Chapter Seven:
"WHAT?!" Amu shrieked. "YOU WANT TO TAKE HER TO AMERICA?!"
Ikuto scratched the back of his head. "Yes," he replied. "Her talent is incredible."
"No," Amu said firmly. "Absolutely not! You will not take my little girl overseas!"
"If money's the problem-" Ikuto started.
"Money is NOT the problem!" Amu snapped. "I can provide for my own family!"
The indigo haired man looked sadly at her. "Your own family…?" he muttered under his breath.
Amu narrowed her eyes. "What?" she asked.
"I know of a good teacher!" Ikuto reasoned. "His name is Kikuchi Iwatomi! He's Japanese so language won't be a problem!"
"That's not the issue!" Amu cried. "The issue is… The issue is you, Tsukiomi-san."
Ikuto cringed at the name. "I won't try to get closer to her or anything," he pleaded. "I'll just meet her weekly to observe her lessons and give her help!"
"It's a definite 'no'!" Amu said.
"Amu!" Ikuto said, instantly regretting he raised his voice.
The pinkette looked of fear as Ikuto's expression softened. "I just want to provide an option for her future… Don't you?" he asked.
Amu hesitated, her eyes darting. "I—I just, I'll think about it," Amu stated.
"Thank you!" Ikuto said, hugging the petite woman out of instinct. "Oh… um, sorry."
Blushing furiously, Amu walked away with Risa in tow.
…
"Risa," Amu asked, peeling an apple. "Do you want to go to America?"
Risa poked at the dough. She smiled her toothy grin and answered, "I'm going wherever you go, mommy! Although, I think America would be pretty cool, too!"
Her mother chuckled and said, "Alright, sweetie. We need to leave the dough alone for a little bit, okay?"
Risa happily nodded. "I'm gonna go practice violin!"
Amu stared at the back of her daughter, eagerly running into her room to practice. She buried her face in her hands. What do I do?
