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I was dying (not literally. SORRY!) to actually take a break from all this finals' studying. I will be having finals tomorrow and the next week Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Thursday and Friday are like occasions in school. I won't be attending Friday's occasion. That's the last day. Also I'm planning on changing the summary for the next generation of Shugo Chara to maybe this one.
Tsukiyomi Ai and Hiro are high school twins. Ai and Hiro are together most of the time, but suddenly a group of transfer students arrive, endlessly trying to tell Ai of some mysterious egg. However, Hiro won't allow Ai to hear anything.
Amu's POV [In her room (They gave her a room after the endless nights of Amu's complaints)]
What should I do now? Now that I think about it, half of the chance Ikuto will take Yoru away from me, but the other chance is that he'll allow me to be together with him. Argh! It's either the truth or the lies. Which one? If I continue on, I know I will break. If I just tell him, I may regret it for the rest of my life. There are just two choices; this should be easy.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Who is it?" I wiped my tears off, gazing at the closed door.
"I'm not a stalker," The voice answered deeply.
"Come in, Aruto," She gave a small giggle before answering.
"Okay, but I never said I was a pervert," He came into the room, sitting at my bedside. The room was filled with the many varieties of pink and black.
"You might not have said that you weren't, but I know you aren't. If you were, I wouldn't even let you walk through my door," I retaliated in a triumphant smile.
"Okay, know it all, let's see if you know everything. Let's see if you know the person I'm introducing you to," the man dared to challenge me.
"Is it a boy?" I rolled my eyes.
"No," He chuckled.
"Is it a woman?" I raised a brow.
"I'm not telling anymore," He stood up.
"So it is a woman," I smiled.
"I never said that; however I'm telling you to dress fancy. The restaurant you're going to is very high class. Go take a shower, and the maid outside will leave a dress on your bed. The chauffer will drive you there at 10 P.M. It is 5 right now. I'll leave you at it then," He left the room with a wave of a hand, closing the door before him. "Oh, and promise you'll stay there until the meal's over."
"I promise."
Normal POV
"It's a man, my dear daughter in law," He snickered, walking away from the room and reminiscing over the earlier events on his way back from the stables.
Flashback
"What is my son doing now?" Aruto rushed to the study but didn't have to go that far, seeing that his son was not that far from the stables. He had on a serious face. They both knew what it meant. It meant that there was business between them.
"What are you planning?" The father looked at his son, just as serious as his son. He noticed the air around his son; it was different than his mischievous aura most of the time.
"Father," Ikuto bowed his upper body with his arms at his side. "Please allow me to apologize to Amu for what I did."
"Why ask me I'm not her father?" Although Aruto was serious, he had to play with his son. He was testing him also.
"I realize I made a mistake somewhere in my relationship with Amu. I want to make everything right. I realize that in our household the only person she trusts is you. Please help me make amendments for what I've done."
Aruto knew that any Tsukyomi would be in dire need of help if they were to ask another Tsukiyomi.
"Follow me and listen close. I am not repeating myself."
Flashback End
At the restaurant
The pink haired woman with a red dress exited a car, catching men's lust and women's envy and admiration. The dress ended a bit above her knee, and they were ruffles around the dress. The dress' straps hooked around her neck. She also wore black, polished shoes. There was not a lot of make up on this beauty's face only a light touch. Her curled hair was set into a side ponytail with a dark red rose to hold it up.
"This way, madam," The manager who had been waiting for her arrival led her to the back of the restaurant where thousands of roses and greenery surrounded a candle lighted table for two. There were lanterns a few meters above their heads. The candles gave off a nice scent. Overall, everything created the perfect, romantic scene and atmosphere. In front of both chairs on the table was a platter which was covered by a silver, dome shaped metal for each chair. Amu was standing by a chair, gawking at the scene.
"Please have a seat, ma'am," A different voice pulled up the chair for her.
"Why, thank you…" Amu sat down, gazing up at the gentleman who had helped her. "IKUTO!"
"Good Evening," He sat in the other chair opposite from her, having an arrogant smirk plastered on his attractive face. "What do you think?"
"I'm leaving," Amu jumped out of her seat.
"Tch! Tch! Tch!" He wagged his index finger. "You promised you'd stay till the meal's over."
"When was- You and Aruto tricked me," She stomped her foot, discontent with the arrangements.
"We never tricked you. He never told you of who he was introducing you to, and we never put a gun to your head, did we?" Ikuto explained coyly.
"I've already met you! That's not introducing!" Amu yelled back.
"Let's eat!" Ikuto clapped his hands hungrily, dismissing her earlier statement.
"You're food," Two waiters nearby gracefully took the silver domes off the plates, showing two mouth-watering salmons.
"I'm leaving after we eat!" Still with the same scowl that tainted her face, Amu sat back down, placing the napkin on her lap. She cut up a piece and shoved it in her mouth, chewing aggressively.
"Now don't forget you're a lady," Ikuto whispered, leaning across the table to reach her ear. The "lady" gulped down hard and began to eat properly.
"Good girl," He commented to the pink strawberry, continuing on eating. "How long have you known Yoru?"
"I've known him all his life," Amu looked grimly down at her food.
"Well, that might be why he's such a good kid. He seems as if he's taken some traits from you: honesty, his good nature, his stubborn attitude if it has do something with his beliefs, and how he comforts people. He might not know how exactly, but he instinctively knows to do it. The other day he found me-" Ikuto gathered his thought as he was remembering the time when he, a full grown man, was being comforted by a toddler of three. "Well, he found my friend."
"Liar, it was you," She had been his wife for at least several months. The least she could have known from him is how he lies.
"Hey, I am my own friend also," He smirked.
"Well, he seems to have caught some of your traits throughout these days," She partially lied. Yoru didn't get those traits these past days. He had gotten them since he was born. "He is protective over his loved ones, mysterious at times, hides behind a façade in front of others, and he also is pays everything back equally. If a boy hits him, he hits back. If a friend gave him money, he would pay back the same amount with interest. If a boy makes a girl cry, he beats up the kid until he apologizes. Also his eyes remind me of his father. Mysterious, Distant, and something I don't know what it is," Amu still stared down at her plate.
"You've met his parents?" Ikuto asked nonchalant. They both knew that Amu would never say the names. Ikuto didn't want to ruin this one conversation which has not been full of arguments, drama, or teasing.
"I have," Again, the bitter smile appeared. Ikuto wished dearly to ask what was wrong, but he knew if he said something like that she would leave and brush it off.
"How are they like?" He stared into those honey golden orbs glazed over with regret.
"The father's nice, kind, cool, handsome, sometimes he might seem cold, but he's a great guy. He knows how to take care of children, is always misunderstood, and like I told you mysterious, distant, you never know what's on his mind, he hurts inside, but won't show it. He's also oblivious." Amu looked at Ikuto straight in the eye, unwavering.
"The mother however is a cruel woman. Since she wants the child all to herself and wants no one to take him away with her, she is selfish. She is a pitiful woman, crying herself to sleep and regretting every lie she made. She just want a happy family with a happily ever after, but she's not worthy of it. She lied to both her child and the father. She wishes every second to tell the truth, but she's afraid that the child might hate her and the father might hate her also and take the child and leave."
They were done with their food by now.
Ikuto began his opinion. "Well, I think this "cruel" woman isn't actually all that pitiful, cruel, and selfish. She is a woman who wants to spend every last second with her child. She worries about him every night. That woman is an honorable mother. However, she should just say the truth. A happy life filled with lies and deceit isn't a life worth living. A terrible life filled with truth and trust is a life worthwhile. If that actually does happen, why not be glad that at least the son and father could live peacefully?"
He saw tears trickling down her face. He stood up and walked to her seat.
"It's all okay." Ikuto kissed the tears away. "It's not your fault."
That last sentence sent her hurdling towards Ikuto's chest. Now, she was on Ikuto's chest, wailing and bawling.
Ikuto kissed her head, whispering more comforting words.
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