Just to clear some things up:

The list of likes is something Dr. Aruto came up with to help Amu see more good in the world since she hates it so much. Dr. Aruto knows he's dealing with a teenager who is just probably going through a phase.

The butterfly project is something I got from a blog somewhere. It was something like To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA).

Please enjoy this chapter c:

Amu's POV

Our uniform consisted of a black skirt that reached half an inch above the knee and a long sleeved white dress shirt that came with a red tie. Complete with your choice of stockings or knee high black socks. The black blazer was the only piece of clothing in our uniform that kept us from looking like waitresses. I went with stockings today. Instead of the blazer, I pulled on my maroon knitted sweater that came in Saturday in the mail. It was a birthday gift from my dad.

Inside my 'birthday box' were the sweater, a nyan cat plushie from Ami, a picture frame from my mom, and some shopping money, too. The box was left outside my door, untouched or whatsoever, when I got home from the Tsukiyomi's. Ikuto walked me home but he didn't come in anymore much to Shinigami-chan's disappointment. I bet they're having some silent feud or war or something.

It's Monday today; field trip day. And I brought a small backpack instead of my book bag. I filled my bag with an extra lunch since Ikuto practically begged me to let him taste my cooking again. He didn't fail to remind me earlier this morning.

6:28 a. m.

"Don't forget to bring me food because I'm not bringing any. If you do forget, then I guess I'm gonna have to eat you, ichigo."

So I decided to throw in some sandwiches, too. Better safe than sorry.

So I check my apartment room one last time and pop a pill in my mouth and finally turn around to open the front door.

"Good morning, Amu."

I almost choke on it. "Good morning, Rima…" In front of me was my emotionless mop of a best friend, "Why didn't you –"

"I was about to knock."

"Oh." I close the door behind me.

"Yeah. You wanna walk to school together? We can't really be partners for the field trip since you're in a different class."

I nod and we start walking."Yeah, I'm partners with this new kid."

"Tsukiyomi Ikuto?"

Was he that popular? Geez. "Um, yeah. He sort of kinda insisted and you know me, I'm a nice person."

She gives me a sarcastic look, "Yes, yes. The perfect match; both of you are quite the charmers."

"Well, I don't know about that," I tease. "By the way, where's Nagihiko?" I take a side glance at Rima. She was wearing her favorite white buttoned coat that went to mid thigh. Her skirt was showing from under but her blazer was nowhere in sight. I heave a sigh of relief seeing that I wasn't the only one who decided not to wear a blazer today.

"I told him that I wanted to walk to school with you today."

"Is there any particular reason?" Rima stopped walking to school with me ever since she and Nagihiko got together the summer before sophomore year. I didn't really mind…for a few months. Then it got lonely.

"I'm pregnant."

I stop walking and Rima is a good two meters in front of me. Sweet, angelic, baby-faced Rima was pregnant. My fifteen year old best friend. The school's ice queen. Mashiro Rima is pregnant.

"Do your parents know…?" I didn't have to ask who the father was.

"Yeah," She nods, her back still facing me. I could tell that she was looking down at her shoes. "That was the family thing I was talking about…why I didn't get to spend time with you on your birthday. That was the only day my parents were free from work and signing papers for the divorce. And Nagihiko's father had just flown in from Vienna. It was perfect timing. You have to understand, Amu. I'm sorry."

"Are you going to keep it?"

"My parents were alright with aborting it," she sighs heavily. "But the Fujisakis think it's immoral." She turns around to face me now, tears in her eyes and this time she wasn't faking it. "Amu, I'm going to need my best friend a lot for the coming nine months. I hope that's okay with you." She sniffles as she tries to show me a smile, tears streaming down her face.

I close the distance between us and hug her, tucking her head under my chin. "I'll always be here and support you, Rima. You know that." I try to smile too, but it was hard not to cry. So I did.

I stare out the window of the moving bus; Ikuto insisted that I take the window seat. According to him, it's a great sacrifice since you find great pleasure in sitting by the window. The dimwit thinks we're still in elementary school. I sigh, not really paying attention to Sensei take attendance.

"Furukawa."

"Hai!"

"Gendou."

"Hai!"

I tried my best to muffle sensei's voice from my ears but there was no escaping Ikuto's. "What's wrong with you, ichigo? Did your cat die or something?" He asks. But I don't answer. I didn't really feel like talking about my cat's non-existent death. I just heave a sigh.

"Himamori."

"Hai!" Ikuto shouts for me, clearly sensing my depressing aura. The class laughs since they were expecting a girl's voice. Sensei clumsily walks toward Ikuto's and my seat, tripping in the process.

"Is there anything wrong with Himamori-san? Feeling sick?"

I shake my head.

"She's feeling a bit under the weather today," Ikuto's still acting as my representative. "Don't worry sensei, I'll keep an eye on her and tell you right away if anything's up." Sensei nods and goes back to the front to continue taking attendance.

"Did you run out of tea?"

"Ikuto, are we friends?"

He snorts, "What kind of a question is that?"

"Tsukiyomi." Sensei calls.

"Hai!"

"Just answer it." I turn to look at him now.

"Of course we are," he smirks. I smile a bit at his acceptance. "Why do you ask?" he drinks water from a plastic bottle and –

"What would you do if I told you I was pregnant?"

– he immediately spits it out, facing the aisle which was to his left, spraying water all over Fuyuki-kun's red hair.

"Oy!" said classmate fumes. Ikuto coughs a little, pounding at his chest, before apologizing.

He turns to his right to face me again, "You were saying?"

I sigh, "I was asking you what you would do if I told you I was pregnant."

"Who's the father?"

"No, no! I'm not pregnant, I'm just…ugh I…" I look out the window again, frustrated that Ikuto would assume so quickly. "…just answer the question please."

"I would accept whatever you decision would be regarding its life and I would support you all the way. That's what friends do."

I just nod at him.

"Seriously, though, who's the father?"

I can't tell him who was actually pregnant. It wasn't my secret to tell and as much as I trust Ikuto – which isn't really much, but I think I'm getting there – it was just that Rima still has some dignity left and I wouldn't want to be the one to take it away.

"It was just something that came to my mind, don't think about it too much," was all I say. I look around the bus before subtly taking two pills in my mouth.

"Why are you taking your pills? You're only supposed to take –"

"Who are you? My psychologist?"

"No, but –"

"Then, shut up."

He narrows his eyes at me and I feel guilty.

"I'm sorry," I mumble. "I just really feel like shit right now."

"Really, if you're pregnant, you could tell me, you know. I would –"

"I'm not, okay? So let it go already. Geez!"

"Okay. But there's a fine line between happy pills and your medication, Amu. You can't just overdose like it wouldn't do anything to you. I know you're smarter than that. You know what happens when you overdose."

"Yeah, I die." The bus stops and we're instructed to go line up outside. I go down the steps and wait for Ikuto with the rest that had gone down on one side.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna miss you if that happens. So don't overdose." He pats my head. "You can tell me anything, okay? What's your problem, ichigo?"

"I'm just really depre –"

"Tsukiyomi-saaaaaaan!" Saaya makes her way toward us, almost skipping. Sure enough, she was screeching again.

Ikuto ignores her, "You're just really what, ichigo?"

"Tsukiyomi-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" She was at Ikuto's side now.

"Shoo away, shoo!" he motions with his hand to her. But she was still oblivious.

"Tsukiyomi-san let's go pick some strawberries!" She grabs his arm and drags him away despite his protests. He just sighs and gives me a 'we'll talk later' look. I pout and watch him get dragged away by Saaya. Just when I was finally comfortable enough to open up to him, someone has to drag him away.

"Amu-chan," Tadase-kun taps my shoulder. I turn around to his smiling face. The color pink tints my cheeks. So early in the morning and I already feel somewhat dazed; similar to what I was feeling on the bus but this one's for a completely different reason."Do you want to walk around the fields together?"

Did he have to ask? It was hard enough not to stare at him, what more to resist him?

"Mhm," I smile at him. "Do you like strawberries, Tadase-kun?" We start walking towards the same direction Ikuto went but going through a different column of strawberry bushes.

"Honestly, no." He gives me this smile as if to apologize. "I prefer nuts and the like." There was nothing wrong or malicious with what he said but guys who overheard thought otherwise.

"Whoo! The class prez likes nuts!"

"Guys, you better watch out!"

"Queer is on the loose!"

"I-I'm not gay!" He stutters. The shade of pink evident on his cheeks.

I give a timid smile to the guys who teased him, "Cut it out, you guys."

Some of them wolf whistle, "Oooh, Hotori's got himself a girlfriend!"

It was my turn to blush now, "I s-said s-stop it!"

The guys walk away laughing until one, who I recognized to be my classmate, shouted out to me, "Call me, Hinamori!" He winks and finally walks away. I just shudder at the thought.

"S-Sorry…about that," I hear Tadase-kun mumble.

"I-It's okay." This was really awkward, with all the stuttering.

Then I hear him take a deep sigh, "Amu-chan." He looks me straight in the eye. "We've been classmates since freshman year, and I think you're really nice." Wait, where is this going? "And I would like to know more about you. I think you're interesting." He finishes. I was looking a little to the left from his head where I spotted Ikuto and Saaya from afar. Saaya kept on blabbering about something while Ikuto was just staring at me. They were a good 10 meters away.

"I'm sorry, what?" I my eyes dart back to Tadase-kun's.

"Will you go out with me?"

"Oh."

"Oh?"

I mentally slap myself. Hotori Tadase was asking me out. Now really isn't the best time for me to be seeing someone; I mean, I always thought I wasn't meant for anybody but ugh, "Y-yes." My eyes dart back to Ikuto and he's still staring at me. Creep. Maybe this could be a way of helping myself be happy. I did promise Dr. Aruto that I would try harder.

"I'm glad," He smiles a big smile. "There's this little café near the school. I'll treat you there tomorrow, would that be alright?"

"I'm fine with that." I smile back at him. But it wasn't as big as his.

The only thing I liked about this fieldtrip was the café inside the farm. All their products had strawberries in them, that was for sure. Ikuto and I sat at one of the many umbrella shaded tables for two. Sensei said it was the perfect time and place to have lunch with our partners. Ikuto thought so too as he ate away the lunch I made for him.

I sipped on the strawberry smoothie he bought for me, "Is it odd to pack lasagna for a fieldtrip to a fruit farm?"

"It's delicious, so, no."

"Is it odd if I go out with Hotori Tadase?"

Ikuto chokes again for the second time today, "Are you trying to kill me?"

He coughs some more and gulps down half of my smoothie. "Did he get you pregnant or something? Because I know for a fact that the baby comes after the marriage, which comes after the date."

"What the? No! You have it all wrong!"

"Seriously, Amu. You don't even know him that well and –"

"Do you?"

"What?"

"Do you know him that well? Because the last time I checked, I wasn't the one who just transferred to Seiyo."

"Tsk, whatever. What do you even see in him, anyways? I hear he's gay."

"He is not –"

"Well, whatever. When's he taking you out?"

"Tomorrow –"

"Tsk."

"Will you stop that?"

"Stop what?"

"What about you and Saaya, huh?"

"Jealous, are we?"

"Forget I even asked."

He sighs, "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" I look at the view to my left, which were bushes of strawberries. "I just…Yeah, I just transferred and you're the only sort of real friend I have and I feel uncomfortable sharing you with anyone else."

"Sharing? You don't own me." I narrow my eyes at him. He just chuckles. Ikuto's a really straightforward person. I wonder why he's not going out with any of the girls in the school. But hearing him say that I was, to him, a real friend…who wouldn't give in to him? "Jealous, are we?"

He smirks, "Whatever, ichigo."

Ikuto's POV

"Ikuto-kun," calls Dia.

"H-hai?" I put on a determined look, ready to help her in any way.

"Are you happy?"

I look down to the floor. "Well, mom just passed away. Dad says it's okay not to be happy."

"Your mom wouldn't want you to be sad, Ikuto-kun. You should try to live your life to the fullest; your mom would love if you did that. After all, there are a lot of opportunities for you out there, you're still young."

"But, I am living –"

"Are you happy?"

"Well, no. I d—"

"Then you're just breathing. You're not living if you're not entirely happy."

I twist the knob of the shower to turn it off. I step out and grab a towel, feeling slightly dazed. The field trip today was…interesting. It wasn't really fun at all; the whole day, I kept feeling that Amu was hiding something from me. If that Hotori kid is the father of this yet-to-be-confirmed pregnancy, then I'm going to shoot him.

I put on a shirt and some boxers and proceed to stare at myself in the mirror. I then dry my hair with the towel and leave it on the counter to piss Utau off. I made my way to the west room, passing by Utau along the hall.

"Did you hang your towel on the rack?"

"Yeah," I assure her. I reach the door to the west room and snicker. I go inside but not before hearing Utau yell a profanity at me. And I close the door shut.

"Your daughter's got a truck driver's mouth, mom." I walk to her picture and sit down in front of it.

"I really miss you," I touch her face on the picture through the glass of the frame. "I went on a fieldtrip today; we went to a strawberry farm. I was partners with Hinamori Amu."

"I'm sorry it took me so long to come back here and talk to you about her. I find her really…vague. She agreed to go out with the class president. Not that I'm jealous or anything but you should see him, mom. He's thin and he's not as tall as me. And he looks kinda girly, too. I don't really get why Amu agreed to go on a date with him."

I smile a bit. "She's really pretty, mom. And she cooks well, too. She likes tea."

"She's also dad's patient."

"…So please help her. I know you can. I don't want her to feel depressed, mom. She's too young and beautiful to feel depressed."

"Okay, I'm sorry; I sound like a girl."

"You'll like her hair, mom…"

"It's pink."

Ooooohh. So there you have it :D

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