Ikuto pov
My eyes widened at the broken woman in front of me. I had planned to work at taking down her wall brick by brick, but now she was coming apart at the seams.
Tears threw themselves down her cheeks, meeting at her chin, sobs echoing throughout my pitifully under decorated apartment bedroom. I stared at her. She'd loved me. She'd never told me she felt that way. All this time, I'd loved her secretly, and apparently all this time she had to. But that ended. Ikuto you idiotic dumbass!
I reached to pull her into an embrace, but she slapped my hands away.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She shouted through her tears before pounding her fists on my chest weakly when I kept approaching.
She slammed the door shut. It took me a numb moment to realize that she didn't just slam it for the hell of it, she went through it first. What a revelation. Yeah, real hope for the future generation.
I cursed and ran after her. She just loved to make my life a living hell, I know she did. Karma really is a bitch isn't it? I continued to run, the cold fall air burning my lungs as I panted.
The once familiar surroundings now mocked me, repeating the same scenery over and over like running through a painting. It was the early hours of the morning now, so there was nothing to light my way but the pale glow of the crescent moon. It wasn't enough.
More had happened in twelve hours than had ever happened to me in the span of nineteen years. I almost laughed at the fact that yesterday I'd been on a train daydreaming about Amu running to me, which I secretly wished for, and now I was running after her. Like I said though, I almost laughed.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, clouds suffocated the moonlight, leaving me ungracefully scrambling around tree roots and boulders in pitch black night.
I thought back to when I left. I'd started to regret leaving, I missed certain people terribly, and I could barely compose the piece for my entry project to a summer orchestra in France.
The song I came up with didn't even have violin in it, so when the conductor saw it, he frowned. Then he smiled really wide.
FLASHBACK
"It doesn't have the violin… I'm sorry sir but it wouldn't work." His lips twisted downward, bringing his white wiry mustache with it. He glanced down at the paper in my outstretched hands.
"Perhaps we could convert it…?" The question seemed to be more to himself than me. He gingerly took the paper, as if it was made of shaved glass.
His brows merged as he read the notes, humming it slightly to get the full effect. He blinked in surprise at the second page with the long-pondered lyrics written on it.
"Hmm. You've outdone yourself Mr. Tsukiyomi, lyrics as well?" I nodded and gestured for him to read them. He put on the glasses that he conveniently remembered were on his head unlike most days when we had to tell him. It confused me, really, he read notes perfectly without any sort of optical aid, yet when it came to actually reading words he was suddenly blind.
A smile came onto his face, crinkling his eyes and folding the sides of his whiskered mouth. He angled down his glasses with his index finger, glancing up at me.
"You're in love, Mr. Tsukiyomi."
FLASHBACK END
At that moment, I had, for the first time in my life, become absolutely speechless, completely at loss of a snide remark of any kind. Why? Because nobody but Amu had ever pinpointed my feelings like that. He was absolutely right, I'd realized. That's why it burned to leave her. I thought I was in love with music, but in reality it came second to Amu.
I found new strength, new speed, energy, a will to keep moving to find her. I didn't need a light to spot her, she was the light. She was like a seraph, emblematically. Because when I was trapped, lost, chained to Easter, she took mercy even when I was cold and rude to her, and saved me. She brought me back to my own two feet. Mercy, the song I unknowingly wrote for Amu.
I jumped over a small secluded creek and flew past trees only to stop dead in my tracks. Pink. There was pink in that creek. I propelled myself back in the direction I came. Why did I leave Yoru home again? Because I'm an idiot, that's why. Fucking super.
When I finally made it back to the creek, pink swirled around rocks and feathered around a perfect ivory heart face. She looked like a doll, lying there. She had taken off her shoulder bandages, and the rest of her clothes for that matter, not that I minded. Her skin color was altered to the color of the delicate powder blue veins beneath her skin. Not good.
I reached into the freezing water and scooped her out, using my black trench coat to warm her and sadly cover her.
I walked a short distance to a small clearing and set her down at the base of a large twisting dead tree.
"What's this?" I muttered out loud as I looked closer at the roots of the tree. There was some sort of space made naturally by the twists of the roots. In it a transparent object was being stored. I pulled free a long curved glass rod with smooth white horsehairs attached at the ends. A violin bow. Then the other thing must be… a violin. It was beautifully crafted, the curves were subtle and smooth, the strings taut and long. It was otherworldly.
I walked out to the middle of the clearing and played the violin version of Amu's song.
(Mercy- One Republic)
Angel of Mercy,
How did you find me?
Where did you read my story?
Pulled from the papers,
Desperate and hardened,
Seeking a moment every fix.
All I wanted to say,
All I wanted to do,
Is fall apart now.
All I wanted to feel,
I wanted to love,
It's all my fault now.
A tragedy I fear.
Angel of mercy,
How did you find me?
How did you pick me up again?
Angel of mercy,
How did you move me?
Why am I on my feet again?
And I see you,
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I feel you,
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just before daylight,
Come and I stand by,
Waiting to catch the quickest plane.
Flying to nowhere,
Is better than somewhere.
That's where I've been and nothing's changed!
All I wanted to say,
All I wanted to do,
Is fall apart now.
All I wanted to feel,
I wanted to love,
It's all my fault now
A tragedy for sure.
Angel of mercy,
How did you find me?
How did you pick me up again?
Angel of mercy,
How did you move me?
Why am I on my feet again?
And I see you,
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I feel you,
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm so lost in you.
A tragedy seemed to be over now.
A tragedy, it seemed to be, over now!
Angel of mercy,
How did you find me?
How did you pick me up again?
Angel of mercy,
How did you move me?
Why am I on my feet again?
And I see you,
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I feel you,
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I feel you,
Oh, oh, oh…
"It's beautiful. What's it called?" A gentle, kind voice asked. I froze. It was the voice I'd returned to Japan to hear.
"Mercy." I breathed, looking over at her zipping up my jacket.
"Who is she?" She gave me a familiar halfhearted glare. I frowned.
"Who?"
"The girl you're in love with." She looked down, pink bangs shadowing her eyes.
I crossed the clearing and put the violin and bow back in their original spots, getting right up in her face to make eye contact.
"I love you, Amu." My eyes gazed into hers in amazement as they started to change. The cold color was warming to the point that my heart melted on contact. The depth returned and then some, becoming two sparkling oceans of honey. A delicate rose pink bloomed on her cheeks that I used to live for, and now I would live and die for. Her full pale pink lips pulled up at the corners into the most radiant sight ever, a genuine smile.
Amu was back, and I was never letting her go again.
She pulled me against the tree to sit with her, and touched my lips to hers. I know it's really cliché to say that sparks flew, so I won't, because fireworks blew, the world stopped revolving, good and evil ceased to exist, nothing mattered but Amu. Nobody mattered but Amu.
I laid down and pulled her on top of me, her legs on either side of my hip. I rubbed circles on her lower back with one hand, the other on her cheek bringing her in for another kiss.
"I love you too, Ikuto." My life was complete, in that sentence, it was all worthwhile. I could die happy right now.
I kissed her more passionately, my arms crossed on her lower back, pressing her to me. I unzipped my black trench coat and flung it from her body. I unhooked her strapless pale pink polka dotted bra and added to the pile we were making. Her cheeks once again warmed to that lovely shade of pale pink.
I leaned up and kissed each cheek, leaving a light trail of kisses down her neck until I reached the hollow of her collar bone. I experimentally traced the hollow with the tip of my tongue, making her shiver.
I smirked slightly, hiding it so not to upset her.
I sat up and she straddled my lap, kissing me lightly along the jaw line. I pulled my shirt over my head, letting her trace my abs with her index finger. I felt her hands undoing my black skinny jeans so I kicked them off into the pile. She pushed me onto the soft wet grass, sitting on that area. Amu very subtly rocked her hips forward, making me groan aloud.
Personally, I found it unfair that she got to tease and I was trying to be the good guy here. I flipped her over lightening fast, crashing my lips to hers. I very slowly inched her black polka dotted panties down her hips, my other hand ghosting over her womanhood. She gasped and moaned, pushing into my hand and rubbing herself against it vigorously.
Now I let myself smirk. She was too far in to glare; she just looked up at me, her wet pink locks plastered around her face. I was feeling pretty in control until she pulled off my boxers and flipped up over.
She traced a finger up my erection, blushing all the way. I let out a deep guttural groan and grabbed her hips, making her hover over me. She carried out the rest, slowly sliding onto me. She was almost all the way there when she cried out, blinking back tears.
"Are you okay?" I asked frantically. All the high school heath lessons that I actually went to came back to me. This was supposed to hurt her. I swear, I'll kill god for that. I was about to pull out, but she shook her head and moved on top of me. We both moaned together as our bodies meshed into one.
There's nothing that quite describes the feeling. It was like… I was finally happy. Finally alive. When I was trapped in Easter, my soul had died. Now, I was back alive. And I had this Angel of Mercy with me, I was unstoppable.
We lay on the grass, watching the sun come up. Who knew cloud nine was behind the Hinamori's old house?
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