Ean: I feel triumphant! I write a TadAmu and didn't die! I also survived writing this on the computer that I'm sharing with my aunt, sister, mom, and grandma this week. That was hard.
Alexenne: Song is Grace Kelly by Mika. It just fit so perfectly!
Ean: Tofuu Logan also did a RimaHiko version for me, but I really wanted to do one too.
Nexa: This may be obvious, but I feel compelled to tell you that Tokyopop owns Shugo Chara and whoever produces Mika owns Grace Kelly.

"I'm sorry Tadase, but I think I love Ikuto."

"Damn it Amu! Can't you see that I like you more? He's just going to break your heart!" Fresh tears made parallel lines down her face. My words echoed through the garden as her footsteps tapped rapidly on the stone walkway. A door slammed and she was gone.

My labored breath was all I could hear. Why didn't she like me? There is only one way to find out

I follow her and eventually catch up. My fingers are embracing her arm, never wanting to let go. "Please, talk to me Amu."

Her wet eyes were gazing towards the ground. "Why? Do you want to make me cry again?"

I cringed. "I promise that it won't happen again."

Her eyes glanced up and I knew I had a chance. "Why don't you like me? Am I not attractive enough? Am I just too ugly?"

Amu giggled but didn't say anything. We walked down the sidewalk as I tried to think of other reasons. "Am I not perverted enough? Do I not flirt enough? Do you want me to act like Ikuto?" She blushed and shook her head.

"Amu, for you I would turn my back on things I love, or I would learn to like new things. I'm sorry if I've never said this before, but I happen to be a bit shy."

The rosette just gazed at the dark clouds above us. A smile played on her lips.

I tried again. "How hard do I need to try? Amu, tell me why you don't like me."

"I don't know." She says in a soft voice.

"Amu, I tried being like Kiseki." I winced at the memory.

"Pink commoner, I demand you bow down before your king! Love me and worship me!" I had laughed evilly and Amu had rolled her eyes while the others just gawked.

Amu tried to stifle her laughter as she remembered also. The tears had dried on her cheeks and I longed to kiss them away. "That's just sad." She commented after she gained control.

"So I tried to be like Ikuto-nii." I blushed at that memory. I don't do perverted very well. "I'm going mad with all these identity changes!"

"Do you want me to be like Kukai? I can be carefree and athletic. How about Ikuto? I'll work on being a playboy. Heck, I can even be like Nadeshiko!" Amu just shook her head as rain started to fall on our heads.

This was really irritating me. Why couldn't she cooperate? "Do you want me to be mean and bossy? Do you want me to act all smart and mysterious like Nagihiko? I'll be anything and everything you want."

We headed towards a nearby shop. Amu's hair was darkening and dripping. I'm pretty sure my hair is doing the same thing. "Amu, do I have to be a controlling jerk? Do I have to smart and boring like Kairi? You have outrageous requests!" It doesn't matter that Amu has barely said anything this whole time. Her silence is rejection enough. My anger built. I yanked the shop door open roughly and waited for her to enter.

We were surrounded by books and not many people. I started shifting through some stacks rather roughly.

"Getting mad isn't going to help." Amu finally speaks and she says that? Couldn't she have at least answered one of my questions? I stomped over to the self help section.

"Do you need some help? There must be some Dummies book on love life." I start rifling through the stacks, trying to do anything to keep my mind off of her.

"That's not very nice." She comments as she places her soft hand on my arm.

"Please, if you don't mean it, don't do it." I say as I brush her hand off. "Baby, is there any way to change your mind?"

I realized my slip up to late. We both endured the awkward silence. "You're going to kill me one day Amu."

"How so?" There was a hint of a smile beneath the curious expression.

I groan slightly. "Because I worry. I worry about you not liking me. I worry about the fact that you don't like yourself." Her eyes widen. "You have four charas and are constantly doubtful."

She looks away from me. "I never asked you to worry."

I slam a book back on the shelf. "I'm sorry, your majesty." I do a mock bow. "Forgive me for being a burden."

"Don't be such an ass." Amu runs her fingers along the book spines. "It's good to know that someone worries."

"Amu, the number of people that love and care about you is equivalent to the amount of books on these shelves." My sweeping hand gestured to the many books that coated the walls.

"Tadase, sometimes you sound wiser than your age allows." She takes my hand and leads me out the door. Rain is still hurtling to the pavement, but we walk anyway.

"Will you please tell me why you don't like me?" I felt desperate now and more than a little pathetic.

"It's not that I don't like you," Amu hesitates, "I just like Ikuto more. And besides, I'm not the right girl for you. You deserve someone like Amulet Heart." The waterworks started again, but this time they were less extravagant.

This just succeeded in pissing me off even more. "Fine, Whatever helps you sleep at night. We both know it's just a petty excuse to make you feel better about rejecting me."

"Hey!" She exclaimed indignantly.

"Amu, we all know they you hide behind a façade. Your character would look cooler if you were dating a mysterious high- schooler instead of the childish club president. I totally understand, no matter how pathetic it is."

"Don't lecture me about facades and pathetic! You just offered to pretend to be other people just to impress me!" Amu was yelling as more tears leaked out.

I sighed. "I can't take this anymore. Please, tell me the truth."

"No way! I'm leaving!" Amu stomped out in the rain, splashing through puddles and mixing the sky's sadness with her own.

Once again, I ran after her. "Wait."

She puts her hand over my own on her shoulder. "Say it."

"Say what?" Amu remained silent.

"Amu, I love you, but I can't show that to you if you don't let me."

She whips around, her pink hair brushing my face. "You said it!" She bounces up and gives me a quick peck on the lips.

My brain shut down. Her soft lips had touched mine. Those lips that were just like her hair in color and had said many hurtful and delightful words to me. "Huh?"

"I didn't think it would take so much, but you finally said it!" She was practically bouncing with glee. Her smile was radiant.

"I don't understand." Amu blushed like only she can.

"I only said that I loved Ikuto to make you jealous. I wanted to see how you'd react." I stared at her, dumbfounded. "I didn't think you'd go so far. I just wanted you to admit that you loved me."

"Amu, I've said that I loved you many times. I mean, how many times have I said it today?" She held up just her pointer finger and I thought back. Realizations hit me in the face about how many times I had said that I liked her, but never love.

The rain had gradually stopped. A rainbow bathed us in its colors. "By the way," Amu said, "I love you too."

We barely missed having that stereotypical kiss in the rain, but I think that a rainbow is much better than rain.

"Happy birthday Tadase." Amu whispered against my lips

I want to talk to you. The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you that won't happen again. Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I can be wholesome, I can be loathsome. I'm just a little bit shy. Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me without making me try? I try to be like Grace Kelly, but all her looks are too sad. So I tried a little Freddie. I've gone identity mad. I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky. I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like. Got to be green, got to be mean, got to be everything more. Why don't like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you walk out the door? Getting angry doesn't solve anything. How can I help you? How can I help it? How can I help what you think? Hello my baby. You're my baby, putting my life on the brink. Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you like yourself? Should I bend over? Should I look older just to be put on your shelf? I try to be like Grace Kelly, but all her looks are too sad. So I tried a little Freddie. I've gone identity mad. I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky. I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like. Got to be green, got to be mean, got to be everything more. Why don't like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you walk out the door? Say what you want to satisfy yourself. Hey! You only want what everybody else says you should want. I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky. I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like. Got to be green, got to be mean, got to be everything more. Why don't like me? Why don't you like me? Walk out the door! I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky. I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like. Got to be green, got to be mean, got to be everything more. Why don't like me? Why don't you like me? Walk out the door! Humphrey, we're leaving.

Ean: Happy birthday Tadase! I hope I didn't totally ruin this. I don't think I do Tadase's POV very well.
Alexenne: Have nice night!
Nexa: Leave a nice review!