She giggles as she reads over the letter. It's funny, to her, the way the words intertwined until a story was told.
Yet, she pulls the letter closer to her face, I can't seem to find out what exactly this story is. She reads it over again and again.
"Maybe Kairi-kun can find the story!" she suddenly exclaims, jumping out of her chair with a grin. She almost runs out to find the boy, yet she remembers that he always leaves early to go somewhere. It's obvious that she wouldn't be able to find him by now.
She sighs, "Tomorrow, then?" She asks herself, "Yeah, tomorrow." It's a promise to herself. By now she knows that this is completely up to her. Unconsciously she reaches to the letter in her pocket, The Broken, she remembers the scrawled signature as though she was still reading the words.
"On second thought," she pauses, "maybe Ikuto-kun would be better." She places her finger to her cheek as though pondering the ups and downs to each of them. "Or Nagihiko-kun?"
Yet, Kairi would take it too seriously, Ikuto wouldn't take it seriously at all. Maybe Nagihiko, but then again, maybe not. It's too confusing, all of this.
She sighs. On second thought, maybe she'll just ask Utau.
~*With Amu*~
I bang my head on my desk after glancing at my homework. Such inane and boring words on such a boring sheet of paper amazes me by how very boring a single thing can be.
Yet, I force myself to read over the words again and again.
I groan. "Why would I care about when this plant was born?" I growl at the fossil identification homework I was given. For a moment, I wonder how long it would burn, but I shake that thought off quickly. Obviously, that's not a good idea, seeing as how I need to turn the sheet in tomorrow.
Yet, I'm about ready to tear the homework apart when the doorbell rings downstairs. I already know that the house is empty, so I trudge downstairs groggily to open the door.
"What," I nearly spit at the grinning girl outside of my doorway. In front of me stands Yuiki Yaya, with the same stretched smile as always.
She laughs nervously, "Well," she trails off, "I kind of want to visit Utau!" She states shortly. It takes me a few moments to realize that she's already done talking, and I'm just zoning out because I'm used to her droning on and on excitedly.
I raise an eyebrow at her, "Okay?"
She just rolls her eyes. "So," she grins at me, "you're going to bring me there, right?"
Something tells me that she's not asking. Actually, by the way that she's already dragging me outside, she's simply stating a fact. Or, at least, it's a truth now that she's made it such.
I sigh in defeat, "Yeah." I close the door behind me before following behind the racing girl. She's spinning off, as though that's her alternative to running her mouth off in my ear.
"You're going the wrong way," I tell her as she turns right one block before we're meant to turn left. She only smiles at me sheepishly before racing back to me.
"You know," she taps at her chin, "for someone who looks fit, you're a lot slower than I expected. I mean, you can take that badly, cause I guess that is sort of bad to say, but you are. I mean, you're walking so slowly that the cars must think you're going backwards!" She looks at me before racing off again.
I just shake my head at the girl. I try not to show her how my legs start to shake as she taunts me, but I feel the need to race past her and watch her jaw drop to the floor.
Without thinking correctly, I make up my mind to sprint past her all the way to the Tsukiyomi household. I look back as I'm pumping my legs just in time to see Yaya stop with that same grin still on her face.
Something tells me that this is how she'd wanted this to end up.
Not too long after that, I'm standing in front of the large doorway, not even out of breath. Yaya's now skipping behind me, not even trying to catch up anymore, and she's even whistling a song drastically out of tune.
I don't bother asking her what song it's meant to be, because something tells me that even she wouldn't be able to tell anymore. Instead I start tapping my foot impatiently as I stare at the young girl.
In a second she's by my side. "Knock knock!" She screams at the door, not even bothering to ring the doorbell or stab at the door. With anyone else, I'd think that they're crazy for trying.
With her, however, I know she's crazy, but I also know that this is going to work.
This time Utau opens the door. She's still dressed in the clothes that she'd worn earlier this school day, only now she also has ink on her hands. She looks annoyed, although that may be because of the homework or because of the fact that we randomly showed up at the doorway.
"Hey," I wave at her lazily.
She nods her head in Yaya's direction. "What's she want?" She whispers to me, already trying to help me escape.
I just shrug my shoulders.
"Hey Utau!" Yaya greets. She grabs Utau's hand, which is hanging limply at her side, only to shake the poor hand rapidly. "I wanted to talk to you, so here I am!"
"So why'd you bring Amu?" Utau asks, motioning to me.
Yaya turns sort of red, "Well," she trails off, "I kind of lost the sheet to get here. That, and I don't know the way. You know what happens when that happens, right? I mean, even though you know where you're trying to go, you always end up going somewhere else. And that sucks because, honestly, somewhere other than where you want to go is generally unwanted. And that's kind of—"
"Bad, yeah, I got it," Utau interrupts the blabbering girl easily. "Well, don't just stand there," she places her hands on her hips, "Come in."
Yaya runs in, but I just follow slowly behind. I'm reluctant to enter the house, even though I've been in here multiple times.
"Amu!" Yaya calls, "Come up here in a bit, okay?" She's already racing up the stairs after Utau. "I really want to talk to Utau, but after that the three of us can all hang out!" Yaya grins as though we'd all agreed with these conditions before, although I haven't the heart to tell her that I don't necessarily agree with what she's saying. Instead, I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.
Now, where's the bathroom? I stare around the room. I know that I shouldn't interrupt the two, so I decide to simply find the restroom myself. It's not so much that I need to go there, but that I'm just too bored to sit around for more than a few minutes.
While I'm walking, I pass by a room with a door partially open. Inside, a light is on, although it flickers out every few minutes. I figure that I've got as much a chance as any to find the restroom, or even someone who knows where it is, in this room. Quietly, almost silently, I push the door open.
The door I enter is like the night sky, where everything is a dark sort of blue, and the only light comes from a single light bulb, like a star. A single person is thrown into shadow on a bed in the center of the room. I can tell that they're holding something, a paper.
"Umm, hello?" I call out to the person, causing them to quickly become startled. They nearly rip the paper in two, although they quickly check it afterwards. Even in the dark, I see the worry that flashes across their face for a second before being completely gone. "You there?"
They grunt, "Yeah," I hear the voice answer. Immediately I match the voice to Ikuto, partially because I've heard his voice so many times, and partially because I've ignored his voice for so long.
"What're you looking at?" I motion to the paper in his hands before turning on another light. I see him squinting as the light floods the room. Everything about the area is highlighted, although I can't pay attention to that. Actually, the only thing that might possibly be able to tear my eyes away from Ikuto is the letter that he still has in his hands.
"Nothing," he growls. He looks as though he's ready to rush out and disappear on me, and I know that he can, that he would without a second thought.
I can't resist the urge to roll my eyes at him as I look to the paper. "Right, 'nothing', he says. Yet, why were you so interested in this nothing, might I ask?"
"None of your business," he then looks up to me, "Didn't know you were so interested in what I did," he sounds spiteful, yet a smirk still finds its way across his face. "So you really do care about me, A-Mu."
I flush immediately. "I," I growl, stuttering slightly, "I don't!"
He walks toward me without a second thought, merely so that he can annoy me further. Yet, as soon as he gets in reach, I grab for the paper and mercilessly pull it from his grasp.
For a second, he holds on, though. At least, he holds on until he realizes that the paper would tear if he held on for any longer. A t that point, he lets go of the paper as though it were burning, although I can tell that he would kill me, had he been met with the chance to do so.
I eagerly look to the paper, although I realize that paper is no good name for the thing I'm holding. It's more of a photo, a wondrous captured moment.
"This picture," I mumble, tracing the lines. It's familiar to me. In fact, I have one just like it posted on my board in my room. There's him, sitting near me on a beach. It was the day before he forgot everything, but I've never had the heart to throw it away. Strangely enough, it was one of my favorite pictures. It looks like it was taken yesterday, the way we look the same as we do now.
"You know where it is?" He's not looking at me, yet his curiosity flows in his words. It's like any information of the place, he'd take. For a moment I'm inclined to let him suffer, or at least let him suffer until he remembers soon enough.
"Yeah," I tell him, "I do." I stare at the picture. I still remember how everything was that day.
"Where?" He demands the information from me, as though it were his life source that he had been deprived of for so long.
"California," I say. "We'd gone there, and we were just going to board the plane."
He stares at the picture as I follow his gaze. "You're the girl in the picture?"
I smile to him sadly. "Yeah, that's me."
"How'd I know you?"
I look at him with a soft smile. Before I'm able to tell him, I hear my name being called. It's Yaya who's yelling for me to come to them upstairs. I jump up, rushing to the stairway.
"Well," I sigh, "I guess you could say that I was your girlfriend."
I leave him alone, although I can still imagine the look on his face long before I go up the stairs to greet Yaya and Utau. I don't bother imagining what they'd been talking about, mostly because it doesn't matter to me, since they'd so clearly left me out of their conversation.
"Hey Amu!" Yaya grins.
"Hi Amu," Utau smiles to me.
I just nod in their direction. I wonder about Ikuto, why he still looks at the pictures. For a second, I wonder if he's got it much worse off than I do.
That second passes, and I end up knowing that he does.
Sorry, long wait. Back to my normal schedule as of now, though :)
No letters this chapters, but I will have them up tomorrow. Thanks for the reviews! 302
Probably because of the uber long wait…
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Okay, see you all tonight. (This is because I couldn't upload this thing yesterday night or earlier this morning…)