It was around four in the afternoon. Classes were done and over with for the day. Students left the campus to relax at their "hang out" spots with their friends, while others were stuck finishing their homework. Down a corridor, third door on the left, Amu clutched a pillow and held it at her chest, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling, wanting to get away from the world. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and tear stains were streaked down her cheeks. Her hair was spread out, tangled from rolling back and forth on her bed. Her mind was portraying image after image, memory after memory; images of when Ikuto used to come through her window during lunch time or just randomly during the evenings, memories of what they experienced together.
Ikuto.
Her mind whispered his name infinitely, never once stopping. Her chest ached with pain, agony, and regret.
It's not my fault he's transferring right? I mean, he would've taken the offer. Who wouldn't? Seiyo University is the most prestigeous university in Japan. So, it's not my fault … Is it?
Was it her fault? – No, it couldn't be, could it? Amu tilted her head, trying to look at the time on her digital clock: 5:24 PM. When was he leaving again? What were the rumors she had heard?
Ikuto's leaving at six in the evening.
Those words rang in her mind, rumbling. He's leaving. Suddenly, Amu jolted off her bed. Running to her desk, she grabbed her wallet, stuffed it in her pocket, took her light overcoat and ran out the door. She slipped on her overcoat as she ran through the corridor, eager to get out. As she stepped outside, a light drizzle began to fall in the sunset.
Great.
She ran down the street to the nearest bus station, anxiously waiting for one. A taxi drove by, and she ran after it. Her slightly wet bangs dangling on her forehead, dripping with droplets. After getting the taxi driver's attention, she got into the taxi quickly, slamming the door rather roughly behind her.
"Haneda Airport, quickly, please!"
As she buckled her seat belt, she struggled to catch her breath.
Breath, Amu, breath; inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
She calmed down and looked out the car windows. Rain splashing onto the wind shields. They crossed over a highway rather quickly even though there was insane traffic. Her hands were laid on her lap, clutching her wallet.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her heart was pounding against her chest, at least, that's what she heard.
Ikuto.
The taxi came to a slow stop in front of the Haneda Airport.
It has to be this one; it's the only one nearest to the academy. Heck, it's the only one in Tokyo. Please, just let him be in there, somewhere, anywhere, damnit.
Amu paid the driver thirty dollars, telling him to keep the change. The driver drove off, feeling quite content. She stood in front of the airport, trying to take it all in.
What am I thinking? He wouldn't be here, he's probably already on the plane to the academy. Where was it located again? Kawasaki, I'm pretty sure. Why do I bother? – Because you care, idiot. Hurry.
She really had to admit, that conscious has saved her countless numbers of times from making a stupid mistake; believing it one last chance wouldn't hurt. She ran through the rain and into the main entrance. Inside, she ran to the nearest desk she could find.
"Excuse me, where's the Kawasaki terminal?" she questioned quickly.
"Oh, you go straight down the corridor over towards your left and go down the stairs. There you will have to ask another aid," the middle aged woman answered politely.
"Thank you!"
Amu ran down the corridor and down the stairs quickly, nearly tripping over her own two feet in the process. She saw a security officer and ran towards him.
"Excuse me, where's the Kawasaki terminal area thing?" Amu asked.
"Down the left, it's numbered fifty six," the officer replied sternly, not flinching nor moving
Amu nodded and ran down the left corridor. The first terminal was numbered one.
Oh, just great, just great.
Amu sighed and ran towards the ascending numbers. At the same time, she looked around for Ikuto, not wanting to miss his blue locks. As she was running she bumped into a cart. The woman behind it gasped and helped her up.
"Are you alright, dear?" she asked concerningly, holding out her hand.
Amu took her hand graciously and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden impact.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, miss," Amu stated as she nervously smiled.
"Oh, thank goodness, well, I've got to catch a flight. I apologize once again."
The woman took hold of her cart and strolled into terminal thirty nine. Amu continued running towards terminal fifty six.
Why the hell is it so far?!
At long last, she arrived at terminal fifty six, at least she thought she did. There was an enormous crowd of people.
Well, there is a large population in Tokyo, and summer vacation is coming along fast.
Over the crowd, Amu tried to spot Ikuto. She walked quickly over to the side, looking at the people getting their luggage checked out, their passports looked at. And walked through the terminal gates. None of them she saw was Ikuto. She sighed. A man on line, moved over to his left, trying to get in line. As he moved, Ikuto set down his suitcase and got his passport checked.
Amu looked back up and saw Ikuto. Her heart pounded. This was it; this was the whole reason why she came here. Was it really him?
Of course, it's him; do something!
Her conscious yelled at her. Her heart beated rapidly. As Ikuto was walking through the gate, Amu took her chance.
"Ikuto Tsukiyomi!"
She yelled with all her might, all her breath, with anything that she had left in her body. Her chest tingled and ached. She looked at Ikuto.
Turn around already. Turn, please, Ikuto.
Ikuto heard a voice, a fairly familiar voice. No, it can't be.
Amu?
He turned around, and looked towards the sidelines and his eyes widened. He saw Amu. Of all people, Amu came, she came. His heart was jumping. He wanted to turn back and go to her.
"Ikuto! Ikuto!" Amu shouted his name.
It was as if time had just stopped. They looked at each other in disbelief. Unknowingly, tears began falling down from her eyes.
"Amu!" he shouted.
He really wanted to run back to her.
"Hey! Don't keep the people waiting, get on the plane!" the security guard stated sternly as he checked another man's passport.
"Please, let me get out, I have to get out!" Ikuto stated firmly.
"I'm sorry, man, I can't let you do that; the flight's going to take off in about ten minutes. I just can't allow it. You'll just have to get on it, son."
Ikuto refused to move, but the man behind him pushed Ikuto inside.
"C'mon, man, I gotta get on this plane to see my wife," he shouted rather loudly.
Before he was pushed in, he looked at Amu one last time. It couldn't be right? He just saw her and he was forced to leave.
This isn't cool.
Amu watched as Ikuto was forced into the plane.
No, no, Ikuto!
Amu ran towards the waiting room, looking out towards the planes and watched as each one of them took off. She spotted the Kawasaki-bound plane. She pressed her palms against the glass, hoping Ikuto would spot her, even if she didn't, although she wanted to.
Ikuto walked towards his seat and sat down at the window seat. He looked out the circular window and swore that he saw a pink speck.
Amu. She came to see me. Perhaps she changed her mind about me? Or she didn't speak the entire truth. Amu, I can't wait to see you again; to hold you, to make you mine. Just wait, Amu, please.
Amu sat at her desk, finishing her summer homework. Just as she was finished, she heard the roar of a plane outside. She dashed to her window and stared into the sky. Indeed, it was a plane. How long has it been since she had last seen Ikuto? Two months? Three? She just couldn't keep track anymore; it was too heart-wrenching. She sat on her window pane.
Will you ever come back, Ikuto? I'm still waiting for you. I can't contact you in any way, but I'll wait for as long as I can. I'm lost without you, Ikuto.
Authorette's Note:
Don't worry, don't worry. There won't be a sequel, but there is a last chapter, probably two, depending on how the next one goes. I'm planning on making another fan-fiction about Amu and Ikuto. But I'll be willing to write about anyone.
I just wanted to say thanks for the reviews and all.
And also, if anyone has any ideas, I'd love to hear them. If I think any of them would be great ideas, I'll put them in my writing and I'll make a note as to who gave me the idea in the fanfic.
Thanks again,
- Kellie.