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Amu's Disappearance After the "Divorce"
"Everyone heading to Tokyo, head for Gate 18. Boarding will take place in five minutes." The airport's intercom announced in a booming voice. Among the shifting crowds, a certain pink-haired woman shuffled to the gate with a backpack containing all her sparse possessions.
"Amu, don't take another step." The voice, with whom she had fallen in love, splintered her resolve to leave. She turned her body and allowed her amber orbs to take in her husband. From his violinist's calloused fingertips to the ends of his soft blue curls, every aspect of his glorious body sent shivers down her spine.
"You divorce me without my consent and leave me with only one note." Her dear beloved husband echoed the despairing events of the day, as if that would pull an explanation from her. His eyes glazed with clashing emotions didn't hide any of his bitterness.
"A-And?" Her voice croaked under the weighing pressure. Her cool composure was broken, and the anger at herself spread along her scowl.
"And." He responded, not allowing her to see the tragic devastation her letter induced.
"It's not like our love was real. Sure, the marriage might have been real and legal. Real marriage, fake love, wasn't it?" Amu looked at him with eyes void of emotion. He wanted the Amu who felt everything, not this one. This wasn't his Amu, but what if his Amu was a façade from the get-go?
"Is that what you thought this whole time?" Ikuto hurtled a venom-injected question. She could hear it, and a surge of anger entered her system at the thought that he was mocking her.
"Don't act like you didn't tell your fair share of lies. I don't want to have a family with a man who lives another life behind my back, and I don't want to have a life with a man who doesn't love me. Don't worry though." Her eyes dropped from his gaze. "I-I never loved you anyway. It was pure…" She bit back the mute, shrill scream within her. "Just physical. Simple as that."
"Man, do I know how to pick them." The heir to Easter groaned, slapping his forehead. "'You're more than worth it'—that remark I made the first time I met you was the one and only lie I ever told you. Truth is you're not worth a single grain of my time. I don't need you."
Present (5 years later)
In her cold sweat, the pink haired woman jolted to a waking start. Her arms wrapped around herself to give her some comfort. She'd remembered the desperate desire, pitted in her stomach, to run and call after him; and following that disquieting emotion, a feeling of futility ravaged at her heart. Although she had Ikuto now, what was stopping him from finding a mistress? What was binding his heart to hers solely?
"How are you feeling, Tsukiyomi-san?" The doctor's question earned a hollowed laughter from her hoarse throat. She had never gotten used to her latest surname Tsukiyomi. The surname was a daunting bar, or standard, that she'd never reach. To Amu, she was never worth being Ikuto's wife.
"Where am I?" She asked, thankful that the doctor dismissed her hysterical laughter.
"You are in Hawaii, waiting for your husband to arrive from work in China. Since you suddenly collapsed, your maid Haruka brought you here. Don't worry your husband will be arriving soon, no later than an hour." The man in a white coat spoke in a monotone voice dulled by the ages of time and experience. His hair resembled salt and pepper, and his eyes were almost as dark as a bird's beady eyes.
"May I go back home?" This amber-eyed wife didn't want to spend another minute in a hospital. The hospital always reminded her of death and of her expecting baby.
"I suggest for you to stay a night for caution. You are four months pregnant, which I assume is already common knowledge to you," He stated, flipping through his clipboard.
"Have you told my husband of the details?" Her voice slowed with the dread and grief similar to a dying patient.
"Yes, he seemed rather shocked by it, though. Whether you had an affair with another man or not is none of my business; hence I will not ask questions. Rest well." With that, the doctor left the paling patient appalled at what the doctor assumed. Obviously, Amu was offended by his accusation; but she couldn't blame him. Every wife would happily run to her husband with the great news, but Amu wasn't every wife.
"Mom," A five-year-old boy with shaggy blue hair addressed his mother at the foot of her bed, "Are you and Dad fighting again?"
"No, it's not that. Come here, my little kitty cat." His mother cooed her child over to her.
"Don't call me that, Mom. I am a man now." His matching honey eyes rolled as his impish grin took its place.
"As a man, may I have your word that no matter what happens between your parents, you'll always stay strong and remain yourself?" Taking his small hand in hers, she coaxed him into her submission, in the same way all mothers knew.
"Men are already strong and true to themselves. I don't need to give you my word for that to remain a fact," Her son said haughtily, proud of his newfound manliness.
"When did you get to be such a cheeky kid, Yoru-kun?" Amu scolded, pinching his cheek as reproof.
"I'm not cheeky. I just know facts." Yoru stuck out his tongue—a habit he learned from his mother.
"How can a 'kitty cat' know the difference between fact and theory?" Her son's father chuckled, ruffling the head of the child who breathed out an exasperated sigh. Amu found it in herself to smile for her two boys; nonetheless, she couldn't fake truth in her smile.
"Mom, look what you've gotten the old man yapping about. I'm going to find Miki. She'll understand me." He stormed out of the room, leaving the two awkward adults behind. A deep scowl was engraved onto his child-like features.
"I'll go after Yoru." Amu attempted to escape from her husband, but Ikuto wouldn't be who he was, if he let his soul mate go like that.
"Four months? Four months, Amu. I thought we stopped running around like headless chickens two years ago." His anxious wife could see the anger set into his jaw and the frustration in his shoulders. She wanted to massage the tension away, but she wasn't sure if she was worthy of that.
"…" She didn't know what to say to ease his worries, when she had plenty of her own.
"God, Amu, are you just going to sit there and stay silent? I thought you were avoiding me these past few months because I forgot about our anniversary, but this…" He let his words set in and take hold of her. "This shouldn't be something you hide from your own husband. Are you going to run away from me again, just like in my nightmares? I won't let you." Ikuto's arms anchored themselves onto either side of her, leaving her no space to herself. Amu couldn't stop the flutter of her heart at their close distance. Although she could see the immense rage behind the surface of his blue, blue eyes, she felt glad about it.
"Nightmares?" Hope weaseled its way into Amu's heart once again. Was he dreaming nightmares every time they weren't together? There were nights where she dreamed of either the past or the possible future of his leaving her for a better woman.
"Yes, I have nightmares of your running off into the night. I dream of the days I'd suffer without you. Do you see how your presence in my life makes me vulnerable? Will that make you stay for me out of at least pity?" He seethed through his clenched teeth. As a man, it was hard to speak your weaknesses and insecurities to a person.
"I just can't get over that incident five years ago. The idea of your having an affair crippled me years back, but right now, I don't know what I'd do if you left me for someone else." She whispered into her hands, not being able to look at him. Looking at him would break her down, and if he left her, that's not how she'd like to be taken down.
"You couldn't believe me," He spoke similar to a boy experiencing his first betrayal.
"What?" Amu couldn't hold back her shocked expression. She never thought about it that way.
"You couldn't believe me then, and you still can't believe me now. What will it take for you to believe that I won't leave you? What will it take for you to believe my loyalty? Do not leave me, again, A-Amu." His voice cracked slightly. His arms wrapped around her waist, and his head buried itself into the lap. He breathed her in… Strawberry.
"I do have faith in you, Ikuto." She reassured him, petting his hair.
"Not enough faith for a man like me." He murmured against her leg.
"That's because you're a greedy old man," She whispered against the twenty-eight year old man's ear, giggling.
"Too bad you're married to this man." Ikuto remarked with a smirk, taking this chance. His lips met hers so suddenly Amu almost fell back. Her gentle, pink lips answered to his demanding lips, probably bruising them in the process.
"C'mon, now, Kids, kissing isn't on your itinerary today," The purple haired man named Yoru scolded the two blue haired children ogling at the scene through the door. Miki and the smaller Yoru looked inquisitively past the hand Yoru placed in front of their eyes.
"I don't find the beauty behind the strange adult practice of eating each other's faces." Miki stuck out her tongue in disgust. Her blue beret shaded over her eyes every now and then.
"Well, you're supposed to be a perceptive artist, Miki," The smaller Yoru teased.
"Then, why don't we try it out?" The blue-eyed child asked naively. Her father wouldn't be having it, though.
"Now, Miki, there are no sucking of faces in this hospital," The older Yoru admonished her, pushing her away from Yoru.
"Now, Kitty Cat, if you don't eat Miki's lips, how can you call yourself a man if you can't fulfill a woman's wishes?" A taller figure with blue tresses chuckled, with his wife tucked under his arm. A few giggles escaped her smile.
"Ikuto, don't teach the children, especially my child, perverted stuff like that." Yoru's uncle's hands sealed Miki's ears from Ikuto's suggestion.
"Well, Miki, let's go have breakfast together. I'm starving. I hope your lips will be enough to satiate my stomach." The young child rubbed his stomach in a slow, famished manner.
"I'll try, but I doubt I could satiate your insanely large appetite." Miki replied, terrifying Yoru all the more.
"Amu, how does that perverted kid have any traits of yours other than your honey golden eyes?" Yoru whined, holding his child in a protective hug.
"Well, Yoru, you'd better be ready for another one. They tell me this one's going to be a girl," Amu informed him with a glee of satisfaction.
Not very sure, if you'll like it; but if you don't, pretend this isn't part of the story. Thanks for reading.