Amu's P.O.V.

The blinding morning light made Amu wish her father had been smart enough to fix the blinds in the house. But no. He wasn't ever that considerate unless it came to a certain annoying pig tailed nuisance. With a grunt the pinkette rose to her feet stretching.

With a faint coolness around her body Amu remembered the condition her body had been in when she'd fallen asleep. She'd been too angry at her father to remember to put on any clothes. She'd also spent hours in let herself air dry in the bathroom after spending half the day letting the water run. Luckily that idiot 'fiance' of hers had been stupid enough to listen to her request for him to stay away from her.

Well to stay away from Akira, whatever though right? As long as he stayed away. All she had to do was sneak into the kitchen for a few loads of food then return to her room and not have to leave as she waited out the six months.

Six months.

"Oh hell no!" Amu slammed face first into one of her pillows letting out a muffled scream. "Six months with only that sick, idiotic pervert. It's official, my dad is trying to get me to commit suicide." She turned so one cheek faced the ceiling. A sadness dulling her eyes. "No, he's not trying to do that. Last time I tried he chewed me out for bringing negative attention to the family."

Closing her eyes she sucked in air until her lungs filled before blowing it all out and getting to her feet. She walked to the closet she'd chosen opening it. She'd expected to find at least one pair of clothes that would fit her, instead she found over sized shirts, pants and woman's outfits. Skirts, dresses, tang tops, peasant blouses.

"He must've thought I'd dress the way he wanted me to." Amu scoffed. She pulled one of the over-sized tees and a pair of pants from the closet yanking them over her head. She'd have to run back to the bathroom for some bandages and if, on the off chance, she ran into the pervert, she'd rather do the best she could to protect the truth from being slammed into his eyes.

Walking to the door, she stuck her head out looking from side to side. She entered the hall moving slowly towards the bathroom door. Then once she reached it she hurried it shutting it before clicking the lock with a sigh of release. She didn't have a very large chest seeing out she didn't eat much but she had enough of one to let someone know for certain she was a girl.

Amu opened the cabinets smiling as she found a large stack of ace bandages. Not enough to last the six months but she'd just have to be extra when she used them. She'd have to ration.

Yanking her shirt away she pried open one of the boxes wrapping herself carefully being sure not to wrap too tightly. She didn't want to make a mistake.

Once Amu finished she pulled her shirt back over her head, unlocked the door, then began making her way towards the kitchen. Through the hall, right, down the steps, left, then straight.

Of course. The one time she wanted something, he was there too.

Annoyed she turned to leave but the floor decided to announce her entrance and in less then a second Ikuto saw her. He held a glass of milk as he leaned against the island.

"Hungry?" He smirked

"I came to get my food for the time I have to be here." Amu made sure to speak from her chest, deepening her voice so that she sounded more believable. Grabbing a trash bag from under the counter Amu snatched some boxes from the cabinets, a few water bottles, and some seasonings.

"That's all you're eating? Or are you planning to come back to see me?"

"Who would want to see your ugly face?" Amu scoffed rolling her eyes as she shouldered the bag. Not as easy as it should've been. "And unlike you, I don't stuff myself. I only eat what I need."

"So that's why you look so weak?" Ikuto raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not weak." Snorted Amu beginning her struggle back to her room.

"You say while you have issues with what looks like twenty pounds."

"I eat enough." Amu snapped.

"Clearly." Ikuto chuckled he put down his glass walking over to Amu. Without warning he touched his hand to her waist. Unable to physically retaliate Amu laughed mockingly.

"Are you gay or something? Touching another guys waist?" Truthfully she had nothing against gays in fact she had a best friend who was gay. She supported fully. But in the heat of the moment her mind had turned into a jerk.

Ikuto seemed to ignore her statement as he grabbed her wrist. "You're anorexic."

Amu yanked her wrist away. A mistake. The weight of the bag jerked her back landing her on her butt. "What I am is none of your business." She glared at him standing up as she grabbed her bag. "I asked for one thing, privacy. So give me that at least."

Her shirt collar was yanked and she came face to face with an annoyed male. "If someone offers you a hand you should accept it, especially since I could careless whether your sorry ass lives or dies."

Amu struggled trying to keep him from looking down. Her shirt was over sized and the bandages were shades darker then her pale skin. "Let me go!" Her hand slapped his away and she stumbled back as he released her. "I don't need anyone's help! I'm fine on my own! And I especially don't need help from a sick bastard like you."

She picked up her bag once more storming out of the room. She raced up the steps not slowing until she'd made it back to her room. Once she shut the door she pressed her back to it sliding down. She panted from over working her weak body, yes weak. She wouldn't admit it out loud though.

"That was close, too close." Amu gripped the front of her shirt over her chest. "It might not be next time."

Ikuto's P.O.V.

Akira raced away his footsteps pounding.

"Ass." Ikuto muttered rubbing his head. "People complain that I'm selfish, when I try to help I get slapped for it. Yeah, great."

Ikuto looked at his right hand. Why had Akira been so frantic for Ikuto to let him go? Looking back to the steps Ikuto frowned his eyebrows slanting down. What was the kid hiding? Was he a cutter?

"Wait, why do I care?" Ikuto nearly screamed. "It's not like I even know anything about him. He's nothing. Not important. On top of that I get the feeling he has something to do with the reason I can't go out with any of my girls."

Speaking of which, why was Ikuto stuck in the middle of nowhere with some random person. A person who happened to be completely unsociable, and don't even mention the mix up in genders. If anything his father could've been considerate enough to leave a woman, preferably a big boobed blonde.

Life must've hated Ikuto.

He'd chew his dad out when he got back. In... six months.

"Okay hell no." Ikuto groaned slamming his head into the counter. "But, I guess so I don't lose my mind." He smirked. "It'd be fun to see what that little shitter is hiding."