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- The Next Day – Normal POV -

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Ojou-sama, it's time for breakfast."

The morning breeze fluttered through the delicate skin of our heroine. The sun rose as its rays shone through the honey-golden orbs of the now irritated Amu. She was never a morning person. She hated how every single one of these people are glad that the sun is still gleaming with sunshine. She hated how her hair would always be a mess and how her breath would smell like rotten garbage. Most of all, she hated the fact that she was still living with the undesirable guilt and pain roaming through her system.

She leaped out of bed then walked towards her bathroom. She met the gaze of a person so pathetic; she pitied it throughout her very core. Those golden orbs glistening with that pale reddish colored hair, she was staring at none other than herself. Amu then cracked a pitiful smile for herself as she splashed water to her face. She brushed her teeth then went straight downstairs.

"Good morning, Ojou-sama." She was greeted by the maids from her house, not by her family, but them. Ami was at school, while both her mom and dad are busy at work. This is also one of the reasons why she hated mornings.

She pulled down a chair then stared at the grandfather clock. It now reads 10:11 am. She then grabbed her knife and fork then started to eat. Her cell phone began to ring.

"Yes?"

"Amu,"

"Nagi, what's up?" she then began stuffing bacon inside her mouth.

"Uh, well, do you have plans later?"

"Nothing really, why?"

"Let's go out."

"What if I said no?" She then smirked to herself then munched on the toasted bread.

"I'll ambush you."

She then snickered. "Bullshit." She said, snickering once more.

"C'mon, you'll have fun."

"Pick me up at 11:30?"

"Yea," Then she hung up. She had this stupid smile smothered on her face. The appetite she had a while ago had lessen as she went straight upstairs to her room. She threw her clothes on the hamper as she went to take a long soothing bath.

After 45 minutes of bathing, pondering, and day dreaming, Amu stood from her bath tub then dried herself with a towel. She walked outside the bathroom then grabbed her hair dryer. After blow drying it, she went towards her closet. She grabbed the black mini-corset dress with red lining at the bottom, her fishnet stockings, and her undergarments. She then applied some lotion, eyeliner, lip balm, and perfume. After dressing up, she grabbed her red doll shoes then combed her hair. Her perfect full bangs dangled across her flawless face. She then admired herself in the mirror, perfect, she thought. She twirled around then found a piece of shining object glistening around the corner.

She smiled at the thing on her palm. "I never thought I would be smiling after seeing this piece of shit." Amu then placed it on her neck, locking it securely. It was the moonstone necklace Ikuto gave her. She refrained herself from shedding a tear then stood there, by the mirror, staring at her gorgeous piece of shit.

"Ojou-sama, Fujisaki-san is here." One of the maids said. Amu then walked gracefully down the stairs as she met the gaze of her date, Nagi.

He was wearing black skinny jeans, white t-shirt that says "JustDoIt", a leather jacket, and a pair of Zoo-york sneakers. He looked gorgeous.

"Wow," Nagi said, walking towards Amu with a smile creeping upon his face. "You look amazing."

Amu then bowed her head, hiding the small tint of pink gracing through her cheeks. "Let's go." She muttered.

They had arrived at some fancy restaurants down town. Everyone had their eyes set on the both lovely couple. She is beautiful; he is handsome, what could go possibly wrong?

As they sat by the window, Nagi spoke. "Yaya's parents are planning to buy this restaurant."

"Really?" Her voice seemed uneager, but she made it sound like one.

"Yeah, Yaya said she would change the whole menu." Amu heard Nagi chuckle at his comment. But instead of chuckling with him, she frowned instead.

"She and I…we're not as close as before." Nagi heard his precious little Amu mutter out. He was shocked, not because of what she said, but because she herself had admitted it. Nagi knew that there was something wrong about them, about Amu, Yaya, Utau, and of course, Rima. But he remained quiet about it.

"How so?" He said, pretending to not notice that she and the girls have their awkwardness, as he sliced the steak.

"I don't know, it's just tha-" She was cut off by her ringing cell phone. "Excuse me," She said, grabbing it inside her purse.

"Hello?"

"This is Amu, right?" A husky voice asked.

"Yea, who's this?"

"Shiro. Look, we have a-"

"Who?"

"Shiro, Shizuka's brother. We have a pro-"

"Who's Shizuka?"

"The girl that took care of Ketsuki. Oh, Ikuto, I mean."

"Oh, her. So, why'd you call? AND HOW'D YOU GET MY NUMBER?!" Nagi then looked at her with confusion, the same way as all the other people that heard her inside the restaurant.

"Now's not the time for explanations. Ikuto's here, he's sick, and I need you to take care of him." Amu's eye twitched.

"I have plans, I'm sorry, but I can't help."

"I have plans too! Look, I know you guys have been looking all over for him, and you've known each other better! He needs your help. I found him at our door lying down."

"You're there now, right? Why can't you just take care of him? Why me? What about your sister?"

"They're all busy, and besides, you're the last one I know who knows Ikuto. I have band practice, so hurry." And with that, he hung up. All the nerves inside Amu's system is now ready to snap. She was ticked off. She tried to call Shiro again but it would always remain busy. She had no other choice.

"I'm so sorry, Nagi. I have to go. Something came up. I'll make it up for this, I swear." And with that, she was off.

It was a good thing that the car Nagi and her took was hers. If not for that, she wouldn't be able to go back to Shizuka's house. After some minutes, she arrived at the house. She was expecting Shiro to be there by the door, though she hasn't even met him yet, but no one was there. She leaped out of her black sports car then went straight to the door. The clock now reads 1:20 pm.

She removed her shoes then took a pair of bunny slippers from the shoe rack then placed it on. She searched the house to find no one. Then she went upstairs. Five doors were there. The first one she checked was the bathroom. The second one was a room with green painted walls with a king-sized bed. The third room she saw had purple colored walls and some other furniture's. The forth one had bloody-red painted walls with posters and guitars and a single wooden bed. This might be it. She thought as she opened the last one.

There revealed a man, with deep-blue colored hair, lying on the bed, breathing heavily, and sound asleep. His face is as serene as the waves crash the shore. His lips are well formed, kissable and irresistible. His white, pale skin is indeed flawless. His structure covered with a white thin blanket is to die for. In short, he is beautiful.

Amu then went closer to take a good view. She saw sweat buds forming all over his white porcelain face. Amu then placed her hand on his forehead.

"He's burning." She said to herself. She dashed downstairs to get a basin and some water, and then went to the bath room to get some clean towel. She quickly went inside Ikuto's room then knelt down. She placed the basin with water on the desk then threw the towel inside. She removed the thin blanket enveloping Ikuto to lessen his perspiration then unbuttoned two buttons from his polo.

"Oh god." She said, dabbing the wet towel on Ikuto's chest. "Why does it have to be you?" With what she said, Ikuto moaned. Great, She thought. Note to self: Do not bicker out loud.

She then brushed some of Ikuto's hair away from his face then started dabbing the wet towel on his face. She did it gently, not allowing him to wake up. The sight of Ikuto's face was blinding Amu. The pain she was suffering was growing and the guilt has yet emerged to the next level. Right this very moment, she was fighting the urge to cry.

Hours have gone by since Amu crashed Shizuka's house. She remained still. She didn't left Ikuto's side. She then felt Ikuto's temperature once again. "Thank god," She said. His temperature has now dropped. She looked at her watch, it reads 5:35. "Shoot, I forgot to fix dinner!"

She quietly tiptoed down the stairs, straight to the kitchen. She opened the fridge to find milk, water, hotdogs, leftovers and eggs. She opened some cabinets to find nothing, except for plates and other utensils. She heaved a sigh.

"Great, how am I supposed to fix dinner with nothing to cook?" Amu then grabbed 2 eggs from the fridge. She cracked them up inside a bowl, with a bit of shells floating around. She removed some of them but some small bits were still there. She added nothing to it, scrambled it then popped it inside the microwave. While it was being 'cooked', she grabbed another bowl then chopped some of those hot dogs and bits of leftovers then threw it all in inside the bowl. She added milk in it and some water, a touch of salt and pepper and a bit of ginger. She stirred them all in then popped it inside the microwave after the eggs were finished.

She took a small bite from the microwaved egg. "Shit!" She squealed, spitting it on the sink. She then started to taste the soup she made. "Omph!" She squealed once again, washing her mouth with water. "This proves it, then." She muttered to herself, "Home-Ec is important."

She grabbed her purse from upstairs then dashed towards her car. She drove swiftly, bothered of what to do if Ikuto wakes up. I should've bought him food after all. She thought.

- Back at the House – Ikuto's POV -

The scent of strawberries was filling every part of my sense of smell. It was mild, yet it was so relaxing. I sat up to find a basin, a wet towel and a cell phone beside me. I took the cell phone then flipped it open; there were 3 missed calls and 7 messages. It wasn't Shizuka's, nor Shiro's, who's is this? I browsed the cell phone then saw some pictures. It's her! I thought. She was the one from yesterday, the pink-haired girl. What was her name again? Uh, Amu? Why is she here? I then placed the cell phone inside my pocket.

I went downstairs but found no one. The kitchen smelled like…something was burning. I quickly dashed towards the kitchen, but everything was at peace, or so I thought?

There were two bowls placed on the table. I looked inside the first bowl to find eggs. The second one was a bowl of soup. I took out a fork and a spoon then a glass of water. The sight of this made my stomach growl. I took out my fork then pierced it through the pale-colored egg. It tasted like…rubber. But then there was no choice. I ate it all.

After I ate the rubber eggs, I took out my spoon then scooped some of the soup. It was…revolting. And yet my mind was still telling me to eat it, so there was no other choice. I quickly grabbed the glass of water then choked it down my throat. I know for sure that Shizuka wasn't the one who made this. There was no sign of Shiro anywhere so I assume he wasn't the one who made this. So I'm betting my cards that the pink-haired girl was the one who made this. I thought all women know how to cook?

I then placed the plates on the sink. I felt someone's presence.

"Y-you…ate a-all those?!" I turned around to find that particular girl. She was beautiful. All I could do now was to stare.

"Oh, no!" She dashed towards me then placed her palm on my head. "Are you feeling better?" She said then I nodded. She placed a plastic bag on the table to reveal real food.

"Ugh, great. I should've thrown those away earlier," She said. "before someone like you could eat it." Her expression seemed hard to figure out, but the tone in her voice seemed irritated.

I don't why but I can't take my eyes off of her. Is it because she was beautiful? Or because she smells nice? Or is it because of her outfit? "Here." She said, erasing the image of her in my mind, offering me a bowl of ramen, some shrimp tempura, and rice.

"Crap! My cell phone!" I heard her say. Then I remembered it was with me. I quickly got it out of my pocket.

"Here," I said, handing her the cell phone. "I found it earlier at the desk." She smiled at me then said her thanks. She dialed a few numbers then called someone. I pretended not to care as I eat.

"Hello, Nagi?" She said. I then recalled the blue-haired man she was with yesterday.

"Sorry, I was busy." She said once again, biting her lip this time.

"No! You don't have to, I have my car."

"Some…where." She was now bowing her head.

"Yeah, bye." She then flipped it close. As she turned towards me, I saw her necklace gleaming. It feels…nostalgic. Right then and there my head started to spin. Then images seemed to flutter my mind.

- Flashback -

"Ne, Ikuto," She said as she laid helplessly on my chest with our fingers intertwined.

"Hm?" I said as I rest my chin on her head. The sweet intoxicating scent of strawberries filled my entire system.

"Why'd you give me a moonstone pendant? Why not ruby or emerald?"

"Cause it's blue."

"So?"

"So…you won't have a hard time remembering me."

"Idiot." She said, while laughing.

- End of Flashback -

"Anyway, I have to get going." She took her purse then turned around, she started to walk away from me then I remembered something.

"Wait," I said, grabbing her arm. "Where'd you get that necklace?"

She turned towards me then said, "A friend gave it to me." She smiled an awfully lonely one. I wonder…was she the one that called me idiot?

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