pull out Ami's body. She broke them herself."
There was a misconnection somewhere in my brain because I wasn't processing the new information. 'She broke them herself.' Or, in other words, 'She she stuffed her charas into their eggs and smashed them against a rock because it was too much.' Yeah. That seems about right.
"…Bitch didn't even talk to us by herself. She chewed us out whenever we went near her," I gritted my teeth. I was about ready to murder Kukai and make it look like an accident, but he just kept going.
"She liked pain, to give and receive it. Burned us with a lighter when we asked her to come out with us. Fucking sadist." He had just finished his muttered thought when my fist connected with his jaw, ripping his hand from Utau's as he fell back.
"Wouldn't you feel the same if it was your family and your heart? I'm sure she has no control over how she acts. She doesn't have a freaking heart." I towered over Kukai.
"Abandoning your charas is unforgivable." I whirled on Utau.
"What about you? Remember how you treated Eru when you still worked for Easter? She ran away!" Utau winced.
The atmosphere was so taut you could cut it with a knife. There was once again dead silence, and the very minimal people passing though the park were staring at us. Yoru's gentle sobbing broke the time-freeze.
"Miki ~nya…" He sniffled, yellow cat eyes tearing up as he curled up on my shoulder.
"I left, her family died, her eggs broke, for all the crap she's been through I'd say that she's in good shape. If it were any of us, we'd have committed suicide or something by now. She's doing well." I said softly, making stern eye contact with every one of them.
One question still lingered in my mind; if she had run away or something, why did she stay in the same area with the risk of getting caught by people looking for her? It didn't make much sense. If she'd really been desperate, she could've called me and I would've gotten her plane tickets to live in that apartment with me in London. Although, she was rather changed, and the new Amu didn't seem like the "stop and ask for directions" type…
Nagihiko's expressions were rapidly changing, and I remembered he hadn't said anything.
"Something to add, Nagihiko?" He looked startled, but his face then settled back into the same unidentifiable expression it was before.
"Yeah… how did you know she'd in good shape…?"