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Now chapter 6!

As I trudged back home my head hanging the only thing in my mind was what he said and what I had done. He wanted to talk to me, about what? I broke that obnoxious, conceited singer's arm. Of course I was going to pay. But I didn't like that thought at all. I never meant for it to happen, it's not like I did it on purpose. That's a lie I did do it on purpose. But I thought I was throwing a football. How wrong I was. I can't imagine what Ikuto's thinking right now, but at least I know that a lot of his thoughts would be centred on me. I heaved a sigh as I walked up to my door and rang it twice. The door opened revealing my little sister smiling up on me. How I wish to be her right now.

"Hi Ami," I mumbled as I walked inside.

She followed after me as I collapsed on the couch. Her face looked slightly concerned for me, could she tell that there was something wrong. Probably, she was my sister after all. Even if she did notice my feeling of guilt and wariness she didn't say anything. I'm quite glad she didn't. She suddenly started squealing and pointing at the TV screen as I turned my head to our TV. Damn, I don't need another reminder. It was Ikuto in one of his concerts that he had performed before the little incident. He was speaking in the microphone now with the same playful grin on his face.

"Hey everyone, great to see you all again," he paused as a scream of many fan girls chorused. He then continued, "My next song is dedicated to a special person in particular. You know who you are,"

My eyes were now fixed to the TV as I waited for him to start singing. He's even smug on stage wherever he is he'll act the same. I narrowed my eyes; he did deserve what he got, didn't he? He opened his mouth to sing as I grabbed the control and turned the TV off.

"Amu!" Ami whined.

I didn't want to listen to his voice; it just made me more angrier inside. I stood up and marched up to my bedroom. I had already heard him sing anyway, not in person, but for like 5 seconds on Rima's IPOD. There was no reason to listen again. And when I was watching it that comment he had made the other day popped into my head. 'So you like listening to my voice, huh?' I collapsed on my bed my face on my pillow. Stupid, conceited, annoying, cat. Cat? Where did that come from? I shook my head as I visualised a cat like Ikuto in my head. Pfft, too funny. I was now laughing hysterically banging my fists on the pillow. My phone suddenly started vibrating as I stopped laughing and looked at it. I sat up and looked at the number, it was withheld. I pressed it to my ear wondering who it was.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

"Hi Amu," an annoyed voice replied back.

I knew exactly who it was. It was Mr. Kitty Cat Ikuto-nya. Pfft. I suddenly started laughing, he's probably wondering why. He will never know, ha.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked which only made me laugh harder.

I heard him sigh, "Just stop your weird laughing and come to the hospital already,"

I stopped laughing now realising something. How did he know my number?

"Hey, how did you get my number," I enquired my thoughts becoming words.

There was a silence as I heard him snigger.

"Let's just say I have my ways,"

So he wasn't going to tell me was he? But he seemed to be keen on me going to the hospital. Oh, crap. I had remembered what had happened today and my face had gone completely blank. Was he going to talk to me about his arm? Had I really broken it? He did say that if he had broken it he wanted to talk to me in the hospital. So it must be broken. Oh god, it is! I was now biting my nails with worry sketched over my face.

"Just be at the hospital in 10 minutes," he instructed.

He hanged up as I was left with my beeping mobile. I switched it off as I stood up abruptly. If I didn't go it would just make things worse. So the only choice was to go and persuade him that I was really sorry (which I kind of was) and that I didn't mean it (which is a lie again). He'd just have to believe it. I ran down the stairs and grabbed my coat telling my parents and Ami that I was going out for a while. I rushed out the door as I made my way to the hospital.

"Erm, where is Tsukiyomi Ikuto please?" I asked the receptionist as she looked up her glasses only just touching her nose.

I smiled awkwardly as she looked me up and down with a suspicious look in her eyes.

"You're one of those fan girls, aren't you?" she said.

I shook my head but she raised an eyebrow not believing me. If I wasn't allowed in by this receptionist how was I going to find him? Wait a second, why am I worrying? Isn't it better that I couldn't go in because I was thought to be a 'crazy fan girl'? I wouldn't have to face Ikuto! Great! I was rejoicing this when I heard a voice break through my optimism. I saw him and sulked.

"Oh, Amu," he said as he indicated for me to follow him.

That plan had failed badly. I looked at Ikuto there was a cast on his arm. I gulped, it was broken. I followed him into a hospital ward as we both that down opposite each other. I was still staring at the cast as I looked up. His face was perfect portrait of being utterly pissed.

"Oh god, I am really sorry," I apologised my voice did have some truth to it.

I was sorry, even if he got what he deserved. Though he got a little too much.

"How long will it be until it's fixed?" I asked.

He shrugged, "6-8 weeks, maybe,"

He looked away his arms folded and his blue eyes filled with infuriation.

"Let me ask you this, how the hell am I supposed to do my concerts and other things to do with my music career?" he asked leaning forward.

It wasn't like his voice was the thing that had been broken.

"Just not play the violin?" I suggested.

He didn't seem to like this idea. He raised an eyebrow as I smiled awkwardly. I'm in deep shit.

"I don't think I can do that Amu. A lot of my songs contain a violin piece in it. There are only a few that don't," he paused, "Also, I've got a tour coming in only a week and it is essential that I have my violin. So, got any other bright ideas?"

I didn't say anything but he knew I didn't. This was my entire fault, why am I so stupid? But he made me snap! He looked at me as a sudden smirk appeared on his face.

"Why are you smirking?" I enquired nervously.

He leaned in further into me; he was now close, way too close.

"You can be my replacement," he whispered into my ear.

My mouth fell open in disbelief. A replacement, how the hell could that work? He seemed to know what I was thinking from my expression.

"Well, if I stop working for a while then the company would have to cancel the concerts and other things, which will cost money. But, if you became a new singer you could pay off the money,"

My mouth was still gaping. He was absolutely crazy. How could I become a singer? I don't even think my parents would let me!

"No!" I declined, "I'm never doing that!"

He snorted now looking rather smug.

"It's either that or you pay for the damage on my arm,"

The damage on his arm? It couldn't be that much right? Hopefully it wasn't.

"How much?" I enquired.

He smirked, "5 thousand,"

I nearly fainted. 5 freaking thousand! If I told my parents, 'would you lend me 5 thousand?' they would disown me! What am I going to do?

"You can't pay for it can you?"

I shook my head sighing. So was I now debuting as a singer?

"Alright then, here's my managers card he'll see you tomorrow," he said handing me the card.

I looked at it and put in my pocket. I stood up as I walked out the door.

"Amu," Ikuto started, "Try not to make a bad impression,"

What have I gotten myself into?

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