Moona-chan: Hello everyone! Guess what? Suki-chan is back and ready for action! She came to me with this newest, special chapter, asking me to finish it off for her, and as usual, edit it very slightly. I hope you all enjoy!

Faded Poems and Broken Violins

Disclaimer :We own nothing besides the plot and poems

~!Warning: Strong Language!~

Chapter 14: The Broken Artist

Normal POV

"How about I stay here with you… and I sleep in your bed at night so you're not so alone?"

Amu's face turned bright red.

"Wh-What?" she stammered.

Ikuto smirked. "You heard me, I said I'll stay here with you tonight and we'll share the same bed tonight."

Amu backed away from him. "What the hell? You can't be serious! There is no way that's going to happen!" she yelled. He smirked once more.

"Aw, but why not? You said you're feeling lonely and all. If I'm with you, then you won't be so alone anymore, right?" he said, pulling her closer and hugging her tight.

Amu's face became hotter and hotter– if that was even possible– and tried to push him away.

"No! Never, ever, ever gonna happen!" she yelled, running up to her room and quickly locking the door before he could enter.

Ikuto knocked from outside, laughing. "Oh, come on, Amu! Open up! I was just kidding!" he continued laughing. Amu had hid under her blankets. She covered her ears.

"I'm not going to let you in! I don't trust you!" she yelled from beneath her blankets.

Ikuto laughed. "Well then, shall I go look for the key?" he asked. Amu gulped, she hadn't thought about it.

"Go on and look for it! I bet you can't find it!" she yelled back, trying to sound brave. Maybe I could run off from the balcony like how he always does, she thought to herself. But of course she couldn't. She wasn't brave enough.

The knocking had stopped. That means Ikuto had went to look for the key.

Maybe she could make a run for it.

She got out of her bed and slowly opened the door. Coast is clear, she thought to herself. But before she even made her first step out of the room, she was pushed back in and the door was closed shut.

"Wh-What? How did you…" Amu asked. Ikuto smirked.

"I just hid at the dark corner and waited till you opened the door. I knew that sooner or later, you're gonna get out anyway."

Amu sighed. "Is there anything you can't do?" she asked. He shrugged. "Maybe…"

Amu sighed again. "I give up, you win…" she buried her face in his chest. He smiled.

"Well then, what's my reward for winning?" he asked.

"What do you want?"

He thought about it for awhile. Finally, he answered, "You."

"Well, haven't you received your prize yet?" she asked, looking up. "Nope." He replied.

"Well, what else do you want?" she asked again. He smiled. "

You know what I mean. I want you. I want you to be mine."

Amu's heart stopped beating for awhile. He lifted her chin up. "Have you not decided yet?" he asked.

Blinking, she dared to ask, "Decided what?"

"About us," he said. Amu went silent. She didn't want to think about it. She would get a headache thinking about it.

"I don't know…" she mumbled softly.

"What was that?" he asked. She shook her head.

"I'll tell you when the time comes," she replied.

He sighed, "Fine… But let me just tell you, I'll wait. I'll wait until you give me an answer."

Then he brought himself closer to her ear, "And I'm not going to give up that easily. I'll keep making you fall for me."

Amu's heart thumped. She closed her eyes.

She fell asleep in his arms. He pushed away a strand of hair that blocked her sleeping face. Ikuto smiled.

"You're so adorable," he kissed her forehead gently.

MORNING

Amu rolled over to the other side of the bed. The sheets still felt warm. That means Ikuto had stayed for the night.

She groaned. "What time is it?" she asked herself.

She opened her still sleepy eyes and looked at the clock; five in the morning. Grouchily, she got up; she couldn't sleep anymore.

What should she do?

She decided to change into a tracksuit and put on her jogging shoes. Time for a morning walk. A super early one, that is.

The morning air was cold and fresh. It was still dark but a slight hint of sunlight could be seen. Birds started chirping.

Amu took a deep breath of the fresh air. It had been a long time she took these early morning walks. Back then, she used to get up early to walk with her parents. But now, all those walks were just memories.

She looked at the time. 6:30 a.m.

She should go now and get ready for school. She had already missed it yesterday, so before making people worried (that is, if they would), she had better go to school today.

Walking home, she kept thinking about Ikuto. His words last night was ringing in her ears.

I'll wait. I'll wait until you give me an answer.

Amu closed her eyes. As much as she had wanted to say yes, she couldn't. She was confused.

Everything just seemed so complicated.

She was complicated.

She hated this. She felt guilty. She also had a crush on Tadase. Liking two people at the same time was just so..wrong.

"Why, Amu? Why are you just so…"she thought to herself with a sigh. She shook her head. The more she thought about this, the more guilty she felt. She was going to push this problem at the side first. Now, she had school to worry about.

SCHOOL

"Oh, so that's why you didn't come to school yesterday."

Amu nodded. "Yeah, well, it was a pretty bad cut. So the doctor advised me to just stay home." She shrugged. It wasn't much of a lie. She did cut her hand after punching the mirror. But of course, she didn't tell her friends that. She had told them that she had slipped a plate from her hand and it had broken into pieces when it fell on the floor. Clumsily, she picked a piece up with her bare hands and 'accidentally' cut herself.

"Well, you better be careful next time," Yaya said. Amu nodded.

"Hinamori-san, are you alright?" a voice asked. They turned their heads and saw Tadase smiling.

"Ah, oh, I'm okay. I just had a little accident, that's all," Amu said. She forgot how cute he was. Then, she thought about Ikuto. The guilty feeling was bad.

Tadase saw her wrapped hand. "Oh, are you okay?" he asked. She nodded. "What happened?"

So she had to tell that story one more time. He nodded. "Oh, I see… well, I hope it gets better," he smiled at her saying this. Amu blushed.

"T-Thanks…" she mumbled softly.

"Erm, could I talk to you in private?" Tadase asked.

Amu looked at him. "Eh, sure."

And they went to somewhere quieter.

"That day… those marks I saw… were they…" he didn't finish his sentence. Amu gulped. She had forgotten that he knew about them. About her attempts to commit suicide.

She nodded. "Please, Tadase-kun, please… don't tell anyone about it. I… I don't want anyone to know…" she was close to tears. She didn't want to. She had never cried in front of anyone, aside from Ikuto.

"I won't, I promise," he said. "But, why? Why do you do all that?" he asked.

Amu looked down.

She was expecting that question.

"I… because… I…" she stuttered. Then, she looked up. "Well, it's none of your business, you don't have to know." With that, she walked away. But, Tadase caught her wrist.

"No, you're not leaving without giving me an answer," he said. She tried to pull away but his grip on her wrist was strong.

She looked down; she was thinking, "Should I tell him or not?"

The question repeated over and over again in her mind. Finally, she sighed.

"O-Okay… the truth is… I…" she was just about to tell him; but she didn't finish. Someone had pulled her away from Tadase.

"W-What?" she turned around and saw Ikuto. "I-Ikuto? What are you doing here?" she asked, but she didn't receive an answer.

"Oi, when someone doesn't want to tell you anything, then just leave it." Ikuto said.

"Who are you to tell me that?" Tadase asked.

Ikuto smirked. "Me? I'm Amu's boyfriend." And with that, he pulled Amu and left Tadase alone.

When they finally got far away from where Tadase was, they stopped walking. "What are you doing here?" Amu asked Ikuto. He looked at her.

"Are you alright?" he asked. He pulled her chin up. She nodded. "I'm fine, don't worry about me." she said.

Ikuto frowned slightly and hugged Amu, planting a kiss on her forehead. Blushing, Amu squirmed.

This was all too much.

Pushing Ikuto away, Amu sent him a fierce glare.

"What the hell?" she hissed, "Why would you yell at Tadase-kun like that?"

"He was pestering you," Ikuto replied, trying to hug her again, but only received a cold gaze and a slight push.

"So what? That doesn't give you the right to proclaim you're my boyfriend!" she yelled, "What were you thinking?"

Ikuto frowned again. He didn't like this side of Amu, not at all. He knew she was hurting, but it hurt him to see her like this.

"Amu, I-"

"Shut up! Stop it already! Get away from me!" she said taking two steps back.

Tears clouded her vision, streamed down her face.

"Just.. just stay the hell away from me!" she screamed, tears streaming down her red face.

As Amu ran away, Ikuto looked to the ground.

Damn it, Amu.. stop it.. I don't want to lose you. So just.. let me help you.

When Amu reached her house, she slammed the door shut and leaned on it, her bangs covering her eyes.

A sob escaped her dry mouth as she slid to the floor, crying into her hands.

Minutes passed, almost an hour before she sniffled and got on her knees to crawl over to her notebook and pen.

Picking up the pen, she began writing a new poem.

"The Broken Artist"

You molded me from the mess of clay I was
You didn't even make a single pause

I was broken in your secure den
And you fixed me back up again

I want to thank you
For staying so true

So true and understanding
You were absolutely outstanding

Your voice was my safe haven
You're so maven

This was an addiction
And the side effects included a terrible affliction

I had to get away
No matter how much I wanted to stay

I tried and tried
Yet no matter how hard I cried

I wasn't able to escape
I couldn't exfoliate

I love you
I still do

This love wasn't right
No matter how much I wanted to hold you tight
I knew this wasn't right

I'll never tell you all the pain I went through
But I'll give you a preview

I never meant to hurt you
My words were askew

I was made by a caring artist
And this task was the hardest

One day I'll stay
But for now...

I am the Broken Artist

Moona-chan: Alright, that poem is old, and sucky. I need to get into the habit of writing again.. Well, sorry for the rushed ending, that was my part.. please review!