Ikuto watched her quietly as she wandered around the house, fixing little things here and there, tidying up. He sat on the couch, quiet literally bored out of his mind. The T.V. was on, and the only thing that was on was reruns of Law and Order. He watched as the detectives interrogated the suspect, who was rather calm and collective. Amu hummed a soft tune as she passed him, her pink skirt dancing behind her. He admired her curvy figure for a moment, before turning his attention back to the T.V. The suspect, who had originally been cool and collective, was now bawling her eyes out, shaking uncontrollably as she explained her story, flashbacks spread across the screen.
He shuddered, it reminded him of Amu in a way. She was getting better, nothing seemed to taunt her anymore. It might've been better if the pried at her a little more, got her to admit what was really going on her life. But, truthfully, Ikuto and Utau were afraid of the consequences from obtaining that information. Everything was going so well, there seemed to be no reason to ruin it.
Amu passed him again, rummaging through the mail and organizing it. Then when she was done, she disappeared back into the kitchen. Ikuto caught sight of her ankles, both were now equal, neither of them bruised nor broken. Nothing about her was broken, she was almost perfect.
Finally, Amu returned to the living room, standing right in front of Ikuto. She looked around the room, acting as if she lost something. It suddenly occurred to Ikuto that Amu had been up since 8:30, looking for work to do around the house. And now, she was, well, done. He sighed, Amu always looked so bored, and since she wasn't in school, the big mansion they lived in must've seemed so cramped and small.
"Hey Amu," he called getting her attention. She never could look him in the eye with out turning red. It'd been that way since…they had sex, pretty much. (A/N: I CAN'T write a lemon…I just, cant!) Ikuto found it all amusing, which was a little cruel of him. Amu waited patiently for him to continue, playing with her fingers, unconsciously.
"Yes?" She finally asked, annoyed that he wasn't stating what he wanted. Ikuto rolled onto his hip, so that way he was only taking up half the space on the couch. He patted it, the way you would when beckon a dog. Amu rolled her eyes, but lay down on the couch anyway. Ikuto wrapped his arm around her waist and she rested her head in the crook of her neck.
She was really warm, he was surprised such a tiny person could hold in so much heat, when properly nourished that is. And man, did she smell good. It was like strawberries, mixed with something sweet, custard maybe. Amu played with his fingers, intertwining and twisting their fingers together. She slid her fingers into his, slowly and carefully, as if something would shatter if she didn't.
Ikuto smiled at her and nuzzled his nose against her cheek. A small laugh escaped her lips, and Amu hit his arm playfully. He let out a soft chuckle before diving for her lips.
Amu gasped, but then fell easily into the mood. They made out for what seemed like a while, tongues teasing playfully, and enjoying the moment.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, causing Amu to completely flip off the couch, Ikuto bolted upright, his hand holding Amu's arm. Utau made a face when she saw the couple.
"Ugh…fucking lovebirds…Eww…" She shook her head, as if to shake of a bad thought. "Can't keep your hand off each other for one minute, can you?" Utau asked, looking a little annoyed.
Amu blushed, "Uhh…Ummm…" Ikuto picked her up from the ground, and completely ignored her statement.
"What's for dinner?" he asked instead.
"Miso soup," Utau mumbled, dragging in the groceries. Amu rushed to help her, trying to strike up a conversation as well. Utau allowed her to, but truthfully she was zeroing in on that hickey that was on Amu's neck. Her brother was truly a weird creature, or a sex-driven one, at the least.
Amu packed all the groceries away, then skipped back into to living room. Ikuto grabbed her waist and pulled her into his lap. He sighed, his breath tickling her neck. Utau glanced at them a little longer than she should have of.
She used to love her brother the way Amu did. Now it seemed stupid, to have someone like him. But now everything felt lonely and useless, she had no one to love and work for. Sure she was happy to see Amu and Ikuto together, but that was their happiness, not hers. The only boy that really knew her better than Ikuto was that brown-haired spunky kid. Utau shook her head, clearing the thoughts out of her head. There was no time to think about herself, not when Ikuto and Amu both needed her.
Ikuto kissed the tip of Amu's nose, and Utau coughed to end this love session before it got out of hand. They were way too romantic with each other, it made you want to leave the room. But she should've expected this, considering it was Ikuto and Amu.
Dinner carried out like normal, with Ikuto and Utau doing most of the talking and Amu listening intently. Utau analyzed her from time to time, she was doing so much better, looking more like her old self. Maybe it was time to send her back to school, she could make something up. Her friends were pretty good with secrets, and nobody really knew about Hinamori Amu. Amu was considered a lone wolf, after all. But the factor of Tadase was the only thing stopping them.
A knock on the door disturbed their rather peaceful dinner. Ikuto got up and went to open it. There were two cops, one with a notepad in hand and another bulky one who looked rather surprised.
Neither cop had expected this. They were suspected two horrible people holding a poor school girl captive. But this scene showed three friends, sitting down and eating dinner together. The oddest part was that the supposed victim looked… fine.
"Umm.." the bulky cop was confused. "We're looking for-"
"Hinamori Amu!" The one with the notepad piped up. "A high-schooler, with pink hair, sixteen years-old. That's who we need."
Amu stood, "Yea, I think you're looking for me." Ikuto's eyes widened. Was this… the end?
Re: Ah, that went okay… I was started this like, 3 weeks ago, but then everytime I tried to write more something was stopped me. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. So anyways, hope you enjoy the Cappy!
Ikuto: R AND R!
Re: FAIL.
