Interested? In me?
Amu was speechless. Her fingers clutched the sleeves of his shirt, feeling his breath on her neck. He nipped at her ear, teasingly blowing into it.
What time is it again? Where am I? Why do I feel so lost?
"Amu, I'm waiting," whispered Ikuto.
She stuttered; what was she supposed to say? Her mind was blank; she completely lost it.
"W-Why me? Of all people, why me? Why do I have to suffer from this, Ikuto? This confusion is such a pain, you know?" she mumbled quickly.
Amu pulled herself away from his grasp, picking up his bag and lunch, placing it on her desk, next to her salad. It looked very appetizing right now, maybe she should grab a bite, or maybe a whiff would calm her down. She sat down on her chair, picking at her salad.
Okay, so you sit down wanting to eat, but when you do sit down, you don't feel like eating? Sheesh.
Ikuto stood behind her, wondering what could be going through her mind.
Suffering? Confusion? Pain? Amu, Amu, Amu; this is all part of life.
He gently placed his hands on her cheeks and tilted her head up, staring into her eyes. From where she was, Ikuto looked very tall; too tall maybe.
"I-Ikuto?"
He smiled, "You look very adorable when you blush, Amu."
Her mouth was slightly ajar.
"Why? Why are you the only person who can make me feel so weird inside, Ikuto?"
He shrugged, "I thought you would've known. But perhaps, you're as interested in me as I am in you, maybe even more."
"Stupid idiot, why would I like someone like you?"
Her eyes darted away from his. He moved his hands from her cheeks and knelt before her until they were at eye level.
"Are you saying you don't like me?" he questioned.
Boom; he hit it.
"W-Well, you're a good acquaintance," Amu stated as she looked to the side.
Ikuto took her hands and gently kissed her fingers. She looked at him; gorgeous blue locks, and those eyes, those mesmerizing eyes.
"I want you to say that while looking at me straight in the face. Tell me you don't care about me, and I'll leave you alone, Amu."
Her eyes widened and her lashes battered together. He brought his forehead to her's, waiting for an answer. Their fingers intertwined and he held them against his lips softly.
"Amu, I want to fill that void left behind from your parents. I will if you can just give me a chance. Tell me how you really feel about me. If you truly detest me, I will leave you alone. So, tell me."
He stared at her firmly, never averting his gaze.
I do, I do care about you, quite a lot too. You've made me happier than anyone else has done. You've already filled the void. I don't want you to leave, Ikuto. Stay, stay with me. I need you.
She looked at him seriously.
"I … I truly … I do not care about you …"
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Why, why am I not able to tell him?! Why!?
Ikuto sighed to himself; he couldn't help it.
I guess what's said is said.
He let go of her fingers, standing up in the process. Shattered. It may only have been two or three days that he had spent with her, but they were the best days he has spent with anyone.
"At least I'll have these days to remember."
Those were the last words he said to her before he grabbed his stuff and left her room.
He left, you know. You should probably go after him. You still have time. – No, he probably doesn't want to see me again. – You never know.
Amu walked through the hallways towards her third period economics class. She felt as if she wasn't in her body, as if she was on autopilot.
"Amu, I want to fill that void left behind from your parents. I will if you can just give me a chance. Tell me how you really feel about me. If you truly detest me, I will leave you alone. So, tell me."
Why was I so stupid?
As Amuwalked along, she looked for him, any sign of him, anything at all. Those blue locks, the intoxicating blue eyes, his gentle touch. She longed for him to come up behind her and whisper in her ear, telling her he was willing to wait for her; that he wasn't going to give up on her, that he was all her's until the end. She turned around, but he was not there. He wasn't anywhere. Why wasn't she able to see him when she really wanted to?
"Hey, hey, have you heard?"
"No, what?"
"I heard from the dean that Ikuto is leaving."
"What!?"
"Yeah, he got a scholarship to Seiyo University!"
"No way!"
"Yeah, I heard he's leaving tomorrow night."
Amu stopped walking, staring at the ground.
He left? No, no, no, no, he couldn't be leaving!
Amu dashed off towards her dorm, not caring about her classes anymore. The only thing on her mind was the one thing that made her happy, the one person who made her heart jump, and the one person who actually cared for her during her time of need.
Ikuto, don't leave. Please, please, let me find you somehow.