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The Missing Pieces
Three
Amu rolled her eyes as she approached Ikuto's car. Fame had not made him humble. He'd been given a contract 3 years ago to play violin, and was considered the best player of the generation. Which made sense; he was more famous for his looks than his playing. And most of his critiques were female.
But his car could rival to his looks. Amu had been given the complete run down about it during the school year when Amu's car was totaled and Ikuto had driven her.
It was a dark navy blue (Of course, it is Ikuto's) 2009 CTS Cadillac. He had gone into detail about it, but Amu hadn't understood a word he said. Until he got to the 17-mpg in the city.
Honestly. The economy is shit. The world is falling apart. People are losing their houses and can't afford food. BABIES IN AFRICA ARE FREAKIN DYING EVERY DAY! And he buys a car that chugs gas like that?
Damn celebrities.
She stepped in and fell into a black leather seat, not even looking over at the boy who was smirking at her.
After a few seconds she caved. "What?"
His smirk grew. "That took you a while, Amu."
Well, she had to change some of her clothing. His fault. "I needed to find some money, cat. Now drive." She crossed her arms and looked out the window. She heard a chuckled as he started the car, starting the loud bass pumping of his rock music as well.
'Ohhhh, oh. Ohhhh. Get your hands, off the girl, can't you see that she belongs to m-'
The girl heard Ikuto's whispered sing along. He'd been giving her rides to random places since junior year, and it seemed like this was the only song he ever listened to. Ever.
Amu's POV.
I tapped my fingers to the beat next to the window clicker thing. It wasn't a bad song, and Weezer was a nice band and all, but I'd listened to this every time I've been in this car.
"Ikuto, don't you have any other songs?" I asked. Maybe some rap or something less.. Depressing
I could see his smirk. He kept one hand on the wheel as he grabbed his iPod, scrolling down on it. He pressed the center button, then turned his attention back on the road. His hair nearly completely covered his face from me, but I could still see the tip of his nose and his lips; that were still curved into a smirk. I rolled my eyes and looked out straight. What movie are we going to see anyway? I don't remember wanting to see one..
Normal POV.
Suddenly a jazzy, R&B tune hit her ears. She couldn't make out the instrument, but she guessed it was a guitar or something. The sound was up so loud she couldn't make out the words at first, but her seat was shaking to the beat. Amu looked over at Ikuto who was smiling so big his teeth were out. She narrowed her eyes and strained to hear the music. Finally she guessed what was the chorus came on.
'How does it feel? How does it feel? Said I wanna know, how does it feel?'
Red slowly crept into her cheeks. What exactly was thing song about? She turned away from Ikuto to hide her face as she tried to make out more of the song.
'Feelin' right on, if you feel the same way, baby, let me know right away.
I'd love to make you wet, in between your thighs cau-'
"IKUTO!" Amu screamed, covering her ears. "CHANGE THE SONG!" She looked over at him, grabbing for the iPod. He kept his eyes on the road, but the smile never left his face.
She quickly found a new song, one of Ikuto on his violin, and then sat back and closed her eyes. His songs always made her feel so relaxed; she loved them. Amu believed that even though most of the time Ikuto was a jerk off, and acted like a bitch to Tadase (and everyone else) a lot..... And always teased her to the point it was just plain mean... Deep down he was crying out for someone to understand him. No one could write and play such sad, soulful music otherwise. So Amu always tried to decode his music, tried to figure him out.
It never worked. But it was worth trying.
Amu felt hot breath tickling her ear, and something was pressed to the other side of her face. She groaned a little, trying to move her head to the other side. But the thing on her face held her in place, and she heard a chuckle.
Oh, did she know that sound.
"Good morning, sunshine." Someone whispered huskily into her ear. Something hot brushed against her ear lobe. The thing on her opposite cheek pressed her face into where the voice was coming from. All the while, Amu couldn't stop thinking about how good Ikuto smelled..
She felt his lips right at the base of her ear. "We're here." His thumb ran down her cheek, and the fingers in her hair slowly clenched.
Amu pulled away out of instinct, opening her eyes and finding Ikuto leaning in her open door. His hands were already back in his pockets, and his dark navy blue hair cascaded across his face. "We're going to be late, kid."
He turned on his heel and walked away, Amu grumbling as she stepped out of his car and followed him.
Ikuto's POV.
I can't take this anymore. She's old enough. I can't wait much longer! I was sitting next to her in the back corner. Somehow, I'd managed to get back her back here and sit without her noticing anything. She was in the corner seat, and me?
I was blocking everyone's view of her. She was so cute when she was asleep..
I watched her from the corner of my eye. She was stuffing her face with popcorn, intently gazing at He's Just Not That Into You. Personally, I didn't see what was so great about this movie.. It must be a chick thing.
But what I did know was that it was two hours long.
I casually put my arm on our shared arm rest. I'd been waiting 6 damn years for her. Five years and 11 months too long. Only problem was, she didn't even get close to letting me near her. I'd been depressed about Yoru for a long time, but I eventually came to terms with it. But Amu?
She was getting worse as the years passed.
I rested my head on my hand, letting my hair fall down towards her. I knew her well enough to know that she'd absentmindedly start playing with it like she always did.
I left it there for a minute. Three... Two... One... Hooked.
I smirked as I felt the soft tug. She was twisting a strand of it across her fingers. She has no idea how much that turns me on, though...
I turned towards her, smirking. The movement startled her enough to make her turn to me, eyebrow up questioningly. She mouthed "What?".
I moved my lips randomly. I didn't actually have anything to say. Her golden eyes looked dark in the light, and her bottom lip was casting shadows beneath it that made them look seductive.
Her eyebrows came together as she tried to decipher what I'd mouthed. Which was futile, because I hadn't said anything.. She mouthed "What?" again.
She was such an easy target... I leaned in, watching her face go pink as I got closer. I went to the side the screen was on, so I could hide her even more. I pressed my lips into her ear as I spoke.
"You're cute, Amu." I whispered as softly as I could. I didn't want anyone around to hear.
I heard her sigh is agitation. "I'm trying to watch the movie you paid for. Get away." Her hands found my chest and pushed. I couldn't hold back the chuckle at her girly strength. The hand that had been supporting my head cupped her cheek. Might as well go for it.
"Well, Amu, I'm telling you to stop watching the movie." I couldn't take it. I could feel her shaky breathing on my neck. And her hair smelled deliciously of strawberries, still. And I was close enough now that her tip of her chest was hitting mine.
My free hand reached out and grabbed her thigh.
Normal POV.
Amu found her face being pushed into his crook of his neck. She felt his hot hand near her knee, and growled. Was he trying to take advantage of her?
"Get off, Ikuto." She spat out, hushed. She grabbed his wrist, but his fingertips were sliding slowly up her thigh. Her breath caught in her throat and she made no attempt to pull his hand away. She felt him smirk onto her ear.
"Stop me then." His hand went up another inch. Amu's heart was pounding in her chest. What she didn't understand was why her body was reacting like this when she had long ago gotten over the older boy. They hadn't even kissed before, and his hand was going up her thigh?!
"Go on, Amu," He purred out her name, pressing his lips onto the top of her neck and kissing it quickly. "Tell me to stop." He pushed his hand up to the hem of her shorts. Amu felt her legs break out in goose bumps, and the weird feeling in her stomach plunged itself between her thighs. She bucked her hips involuntarily into his hand. She heard his breath catch, which made her lightly moan.
She pushed his hand under her shorts. Why?
Because she was too turned on right now to think. Ikuto caught his breath after the surprise, leaving his hand just under her clothing as he planted kisses across her neck, up her jawline, across her chin and stopped before her lips. He was aware they had never kissed. But that was because before, it had been against the law.
But now she was all his, and she was staring at him with those golden eyes, half lidded with lust; but shining with uncertainty and fear.
Was she scared of him? His fingertips found the lining of her panties, as his lips came closer to hers.
Amu's POV.
So close, so close, SO CLOSE! He was affecting me so much by doing so little!
I was watching his lips as they came closer. I couldn't see his eyes, they were shielded by his hair. It was so hard concentrating on anything but his hand that was resting right outside of what was setting my body on fire!
A bright light hit me, and I had to shield my eyes. I heard Ikuto growl under his breath.
"Excuse me, but I'm going to have to ask you two to leave." I looked up at the voice, and saw an employee with a flashlight. I went bright red as I pushed Ikuto's hand out of my shorts.
"We weren't doing anything, honest!" I stood up. I felt Ikuto's hands on my hips as I walked in front of him to leave, but my reflexes weren't fast enough to stop him from pulling me onto his lap.
"Only thanks to your interruption." Ikuto growled, resting his chin on my shoulder as he glared at the man in the uniform.
"Please leave, now." The man ushered us out of the theater, and as I passed other viewers in it they all chuckled. Damn them.
We walked outside, Ikuto smiling devilishly at me all the while. "What?" I managed to spit out as we stepped into his car. I was quite mad he got us kicked out. It was actually a good movie..
Normal POV.
"You liked it." He chuckled, turning the keys and starting the car.
"Did not." Really, she didn't.
"Liar."
"Pervert!"
"You're the one who liked it."
"DID NOT!"
"Don't lie."
"I'm not!" Was she?
"Then why-"
"Okay, this is a stupid conversation. I'm going to pretend what happened in there never happened, and you're never going to talk about it again. Okay? Okay." Amu sighed agitatedly and looked out the window again. "Where are you taking me, weirdo?"
"Dinner. Its nearly 6:30." He stopped in a long line of traffic behind a red light. He ran his hand through his hair. "Are you not hungry?"
Amu was taken aback by this. Ikuto, actually being sincerely nice? Had hell frozen over? She didn't see any flying pigs..
"Yes, I am. Thanks." She looked at him from the corner of her eye. His 23 year old body looked almost the same as it had when he was 17. Almost. She didn't fail to notice the muscle he'd finally managed to gain.
"Of course, there was no need for me to ask. You're always hungry." He murmured, tapping his hand on the steering wheel waiting for the traffic to move. Amu's eye twitched.
"Are you calling me fat?" She turned to face him.
"Possibly." He smirked at her.
Amu spent the rest of the ride ignoring everything the boy said to her.
Ummmm...
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For the song in there, go here- http: //www . youtube . com/watch?v=7ULZuCK_fgo . Its actually a really good song. And the video.. YUM. Take the spaces out lol. Its not the original version, like the one I have in this story, but its the video version. Just go ;)