Mirene: I'm back for a while guys!

Amu: Oh no, everyone run!

Mirene: Haha, very funny.

Ikuto: Anyways, glad to see you're back!

Mirene: I know! Aw, Ikuto, you miss me~

Ikuto: Only the Amuto, I assure you. I've been missing my quality lover time with my koi~

Mirene: W-Well then!

Amu: You two are so annoying.

Ikuto: You don't mean that!

Mirene: I'm a little happy that I don't you two.

Ikuto: You don't mean that!

Amu: Oh, we do. We do.

Mirene: Well thumbs-up and keep your head high in hopes for this fic because we're finally hitting the double digits!

Ikuto: She's back with her usual lengthy chapters too!

Mirene: Here's an extra lengthy one to make up for all my short ones so far!

Chapter 10

Amu stood in the doorway of the café she worked at uneasily. Ever since the other day, she hadn't received a text from the unknown number again. That was good, but it left her extremely paranoid, and everyone who knew her could see it. To be more precise, they could see it on her body.

Dark blue bangles on both wrists, an old, mustard yellow t-shirt that read "Easter Convention 1992" on her chest, and neon pink bootcut jeans that ended just above her ankles to show off those cowboy ankle boots the color of broccoli were the signs. If that wasn't enough, try taking a look at her attempted makeup.

"Amu. Don't stand there in front of the door like that, it's bad for business," Rima scolded the ridiculously dressed girl. "Honestly, what's gotten into you today? You know that I would just take it all off when you come to work, so why bother?"

"I'm not working as a waitress anymore," she said through gritted teeth. "I'm in the kitchen."

"Yeah, but what the hell are we going to do when all the chefs go blind at the sight of you!?"

"...Hire more chefs?"

The echo of a slap and a pair of glasses tumbling onto the floor was all the two could hear. An eerie silence was cast upon the two of them as she glared at the pinkette. "What has gotten into you? Take everything off. Now. I am so done with you." The shorter blonde quickly shoved the pinkette into the locker room, standing guard to watch Amu and make sure she doesn't do anything funny. "Well? Hurry up!"

"Y-Yes!" Amu squeaked as Rima's grouchy mood, which was even worse than usual. "Did something happen today, Rima?"

"You bet something did," she growled, flipping a few blond waves past her shoulder. "My monthly gag issue didn't come out this month. Pisses me to hell since I've been looking forward to it since last month too!"

Amu chuckled as she replaced her outfit with the cuter clothes and frilly apron. "You should send a complaint to the author."

"I did. Exactly twenty-two hundred and forty-seven of them."

"Oh."

Rima handed the pinkette a towel to wipe her face off with. "So, what's happening to you? You look even crappier than usual."

Amu sighed. She knew that she was eventually going to have to clean herself up once she got to work, but she wanted to feel safe on the way to work. Now that he has her number... she just couldn't feel safe in this place anymore. And it'd be a hassle to the Tsukiyomi's to have to go and change her phone number when all he's done is send a single text a couple of days ago. It should be fine... It should be.

"N-nothing much." When Amu finished, a few other waitresses squealed inside the locker room, changing and jumping about with apparent glee. They were holding rolled-up posters and other merchandise that they hastily shoved into their lockers while squealing. Rima, upon seeing this, walked over and scolded the girls.

"What are you two doing taking the things that the boss set up around here? We're being paid for this, you know. If you want it, you'll have to pay up as well."

"F-fine!" The new waitress, apparently named Ritsu, yelled. "We'll pay! We'll pay anything so name your price!"

"Yeah," Yuri backed her friend up. "R-Rima, please, we really want this. We didn't mean to just take it! We'll pay!"

"Oh, you're paying alright," Rima smirked. "Paying with your job. I'll see it to that you two will have a very nice salary negotiation... or maybe even one about your current positions." She let out an evil cackle that sent shivers down their spines, even Amu's spine. "That means getting fired, by the way."

The two whimpered before reluctantly handing over the items they took. "Please forgive us, Rima... We'll buy you the next month edition of your favorite gag issue when it comes out! Don't tell boss..."

"Fine. Now get going!" The two saluted the shorter blonde and rushed out the door to do their jobs. Rima sighed, walking back over to Amu, who was adjusting her frilly garland. "Those two, honestly. They're so annoying. I should have just gotten them fired."

"But you're too nice for that," Amu smiled.

"Hn."

"Anyways, what did they take..?" Amu leaned over to peer at the posters Rima was holding.

"Oh, just ads about this particular band called The Titans roaming around. We're giving out their merchandise as a gift that comes with a $20 purchase. Apparently they're very popular. I don't usually listen to pop though," Rima frowns at the sight. "They're not even that cute."

Amu was silent.

"Amu?"

"Oh, n-nothing! They just look... well, I'm not sure." She stared at one of the posters intently. "I have a weird feeling about them."

"Is he possibly someone you know from kindergarten?" Rima asked sarcastically. Amu stuck her tongue out at the shorter blonde, huffing. She often shared stories with Rima, and not long ago she had told Rima about how her, Ikuto, and Tsubasa had first met in Kindergarten. Though maybe she was right...

"Whatever, just go out there and do your job."

Amu tugged her lips into a forced smile, brushing off the uneasiness building within her. "Yes, ma'am!"

Ikuto stood in front of Amu's room in a black tee shirt and gray sweats.

It was exactly 2:23 AM and he couldn't bring himself to walk in on her in the middle of the night to ask about something she could possibly be extremely uncomfortable with. "Oh, who am I kidding, I'd kill anyone who would bring this bullshit up with me," he mumbled to himself, staring at the bright pink name plate that read Hinamori Amu on it in white, wooden letters.

But his feet wouldn't move. He was too curious, and he didn't care right now if curiosity killed the cat. Amu was probably snoring away at the moment anyways, so what was the point of going in to wake her up? Even though he thought that, his feet told him that he was going to spend the rest of night in front of her door.

"...Are you serious!?"

Ikuto jumped and his heart was about to hammer its bloody way through his chest. He woke her up! And he had been all sneaky like an alley cat too, damn it. "Amu, I-"

"No way, wh-what do I do then?" he heard Amu speak again in a more frantic tone. "No, he's only messaged me once, and it was from an unknown number..." Ikuto could hear buzzing and smaller noises that sounded like it was coming from another end of a phone conversation. His guess was confirmed soon enough. "Of course. I'll be fine. Yes, good night. Bye."

"I love you."

Ikuto felt his heart beat a bit faster at the sound of that until he heard her close shut the new phone she recently acquired, courtesy of Utau, of course.

Not long after, he heard distinct shuffling on the floor, where a buzz from her phone being charged echoed throughout the room. A few seconds later, sounds from her bed creaking emerged until all was still and her soft, snoozing breaths became even. Not wanting to bother her when she had just fallen asleep at this time of night, the blue-haired man retreated back into his room, sleep evading him as he thought about Amu and who she was talking to all night.

To be honest, it really, really bothered him.

The morning after, his eyes had bags beneath them and his face was pale from lack of rest. He was tired, yes, but he wasn't sleepy. All night, after countless times of trying to count numerous Amu's jumping over a wooden fence, he began trying to decipher the old, worn-out letter of Amu's with no such luck. It left him baffled and irritated to the point that he wanted to rip it into feathery shreds and continue counting more Amus.

Said girl was currently at the breakfast table in her pajamas since it was Sunday after all. Her hair was a complete, magenta mess and her pajamas, for once, consisted of a regular white teeshirt that was two sizes too large for her as well as light gray, baggy sweats. Her flimsy glasses were also on point as she dipped her lips into a small mug of hot, super-sweetened coffee. He could smell the sugar miles away.

"Good morning, Ikuto sweetie," Souko sang as she tugged her apron down to straighten it and pretty herself up in front of her beloved son. "Amu taught me how to make banana pancakes, so I thought I'd give it a try."

...Okay, so maybe that was the cause of the sweet stench hovering in the kitchen. "How disastrous?" I gave a serious look to Amu. She shrugged.

"The trash is full."

"That reminds me!" Souko exclaimed while mixing another dark yellow batter with a whisk that was in horrendous condition. "Please take out the trash, dear. Utau's gone off with her friends for the day and Amu here is busy drinking coffee."

"Why aren't any of the people we need here on the weekends too?" he groaned as he tightly tied his blue robe together over his bare chest and plaid pajama pants, groveling all the way to the trash can and lifting the heap into the air before going outside to dump it out.

"So," Souko smiled at the pinkette as she showed her the batter in the bowl she was holding. "How's this look?"

"Are you absolutely sure that's banana you put in there...?" Amu hesitated to dip a finger in the batter.

"Well," Souko contemplated the thought. "I... I'm not quite sure."

Within the time frame, Ikuto was back and heard the question. "At the top of the trash were fish bones and different colored peels. No, not only banana was put in there."

"Oh, I just wanted to make my own little surprise recipe for Amu!" Souko scowled disappointedly. Amu mouthed a thank you towards Ikuto, who then chuckled. "Well, fine, but I'm still going to bake these! Amu, Ikuto, you two will be a dear and try Souko's Surprise Pancakes, won't you?"

"Oh, they'll be a surprise alright," Ikuto grumbled as Amu nudged him in the gut.

"Be nice. This is your mom."

"Precisely. Because she is my mom, I have been forced to do this throughout my whole life. I've been nice for how many years now?"

Amu heaved a deep sigh, running her fingers through her bed head. "Alright, Auntie, I'm going up to my room now. You can call us both when you're done."

"Of course, dears!"

Amu began walking upstairs until she noticed Ikuto passing his floor and following her up more flights of the steps. "Are you following me? What do you want, Tsukiyomi?"

"I just have a question."

She rolled her eyes. "Is it important?"

"Yes."

Amu took a seat on the stairs by the nearest corner, lazily leaning her back on the rails as she hugged her knees. "Fine, let's just talk here. We're far enough from Souko. Shoot at me."

"Who were you talking to last night?"

Her eyes showed a bit of anxiety before she donned a fake smile. "What are you talking about? I was probably sleep-talking."

"No, I was... passing through the bathroom and heard you on the phone, saying goodbye and... and I love you."

"Is that all you heard?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

She looked a bit suspicious, her eyebrows raising cautiously. "I was on the phone last night with my mother. We were talking over private matters." Ah. Her mother. That made much more sense now. It was a lot better than having a secret boyfriend like Tadase or something. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, one more thing. Did you used to have a creepy boyfriend or something?" At this point, Ikuto knew he may have been trying to dive into dangerous waters. Amu's face grew pale and her face held a melancholy expression as she stood up abruptly and stepped forward with a dark emotion in her eyes that threatened him. "I-I'm not trying to-"

"Who told you?" she hissed. "Was it Utau? Souko? Aruto? Who slipped up? How do you know?"

Ikuto smirked and pulled out the slip of paper from his pocket. "This slip," he said smartly, "was slipped to me by you, who left it on the floor when I saw you after school slumped on the floor by the school gates that day. I forgot to give it back to you since and I ended up reading it." The rosette quickly snatched the paper back with clear malice, the leathery feeling gone from his fingertips in an instant. He almost missed the feeling. "I didn't read much."

"Obviously, because most of it is too old to even read!" she screamed, pointing her finger at Ikuto accusingly, as if he had committed some heinous crime. "Do not ever, ever speak of this again. To anyone. You never saw this." She switched the index finger to the middle one. "Or I will personally fuck you up."

"Sounds interesting. I'd love it if you fuck me, but I rather be on top," he chuckled. Amu was not amused.

"I'm serious, Tsukiyomi Ikuto. This never existed, you hear?"

"But I most definitely did see it in existence, strawberry," Ikuto playfully insisted, stepping closer. The fear in her golden irises increased and she backed up into the railing.

"Don't go butting into what is none of your business, Ikuto. I'm warning you." And with that, she stomped off and slammed the door of her room closed with a loud bang. Minutes after Ikuto stood in confusion on the stairs, Souko shouted loudly, "I'm finished with the pancakes! Come and get 'em!"

"I'm not hungry!" was Amu's reply as Ikuto gently went downstairs to succumb to Souko's destructive edibles alone.

Amu had not spoken to him for two full days, even in school. She wouldn't even make eye contact with him. This was a bit demoralizing to the teenager.

"Alright, the costumes that Saaya and Lulu and prepared, as well as makeup, have been prepared already. Makeup will not be done today since they will be don by professionals, but we would like those on the list to try out their outfits for the fashionista event. We will also be discussing the budget crisis since the school has intervened and has made it illegal for Saaya to gain her much needed popularity through the publicity of wealth." Saaya huffed at this, burrowing her makeup-covered face into the thick, expensive scarf around her neck. Lulu smiled at her name mentioned.

"Bob the Builder will be coming by and those who aren't busy can come with him to gather the supplies from Thomas the Train, who is right outside our building." The lego-shaped man waved his hand around and immediately a few students followed him out the door. Amu couldn't be sure if that was exactly safe or not. She'd never even heard of Bob the Builder, much less who this Thomas the Train was.

"Another addition to this will be being allowed to take pictures with our models for a certain hefty price to make up the financial needs for this event." A few protested against it, mainly the models, but Amu was the definite leader.

"Uhm, no! Hell no! Someone take down that idea and shove it up an ass for all I care because I am not and will not take any pictures!"

"Then, Amu, you—and only you, I promise—will be taking those pictures for FREE," Kairi smiled eerily with a dark black aura threatening to swallow up Amu and the rest of the classroom. Everyone uttered so much as a mere "eep".

Amu grumbled, not wanting to make things any worse than free pictures. "Fine... I apologize. But I am still opposed to picture taking."

"Would you be willing to pay for our fees then, Amu? It's illegal but they suspect Saaya, not you." Saaya was huffing some more in the corner as her name was mentioned. The pinkette had to admit, she despised the green-haired student at times like these.

"F-fine. I'll... do the picture taking for a price..." she mumbled softly but surely.

"What was that? Please announce your response so that the whole class may hear it," the spectacled man said in a cruelly mocking tone. Ooh, how's she slice him with his own favorite katana someday. He'd become Musushi!

"I'll follow the original plan, Kairi."

"Good."

Amu growled before leaving the room with black flames trailing behind her, everyone feeling anxious in her wake.

"That's all for now. More announcements will be made throughout the session, so let's please get working to what you were assigned to the other day by Ikuto and Tadase." And with that, the students were set into motion. Everyone in the class began getting down to business. People were working on the backdrop and stage, others talking with Kairi about money, and the outfits were being measured and tried on. Things seemed to be progressing smoothly within the classroom. Bob the Builder and others came in with the needed items and the class was able to wave goodbye to Thomas, who was happily choo-chooing away from the academy already.

As Ikuto and Tadase were looking and talking over what time their event could be so that it wouldn't clash with any other class's plans on a given schedule, Kairi walked over and handed a new piece of paper. "I just received this from the assistant director of the school, Ichinomiya Hikaru. It appears that they've changed the schedule yet again, but this one is assuredly the final one. By the way, I'd prefer it if you didn't assign a time during concert hours."

After Tadase took the paper and looked it over, he gasped. "But there's only times open during the concert times. What do we do?"

Kairi seemed troubled by this and clicked his tongue. Ikuto took the paper and looked it over himself. "He's right," the blue haired teen grimaced. He didn't like this because it meant that there would be less people to know about Amu's true, hidden beauty. He wanted her for himself and his own eyes only of course, but only after he helped boost her reputation by, uhm, a lot. A LOT.

"Are these bands really that popular anyways?" Ikuto asked. "I doubt it. You could even say they're lucky for even getting to perform at a huge, widely-known school like ours. Our stadium for events could practically be the size of their usual performance pavilions." After all, Seiyo was an efficient high school, one of the best with high grades and also financially sponsored by rich families such as the Ritsuya's, the Juugo's, and the Yamabuki's as well as others unnamed. It had a nation-wide reputation. Maybe Ikuto was right.

Yaya strolled over in the middle of the conversation, smiling in her outfit. "Kairi, how do I look?" Kairi gave her a nod, which made her beam brightly until she took notice of the schedule in Ikuto's hands. "Oh, is that the new schedule? Can I see, can I see, can I see, please?" she fluttered her eyelids multiple times in an act of cuteness. Ikuto handed her the paper.

Her eyes glided down the paper. "Oh! Whoa! No way! Is this what I really think it is!? Kairi, you have to announce this to the class!" Yaya turned around to look at the two coordinators. "You two better not put the event during concert hours. It'll be disastrous because I bet no one will show up our event, not even the ones who are supposed to be in it!"

"Why is that?" Ikuto asked. Were these bands that popular? Well, he had vaguely heard them before... then again, he was never really into Japanese pop, no matter how viral or addicting the music was in that genre.

"You'll find out soon enough! Everyone! Kairi has an announcement!" Yaya immediately brought all eyes to Kairi with her loud, attention-attractive voice. "Go ahead, Kairi."

Kairi cleared his throat before walking towards the podium and speaking with a straight face. "Today, we have just received notice that there will be two bands performing at Seiyo. Those are the only free times where other classes will not be having their plans clash with ours. If you students are particularly interested in seeing Character4 and The Titans' concert during the Firefly Festival, please raise your-"

"KYAAAH! DID HE JUST SAY THE TITANS?"

"I LOVE THE TITANS!"

"NO WAY, THE TITANS!? KYAAAAH!"

"TITANS! TITANS! TITANS!"

"DOES THE TITANIAN FAN CLUB KNOW ABOUT THIS?"

"CHARACTER4!? ARE YOU FOR REAL!?"

"AHHH CHARACTER4! MY FAVORITE GIRL GROUP!"

"SOMEONE RAPE ME! IS THIS A DREAM?"

"I'M GOING TO PEE WITH EXCITEMENT!"

"SOMEONE CONTACT THE CHARACTER4 FAN CLUB! I NEED TO ORDER MERCHANDISE TO WEAR TO THE CONCERT!"

"DSANFKANKGFBEAGLJALEJGTLA!"

"Ahem," Kairi coughed in an irritated manner. "Quiet down. I assume that we will just have to clash with another class. Tadase, Ikuto, I'll leave that to you, Please choose a time clashing with a class that will not be doing anything interesting. That is all." The class continued their uproar and began talking and gossiping rather than working. Kairi walked outside with a few other workers to do something, and Ikuto showed Tadase the schedule.

"Here, this class is doing an origami exhibition with a half-hour class. We can place our half-hour on there and there will be enough time for us to be ready and be able to go to the concerts and other events the classes are holding." His finger indicated 11:45 A.M.

"Sounds great," Tadase nodded, circling the time and putting the paper down. "I'm actually ecstatic about the fact that Character4 is coming. The Titans, not so much, but their music is fine I suppose. Yaya listens to them nonstop and always talks about them."

"Who are they? I've never even heard of them before."

Tadase took out his smart phone and pressed on the screen a few times before showing Ikuto the screen. There displayed a group of four girls with "Character4" in big letter behind them. "They're all in their canon outfits known as 'Chara Nari', based on their first song. This one is Ran, my favorite," he said, smiling as he pointed out a girl in a cheerleading outfit who slightly resembled Amu, only to Ikuto, Amu looked better. "Then here's Miki, Suu, and then there's Dia, the group leader. Dia is the main singer, Miki is a semi-focus singer and also plays the guitar, Ran is a semi-focus singer and the group's main visual, and Suu is a semi-focus singer as well. They're a very popular pop group."

"Hmm. Honestly, Amu is cuter," Ikuto nodded. Tadase laughed. "What about The Titans? Is Amu crazy over them?"

"You seem pretty crazy about Amu yourself," Tadase chuckled. Before he could search up The Titans for Ikuto, Lulu ran over with a bundle of clothes in her hand.

"Can we borrow you for a second, Tadase? We want to know how the timing is going to go and how much time we'll have. We also want your opinion on the outfits," she said, looking at Ikuto apologetically. "It won't take long, I promise."

"I'll be back soon. Work around the schedule," the blonde said before following the girl to the other side of the broad classroom. Ikuto nodded and began staring at the schedule until his ears picked up a random conversation nearby about The Titans. A girl was currently showing her friends a large poster of them that she always kept around with her everywhere inside her shirt ever since she got it last month, which kind of disgusted Ikuto. Why would anyone even do that? It's just a boy band, right?

"Look! Who is the best out of all of them?"

"It has to be Daichi! He's so cute and funny! I love him!"

"No way, it's got to be Musashi. He totally reminds me of Kairi, but since Kairi is with Yaya, I have to target the celebrity him!"

"Uhm, hello!? Kiseki is the best! He's amazing and super confident! And he's beautiful..."

"You guys are dumb! Rhythm is obviously number one! He's so natural with words and he's a total sweetie pie, not to mention crazy hot!"

"If you're talking about crazy hot, then it has to be Yoru! KYAH!"

"Wait, on the corner there's a mystery figure that says, unknown new member debuting on XX/XX/XX... Wait. That's the day... of our festival?"

"No way! Do you think he'll be cute?"

"I heard about it! His name was leaked out, but I don't remember it!"

"What was it again?"

Ikuto tuned out of their talk and began looking up the said unknown person on his phone out of curiosity. But before he could, Amu turned up into the classroom next to him, looking completely dejected and maybe a little terrified. "Hey, what's up?"

She tried to play it cool. "Nothing much... Just a few issues. But it's nothing."

"Does it have anything to do with-"

"Shush." She cut off Ikuto instantly. "What's happening so far? I feel bad for not helping."

Ikuto smirked. "Well, do you know Character4 and The Titans? They're performing at our school during the festival."

Amu gasped. "Are... Are you serious?"

"Yeah," Ikuto rolled his eyes. So she was a fan too. "Wait, are you a fan of Character4 or are you a fan of The Titans-"

But before he could finish his question, Amu was already out cold, foaming at the mouth. "Amu!? Amu! Amu!" He ran out the door carrying Amu's into his arms, shouting an "I'll be back!" as he ran down the corridor into the empty nurse's office, setting the pinkette down on the bed. Upon doing so, her new phone slipped out of her pocket onto the bed, buzzing incessantly. It was annoying, so Ikuto picked it up to see. When he flipped open the phone, (again, his curiosity; someday curiosity really will kill the cat) there was a new message that read something Ikuto found very familiar to a certain little letter.

Unknown Number: 4:52 P.M.

Hello Amu. It's me. R.K.

I hope you still remember my name.

You'll be seeing it more often, I assure you.

I'll make sure you don't forget me. You're mine.

I'll be seeing you soon, love.

Be prepared for leaving me. It won't happen a second time.

Ikuto only stared at the screen before returning to the settings and marked it as unread before setting the phone back into her pocket. Who was this R.K.? Who was he to Amu? Was he the one who wrote that old letter? Was this R.K. a creepy ex-boyfriend of Amu's? And why did she faint out of nowhere after he had mentioned the two bands? There were so many questions he wanted an answer to.

He felt her forehead with his hand, the smooth skin at a normal temperature. She didn't seem to be ill.

"Ikuto," Tadase popped into the room. "I need you right now for some planning. I heard you took Amu out of the room because she fainted?"

"Yeah," Ikuto said, standing up. "I think she'll be fine after some rest though. She isn't sick or anything. Take me where you need, kiddy king." When Ikuto followed Tadase out of the room, a group of girls wearing tee-shirts that read "THE TITANIAN FAN CLUB" passed by, talking and muttering about something. While the two walked by, he overheard a few conversations.

"Yeah, they're coming to our school!"

"I can't wait!"

"Yeah, and I heard the new member's name is actually REI KUROKU! Apparently he's suuuper hot!"

Ikuto heard the name and wondered about The Titans as they entered the classroom. Now, all he could hear was Rei Kuroku. When he began working with Tadase about the event again, some girls began doodling on the board and writing out the initials of The Titans in big letters surrounds by hearts. It was DS, MS, RF, YT, KH, and RK.

Wait.

R.K. ... Rei Kuroku.

Amu.

This is definitely not a coincidence, is it.

When he ran out of the classroom without any word and left Tadase, he ran towards the nurse's office to Amu, slamming the door open. "Amu!"

His eyes widened when Amu wasn't on the bed like she was supposed to be. Instead, there sat Amu on the very edge of the window of the nurse's office, facing Ikuto. Tears were pouring down her cheeks, her back leaning towards the outside. From where they were now, they were on the third story of the building. If she fell...

"Amu, that's dangerous!"

Amu smiled, her hands tightening on the curtains of the window, which were the only thing holding her back, holding her to the building, the only thing holding onto her life at this very moment. Ikuto ran towards her. He ran as fast as his feet could take him, he just needed to make it in time. "Don't let go! Amu, don't let go!"

Amu let out a chuckle, muttering something he could barely hear, let alone comprehend. "No!"

Then her small, fragile hands released the curtains.

Mirene: Yeah... wow. I really wasn't planning on the end part, but it just kind of came!

Amu: Oh, the drama!

Mirene: I'll be posting a link of a picture of Rei Kuroku on my profile, by the STORY UPDATES post part.

Ikuto: I don't like him.

Mirene: Well, he's going to be hot. :D

Amu: I hate this guy!

Mirene: I know you do,

Ikuto: Please review!

Mirene: Or Amu gets it! :D

Amu: HEY!