6 years later
Ikuto's POV
I was wandering through the city, not really knowing where I was going. I was completely oblivious to my surroundings. I was wrapped up in my thoughts. Thoughts of her. It's been six years since she was taken from me. Six long years. I searched for her for over a year, always praying that I would find her safe and unharmed. Though, I soon realised my search was useless. They had taken her for a reason. That reason? To kill her. She opposed them and hindered their plans. So they wanted her dead.
When I realised this, I broke down. For the first time in my life, I let the tears fall. I just sat and cried for weeks. Cried for the loss of the one thing I cared about. The girl I love. Hinamori Amu.
I'd have killed myself there and then if it wasn't for Utau. She's been through enough shit in her life, and I know losing Amu hurt her too. It hurt everyone. But I couldn't bring myself to hurt her anymore. So I picked myself up and carried on with life. But I wasn't the same. I was dead inside. An empty shell. I was numb. I barely ever spoke, my smiles were always fake, strained, and I never laughed. All happiness had been drained from my life.
So here I am, wandering through the city, like usual. Going wherever my feet carry me. Completely oblivious to everything around me.
But all that changed when I felt a body slam into mine, as I was tackled to the ground. I felt all the air escape my lungs as I smashed into the hard concrete. What the hell just happened?
"Are you a complete moron?!" I heard someone screech.
I spun around, coming face to face with an extremely pissed woman. She must have been the one who tackled me. She looked like she was in her early twenties. She had shoulder-length brown hair and electric blue eyes. She was petite and extremely beautiful; though she was little more than skin and bones. She was dressed in a pair of faded and torn jeans, and a baggy blue t-shirt that was filled with holes. She had no coat or jacket to keep her warm, which surprised me a bit seeing as it's the middle of January. Her eyes were heavily lidded and had black bags hanging under them. She looked as though she hadn't slept in weeks, and I was amazed she had the energy to stand, let alone tackle me to the ground.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed, or something? Did you not see the massive van speeding towards you? Or are you just a complete idiot?!"
I've only just met her and she's shouting insults at me? Who the hell does she think she is?
"Why did you save me?"
"Huh?"
"Why did you push me out of the way?"
"What do you mean 'why'? Isn't it obvious? You'd have been killed if I hadn't!"
"So? It's not like I've got anything to live for. It'd probably be better if I was dea-"
My head snapped to the side as a searing pain spread across my cheek. She slapped me.
"What the hell was that for?!"
"Don't you ever say that again!" I could hear her voice tremble as she spoke.
"What?"
You've got plenty to live for. And plenty of people who love you; your friends, your sister...and...me...." her voice cracked on the last to words and I watched as tears rolled silently down her cheeks.
It took me a minute to register what she had said. But then her words finally hit.
"WHAT THE HELL?! I've only just met you and you're telling me that you love me?! And how the hell do you know about my sister?! What are you? A stalker, or something?"
She stared at me for a minute, before her face broke into a small watery smile.
"No, I'm not a stalker, Ikuto. But I know nearly everything about you. Well...up until a few years ago..." she trailed of and stared ahead with dead looking eyes, lost in what seemed to be painful memories.
"So if you're not a stalker then how do you know so much about me?"
She snapped out of her trance and stared at me. She seemed to be contemplating something. After a few minutes she seemed to have come to a decision. She stuck a hand in her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. She then took out a pen and scribbled something down. I watched her curiously. She held it out to me.
"Here. Come to this address tomorrow morning at nine. I'll tell you everything then."
And with that she got up and disappeared into the crowd.
I stared at the piece of paper. I don't know why, but, for some reason I feel like I can trust her. I shoved the piece of paper in my pocket and headed home.
Normal POV
It was 8:55am, and the mysterious brunette could be found pacing the living room of her small flat, wringing her hands nervously. Am I really doing the right thing? Oh well, it's too late now. He'll be here any minute now. There was a sharp rap at the door. The brunette froze for a minute, terrified, before hurrying to answer it. Well...here goes...
Ikuto's POV
It was 8:55. I knocked on the door of one of the flats in an extremely run-down building. It was grotty and disgusting, and it smelled of piss. Nearly all the windows were smashed, and there was something that looked a hell of a lot like blood splattered on the walls. Glass, beer cans, bullet shells and needles littered the floor, making it hard to believe that anyone would ever choose to live here.
The door opened, and I was met with a pair of nervous blue orbs.
"U-umm...hi...c-come in."
She stood back and let me through, and I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Are they the only clothes she's got, or something?
It was no better in her flat than it was out there. I found myself in a tiny living room. If you could call it that. There was an old battered sofa, which looked like it had been rescued from a dump, placed against one of the grimy walls. In front of it was a big wooden crate which seemed to act as a table. The only form of entertainment, it seemed, was the pile of books stacked in one of the corners.
I could barely believe what I was seeing. How can she live like this? I turned to face her.
"You live here?" it was hard to keep the disgust out if my voice.
She gave me a sad smile and nodded. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to help her...but I didn't know how. I don't know why but ever since I met this girl, I've felt this...this need to protect her.
"I'm guessing you want some answers?" she said, breaking my train of thought,
"Wha-oh, umm...yeah..."
She gave me a small smile and lead me through a door to my right.
We were in a bathroom. I looked at her quizzically and she laughed.
"Turn around, and don't look until I say so." I nodded, silently, before turning around, still completely confused.
I heard a squeak as she turned the faucet, followed by the sound of running water.
Soon the water stopped and I heard shuffling behind me.
"Okay...turn around."
I did as she said. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped open...
Brunette's POV
"Okay...turn around"
He spun round and I watched as his eyes widened and his jaw fell open. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
