Shugo Chara

Be My Nurse

Shelly: I'm back from my 'sigh'! ^-^ And looky chapter! Its like the song hehe.

Ikuto: *Grabs Shelly in a dark aura. What the heck took so long for my author to freaken update a quick chapter to this story?

Shelly: Ah hahaha. *Sweat drop.

Amu: SHELLY! How could you leave these poor reviewers at such a chapter like this? Some believed it was the end of the story…

Ikuto: Hear that Shelly? They thought it was THE END. As in, you left them thinking Amu would be a depressed person for the rest of her life! What kind of fanfiction writer are you?

Shelly: *Mumble. So this is what a scary Ikuto looks like. *Smile. Okay Ikuto I get it. How about we start this chapter readers have waited months for.

Ikuto: Good idea. *Stares at Shelly's every move in order to make sure she works.

Shelly: 'Um, I can't work like this…' *Sweat drop.

Amu: You're making her nervous.

Ikuto: What? You're jealous?

Amu: That's not what I-

Ikuto: I see. That Shugo Chara encore ending wasn't enough for you, huh? *Ikuto's famous Smirk appears.

Shelly: And NOW I have finished! 'Gotta love Amuto distractions, don't cha?' Let's start chapter 21, shall we? ;3

Amuto: ShellyCullen has happily left the Shelly Sigh and has agreed to be Sigh Free. Now she is back to writing fanfics.

Shelly: Feels good to be awake! :D

Chapter Twenty One:

Love the Way You Lie

I didn't want to go to work the next day. Actually, I never wanted to go to that place period. I didn't want to step in those halls and remember things that can no longer be. To see everything I once cared for and loved just out of my reach.

If he got to forget all those times and move on happily, why couldn't I?

Or was I simply being too selfish for my own good that I wouldn't allow myself to move on.

I had been thinking all night like this, barely even eating any of the leftover chicken Mom prepared. I had excused myself early from the table, earning more worry glances from both parents, before crawling into bed without another word.

But time had to betray me because suddenly it was morning and I was sitting in the passengers seat of our family car. Mom drove me, and we sat in complete silence the whole entire way there. Once parked, I unbuckled my seat belt.

"Thanks mom." Thanks for driving me to sure yourself I wouldn't ditch again.

"Hey, Amu. Is there anything we can do? I mean, your father and I?" I shook my head. What could they possibly do that could save me in such a situation. "Please, Amu, talk to me. I'm your mother and you can tell me anything in trust that I'll help you through this."

I sucked in a breath and slowly let it out. It filled my chest, but couldn't fix the emptiness I felt inside.

"I know." Was all I said, before hopping out of the front seat. I closed the door behind me, offered a friendly wave and headed to the door. I could feel my mom's eyes bore into the back of my head until I entered the hospital.

Inside the building I could barely keep my eyes up. I didn't want to face Nadeshiko, or anyone for that matter. I felt like crap, and having anyone else stare at me with concerned eyes might just make me run away in tears.

I didn't see him at first.

"Hey." A shadowed outline on the floor was what I saw. I didn't want to look up. I knew I wouldn't be able to take it anymore, and I didn't want to force that dreadful feeling of pain and loss anymore. I kept my gaze down and whispered.

"Please…" I couldn't say it. I couldn't tell him to leave. Isn't this what I wanted? More chances to see him? To speak with him? To unlock the mystery that was Ikuto Tsukiyomi?

I took another deep breath, a hard lump in my throat. It was difficult now, just for me to breathe, but I had to keep trying.

"Please…please…plea…" I choked out the word, desperately gasping for the ability to tell him to go. That this was hurting me. That I would not be able to face him again. He didn't move from his place, and I began to get mad.

"Why can't you just-!" I shouted, finally looking up at him. I froze at the look on his face. He looked pale, so pale, and with that familiar dirty hair. It was the same Ikuto I had seen when he called and called for me, and I was thrown apart again by my constant unknowing decision.

Staying with him hurt him, leaving him hurt him, what was I doing wrong? Why couldn't there be a choice that left everyone satisfied? Why couldn't I help Ikuto? Why couldn't we just be happy?

Without realizing it, my tears began to pour out uncontrollably. Ikuto looked astounded by my reaction and I in return shut my eyes.

"Forget it!" I screamed, not understanding what I was doing anymore. I bolted out of the lobby and rushed outside, summoning all the power and adrenaline in me to keep myself moving. I had to keep going, continue running to nowhere. I feared that if I stopped for even a second, I would never be able to leave Ikuto alone.

I didn't stop and at one point my lungs and chest were burning like crazy. Already my temples pounded loud with my heart beats, and my crying was only choking me to the point where I couldn't breathe well. I didn't stop though, and already I began passing unfamiliar houses.

I didn't know where I was anymore, and I didn't care. I would not stop running for anything. I would go as far as my body could take me, until the strength to move left and I could finally stop. I needed to stop, but not until I was all burned out.

My legs began to shake and I was seeing the sidewalk at a side glance. It was happening now. I was finally able to rest. I allowed myself to a break, but something pushed me forward. I fell to the ground, and the pavement was a big wake up call to my senses.

"H….How-?" I panted, before hearing the sounds of someone else's heavy breathing. I forced myself to turn over, my limbs already too weak from running. Ikuto was there, and practically as white as the clouds above him.

"I…Iku…to." I gasped, my face burning and spinning from all the energy I took. I struggled to get myself up and away, but I was much to tired. I could barely even make my head tilt up to see his face.

"Now…" He breathed, giving me an all too familiar smirk, "you can't escape." He seemed happy enough with such a small accomplishment, and though I knew better than to leave myself with him, every ache and sore in me pounded with my joy of Ikuto's presence.

He took more deep breathes, trying to keep himself steady, before taking a seat next to me and leaning in. He didn't hesitate himself to kiss me, and I didn't force him away from me either. We trembled over each other, tired and hot from the run, and simply indulged ourselves in our kisses.

I deepened the kiss when Ikuto took his lips off mine. I opened my eyes to see what happened. He smiled at me, one much more painful than it should have been and I felt taken about.

"I remember…" He stated, and at first nothing, but his kiss registered to me. I felt like a child again. Too oblivious to understand what was truly going on. He tried again, not quite finished. "I remember when I met you...and I remember hearing you laugh when you werw with me. Seeing your blush everytime I had held you or kissed you or said something much too honest. I remember watching the way you got so defensive when I didn't believe in myself, or becoming angry if something wasn't in my best interest."

I was crying now, and I couldn't believe he was actually reciting all the times we'd spent together. This was impossible, and yet here he was, telling me perfectly of our past few months together.

"I remember how ripped apart and alone I felt when you left, the idea tortured me for days. It felt as if I were missing something important to me. Nothing seemed to work right and eventually I couldn't be myself. I don't know who I am without you anymore Amu, I truly don't and seeing you with other guys just makes me want to let out a strange rage of everything I hated about myself or anyone else. I remember everything now, and I hope you you understand... I know you, Amu." He placed his hand on my cheek, gently rubbing his thumb across my water filled cheeks. He remembered EVERYTHING. He truly did; and hearing him call my name sounded just as sweet as saying I love you. I knew he understood and remembered now, but I couldn't help but have second thoughts on this. I shoved his hand to the side, looking away.

"You might forget again," I stated stubbornly. For him to remember and then again just disappear from me like that would hurt even more than before. I wouldn't be able to stand such pain. "Maybe it's just better to forget such things. That way, you won't get burned as bad." He reached up to caress my cheek softly.

"I remember your confession to me as well."

I looked up into his eyes, almost surprised by that statement. It shouldn't be such a shocker, I had wanted him to know about my feelings, but that was before everything had fallen apart and before he seemed so fragile to me. Ikuto had never been anymore stronger and confident and open with me as he was now. I was completely awed.

My eyes stung as I blinked, crying only making them swell up blur my vision to pieces, but Ikuto was perfectly clear in my sight. I looked down.

"People change."

"Did you?"

I didn't answer. Of course I hadn't changed. My feelings for Ikuto remained the same, whether or not we could be together. I sighed.

"It doesn't matter. I just can't-"

Ikuto's cold lips fell onto the exposed skin of my shoulder and I jumped at the frigid temperature. I was angry again at him trying to distract me from my argument and grabbed his shoulders.

"Ikuto, don't-"

"That's all…" He whispered onto my skin. I stopped, confused by his statement.

"What?" I asked, baffled.

"I remember…" He struggled to hold himself up to see my face, and gave me a weak smile that wouldn't stay in place. "I just wanted to say that…I remember." Ikuto began to take deep breaths, gasping as he swayed just a bit to the side. His face was even paler than before, and he could barely keep himself up-right.

I held onto his shoulders, holding them tight and in place.

"Ikuto, tell me what's wrong! Did you run too much? Is that why-?" He shook his head, letting it fall down like a heavy weight. I was finally able to see the damage done. There was an opening in his head, and blood was beginning to leak out.

"Oh my god," I gasped, horrified as I realized his condition. He was killing himself by doing nothing! If I didn't do something now, Ikuto would be gone. "I-Ikuto! Your bleeding! We have to get back to the hospital, we have to fix this!" I shouted, my hands trembling now. I began to remove my scrub top and placed it over his head, holding it down. "We have to move now Ikuto. C'mon, I'll help you up."

I lowered my hand in order for him to get up, but instead he grabbed it and pulled me back down. I almost slipped, my legs scratching at the concrete again, before I scowled Ikuto.

"What are you doing? This is no time to play games Ikuto! We have to get you there now!"

"Amu…" Ikuto stated, with that twitch of a grin that wouldn't stay. He was beginning to resemble Yoru more and more. I was starting to cry again, too. Why wouldn't he listen to me? Why didn't he just do what I said?

"Ikuto, PLEASE!" I begged, grabbing his hand and pleading for him to get up and move to the hospital. I felt like the seconds we wasted was more time that Ikuto was dying. The further he was getting to me. It wasn't fair for him to not care. It was the worst time to be so reckless.

"Amu…" He coughed again, before tumbling into my lap. I adjusted him so his head laid on my knees and I kept the shirt against his skull. Already, I could feel it seeping through. Ikuto simply smiled at me.

"Ikuto…why won't you listen to me? Why don't you ever care about yourself? You don't understand at all! Your not hurting yourself more than you'd be hurting me!" I screamed, my tears slipping and falling onto his cheeks. Ikuto seemed to listen, grasping to his pants of air.

"Amu…look at me," Ikuto explained, gently touching my cheek again with a hand. I did, and he didn't seem to measure my sadness.

"Don't you see what's happening? I remember you Amu. I'm just so happy that I remember you." He spoke in the lightest of voices, making my tears drop harder. He was happy he was remembering and dying?

"So why can't you go then?" I swallowed, moving the thick lump down my throat. "If you want to remember more, why not get yourself help?" I demanded, my tears continuing to the point where I had to wipe my eyes in order to see his face below me. He was already fading away from my view, and the more I cried the more real it felt...but I couldn't stop them from flowing.

"Amu...If I were to get help right now, then I would no longer remember you. Don't you see? I'm doing this for you."

"Your doing wrong!" I yelled, angry and terrified and sad all at once. "If you cared enough, you wouldn't be leaving me! You would try everything in your power to stay with me!" I shouted, my hand shaking so much I could hardly keep the shirt in place. My hand was dripping red. I held his head a little higher, in order to keep the blood from flowing even more.

"I'd rather die remembering you than live forgetting who you are."

I froze, my lips trembling, before his eyes began to roll to the back of his head and all that appeared was white. NO, he was NOT going to leave me here. Not now.

"Ikuto! Ikuto, don't you dare close your eyes! Ikuto, look at me right now! Ikuto, Ikuto!" Ikuto seemed to chuckle, still not able to see and sighed.

"Amu…I'd never leave you…" Ikuto breathed and placed something in my hand. It was the key. Ikuto had given me his most prized possession. I shook in sorrow and sadness and ache at the words, the timing, the realization. I closed my eyes to scream.

"You're wrong Ikuto! You are leaving me! You can't do this to me, you can't! Don't go Ikuto! Don't do this to me! Please don't do this to me…" Somewhere along my yells and pleads I collapsed over him and broke into a fit of tears.

He lied to me, he was lying! Ikuto was leaving me. No matter what he said, what he promised, he was leaving me right now! He lied to me, and it was a heart ache rough enough to make me screech in my own pain.

Arms began pulling and pushing me away from Ikuto and I started to believe he was being taken to heaven and out of my reach. I screamed and hollered at them, punching and pushing my way through. No one was taking him away from me. No one.

"Amu, Amu! Listen to me!" Nadeshiko shouted, momentarily beating me out of my own world. The hands wound around me loosened as I stared through blurry eyes at her.

"Nadeshi-"

"Amu, there isn't any time. We have to get Ikuto out now or else he'll die. He's lost way too much blood at this point." She sighed and began her own silent prayer. "If only a miracle," she whispered, looking up into the gray sky.

The team of workers moved quickly, pulling out a stretcher and lifting Ikuto onto it. Someone was already working on pumping air into his mouth with a clear pump, and within seconds to men pushed him into the ambulance.

The doors closed and I felt a wave of panic. The last time I would see Ikuto? Ever again? I clutched the key in my hand and looked above me, trying to clear my cries.

The sky seemed to agree with my answer, and it too began to pour.

Shelly: Um…. Wow.

Amu: That was very intense Shelly.

Ikuto: Maybe even too deep for me.

Shelly: I felt myself tearing up at moments…don't know if this is cry worthy yet. Let's hope so.

Ikuto: You make your stories way to sad…

Shelly: Ikuto! *Hugs.

Amu: It's a story Shelly. Don't….Don't give him the sat…satis… IKUTO! *Hugs him as well.

Ikuto: I could get used to this. *Smirks.

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