I do not own anything. I did a bad thing. This is my second week of summer, yet I haven't even updated. I feel so dirty. It's almost been a month now. I'll try to update weekly… hopefully. I might post a chapter from a different story from mine tomorrow… hopefully.
Normal POV
"Amu, could you help me with a project?" Kyo inquired of his roommate on the bed across from him. His roommate looked at him for a second, searching for any sign of trickery.
"Matters on what the project is about." Sitting on her bed and leaning against the wall, Amu replied skeptically, strumming idly on her guitar.
"Our professor told us to compose a short song, and he asked us to get a professional to advise us." Kyo grinned, unable to hide his devious intentions.
"I know what you're getting at; and if there were different circumstances, I would refuse. However, I'll say yes this one time only. Treat it as an apology for having your face on the cover. I really am sorry for being a bother." She apologized with a sober expression.
"…" Kyo paused for a moment yet continued. "Amu, would you please listen to me? I need to talk to you about…" For those few moments, Kyo was different. From the charismatic, strong man to this weak guy at a loss of words, Kyo became a completely different person. Amu would sometimes lean on him here and there, but this guy had trouble relying on himself.
"Could I possibly - if it doesn't bother you – confide in you?" Kyo requested, giving such a different image. Amu took a second to take in this new side of Kyo. It was too much of a distinction between the two that Amu could only nod. "Amu, I'm actually-"
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! A loud blow to the door pierced through the tense air.
"Forget about it, Amu. You don't have to help me with the project, and don't mind what I just said. I'll get the door." Kyo said, giving a reluctant, forced smile. Walking to the door and opening it, Kyo smeared on his usual character and plastered on a carefree, idiotic grin.
"Hey, guys, what are you doing, surprising me?" He breathed out a laugh as if – to Amu – breathing out a sigh. It didn't sound different from his other laughs; but since she saw that defenseless him, her impression on him changed.
"Didn't we say we'd take you to that karaoke group date, whether you liked it or not?" One of them told him.
"Seriously, guys… Sorry, Amu, but I'll be coming back late." Kyo said, throwing on his jacket.
"G-Got it…" Amu answered back, recovering from this newly found discovery.
Normal POV
"Hey, Nikaidou-san, how do you do it?" The director grinned, slapping the manager's back.
"Do what?" He questioned him, having no clue of this man's blabber.
"Getting that rebellious Ikuto to be serious about work is what I'm talking about. He's not off in his private matter, and he's doing better in his work. He's actually helping the staff; such as giving the script writers and producers some ideas, moving and getting props and furniture, setting up the set, tutoring the actors, adjusting the music to become better, and such. He's actually speeding up the production of things. We've never had to do a double take with him around." The director explained with a jovial chuckle.
"Just some persuading in the matter." Nikaidou grimaced. "Sorry, director, but I have to talk with my client."
The director waved farewell in an energetic manner and moved on to give directions to some subordinates. Nikaidou walked to Ikuto who was talking on the phone in the corner of the studio. He stopped a few feet from him, waiting patiently to end the call.
"Iku-kun." Nikaidou stifled a laugh, but Ikuto heard and threw a "shut-up" glare at him. "Your father, Utau-chan, and I are going to have dinner with a business partner. Please attend for your mother."
"Sorry, but I have work-"
"I cleared your schedule for Saturday. I talked with your manager who told me that you are doing exceptional in work. The director told me that you're cutting the production time in half. You have enough time. You could even invite that little Amu I've heard so much about from Utau-chan." His mother explained.
"Didn't Utau tell you that Amu won't-"
"Ikuto, Amu loves you. You love Amu. What's there to test?" Souko interrogated.
"Souko, don't tell the boy what to do. He said he would, and he will. A man has to follow his word." His father's voice could be heard across the phone.
"Hold on, Ikuto." Souko took the phone from her ear and mouth.
"Aruto, I'm trying to save their relationship here." She whispered to her husband.
"Honey, they need to learn on their own so that their relationship can be strong." Aruto responded quietly. Souko thought for a moment and brought the phone to her ear.
"Fine, Ikuto, you don't have to bring her. Just come to the dinner." Souko said before hanging up.
As Ikuto pulled away the phone, Nikaidou reminded, "Ikuto, you have a dinner at Saturday with the Naka-"
"I heard." He cut him off, walking back to the set to help.
"Ikuto's so distant… Was it actually wrong of me to tell Amu?" The manager shared his regrets with himself.
Sorry once again. Thanks for reading.