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AN: This chapter is going to be short, but it's important part of the story.

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~Love Stories~

oOA Reason to FightOo

Hinamori Tsumugu sat on a comfortable armchair in his house by the fire, reading his daily newspaper. He looked up and his gold eyes caught the image of his late daughter. Tsumugu sighed and rubbed his eyes.

-Flashback-

Tsumugu walked into the sitting room, where a soft voice could be heard.

Mamoritai mamorareteru
Aenai toki mo zutto
Ichibyou zutsu watashitachi wa tsuyoku nareru kara...

(AN: This is from White Wishes by BoA)

He turned the corner and found his daughter, Amu, singing as she lit the incense sticks by the photo of her deceased mother.

"Good morning, Papa!" A considerably younger Amu greeted Tsumugu when she saw him.

Tsumugu only smiled and gave his daughter a kiss on her forehead. "Good morning, my dear."

"Well, your tea is right next to your newspaper," Amu rattle off as she went about straightening the room, "I'm leaving for school early today, so I've already made breakfast and al you need to do is heat it up. I've also sent out your clothes to be washed and ironed...and it's also my birthday today, so you can wish me if you'd like." She glanced back at her father to see him freeze in his reading.

(AN: You know, Tsumugu reminds me of MY father at the moment...forgetting my birthday and all...)

Tsumugu groaned and leaned back in his chair, letting the newspaper drop into his lap. "I've forgotten again," he looked to his seventeen-year-old daughter, "come here." He gestured for her to come to him.

Amu smiled and placed the cloth she was using down as she walked to her father and settled herself at his feet.

"This may not be enough to make up for my forgetfulness and for bring the worst father in the world," Tsumugu smiled at Amu as she held her hands in his, "but I hope that all your dreams come true." He kissed her once again on her forehead and caressed her cheek.

"I love you, Papa," Am smiled, "And you are the best father in the world. Not the worst." She nuzzled his hand.

-Flash-

Amu posed in front of the mirror dressed in her mother's wedding ensemble.

Some~Love~Stories~Live~Forever

The dress was the traditional white colour. It had a sweetheart neckline with two lacey straps going over her shoulders. The bodice was simple with bead and crystal designing, it had fabric crossing over from the right securing at her left hip while another crossed over that and secured at her left hip. The skirt was simple with a miniscule train.

Her hair was pulled into a waterfall bun and the veil was attached to a small flower hairband. She wore a pair of heeled sandals to complete the look.

Some~Love~Stories~Live~Forever

"Hmm," Amu bit her lip, looking at her reflection before turning o her mother's portrait, "pretty, but definitely not as beautiful as Mama."

"I will be the judge of that," came a deep voice.

Amu turned around, gasping at the sight of her clearly amused father. "When did you come home, Papa? I was just—" she took off the veil, but was stopped by her father.

"Let me see that," Tsumugu smiled, taking the veil of her hands and reapplying it to her hair. "My, my, I think my daughter has become even more beautiful than her mother."

Amu could only blush as she stepped out of the shoes and took the veil off once again.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Going over to it and pressing a button, Amu greeted the person on the other end. "I'm sorry, but I'm busy right now. I'll talk to you later." And with that, she ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed.

"Who was that?" Tsumugu asked.

"Just a friend," Amu replied as she took a hold of her father's shoulders and began pushing him out of her room. "Now, let me get changed and I'll make you a nice cup of coffee."

-Flash-

Tsumugu sat reading a book by the fire in his arm chair. He was so engrossed that he never saw his daughter approaching him.

"Papa?" Amu called out hesitantly.

"Amu?" the bronze-haired man said, surprised. "What's the matter?" he asked, seeing the nervous expression his daughter bore on her face.

"Papa, I came to apologize for something," Amu said, coming to sit at her father's feet.

"Apologize?" Tsumugu looked at his daughter. "What for?"

"Papa, you always taught me never to lie," the pink-haired girl said, "but that day when you were in my room and the phone rang, and I said that it was just a friend. I lied." She bit her lip. "It wasn't just a friend."

"Who was it?" he asked gently.

"It was a boy," Amu said quietly, watching her father's face become blank. " boy that I've known for a long time now and has become so much more than just a friend to me. A boy that loves me just as much as I love him. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was afraid of what you would say. Because you always say that love leads to nothing but pain."

Her eyes softened as she spoke of the boy she loved, never noticing the hardening of her father's. "But I don't know what it was about him. When you meet him, you'll see just how different, how sweet and how true he is."

She looked up at her father, a little frightened. "You hoped that all of my dreams would come true, and he is my only dream. He is all that I wa—"

"What is his name?" Tsumugu quietly cut in.

"I-Ikuto," Amu stuttered, "Tsukiyomi Ikuto."

"What does he do?" he inquired.

Amu hesitated at this, but answered her father. "He's a student at Katashi."

This answer didn't seem to please her father as his face was wiped of all emotion. He rose from his chair, placing the novel on a small table beside it before striding out of the sitting room.

"Papa, I love him!"Amu yelled after him. "I love him, Papa!" Tears cascaded down ivory cheeks as she collapsed against the chair and wept into her arms.

-Flash-

Amu sat in her room, sketching out a new painting, when she heard footsteps stops next to her. She looked up to see her father standing beside her with a blank expression.

"I've come to tell you that Tsukiyomi Ikuto has been expelled from Katashi," Tsumugu reported, not seeing the thunderstruck look his daughter was sending him, "I didn't meet him, nor do I ever hope to. I've sent him far away from here and I would like you to forget about him. I know you will think my decision is cruel and wrong, but this is the best thing for your future."

He looked down at his daughter to see her looking back at her painting, a tear falling from her gold eyes.

-Flash-

Tsumugu heard singing coming from the sitting room and knew that it was his daughter singing.

Lacrimosa tooku
Kudatete kieta
Mabushii sekai wo
Mou ichido aishitai

Hitomi no naka ni
Yume wo kakushite
Yogoreta kokoro ni
Ochite kuru made

(AN: This is Lacrimosa from Black Butler season 1. I needed a small part of a song, and this just popped into my head.)

Amu looked up at her father and greeted him with a smile. "Good morning, Papa." She picked up a set of matches and lit the incense sticks by her mother's photo and placed closed her eyes with her hands placed together.

"Your tea is ready," Amu said, as she cleaned the small shrine they'd made for her deceased mother, "but your newspaper hasn't arrive yet. It's Sunday, so I think he might be running late today. Oh, and since I'm home today, you can tell me what you want for bre—"

Tsumugu stopped his daughter with a hand on her cheek. "Are you all right?" he asked, concerned at her slightly subdued behavior.

Amu only smiled softly at her father. "I'm fine, Papa," she said. "I'm absolutely fine."

-Flash-

"Okay, that's enough for tonight," Amu scolded her father, taking the novel out of his hands. "It's time for you to go to sleep and besides, you need to get up early."

She placed the novel on his nightstand and just as she was about to shut of his lamp, Tsumugu's hand stopped hers.

"Do you know that you the world's most wonderful daughter?" The bronze-haired man told the pink-haired girl. "Are you happy?"

"Are you, Papa?" Amu asked instead, trying to muster a smile.

"Very much," Tsumugu answered.

"Then, I'm happy, too," Amu told her father before kissing his cheek and turning off his lamp. "Goodnight, Papa."

-Flash-

Tsumugu walked into his daughter's room when he saw the door open and multiple candles lit inside. Thinking the worst, he looked around the room, seeing her belongings strewn about everywhere and anywhere. He quickly scanned the room for an sign of his daughter, only to find her standing on the balcony, to close to the edge for his comfort.

"Amu?" he called, slowly attempting to make his way to the pink-haired girl without spooking her. "What are you doing up there? Please, come over here."

"I'm sorry, Papa. I tried to forget him like you asked," Amu turned around, revealing her tearstained face. "I tried to stop loving him, but I just couldn't. I love you very much, Papa, and I could never hurt you...but I love him too and I can't live without him. I hope that one day you will see just how beautiful love truly is, even if it does come with a little pain." More tears began falling out of those gold orbs. "I'm sorry, Papa. I'm sorry."

And with that, she fell over the edge.

-End Flashback-

"Amu!" Tsumugu called out, his voice echoing through the large, empty house.

-Katashi Gazebo-

Ikuto made his way to his 'classroom', violin in hand, only to stop, when he spotted the headmaster standing a few yards away from him.

The headmaster stepped forward until he was only a foot away from the blue-haired man.

Ikuto could only look at the elder male with an expectant gaze.

"Ever since the day she told me about you, I've hated you," Tsumugu said to the music teacher. "I hated you so much that I never wanted to see your face, hear your voice...but here you are today, standing on my doorstep." He gestured to the gates at the front of the campus. "If I wanted, I could throw you off of the grounds and no piece of paper would be able to stop me. But I won't because I now want you to stay. You have given a fifty-five-year-old man a reason to fight to prove that what he has believed in for twenty-five years still holds true.

"You were right, Yue-san," the bronze-haired male ackowledged, "I do love challeneges. And now, you will go on to do what you will and I will be doing what I have for the last twnety-five years. Because the foundation of this school is so strong that no Yue Yoru with his violin can ever change things. Never, Yue-san. Never."

And with that, the headmaster walked off.

"You were right, Amu," Ikuto smirked. "It's not easy to win against your father. He's tough, but so are we."

AN: Well, it looks like that not only has Ikuto declared war, but Tsumgu as well...

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Ciao,

TsukyioTenshi