Sketching 'I Hate You!'
Disclaimer: I so do not own Shugo Chara! at all. Wish I did, kinda'. Don't really like the plot that much anymore, but love the characters...
(A/N: As you can see, I have changed the title so it can make a little bit more sense.)
"The little boy didn't like his little sister at all." Hana was telling the little Ikuto who was sitting in her lap as she rocked in the old and wooden chair. In her arms was a baby girl. Ikuto's eyes glared at the 'thing.' It always hogged his mother's attention, that he was barely getting any! "In fact, he hated her with a passion. As days went by, the hatred in the little boy's heart grew. And on one fateful night, his little sister got lost."
Ikuto looked up at his mother with sad eyes. "And then they lived happily ever after." he finished. Hana laughed with her head back. Her laughter filling Ikuto's heart with joy and a swell of pride. He loved his mother's laughter so much, it was like classical music to his ears.
"Who lived happily ever after?" she asked her son.
"Duh, ma. Me and you." he announced as he jumped off his mothers lap. "Me and you lived happily ever after. The little sister got lost forever."
"Didn't the older brother get worried about his little sister? Didn't he miss her?" she asked Ikuto. Ikuto shook his head ferociously, his bangs hanging over his eyes.
"Not one little bit." he answered. Hana sighed at her son's remark.
"One day, you'll change your mind."
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Ikuto was stuck looking at it's huge and yellow eyes. It's pale cheeks were really chubby that Ikuto liked to pinch them for fun. And loved it when it started to get teary eyed. The thing is, sh—it never really cried outloud.
"Why don't you cry outloud, huh?" Ikuto asked it. The 'thing'—Ikuto liked to refer 'it' to—just made stutter noises with it's lips. It's spit getting all over Ikuto's face. Sighing, he wiped all the spit away. "You're no fun at all, you know that?" he asked the thing who was laughing. "It's not funny!" Ikuto whined.
"Ga—ga!" the thing laughed. "Ikk... Ikk..." it started to slur. One of Ikuto's eye brow shot up.
"What'd ya want now?" he huffed, just about ready to leave the living room. And the thing alone.
"Ikk..." it said again.
"What's an 'Ikk?'" Ikuto asked the thing. "I don't know what an 'Ikk' is!" 'Ugh, I can't believe I'm talking to it. I should just go play my violin in room.' "Well, see ya. I don't speak 'it' language." Ikuto got up and approached the door. 'I was talking to something that didn't even speak normal English. I must be outta' my mind.'
"...to!" Blurted the thing. Ikuto's footsteps stopped themselves as he turned around slowly.
"What?" he asked. Ikuto felt his heart literally stop for a second. It was like he had no control over his body, his heart was pulling itself to the little thing. The thing smiled with it's two front teeth. It's hands clasped together happily in it's car-seat.
"Ikk....to! Ikk....to!" The thing started to laugh again as it repeated it's own words. "Ikk....to!" Ikuto ran to the things side and crouched by it.
"I-ku-to." he said slowly. "I-ku the ku. I-ku-to."
"Uuhh... Ikk....to...uuhh... Ikk....uuhh...to?"
"Ikuto."
"Ku! Ikk....ku....to?" Ikuto's ears and eyes lit up with amazement and joy. A wave of happiness rushed over him and he felt bugs eating his insides.
"Ma! Ma! Look at her! Ma! Look at Nadeshiko!" Ikuto stopped himself. Did he just say his little sister's name? Her real name? Hana rushed through the door.
"What's wrong!? Is she alright?" she cried as Hana picked Nadeshiko up from her car-seat. She bounced the baby in her arms. "Ikuto, what's wrong?" she insisted.
"Nothing's wrong ma. Look." he said, pointing at his little sister. It felt nice to actually call her that. "Ikuto."
"Ikk....ku...to! Ikk...ku...to! Ikuto." Hana's chestnut eyes widened that Ikuto was afraid they'd fall out. "Ikuto!" Hana dropped Nadeshiko. Thankfully, Ikuto saved her safely.
"Did she say a name?" she asked breathless. Ikuto only nodded his name.
"Yup! My name." With Nadeshiko in his arms, Ikuto smiled at her. When you really looked at her, she was just the cutest thin—girl in the planet. Especially when she smiled, showing her two front (and only) teeth.
"Ikuto." Nadeshiko kept saying, touching his face. Ikuto grinned as he stared at his little sister in the eyes.
He knew he'd meet death before she ever met harm.
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Ikuto's head snapped up when he heard loud crying fill the dark and empty hallway that was just beyond his door. 'What the!?' he thought as he creaked the door open widely, peeking his head through the crack. "Who's there?" asked the thirteen year-old teenager. His low voice bellowed and bounced off the walls.
"IKUTOOOO!!!" He heard Nadeshiko cry. She sounded in pain and Ikuto's heart immediately paused for a moment. What was happening to her!? Without a second thought, he rushed to her room that was next door to his own. Slamming the thing open, his eyes darted to the dark figure that looked to be climbing out the window. Glaring with passion to the intruder, Ikuto kicked him in the leg, causing the cloaked figure to wince.
Nadeshiko, who was wrapped in a blanket, suffocating, started to close her eye-lids. "Ikk....to?" she rasped. Ikuto tried to grab his sister for safety, but the older man knocked him in the head. Thus, causing Ikuto to fall backwards.
'How OLD is this guy!?' Ikuto wondered, as the punch to the side of his hurted. Ikuto could have sworn he saw stars circle around him. "Shit..." he mummered. Getting back to his feet and senses, he watched as the curtains of the open window blew slowly. There was no intruder.
There was no Nadeshiko.
Ikuto shot up in fright. Sweat stuck to his skin, making his clothes stick together. His breath was ragged and Ikuto found himself clutching Nadeshiko's hand (which was much smaller than his own). He could tell from the nightmare that his face was as pale as the moon that shone through the window.
"Ikk...to?" Nadeshiko mummered as she slowly started to open her eyes. At night, her eyes were more of a green color. "What's wrong?" she whispered. Ikuto noticed, even through the darkness of night, that she was still half asleep. And she even showed the sign of being worried about him. A sigh escaped his dry lips and he ran his long, slender fingers through his little sister's hair.
Just like ma's hair. He thought.
"Ikuto?" Nadeshiko asked again, a little more awake then a few seconds ago. And more worried.
"Nothing's wrong." Ikuto reassured his sister. "Just a dream." he confessed truthfully.
"Want to talk about the dream?" Nadeshiko asked, a little interested. Usually, Ikuto was a heavy sleeper. And at times, you would hear him sing Out Here On My Own by Naturi Naughton who was showed in the movie Fame.
"'Nah, let's just go to bed." he replied. "C'mon you." With a slight little nod, Nadeshiko's eye-lids started to close. But before hitting the mattress, he noticed that Nadeshiko was waiting. For another kiss. Ikuto couldn't believe his sister at times. "C'mon, you already had one before bed!" he complained.
"You woke me up." she countered. "Now, you owe me another kiss." Too tired to wrestle (and quickly taking notice that the longer he stayed up, the more awake he'd be before school), Ikuto lightly pressed his lips against Nadeshiko's.
I can't believe I do this. Ikuto told himself as he stayed on her lips. Sure, he felt like a pedophile. What sixteen year old kisses a ten year old little girl? It wasn't really incest though. He knew that Nadeshiko made him do this because it made her feel safe. She said that "It makes me feel safe and secure before I go to bed." Which of course, wasn't the answer. Ikuto knew that she just wanted a kiss. Probably to be experienced when she french kisses her groom on her wedding day (ever little girls' dream is to be married). That, and Nadeshiko swore one day to marry Ikuto when she grows up (which was like saying a little girl was going to marry her dad one day [A/N: Oh, the good old times when I used to say that]). Pulling away, Ikuto layed down on the mattress.
"There." he said. With a giggle, Nadeshiko snugged inbetween Ikuto and a pillow. Grumbling, he placed his hand around his sister and held her close. Secretly, afraid that if he woke up, she'd be gone.
Nadeshiko and Kukai arrived to school together, and as usual, were bickering amongst eachother loudly in the hallways.
"I told you, I am so sorry!" Kukai pleaded, almost on his knees before the brunette girl. Nadeshiko shook her head, which was a crimson color.
"I cannot believe you would tell me that! You shouldn't have looked there!" she snapped, leaving him.
"But I was suppose to get you that day!" Kukai reasoned, following Nadeshiko to her classroom. At least I'm being honest and I'm confessing my little secret. Kukai thought to himself.
None of the two of them noticed all the childrens' heads turn their way simultaneously. Questions arose in each and every boy and girls' little mind. "What are THEY doing together?" or "Are they dating?" Filled the childrens' minds. At first, Nadeshiko and Kukai have only been a tiny bit of gossip. Peers of the two have seen them in the hallway together at times. But ever since Kukai had been skipping sports, the two of them being together quite frequently had everyone wondering.
The boys held nervous grudges against Kukai. He was lucky to be around such a kind and cute beauty. If Kukai knew this, he'd reply with a; "Cute? Sure! Kind? You must NOT know Nadeshiko then. You little ditz." Some boys admired the brunette for being able to talk to her so easily. Like they had known each other for the longest time. Most boys wondered if Kukai took an interest in the beauty. He never teased any girl like that before (A/N: Usually, it's common for a little boy to tease the girl he likes, unless she's older than himself. It was like a code us females didn't know until we're older. Shame. Now, back to the story).
However, on the other hand, girls in the school found Nadeshiko quite the enemy. How dare she act friendly with Souma Kukai!? Most thought that she should date Yuiki Yoyo and/or stay the quite girl she is. Or was suppose to be, anyways. What landed on her head and made her think she was the princess for Kukai? Enviousness swirled in almost all of the girls' heart.
Hotori Tadase and Hinamori Amu on the other hand, found the two quite the charming couple. Just like the very few students who did (few being some the kids in kindergarten through third grade). Nadeshiko seemed to handle the rough Kukai fairly well. She managed at most times to keep his mouth shut. And Kukai seemed to get the best of Nadeshiko, who—before meeting Kukai—was quite the loner and quiet girl. Now she seemed to talk to a few people. Whatever the two were, they were rubbing off each others personalities. Friends, dating, or not.
Yuiki Yoyo saw the two compatible. And annoying! They NEVER shut up during Art Club. The poor boy thought to himself as he banged his head on the locker a few times. He was the only one who really knew the two. It was him who suffered day after day the constant arguing (and Nakaido who blocked the two out by being out the door for "bathroom brakes") and bickering.
The bell rang and the little children dashed off to their classrooms.
"See ya during recess Nade!" Kukai called from his classroom door (which was right next to Nadeshiko's, lucky her).
"Oh shut up..." she mumbled under her breath.
I heard that! Kukai wanted to shout, but restrained himself from doing so. Entering class, he was greeted by... Tadase. Only Tadase. What the hell? Kukai wondered to himself. Usually, everyone else greeted him too. They would at leastsmile his way. Maybe today was just going to be an off day.
"Hola Souma. ¿Cómo estás?" Tadase greeted in Spanish. Kukai replied with a nod and sat next to the blonde (who was quite beautiful for a guy).
"Hey..." Kukai whispered as the second bell rang. "Do you know why everyone's acting so different?" Kukai asked. Tadase shook his head.
"Not really. But I have an idea." He whispered back, his pink eyes sparkling. Kukai gave him a curious look. Mentally rolling his eyes at Kukai to himself, Tadase continued. "You and Nadeshiko seem to be an item."
"WHAT!?"
"Say what Nadeshiko?" Yoyo asked.
"I hate him...." Nadeshiko answered. "Plain and simple." she added. Yoyo huffed.
"Whatever. But what about our other members?" he asked worried. "We need more if we want the Art Club to stay in school."
"I don't want the Art Club." she answered shyly. "It's better if it was just destroyed anyways." That struck Yoyo's cheerful heart.
"Wh-what?" he couldn't believe his ears. Nadeshiko, who knew him better than anyone else, knew how important the club was to him. It was a second home to him. If not a second, his real home. "B-but... Nadeshiko. You know that it's important to me... I... H-home...." Tears stung the corner of Yoyo's hazel eyes. His fist clenched and Yoyo bit his bottom lip, staring at the ground. Nadeshiko stared at her friend, almost heartbroken.
Maybe... She hesitated to decide. I'm being really unfair to him. She thought.
"But Nadeshiko..." Yoyo said. He found little courage in looking Nadeshiko in the eyes. "You know that Art Club is a home to me." Nadeshiko winced at the realization in his words. She really was being to hard on him. She was just putting her needs before her own friends needs.
"Yo-chan..." she started to say. She stopped herself as she looked down at the short auburn haired kid. He was hiding his face from her. But she saw the ground that had tear drops dropped onto it. "Yoyo..." Nadeshiko whispered. She wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry. I didn't forget..."
"You know that I don't have a home..." Yoyo cried silently.
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Four year old Nadeshiko sighed again. It was her fifteenth day of school, and still she had no friends. No one gave her the chance to befriend them. No one had even showed her an act of kindness. And not a word was said to her. 'What's wrong with me?' Nadeshiko asked herself. 'Am I ugly? Face it, Nade. You're just meant to be alone.' She was alone at her corner again.
"Hi." Nadeshiko turned her head and found a short boy infront of her. He looked only two and a half feet. His hair reached his ears and his tanned skin was a little darker than most Japanese children. "I'm Yuiki Yoyo." he added. Nadeshiko looked around her. Who was he talking to? Surely not her. Nadeshiko looked over her left and right shoulders to see if there was someone around her. There was none.
"A-are you talking to me?" Nadeshiko whispered as she pointed to herself. A blush smeared over the paleness of her cheeks. Nadeshiko's heart was beating faster than normal.
"Yeah. You see, it's my first day here. I was in a really tiny accident and so, I'm late coming to school. And now I have no friends! So, I was wondering, wanna play with me?" he asked quickly. Nadeshiko looked down.
"Umm... I—I...." Nadeshiko hesitated some more. She wasn't sure, but she felt good vibes from this Yuiki Yoyo. "Sure!" Nadeshiko answered with a smile. "I'd like to!"
"Great! There's this big slide here that I wanna try!" Yoyo grabbed her hand.
"W—wait!" Nadeshiko called. "Before we play..can I ask one thing?" Yoyo nodded his head. "Why did you pick me?" she wondered towards him. She could've sworn his eyes got a little larger and his body a little tense. But soon he relaxed and smiled at her.
"I'm getting good vibes from you."
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It had been a month since the two had been friends. And Nadeshiko really liked him being close to her. She felt like she could tell him anything. And Yoyo had finally felt the same way about her.
"It's about time I told you my darkest secret." Yoyo announced. Nadeshiko stared at him.
"Y-you don't have too!" she muttered. Yoyo shook his head.
"I want to." he retorted. "You wanna know why I always come to your home rather than us going to my home, right?" Yoyo asked. Nadeshiko nodded her head, a little ashamed that she had this desire to pry into his personal business. "Well, Nade. Simply put it, I don't have a home."
"What?" Nadeshiko blurted outloud. Her frail heart instantly broke for him. A smile crawled its way to Yoyo's bitter face.
"I'm a foster child."
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"I know that." Nadeshiko answered. "I'm sorry." She felt terrible that she almost destroyed his only home. "I'll find a way to save the Art Club."
"P-promise?" Yoyo hitched.
"I pinky-promise you that."
"Bastard!" Ikuto hollered through the room to no one in particular. 'Shit! He's got Nadeshiko with him!' Shaking the stars away from his head, Ikuto ran and jumped out the window onto the tiny porch. From above, he barely saw the intruder run down the street that the thankful moon just happened to shine upon on. 'I'm gonna get him for this... Whoever he is...' Ikuto swore as he jumped down from the second floor.
Swiftly landing on his feet, Ikuto paced to the man cloaked in black.
"You little shit! Get back here!" Ikuto called. No matter what happened, he couldn't let Nadeshiko get away from him. Not when he promised his mother he'll always take care of her.
"Ikk...to!"
Ikuto's heart lurched as he saw the man approach a black BMW. "No he won't. No he won't."
Nadeshiko walked slowly to her classroom. On her way, she bumped into something. Or someone. Or, a few someones'.
"Ack!" she whimpered as she slowly fell to the floor. Her elbow scraped along the clean tiled floor. Looking up a little hazed, she saw four girls infront of her.
The one on the far left (of Nadeshiko's point of view) had soft, pink hair that almost reached her shoulders. Her hazel eyes looked at her sorrowfully and nervously. Her skin was that of a peachy color and her cheeks were a rosy pink shade. She was also quite tall compared to the other girls.
Next to the pinkette, was Yamabuki Saaya. Her gorgeous brown hair was curled and hanged on the side of her face. The piercing green eyes she was born with almost cut through Nadeshiko's very soul. Out of all the girls in the school, she was the one Nadeshiko feared the most. Her eyes had witnessed the torturing bully that girl could muster up to. Just watching her made goosebumps appear on Nadeshiko's skin. However, she was short.
The other two girls were the twins of the school. Lulu and Utau. Both shared the blonde hair and the skin color of cream. Both girls wore the red, plaided skirt and white blouse with a black overcoat. Even their hair was the same length. Just reaching their elbows. It also didn't help that their hair was straight. No one could tell the difference between the two. However, the only significant difference between the two were the eye colors, which was how people knew Utau was Utau and Lulu was Lulu. Lulu's eyes were a baby blue. One you would think most angels would have. Utau's eyes were a dark shade of a unique purple.
"What do we have here?" Saaya asked as Nadeshiko still sat on the floor with her legs crossed. The very voice Saaya contained made Nadeshiko's skin crawl with biting bugs. "So...you're Nadeshiko?" Saaya asked. Nadeshiko didn't say anything, which ticked Saaya off. "Speak!" she barked at the poor and frail girl.
"Y-yes..." she whispered, as she held onto her pink, lucky pencil. "I'm Fujisaki Nadeshiko."
"When I ask for your last name, I'll say so." Saaya ordered. Nadeshiko only shook her head. "It's been spreading around that you and Souma-sama are dating, is that correct?" Saaya asked, hands on her hips.
"No!" Nadeshiko almost shouted out of fear. For Nadeshiko also knew how much Saaya fancied the boy, it was easy to tell by the way she looked at Kukai whenever they talked or when he passed by her without a word. Lulu giggled.
"I like her." she commented. "She's so shy, it's adorable." Her eyes glimmered with evilness. Utau, her twin, kept her composure. The pinkette hadn't said anything. However, Nadeshiko had this familiar feeling about her.
"Well, she is shy." the pinkette added in a cool and spicy way. Even though she looked a little nervous, she seemed popular. "Saaya, let's hurry and go to class." The pinkette recommended.
Yes, please listen to your friend! Go somewhere! Nadeshiko pleaded in her thoughts.
"Soon, Amu." Saaya answered without looking at her. Nadeshiko's ears perked up. Did she say Amu!?!? "Nadeshiko... Do you have any interest in dating Kukai?" Saaya asked.
That ditz? No way. "No, I don't." Nadeshiko answered truthfully as she finally found strength in her legs to stand up. She found that Saaya was quite short for girls her ages. Nadeshiko was an inch or two taller than her! Almost as tall as Amu and the twins.
"Good." Saaya smiled. It faltered soon after. "But, you know, just to warn you, I don't like how close you two seem."
Close? Nadeshiko wondered. More like far apart. "Close?"
"Yes, close." Saaya repeated. "You two are always in the hallway together. It's...ugly." added the beautiful girl. Saaya grabbed Nadeshiko's wrist harshly. "Here, we'll show you what happens when a girl like you doesn't know her place in the society." Lulu, who was the twin next to Saaya, grabbed scissors that were hiding behind her back.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Nadeshiko asked scared for her life. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, that she almost didn't catch Lulu's next words.
"Gonna teach you a lesson." she hissed as Saaya dragged Nadeshiko to the girls restroom. Nadeshiko, who felt tears sting the corner of her eyes, dropped her lucky, pink pencil.
The one Ikuto gave her ever since she could remember.
"Gosh, peeing feels really good." Kukai sighed happily as he washed his hands with soap. After drying his hands, he stretched for a bit. It wouldn't hurt to NOT go back to class for a while. He could spare ten minutes. Kukai would just tell his teacher that her was taking a number two. Or to be more like Kukai, a dump.
Right now, Kukai was a little happy. He finally made someone join the Art Club. Truth was, it didn't take no persuading at all. All he had to do was ask a question. Still, Kukai was a tiny bit troubled. He was missing out on his sports clubs.
Ugh... I'll think about that all later and decide which one to keep later. He reasoned. Exiting the club, he exited the boys restroom. Just to be bumped by Amu. "Whoa!" Kukai exclaimed outloud, almost falling on his butt. Amu stopped suddenly. She looked like a nervous wreck. "What's wrong?" he asked, grabbing her shoulders. Amu shook her head as she pointed down the hall. "What's down the hall?" Kukai wanted to know. But Amu didn't wait around to answer his question. She was gone the minute he let go of her shoulders. "Eh? Fine, whatever."
Kukai wandered down the hall. On the floor, he saw a pencil. It was pink and has a bunny on the end. And a little charm of a sunflower hung at it's side. Nadeshiko's pencil. Kukai knew. He clutched the ting in his hands and started to hear sobs come from the girls bathroom. Now standing infront of the door, he gulped. Dare he go in there? Still, he couldn't just go away, could he? He heard it was a girl crying. And he be damned if he let his mother's teachings of being a gentleman go to waste. Kukai's hands itched their way to the knob of the door and he opened without hesitation.
"H-hello? Anyone here? I heard crying... Are you okay?" he asked whoever was in here. This was ridiculous! He should just go out now and keep walking. Kukai could get in trouble for being in this place. Still, opening stall one-by-one, he reached the last green door. Hopefully, whoever was in here wasn't using the toilet. Slowly creaking the door open, Kukai's emerald eyes widened. "Nadeshiko? Why are you crying!?"
Nadeshiko looked up, her eyes stained red and puffy. Her once wonderful chestnut eyes now swelling with tears. Tears soaked her cheeks as more flowed down like waterfalls. That didn't scare Kukai. What scared him was that her hair was all cut uneven and was a tangled mess.
"Who did this to you?" he asked worriedly, entering the stall. He bent down so that he was eye leveled with her. Nadeshiko rubbed her eyes roughly.
"G-get away..." Nadeshiko coughed. "I—I don't want to see...you anymore..." Kukai looked at her with incredibly sad eyes. But in his heart, anger flowed through him. Why would someone want to hurt a person like Nadeshiko? Who the hell was this evil? Then it struck him.
"Hinamori..." he hissed. Nadeshiko looked up at him and then spotted her pencil. She snatched her belonging away from him quickly and pushed pass him so she could get away from him. Before he saw more tears crawl down her face and before he had a chance to say anything else. What Nadeshiko regretted doing was telling him that is wasn't Amu's fault.
It was all Saaya's.
Ikuto felt adrenaline kick in as the scenery around him flew by. His feet stomped on the paved ground and his steps grew wider. No way in hell was he going to let that intruder get away with Nadeshiko. And catching up to him while the man was putting her into the car, that was when Ikuto took the chance to slam his fist into the side of the mans' head. The intruder seemed dazed, and Ikuto kept going at him like an animal.
"You. Don't. TOUCH. MY. SISTER! EVER!!!" Ikuto roared as he felt all his blood rush to his face. Punch by punch, Ikuto didn't stop until he was sure the stranger was out. Breathing ragged, Ikuto wiped the sweat from his forehead and licked his lips just as the rain started to fall on him. Bringing one arm around the blanket, Ikuto took the thing off.
Revealing Nadeshiko still safe in the blanket. Her eyes were closed, but it didn't look like an harm came to her. Even Nadeshiko's breathing rate was normal.
'That's good then...' Ikuto told himself, smiling. Slowly, he pick Nadeshiko up princess-style and covered the both of them under the blanket while walking the rest of the way home. 'I'm never letting her go away from my sights. Never again.' Ikuto promised himself.
From then on, Ikuto and Nadeshiko have always shared a bed. And Nadeshiko, who woke up the next morning, found a pink led pencil with a bunny on the end. And a beautiful sunflower charm hanging at it's side. And if you looked really close at it, it had Ikuto's name inscribed in it.
Fujisaki Ikuto.
Amu, who didn't go to class, waited around the corner she was sure Nadeshiko would pass. And Nadeshiko did. She also didn't see the pinkette.
"W-wait!" Amu cried, reaching her arm out. Nadeshiko jumped back in a whimper.
"Wh-what do you want?" Nadeshiko whispered in a hush tone. Amu looked down, ashamed.
"I—I'm sorry for what my friends did to you... R-really..." Amu apologized. Nadeshiko gave sympathy to the poor girl.
"No... It's not like it's your fault..."
"You're wrong!" Amu retorted. Nadeshiko gulped. Was this the Amu that was suppose to be the cool and spicy one? But she seemed so tense and fearful. "I should have done something, but I didn't. Wh-while you were crying, I was off on the side watching you... I—I'm sorry!" Amu continued. "I can't explain how sorry I am, but I want you to know that I stopped being Saaya's friend. More like her pawn. Fujisaki, will you accept my apology?" Amu asked, almost breathless. Nadeshiko stared at the girl, speechless. What was she to say?
"Y-yes?" Nadeshiko replied, in more of a questionably way. Amu sighed out of relief. An idea struck Nadeshiko. "On two conditions."
"What are they?" Amu asked hesitantly. Nadeshiko pointed to her hair.
"Are you good at cutting hair?" she asked. Smiling, Amu nodded. "And one other thing... You see, Art Club needs a few members." Nadeshiko said. Amu listened carefully.
"And?"
"Welcome to the Art Club, Hinamori. You're first day will be today."
Nakaido looked at his three students exceptionally. They did a pretty damn good job of saving the club. Now, two more members were in. How they did it? Nakaido didn't know, and he didn't care the least. At least the club was saved.
"Welcome to the Art Club, new comers." Nakaido greeted with his casual and goofy grin.
"No problem!" cheered the new students. Hotori Tadase and Hinamori Amu.
"We'll begin...now." Nakaido boomed.
Kukai, who was present, glared Amu's way. When they were alone, there was hell to pay. It didn't matter if Kukai didn't like Nadeshiko at all. No one messes with Kukai's frien—accomplices. Even if they hated eachother. He couldn't describe it, but when Nadeshiko cries, he couldn't help but want to protect her. An angel doesn't deserve to cry the way Nadeshiko did earlier today.
Yoyo, also present, wore the biggest smile Nadeshiko has ever seen him with. And he had great reason too. Nadeshiko kept her promise after all. No poster or ads needed. Still... Yoyo pondered. Why is her hair...shorter?
Nadeshiko, lastly present, did have shorter hair. It reached below her ears. Almost like a boys haircut. It felt weird, but nice. Lighter too. She liked the way her hair tickled her cheeks. Nadeshiko smiled at Amu (Kukai noticed this and thought it was totally unfair) and grinned (Kukai was now in complete shock). It was going to be a good day. She only wondered how she was going to explain her hair to Ikuto. It'd be her first time lying to him.
Well, there's a first for everything.
"Didn't he miss her?"
"Not one little bit!"
"One day, you'll change your mind."
Those words rang throughout Ikuto's head as he and Nadeshiko made it back home. His grip on his little sister tightened. If the intruder did get away with her, he was going to miss her. And he did change his mind. No matter what, in the end of this fairytale, Ikuto and Nadeshiko would live their happily ever afters.
He'd be sure of it.
(A/N: Well, I changed the title. I know, you're like "WHY!?" Well, one, because I want too. And two, because I can. And it's not a huge deal, is it? Nope, I didn't think so. But yeah, see, I have this crazy idea in my head. And we all know you peeps love my ideas. So, it might take forever to find out what I'm doing... But, hand in there.
"I hate you.
I know you.
I love you."
Don't mind these. It's...notes. )
Next time on: Sketching 'I Hate You!' (A/N: Please note that I might change the scenes a little in the next chapter, as I've been doing. Also note, that I might delete some scenes on these previews while I continue this story. No guarantee that you'll see all the scenes in the next chapter. For I have no idea what I'm going to write next. It never hurts to hurt an author out with your awesome ideas. And is it me, or am I getting a wee bit better?).
I need a girlfriend. Ikuto himself. I need one, badly.
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Yoyo gasped at Kukai's confession. "Are you serious!?!?" he exclaimed almost too loudly.
"Sshhh!!" Kukai hushed. "This is top secret! Don't tell anyone!" he pleaded. Tadase looked at his best friend in utter shock.
"That's really...uhh...splendid!" Tadase chuckled.
"Souma...you're a pervert." Yoyo complimented.
"Gee, thanks!" Kukai feigned his excitement.