Aireen: It is now the seventh chapter!
Utau: How come Ikuto and Amu aren't here?
Aireen: Because they haven't been introduced in this part of the story yet.
Utau: Will they be back to the chat?
Aireen: Sure.
Kukai: Utau C'mon we gotta go now.
Aireen: Just do the disclaimer.
Utau: Aireen does not own Shugo Chara or Max Lovely.
Utau's POV
It's been twenty-seven long years since my brother died.
I looked down to my lap, where my seventeen year- old son's head was. He was exactly my brother.
Sleeps way too much. He looked like Ikuto so much that you would think they were the same person.
"Ikuto!" I shouted at him.
Ikuto, my son, groaned, "I don't want to wake up yet, Mother."
"Well I have to go now!" I said sternly.
"No, stay." Ikuto was sure stubborn.
He wouldn't budge. But I was his mother, I knew exactly what to do.
"PEZ!!!!" I yelled.
Our faithful dog trotted up to my legs. As quick as thought, Ikuto got up off the couch.
"Stupid dog!" Ikuto said. He hated dogs. He was much more of a cat person.
"Hmph!" I grinned in triumph.
"Where are you going to go?" Ikuto asked me.
"I have to go for a recording today. Sorry, you're dad's coming home early though, take care of Pez for me." I said. I knew how much Ikuto hated dogs.
But he sure knew how to handle one. But today, his precious violin was at the repair shop. I laughed evilly and wondered what he would do without it.
Ikuto didn't have school today. Or more he was a little sick. He'd sweet talked me into letting him stay. Kukai got tricked. My sweet husband was the one who told me to let him stay home today.
Ikuto was a teenager. She should be rebelling. But he hardly did. He loved his parents to bits.
Sweet Ikuto, I didn't feel like leaving him alone for a whole three hours.
He looked SO adorable standing by the stairs in his dark blue t-shirt and grey track pants. He was scratching the back of his head wondering what he would do.
"Oh and can you make something for your father, he'll probably be tired after today. He just got a new team to train in soccer. And Luci will be late today; she needs to handle some new student documents." I didn't have to say it. Ikuto went to that school after all.
"Yeah, mom, sure," Ikuto answered in French, even if I was speaking Japanese. He was skilled in both languages; he just preferred to speak French. I think he got that from his sister. Luci spoke French most of the time too.
Ikuto walked over the refrigerator, "Mom,"
"Yes, Ikuto." I was about to walk out.
"We're out of milk." Ikuto said. Ikuto drank milk all the time. Like a cat. Like my dead brother.
"I'll get some on the way back." I said. And left the house.
I took three steps outside when I realised that I'd forgotten my car keys.
I turned back to get them but Ikuto was standing at the door with them.
"Here, you forgot again." Ikuto threw me the keys.
"Bye, mom, love you," Ikuto said. I think he was the only seventeen year old in all of France who said, 'I love you,' to his parents apart from his sister who had done it all her life and still did. Which was good, and it meant that we had raised them well.
"Love you too, Ikuto." I said as I walked out of the front gate.
Ikuto came out too. To the front gate. He always watched me drive all the way out of the street before he went inside. It was a habit of his and his sister's.
Rima's POV (N/A; doing Rima's POV is kinda hard coz I don't really know her character that well, sry)
I looked at my sixteen year old daughter. She looked a lot like my childhood friend, Amu, who Nagi and I named her after.
Though, sadly, Hinamori Amu, didn't make it to live till she was sixteen. If she did she would probably look exactly like my Amu here.
Amu was rushing to get to school on time. It was her first day. We had just moved to France.
"Mom! Can you please get my socks?!" She yelled.
"They're on the sofa," I said to her. I had to deal with kids all day. Amu was nothing compared to them.
"Okay, bye mom, I love you!" Amu shouted as she headed down the steps to our front yard. I followed her to the door.
The bus was waiting for her.
"See you mom!" She yelled.
"Your dad is not going to pick you up after school!" I told her.
"Okay!" She yelled back.
The bus rushed away.
We moved here because Nagi got a new job as a basketball coach at a school here. It was the same one that Amu was attending. It was also a girls' school that had a partner boys' school next to it. They had a connecting field where both girls and guys could hang and they had their assemblies together too. It payed way better than in Italy.
Now we had a huge house as well.
I never showed it or said it but I worried for her.
Now that we were in France, I would probably have to contact Utau or Kukai. Since they lived here.
Amu's POV
I got on the bus. There was two other people who weren't paying me any attention. I went and sat down at a window seat and stared out at my mom who was waiting at the door.
The bus stopped a few more times. Then a very pretty girl with dark, reddish brown hair.
She was the first person to talk to me.
"Hi!" She said. She was really tall. Maybe 165 or something like that.
"Hi," I said. We were speaking English.
"Are you Japanese?" She asked in Japanese.
"Yes," I said in Japanese.
"Cool, there aren't many Japanese people at our school but the ones who are, are really great!" She exclaimed.
"What's your name?" I asked her. Curious.
"Tokieda Airi!" She said. "And your's?"
"Fujisaki Amu." I said.
"You have a nice name." She said to me.
"You too." I said. By this time she was sitting next to me.
We chatted all the way to school.
Ikuto's POV
So bored. And with a stupid dog.
I hated how dad liked dogs. That's the only reason we kept one.
I hated dogs.
I didn't exactly know why though, maybe coz they are slobbering mongrels.
I seemed to have an unexplained battle with dogs.
I went upstairs and checked my phone.
I had twenty messages. I read the one from Sahara Taki. One of the few Japanese guys at my school.
Ikuto; dude we got a new girl, she's a year younger, Airi's grade, pretty cute, not that tall, forgot her name, you should've come today man, oldie c got shown by our homeroom teacher this year. She so nailed him when she came in to the hall. She's really beautiful too. C u tomorrow, k. Taki.
A new girl, huh, pretty cute, he says.
Taki; you falling for someone other than Airi, now? She's gonna kill you for that. I know that there's a new girl, Luci got informed two weeks ago. Where's she from, this new girl. Are you saying that our homeroom teacher is Fujiko this year? Daymn, but peeps say she's a little crazy. But oldie c got nailed, that sounds so sweet. Should've been there. Might come later then. Ikuto.
I had another text. From DJ. His real name was some really old fashioned French name so no one called him that.
Ikuto; man we've got two freaking new hotties! One new girl a year younger. Freaking SEXY! And the teacher. She had oldie c frozen like ice. He was just staring like 'wow, never seen someone so hot'. Should've been there, was priceless. And guess what? We get to have music class with diff girls this year. Age mixing. Or something. We're with first year class 1. the new gals in that class. Pretty cool huh? C u dude. DJ
No way. Even DJ was talking about this new girl. Was she like really pretty and hot? I'd have to see her soon.
DJ; dude, do we have music today? Ikuto
I definitely wanted to see the new girl and it seemed that music class would be the best way to do it.
I read the next one.
Ikuto; Guess What? We have a new girl in first year. She's so pretty. With bright pink hair, like I've never seen. It's almost as weird as your and your sister's midnight blue hair. Anyway she just transferred here from Italy. Her father is the new basketball coach. Guess what? You're in luck, their Japanese. Just like you. Wonder if she can speak French? You'll like her, I reckon. And guess what else. She's already friends with Tokieda Airi. How's that for new. Just like you. Except in first grade. Immediately friends with Sahara Taki. The most popular guy even then. And now you guys score in all girls. That's why regular guys like us don't get any chocolates on Valentines Day. We buy them, sure but they don't really care. Anyway get well soon. Charles.
Pink hair. When I read that, my heart jumped. I didn't know why. It was really weird.
Charles; what the hell is her name? And our hair is not weird, just awesomely unique. Friends with Airi? That's just coz Airi, is super social. Anyway, Taki and I became friends coz we shared a lot of the same interests and stuff. Plus we're always tied first. Ikuto
All the rest of the texts concerned the new girl and the new teacher. Not one text said her name. Dammit! I wanted to know.
I went downstairs to get a glass of milk. Then when I got down there, I realised there was no milk.
Mom said that she would bring it. But she would probably forget. I went upstairs again. Grabbed my phone and wallet. I also took my jacket, coz it was cold. I left that stupid dog with the TV and told Maddie, our cleaning lady to keep and eye on him.
I headed out to the market. And everyone said hi. Bonjour.
I got to the supermarket. It was ten am. Late enough to be out. I went straight to the milk section.
There I found a little short lady with blonde hair. She looked about my mother's age, but I wasn't sure, my mom looked young for her age. She was struggling to carry two cartons of milk, three packs of juice and two tubs of ice cream that were in her basket.
I had one milk bottle in one hand, "Excuse me, would you like some help with that?" I asked her.
She looked up. I had the strangest feeling that I'd seen her somewhere before.
"YOU!" She yelled. "Tsukiyomi!"
Strangely, that name made me feel really strange. Like a form of déjà vu just more real.
"I'm not Tsukiyomi." I said to her. Though I felt weird to say it. It was like saying that my name wasn't Ikuto. But it really wasn't Tsukiyomi. Anyway.
"Oh," She said. She'd been mistaken.
"So, do you want me to help you?" I asked her.
"Okay." She said.
I took the basket off her and took it to the counter for her.
"Thank you," She said in… Italian.
"I don't speak much Italian." I said to her. In English.
"Oh, my bad." She said.
I went on to the next counter. It was Mr. Jon.
"Ikuto, my boy, why aren't you at school?" Mr. Jon said in French.
"I'm a little sick." I replied.
"Milk. You sure love milk. I should make a milk stand. I'd have business from your family." Mr. Jon laughed.
"I guess, I just like drinking milk." I said simply.
"That's good. You should see my daughter. She won't drink milk even if it kills her."
"That's funny. Her name was Moira wasn't it?" I asked.
"Yes, and that's (n/a ; I don't know much about French currency, but I think they use euros and their about two times Australian currency so milk, maybe six euros anyway I'm making it all up so if you're European then please don't mind the weird prices) six euros." Mr Jon said.
I got six euros out of my wallet and gave it to him.
"Here, thanks, Mr. Jon." I said as I walked away with the milk bottle.
"Anytime, son," He called back.
When I got home, I drank a glass of milk and looked through my messages again. I had three.
Ikuto; No way man, only Airi, but yeah we got Fujiko. She's a freak. You were right. She yells at us like we molested her or something. Oldie c came in to our classroom just to see her. When we asked why he was here, he didn't have an answer. Just said he was walking around and decided to come and see our studies. My foot. Anyway if you come, come soon. Taki.
Freak, that's right. Fujiko. Also a Japanese person. She was the freakiest of freaky teachers at our school. Well that's what people said about her.
I read the next message
Ikuto; man, seems that you're itching to meet this girl. And we have music tomorrow, last period. But why don't you come at lunch and maybe we can have a game? K, cya then, DJ
Damn straight I wanted to meet this girl. Bright pink hair! Hello even I wanted to see that. And I felt joined to her somehow. Like I knew someone with pink hair, a long, long time ago. Hmm.
Since we had Music last I get I would go at lunch to have a game or two. Maybe, since she's Airi's friend. I'd get to meet her then.
The next text read:
Ikuto; yeah right! Like that's the only reason you befriended Taki Sahara. Anyway I did some research on her and her name is Fujisaki. Last name. Japanese politeness, right? Taki and DJ said you might be coming. Cya then. Charles.
Fujisaki? Familiar, seemed like I knew the name. But not the name I was looking for. What the hell was her first name?! I guess I'd just go tomorrow then.
Fujisaki? Somehow Fujisaki reminded me of blue hair. And cross-dressing. Not a name I'd match up with pink hair. Anyway. Things were weird already.
Dammit! I'd expected her first name too. It was like they were personally trying to keep her first name away from me!
Amu's POV
"Amu, I heard you sung at your old school?" Airi said. It was lunch break and we were out in the middle of the field.
Since the language everyone spoke in this school was English, I had no problem communicating. The teacher though, would sometimes slip and say some words in French but it was obvious what they meant. And if I didn't know, Airi would always spell it out for me. Which was nice.
"No, not really. I don't sing very well." I said.
"You're being modest aren't you?" Airi asked me, suspicious.
"No. I just don't sing very well."
"But you do sing don't you?"
"Just a little." I answered.
"Sing for me, before the guys come." Airi said quickly.
"Guys?" I asked. Oh, the two schools shared a field.
"Yeah, my best friends! We started hanging out together coz we're all Japanese but then we became awesome friends. Of course, they play a game of basketball and soccer and then they come to join us. So sing."
"Okay." I said. A little uneasy. I hadn't sung in a while.
I cleared my throat.
"Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, oh,"
"OMG! You're voice is amazing! Come with me." Airi exclaimed and took my hand.
She also got out her phone and sent a text to someone.
Airi dragged me all the way to the music room. In there was a girl with midnight blue hair. (Strangely I felt strange when I saw that beautiful hair). She turned. I saw her face. She was so pretty. Her face sort of looked familiar. And strangely I felt like she should've had blonde hair. But anyways.
"Oh, Airi. You must be Fujisaki Amu, right?" The girl said to me.
"Yes, ma'am." I said.
"Cool. You're prettier than in the photos. Anyways, I'm Luci. I was just leaving. Please make yourself welcome here, Amu." She said.
"She's the School Captain. Chosen by all the teachers. She's in charge of checking all the equipment. Musical instruments on Monday." Airi whispered.
"Anyway, you go on ahead, Airi spends most of her lunchtimes here too."
Then the pretty girl left. I was left staring at her.
"Hello? Amu?" Airi called.
"Yes?" I said.
"Okay, sing here."
Airi went to sit down at the drums. She started off and I came in.
"Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
Somewhere out there i know there is a someone who's waiting just for me, my love,
He's gonna set me free, my love,
In his eyes will be the search of me, there has to be someone like that, my love,
I will wait, my love,
I will be the thing that's missing from his life; he will be troubled by it, my love,
He will fall for me, my love,
In his every breath will be my name, even if he doesn't look it, my love,
The loyalest of loyalism, my love,
How long must i keep dreaming, a fantasy, why can't he be a part of my reality?
In his life i will be the light, and i will fill his dull life with colours,
Who i constantly see in my dream, he will be somewhere, my love,
He's my lover, my love,
Somewhere out there i know there is a someone, who's waiting just for me, my love,
He's gonna set me free, my love,
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
I know that he is gonna be my destiny,
It's all a part of cupid's conspiracy,
Since ages for him to come my heart has yelled,
And how long must i hide him in my heart?
My heart will, like the wind, know him when he comes, my love,
And he will know me, my love,
Somewhere out there i know there is a someone who's waiting just for me, my love,
He's gonna set me free, my love,
In his eyes will be the search of me, there has to be someone like that, my love,
I will wait, my love,
I will be the thing that's missing from his life; he will be troubled by it, my love,
He will fall for me, my love,
In his every breath will be my name, even if he doesn't look it, my love,
The loyalest of loyalism, my love,
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
My love!"
I finished the song and Airi finished up the beat.
"WOW! That was awesome!" She exclaimed.
"Do you want to be part of our band?" she asked.
"Band?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's just me, Sahara and Sohma right now."
When I heard the name Sohma, I felt really strange. Somehow it reminded me of sport.
"Sohma, wasn't that the name of our sports teacher?" I suddenly asked.
"Oh yeah, his son. His son is way more musical but he rocks at sports too." Airi said. She seemed to know a lot about this Sohma.
"So, what do you guys play?" I asked. Trying to take my mind of Sohma.
"Well I play drums and sometimes base, Sahara plays keyboard and piano and he can play the saxophone, and Sohma can sing but he also plays guitar and heaps of string instruments but especially the violin." Airi explained.
I got that she was using last names for my sake. She would always pause before saying the names. Violin. Sohma. Violin. No! Sohma went with sport. Not the violin. I don't know why I felt something really deep when she talked about the violin. Hmm. It was deep. Not hurt. But something. Like a shock.
I forced myself back into the conversation. I wanted to know Sohma's first name. She wasn't mentioning it. And I didn't want to seem interested in a guy that I'd never met.
"… That your voice will accompany his really well. So do you want to join?" Airi said.
"Um, okay." I said shyly. I hadn't even met these two guys.
Just then, a tall, really good looking guy walked in, he had brown hair, a few shades lighter than Airi's.
He paused when he saw me. "You're the new girl aren't you?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm Fujisaki Amu, nice to meet you," I said, bowing.
"Cool, you don't have to be like that. Fujisaki. I'm Sahara Taki. I guess the only person missing here is…," He glanced at me, "Sohma." He finished.
Even this guy used the other guy's last name. It's like they were purposely trying to keep me from learning his name.
"You know, Taki, she sings SO well! She can be our singer with Sohma." Airi exclaimed. She was SO energetic. I wondered how she could keep it up.
"Hey Mr. My-midnight-blue-hair-is-not-weird-its-just-unique! Are you here yet?!" A guy's voice yelled from outside.
I felt something. A sharp feeling when he mentioned midnight blue hair.
The guy opened the door abruptly. "Is he here?" The guy asked.
This guy wasn't really hard on the eyes either. He wasn't as tall as Sahara though.
"No, Sohma's not here yet and what is with that, Charles?" Sahara said.
"Oh that, well I sent a text saying his hair colour was weird and he sent back saying it was unique." The guy, apparently named Charles said.
"Oh, Fujisaki. Charles, come here and meet the new girl. Her name is Amu Fujisaki. Fujisaki, meet Charles Devon. If you ever need information about anything, students, teachers, school sayings, just go to him. He's got everything."
"Um, hi, it's nice to meet you." I said to Charles.
I turned to Sahara, "You can call me Amu," I said. Japanese formalities shouldn't apply here so it shouldn't mean anything.
"Sure, kid." Sahara said, smiling. His smile was kind of cute.
"Anyway, I'll be off then, Taki, Airi, Amu. Call me if he comes." Charles said.
"Sure Charles." Sahara said.
"The bell's gonna go soon. We'd better get back or we'll be late, Amu." Airi piped up.
"K, bye Airi and Amu." Sahara said.
"Bye Taki!" Airi yelled.
"Goodbye, Sahara." I said.
"Call me Taki." He called back.
"Okay." I said.
"Bye," He waved.
Airi waved too.
They seemed like they liked each other. I had hoped to get a guy at this school. That song I sung earlier fit me perfectly. I was waiting for him and I knew he would come but I was getting impatient. I guess I'll know when it's him. I thought.
Utau's POV
I quickly parked the car and went to the front gate where my sweet son was holding the gate open with an umbrella.
"Ikuto, thank goodness you remembered the umbrella." I said. Wait, he didn't even go to school today!
"Mom, I didn't go to school." He said.
"Whoops." I said. We went inside where my husband was occupying the couch and playing with Pez.
"I just realised, Ikuto, I didn't bring the milk." I said to Ikuto. I always forgot. I'd make it a point to bring him some tomorrow.
"It's okay, mom, I bought it myself, this morning." Ikuto said.
"Well, I'm sorry anyway." I said.
"I knew you'd forget." He said to me.
I looked over to my husband watching TV. And then the counter in the kitchen.
"Kukai! Why didn't you finish your food?! Ikuto made it today!" I yelled, frustrated. My sweet son had to make a meal and my husband didn't even finish.
"I know, that's the only reason I even tried to eat it! I had lunch with a few of the teachers today." Kukai said.
"Well then I'll finish it. Is there more, Ikuto?" I asked.
"Yeah it's in the fridge. I'm gonna go upstairs now." Ikuto announced as he made his way upstairs. I knew how bad it must've been for him to spend three hours with a dog. In this way he was exactly like my brother. He hated dogs and lived like a cat.
A few hours past and Luci came home and went upstairs. She probably spoke to Ikuto because Ikuto came downstairs I was sitting on the couch now and Kukai was sitting in the singular sofa watching sports channels.
Ikuto came and lay down. His head on my lap and the rest of his tall body across the sofa.
"Dad!" He called.
"What? Ikuto can't you see I'm watching a soccer game? It's Italy VS Brazil." Ikuto's father said.
"Mom's getting bored!" Ikuto called. Damn right I was!
"What? Well two minutes." Kukai called intensely interested in his game.
"Dad!" Ikuto shouted.
His dad ignored him. Then he played his old trick.
I saw his smirk. But his face quickly changed to portray innocent son. "Mom, who do you love more? Me or Dad?"
I decided to play the game, "Well let's see, here's you fighting your father because I'm bored and there your father is, not letting me see my favourite channels. Hmm," I didn't finish because Kukai then threw me the remote.
Which would've hit me if Ikuto hadn't caught it first.
"It's a tie!" I said.
"Utau, you know, we haven't done something really fun in quite some time now, right?" Kukai said.
"What's your point?" I asked.
"Let's go have a ramen eating contest." Kukai suggested.
"How about it, Ikuto?" I asked my cute son.
"Nah, it's okay, I'll pass." Even though he was exactly like his parents.
The four of us, we could eat twenty serves of ramen and not gain a single gram (N/A: I know I use the metric system because well I live in Australia) who knew why.
Ikuto lifted his head off my lap and sat up. He realised what his dad was trying to pull. He wanted me all to himself. Ikuto was sweet enough to let him do that.
So we got dressed. Not formally, casually.
"I love you Ikuto; you can order whatever you want! Or make it if you want." I called as we head out.
I loved my son but sometimes I thought he should be a little bit more selfish. When I got home I was going to hug my sweet son.
Rima's POV
"A hundred lives, dun duh dun duh, just for your love, hmm huh hmm." I heard my daughter hum as she vacuumed the living room.
It was an unfamiliar tune. I hadn't heard it before. I don't know where she heard it but ever since she was little she was always humming this.
The first things she said were, "lalalaaa, laaalalalaaa, lalalalaalala, lalalaaa," it was this tune, she got the words from somewhere. Oh, who knew?
Nagi finally came home. "Hi, sweetie, how was your first day of school?" He asked, like a typical parent.
My first words to Amu when she came back were, "Did you make any friends? Did you see guys?"
"It was fine, dad. I met some really nice people." Amu said. I still couldn't get over her striking resemblance to our old friend. Hinamori Amu. Who had died with Tsukiyomi Ikuto.
"You know what, Nagi," I said to my husband, "Today when I went shopping, I saw guy, he was kind, but he looked exactly like Tsukiyomi." I said this when Amu had gone upstairs.
"Really?! Does that mean he's still alive?!" Nagi asked, kind of furious. He was Amu's good friend too, after all.
"NO! He couldn't look exactly the same after twenty-seven years! But he helped me." I said. It was weird after all, I mean, he was a teenage boy.
"Did he say his name?" Nagi asked.
"No, just 'I'm not Tsukiyomi,' when I yelled Tsukiyomi at him." I said.
"That's definitely strange."
Aireen: And the seventh chapter is over.
Utau: So soon?
Aireen: It was one of the longest chapters I've written till now. Maybe even the longest! Makes up for the last chapter being so short anyway.
Utau: Really?
Aireen: Yes
Utau: So why aren't Amu and Ikuto back here yet?
Aireen: Because they don't remember anything yet.
Kukai: So how many chapters will it be till they remember?
Aireen: I don't know, maybe two, maybe three, maybe five, maybe seven.
Kukai: That's how long we'll take their place?!
Aireen: Well maybe depends on how much I feel like writing.
Utau: So how many chapters do you intend on writing?
Aireen: I dunno, if I was writing like a novelist then maybe 25 chapters. But it purely depends on how much I describe the plotline. Considering the plot I can probably extend for quite a while.
Utau: I think people prefer it to be a shorter fanfic so they can see what happens in the end. Just like what I do.
Kukai: She means that she reads the ending of a book, like the last chapter before she starts it. That way she knows how things are going to turn out.
Aireen: I would hate to do that. Only if the suspense was killing me would I go the end. Or if it was boring enough.
Utau: What do you mean?
Aireen: When I was reading New Moon I skipped all of Jacob's part and scanned until I saw Alice. Then I went a little back to see what happened.
Utau: Yeah, it seems that I lot of girls did.
Aireen: But I loved the movie. It's so hard to decide right?
Utau: Yeah in the book it's all like, Team Edward.
Aireen: Yeah but then in the movie it's all like, Team Jacob.
Kukai: Girls…
Aireen and Utau: WHAT WAS THAT?!
Kukai: Nothing!
Utau: Review please!
