Lena: I'M FREE! I updated in a week! *runs to hug everyone*
Kitsu: -_-'
Amu: *hugs Lena back*
Lena: Ikuto~! I need a hug!
Amu: No! *Blocks her way* I'm already sad that he has to hug the reviewers... TOUCH HIM AND I GET KITSU-CHAN TO KILL YOU! *Death glare*
Kitsu: Lena...what did you do to Amu?
Ikuto: Whatever you did, I'm thankful. *Smirk*
Lena: So...we're getting back to AMUTO after a little bit of Kukamu and...I don't know the name of it... Ikutau?
Ikuto: What?! Why did you put me with my SISTER? O_O
Lena: Cuz she liked you ^^
Kitsu: Well, Lena doesn't own Shugo Chara or any of its characters! If she did...
Ikuto: Everyone would be very, very, happy.
Kitsu: -_-'
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"Kukai!" Utau shrieked. "You're dead!" Footsteps pounded across the room.
Amu was curled up in a ball on the corner of the bed, rocking herself back and forth. Her heart-wrenching sobs caused her shoulders to shudder as they rose and fell with each shaky breath. She had her head buried in her knees, trying to mend her broken heart. Every time she heard the loud bang on the floor, meaning that Kukai had tripped and face-planted, it felt as if a piece of her shattered heart had been put back in place, only to fall again with the thoughts of Ikuto scurrying back into her mind. They stuck to her mind like glue, like a magnet, and Amu knew her tears couldn't wash them away, but she cried anyways. She hoped her tears could wash away the pain. But of course, they didn't.
What's Ikuto doing right now? Does he hate me? Oh god, please don't let him hate me…
Mentally shaking her head, she managed to shake those thoughts off for a while and tried to focus on Utau and Kukai.
No, not Kukai. That just made her feel guilty, and guilt was something she didn't need to feel right now. She only focused on her best friend, angered at the fact her boyfriend had done what he did. Amu didn't know if Utau was just jealous or that she was doing this for her. Maybe a little bit of both. Amu hoped it was a little bit of both.
"Out!" the blond screamed. The bang of the door shutting along with the room shaking at the impact signaled the end of her rant. "He's gone," she said gently, and Amu knew she was talking to her. "You okay?"
The pinkette heard her friend's words through her sobs but they seemed like a foreign language. Her brain couldn't give them any meaning so they were just a blur like the rest of her mind.
"Do you want me to go smack him?" Utau offered, the fire burning up in her eyes once again. "I can handle it. I am his little sister. He wouldn't hurt me. He doesn't know my weaknesses either."
Amu managed to shake her head.
"Why not? It's his fault. Look what he did!" she protested. "That damn jerk is being too jealous and possessive."
"N-No…" Amu whimpered. "I-It's m-my f-fault…I-I…should've t-told h-him the truth the f-first time…"
"But that doesn't mean that he should be forgiven for that second time. He should have more trust in you than that!"
"N-No…I…" But she couldn't think of any other way that she was at fault. She'd thought about it for a long time, but nothing came to her mind. This just made her even more frustrated. What did she do wrong? Did she do anything wrong? She had to have done something wrong, or else why did Ikuto get so angry and leave her?
The more she thought the more she cried and with Utau by her side, she could lean on her friend's shoulder. Amu knew she shouldn't make her best friend feel helpless but Amu herself was helpless. She knew that getting back at Ikuto was the only thing her best friend could do.
"That's it, I'm going to go and smack some sense into that possessive jerk!" Utau declared when Amu wouldn't stop crying. "I'll be right back."
Amu didn't want Utau to hit Ikuto. She wanted to hit Ikuto, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't bring herself to do anything. Her shattered heart had almost shattered her mind too.
The pinkette fell back on the bed and continued to cry, not caring that she was soaking Utau's pillow. Her tears just kept flowing…there wasn't any end to it.
Utau wasn't right back. Amu didn't know how much time had passed but she knew it was too long. The door had opened and she'd thought it was Utau, but it was Kukai instead. She'd heard the creak of the mattress sinking, telling her that he was lying down on his bed. Now he was probably asleep. Amu was glad she was facing the opposite direction, towards the window. She couldn't face him—at least not yet.
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Utau stomped her way next door and swung the door open, carrying her ignited anger into the room. She was going to smack some sense into that brother of hers.
Since when did Ikuto get so jealous? When did he become so cruel? Utau couldn't remember a time when Ikuto didn't walk out the room in silence and keep to himself when he was angry. He never took his anger out on other people, especially his friends and girlfriend. Yet he did this time and left his girlfriend crying a pool of tears in her room. And Amu thought it was her own fault! Ikuto was definitely at fault and Amu knew it. Yet she blamed herself and defended Ikuto! If Amu loved him that much and was so desperate, things would be bad if Ikuto didn't feel the same way.
The blonde searched the room with her burning gaze, but there was no sign of the target.
Where is that damn idiot?
She suddenly heard the water turn on behind a closed door and stomped her way there. Hiding in the bathroom…very smart. But Utau was so angry that she didn't care where he was.
She swung the door open.
She was so angry that she didn't care that he was her brother and that she had liked him before. In the state that she was in, she'd probably kill him if she had the chance.
Utau lifted her head to meet his gaze.
She was so angry that…she forgot that the shower turning on mean he was going to be taking a shower…and that he'd be half nude.
Utau was staring straight into a bare chest—Ikuto's bare chest.
Her cheeks, flushed from her anger, turned into blush of embarrassment as she lowered her gaze, avoiding his chest. That wasn't a very smart choice because now she was staring at his boxers. Her face was almost as hot as the anger that had burned in her moments before.
Ikuto had…changed. She remembered seeing him like this as a little kid. She still blushed that time but he was only cute then. Now he was…hot. Really hot.
Peeling her gaze from her brother's blue boxers, she looked into his face. It held a smirk that looked way too familiar.
"I-I…uh…" she stammered, still embarrassed by the state he was in.
"Need anything?" he asked with a sigh. "Or did you just come to see me in my boxers?" The smirk was back.
"No!" she immediately shouted. "I wanted to, uh…" Her mind went blank at the sight of him and she felt the feelings she had felt for him before flood back into her heart. She had a sudden urge to lay a hand on his chest and she quickly scrambled back to the door, just in case her hand would suddenly have a mind of its own.
Another stupid choice. The sight of him further back made Utau gasp out loud. She was reluctant to admit it to herself, but he looked even better from further back. Right in front of her, the guy she liked, and possibly still liked, stood in front of her in only his boxers. His blue hair fell in front of his eyes in such a sexy way and she could clearly see his toned muscles.
Utau spun herself around, not letting her thoughts wander. That was a better choice.
"I came to, uh…" How could she smack him at a time like this? Utau franticly tried to think of another reason. "Tell you to apologize!" she told the door. "G-Go and apologize!"
She heard footsteps coming to her, or, most likely, the door.
Utau was just about to move out of his way when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her waist. Her back was pressed firmly against his stomach.
"I'm sorry," Ikuto told her. "For not taking your feelings seriously those past few years."
I-Ikuto!
Utau refused to look in the mirror, for her face was probably so red it put a tomato to shame.
"I-I-Ikuto!" she shouted. "L-Let me go." She wanted to believe that she wasn't only resisting because Amu still loved him. She wanted to believe that she didn't like him, didn't still love him. But she was close, very close to giving in.
"No." The word was whispered into her ear. Utau could feel his hot breath on it.
"L-Let me go…" Her words got weaker and weaker by the moment. When Ikuto spun her around and lowered his face, Utau didn't have the strength to resist.
This must be what Amu felt everyday. She wanted to resist but couldn't. Ikuto made Utau feel like…she felt like…Amu.
Realization hit her and the blonde stepped out of the way just as his lips were about to lower onto hers. Her hands were out in front of her to stop him if he tried to force himself on her again.
"Stop," she said firmly. "I'm not Amu. I never will be anything like her. If you want her…go. Ap-ol-o-gize," she emphasized each syllable to make it clear, then walked out the room leaving Ikuto with a face of mixed emotions—anger, surprise, guilt and frustration.
Utau wanted to be alone now. She walked towards the doors, stepping in the sand and heading to the beach.
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"I'm sorry Kukai," Amu finally said. She didn't know if he was still asleep or not, but she said it anyways. "Ikuto hurt you, and it was all my fault."
She waited for a while. No response. Thinking that he must've still been asleep, Amu went back to her thinking. And of course, the center of her thoughts never changed—Ikuto.
Could she do anything to make up for it? What did he want from her?
Everything, a voice in her mind whispered. He wants everything. Or he did.
The dam to her tears was about to break again after those three words were thought. But she couldn't ignore how right she was. After that, she didn't think Ikuto wanted what he wanted before.
Why she just have to fall asleep in Utau's room? Why did Utau have to chat in her room? Why did Ikuto have to make her go to the beach?
The list! She still hadn't finished it. And he'd asked her to think about why he'd done it. Maybe he'd forgive her.
Amu scrambled up to get the list, remembering it was in her shoe. But Kukai's voice froze her.
"I like you Hinamori." What did he just say? "No, Amu. I like you Amu."
Those words rang in her mind, and kept on repeating.
I like you Amu…I like you…I like you…
They didn't make her feel anything but guilt. And the more those words repeated, the more Kukai's voice started to morph into Ikuto's. Kukai's voice got lower and sexier and Ikuto's voice filled her mind.
I like you Amu…I like you…I love you…
She wanted to hear those words from Ikuto, not Kukai. His voice was like a sweet melody, very addicting. It played over and over in her mind, almost putting Amu into a trance.
But it was Kukai that said those words, not Ikuto.
"What exactly happened when I was asleep?" she asked slowly, worried that she'd done something incredibly…wrong.
"Why?"
"Just tell me!" she yelled impatiently. "I want to know!"
"You su—
"Yes!"
"You…" he hesitated. "…pulled me down…on top of you."
Amu gulped. This was sounding bad.
"And you…kissed me. After a while, Ikuto came in and saw." She heard him gulp too.
"After a while? So we were kissing for a long time?"
"Y-Yeah."
Why didn't you wake me up?
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Amu's voice was soft, almost a whimper.
Silence. But that silence was all Amu needed.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" she repeated, voice rising. "Why didn't you wake me up? Why? Why? Why?" Amu was screaming now, the dam to her tears breaking once more as her vision blurred. "Do you know what you did?" The pinkette turned to face him so he could see her tears…her sadness…her anger. "Ikuto saw it…he saw it! He probably hates me now!" She was sobbing…wailing.
Strong hands were suddenly gripping her shoulders, but she didn't peel her hands away from her soaked face. She was shaking now.
"Calm down," Kukai said softly.
Finally peeling her hands away from her face, she lowered her gaze to the ground and started to pound her fists on his chest. She had the right to take her anger out on him. He was the one who didn't wake her up. He was the reason why Ikuto got angry. He was the reason why Ikuto hated her.
"Amu! Calm down," he told her firmly, trying to get a grip on her wrists.
"Don't call me Amu!" More yelling and sobbing.
"Calm. Down." Kukai managed to push her back and pin her against the wall. The pounding continued. "Hinamori!"
"Don't touch me! Don't do anything! I want Ikuto! Bring him back! Make him not hate me!"
"Hinamori! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay?" he shouted above her voice.
"That doesn't help! What could you possibly—
She was cut off by Kukai's lips. He was kissing her. After she'd ranted about only wanting Ikuto. He was actually kissing her.
Stop!
Amu tried to push him away but he had her hands pinned against the wall.
Forcing himself on her…who did he think he was? No one did that to her. What kind of person did that to the person he likes? No one did that. No one but…Ikuto. But she let Ikuto do those kinds of things. He understood her. He understood when no meant no and when no meant 'I'm embarrassed to admit it but don't stop'.
She tried to kick, but that only led to having her right leg straddled.
Damn it! Damn him! STOP IT! STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!
The rosette ripped her hands free from his grip. Just as she was about to push him away, he pulled her into an embrace.
"Let me—
His lips pressed onto hers once more.
Ikuto! Help me!
Amu clawed at his back, trying to dig her nails in as deep as she could.
The door suddenly swung open, hitting the wall with a bang.
"Amu!" Ikuto! "We need to talk and…" Ikuto! Help!
Kukai continued to kiss her and Amu hoped that Ikuto could come and kill him. But the door swung shut just as fast as it had opened. Ikuto left. He saw. Again. He was sure to hate her now. He'd probably ignore her for the rest of his life.
But she needed him. She needed him. He was that one tiny thing that changed her life. The perfect guy…the perfect man…her other half…her life.
Getting her leg free, she bent it and kneed Kukai in the place where men didn't want to get kneed. He let her go as he doubled over. Amu took her chance to escape and ran out of the room.
She practically broke the door down and ran into the room. Ikuto was lying on the bed, an arm cushioning his head. He was staring at the ceiling blankly, not paying attention to her at all.
Amu couldn't take it. She ran to the bed and jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his neck as tight as she could.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she sobbed, crying onto his shoulder. "It was all my fault! I shouldn't have gone with Utau. I shouldn't have fallen asleep. I shouldn't have done anything! I should've stayed here!" Amu never knew she'd get this desperate, but she was this desperate for him. "Kukai forced himself on me! He didn't wake me up when I was dreaming. I'm sorry Ikuto! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!" Her mouth was moving on it's own. Her words seemed like that of another person's. Hinamori Amu never did this. She wasn't supposed to beg for forgiveness. She was supposed to act cool about everything and blush furiously when she got embarrassed. Something was controlling her. It was…it was…her heart? The thing that got shattered into pieces and didn't matter to her anymore?
Amu raised her head and cupped his face in her hands. She looked at his face. His expression was…blank. Expressionless. No smile, no smirk, no nothing. He didn't care.
"Ikuto! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it?" she shouted. "The list! The list!" Amu frantically got up and searched her pockets. Fumbling with the slip of paper, she quickly unfolded it, coming close to tearing it with her shaky grip. "F-Feed you…Okay! Just wait…" Amu was desperate—too desperate. What was happening to her?
She grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed the lid, and poured some into her mouth. Then she made her way to Ikuto, crawled onto the bed, and lowered her mouth to his. Her tears were mixing with the water that had escaped from her mouth. And both liquids were dripping onto Ikuto.
Amu continued to kiss him until he suddenly jerked. She scrambled up as he coughed.
"What the hell are you trying to do? Choke me?" Ikuto yelled at her in a manner that he'd never spoken in before. Amu didn't know if it was possible, but her heart seemed to disappear after that.
"Gomenasai, gomenasai, gomenasai…" she repeated those words over and over again. "I-I'll leave…" Amu turned around. She was still crying. She didn't think she could ever stop crying.
"Amu, I…"
But Amu didn't hear him. She didn't care. She didn't respond. Just gripped the doorknob and slowly pulled the door open.
"Amu, wait." She heard the creak of the mattress as he got off.
"No. It's okay. I'll leave." She tried to pull herself together as she stepped out of the room. "I'll ask Utau if I can stay in her room." Forcing a smile, though she didn't turn around, she reached back to close the door.
"Hold it."
Suddenly, something hit her at the back of her head. She was about to ignore it but Ikuto called her name and she spun around, searching the floor in front of her for what it was. She spotted the brown wrapper on the beige carpet and bent to pick it up. Chocolate. Amu carefully placed it in the palm of her hand as if it was a fragile piece of glass and slowly looked up at him.
Did he throw it at my head on purpose? Is this a goodbye gift?
"I never said you could leave." Ikuto pulled her back in the room and locked the door behind her.
Amu was soon pinned against the wall, Ikuto holding her hands in place above her head. He ripped the chocolate bar open with his teeth and placed the candy in her mouth.
The rosette's eyes were still wide in awe. She suddenly started to panic. She didn't know if it was because Kukai had done something similar before and the fear was still lingering or if it was just her natural reaction. Amu started to struggle, trying to rip her wrists from his grip. She didn't spit the candy out though, and she didn't know why.
Ikuto came up flush against her. He brushed her hair back from her face, keeping his hand on her head.
She felt the feeling of blushing come back to her and her cheeks heated to that familiar warmth.
A piece came back.
"Feed me Amu," he whispered, causing her to blush furiously.
A few more pieces came back.
When Amu still didn't react, Ikuto lowered his lips onto hers and kissed her first. That seemed to click a switch and she started to kiss him back. Amu was…happy. So happy that when Ikuto licked her bottom lip, she instantly gave him entrance. The piece of chocolate was still in her mouth but, judging from the way Ikuto's tongue was dominating hers, not for long.
Her heart was being put back together, piece by piece, as he kissed her. It felt like ages since she was kissed like that. With so much affection and deepness. When Ikuto broke the kiss for air, Amu felt like pulling him right back against her. She almost did, but Ikuto's voice stopped her.
"Careful, Amu-koi." Her heart was glowing by now. "I really like chocolate," he whispered, his breath warming her lips.
And the kiss was back, chocolate still in Amu's mouth. It had melted already but Ikuto was still trying to get it. Even just a small bit of its flavor.
Ikuto did like chocolate. He was getting aggressive. When he still didn't have enough, he pushed her on the bed, hoping that he'd have better access.
Amu's hands were finally free and she wrapped her arms around his neck. When Ikuto's hands started to wander, she pulled him closer and hugged him tighter. Not letting him do anything else. It was too early. Kisses were enough.
"Ikuto, stop," she said, breaking the kiss. "It's enough."
"No." He kissed her again, then stopped. "Damn it, I can't stop." Ikuto ran a hand through his hair, his navy locks falling back into place perfectly.
"Well stop," Amu said with a smile. "I'm really sorry Ikuto."
"Its my fault. I should've trusted you more." Then he smirked. "But you better not get me jealous again. I don't know what I'd do."
The pinkette blushed, and then giggled. "You were jealous?" She thought she saw a light blush appear on his face. He never blushed. Now he knew how she felt.
He looked away. "And? So what?"
"Nothing." Amu giggled again. She felt whole now and her heart was back. It felt good, but not as good as when Ikuto kissed her. She'd never admit that though, but Ikuto probably already knew.
"No more laughing about me. You get a punishment."
Lena: Aaaaaand we're back to Amuto! :)
Ikuto: I'm thankful to that piece of chocolate.
Kitsu: I'm not...
Amu: Lena-chan...I'm not that desperate for Ikuto... *blushes*
Kitsu: Twi-
Lena: NO! *covers Kitsu's mouth* I'm sorry for the cliché-ness, okay? Ikuto! It's time for hugs!
Kitsu: Whatever... -_-
Ikuto: T_T... Let's just get this over with...
Lena: Line up everyone! ^^
Ikuto: *Hugs everyone* Thank you for reviewing... -_-
Amu: I-I want a hug too...
Ikuto: No. You're special. No hugs for you.
Amu: Ehhhhh? O_O
Ikuto: *Smirk* You get a kiss. *Kisses*
Kitsu: *Covers eyes* Enough of the fluffiness! Everyone, R&R and tell Lena to cut it with the fluff.
Lena: Awww *purses lips* Kitsu-chan. You're no fun...
