Me: Hello, hello and welcome to the 1…2…3… the 4th chapter of 'Secrets Uncovered'!
Rima: That's bad. You forgot what chapter you're up to.
Me: I'm on holidays and the keyboard has been chucking a spaz so leave me alone.
Rima: Where's Ikuto and Amu?
Me: I kicked them out.
Ikuto: No you didn't.
Me: GO BACK TO YOUR QUIET CORNER!!!
Amu: Make us.
Me: Fine! I'll put on… um…
Ikuto: Yes freedom!!!
Me: *pulls out mobile phone* Hey IAmTwilighter. (P.S she is an awesome author) Yea it's Alice. I need a bad song to torture them with.
IAmTwilighter: Ummm… First one that pops in my head is 'Hopelessly Devoted' from Grease or whatever it is! Oh my God it's boring enough the 1st time, but I swear dad has played it like 500 times just today.
Ikuto: No! No, please no! Not that! Anything but that!
Amu: Please don't, we'll do anything!
Me *points to quiet corner*
Amu & Ikuto: Ok then. *sulks back to corner*
Me: Much better. Anyway, I do not own Shugo Chara. Enjoy and please R&R
Amu POV
"Ok, so the wedding is in how many weeks?" Rima asked professionally as soon as I let her in the door.
"A few months," I replied, a little worried at her reaction to my insufficient amount of information.
"Well we have to get that sorted out by the end of the day," she said as she pulled out a clip board and a fairly thick folder.
"What is all that?" I asked, worried that's I'd have to read what was in the folder – it was as thick as the coffee mugs were tall.
"Don't worry about it; just plans and ideas," she answered smiling.
"Ok then," I said eyeing it. The pile of paper looked slightly intimidating.
"Don't worry all you have to do is look at them and tell me what you like more," she sighed as she saw the dread evident on my face. I relaxed a little at her reassuring words and let her explain everything she had sorted out for me to look at. (A/N I have no idea about what happens when you plan a wedding, so sorry about the lack of information.)
x-X-x
I lay on the couch so tired that I was at least more then half asleep already. Rima had had so much for me to look at and it was pretty late. I was on the verge of slumber when I was interrupted by the feeling of someone's hot breath on the back of my neck. "Boo." I screamed and fell off the couch. My first thoughts were that it was my attacker again but I was proven wrong, "Sorry Amu, I didn't mean to scare you that much," a familiar husky voice said as he came and put me back on my feet. I squinted into the darkness and saw my favourite sapphire blue eyes.
"That's okay," I said hugging him. He wrapped his arms around me; I buried my face in his chest and sighed with contentment.
"Come on. It's late and you need to rest," he said.
"Can't I stay here," I said as I nestled closer to him. I heard him sigh and then he picked me up and carried me back to my bedroom. I locked my arms as tight as I could around his neck; clinging to him as if my life depended on it, even though I knew he was a lot stronger then me and could remove them easily.
Suddenly, there was another load explosion, followed by the front glass window smashing into many tiny pieces.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Ikuto cursed. I would have laughed at the peculiar sound of him swearing – something I hadn't heard before - but not under these circumstances. He knelt gently to the ground, his back facing the window in protection, and placed me on the down.
"Crawl. Keep as low as you can," he instructed urgently, cringing.
"What's happening?" I asked worried.
"Crawl, please," he begged as I watched blood pool around his hand. My eyes focused briefly on the stream of blood flowing down his arm before looking back into his eyes.
"Are you ok?" I demanded anxiously.
"I'm fine. Now go! Please," he said again, growing impatient. It was hard but I tore my searching eyes away from his and crawled on my hands and knees into the study. It was painful: little shards of glass kept digging into my palms. But as soon as I was in the study I gently brushed them out.
"I don't think there's any chance of them hurting us while we're in here." How ironic Rima used to get up me for not having any windows in the study. The arrangement had turned out well. I turned back to Ikuto. The blood was still oozing down his arm. "What happened? Where are you hurt?" My voice was high with panic.
"Turn away," he ordered.
"Why? How badly are you hurt?" I asked, the anxiety literally eating away at me.
"Just turn away," he said again.
"No, maybe I could help," I answered stubbornly. He sighed and turned his back towards me. I didn't understand why at first, until I saw the large fragment of glass protruding from his back. My eyes widened and I gasped. "We have to get you to a hospital! It could be -" I was cut off when we heard more glass shattering in the kitchen, another brick wrapped in paper landed in the door way. I sat there frozen, my hand clutching Ikuto's both to make sure I wasn't going insane and to stop him from going out the doorway to get the note. We sat in silence, waiting for a sign signalling our safety.
It felt like hours - yet it was only minutes - before we heard tires screeching across the gravel road. I couldn't stop my eyes drifting to the slow hands of the clock. It seemed like time was barely moving.
I was still frozen. I felt cold and very numb, locked in a trance. I heard Ikuto's quick, painful intake of breath and I noticed I had my nails digging into his wrist. I loosened them immediately.
"Are you all right Amu?" he asked quietly. I couldn't tell for sure, but he looked paler then usual and I couldn't remember why exactly. I wiped my face with my hands to discover that they were covered in a thick layer of blood. I stared in wide-eyed horror at the deep red of the blood on my hands.
"Forget me! Are you all right? How badly are you hurt? We have to get you to a hospital now!" My frantic questions seemed to run together.
"Calm down Amu." His soothing tone usually would have calmed me, but it wasn't working to well while I could see the pain in his eyes.
"C'mon we have to get you to the hospital," I said trying to get him off the ground.
"No, this is Easter we're dealing with here. We go to any form of authority and they'll come at us from all sides, more aggressive than before," he warned.
"Well I'm not about to let you die from blood loss. You're coming to the hospital now," I said stubbornly.
"And tell them what? Some psychotic company is bent on torturing us to death? The only possible endings to that scenario are we get thrown into a mental hospital, or the cops get called, Easter finds out and then kills us in some form of slow, painful, torture." His voice indicated how sure he was.
"Fine then. We won't tell them but you're still going to the hospital." He looked at me slightly confused. "You could have, I don't know, fell backwards into a glass vase or something."
"Sounds good, let's go then. Wait, the note," he said looking over at the brick still in the doorway. I crawled towards it but went straight past the terrifying object and into the kitchen. I reached the drawers and pulled out a tea towel and rushed back. "What is that for?" he asked. I thought it would have been a little too obvious, but he was looking very pale now.
Without a word I crawled behind him. He was swaying slightly to my alarm. As carefully as I could, I pulled out the glass fragment – it was as large as my hand - and clamped the tea towel over his wound. I pulled out my phone and called emergency and gave them all the details needed.
"An ambulance will arrive shortly. Remember to stay calm," she said in a soothing voice.
"Thanks," I said trying to allow her soothing voice to comfort me. I hung up and focused on Ikuto again. "You'll be fine. I know you will."
"I know," he answered feebly, his eyes drooping.
"C'mon, stay awake, please," I begged.
Paramedics rushed in and quickly began bandaging him. They loaded him on a stretcher and into the ambulance.
"I'm sorry miss, only direct family are allowed," one of them said as I tried to go with them. I was about to argue back when Rima ran up behind me.
"Oh my god. Amu, are you okay? What happened? What's wrong with Ikuto?" Rima rushed her questions so I barely understood them.
"Huh? Yeah I'm fine, I think… but Ikuto's…" I couldn't finish my sentence as I watched the ambulance speed off to the hospital. Just the thought of Ikuto dying made me shudder. Seeing him hurt like this, I couldn't help but blame myself. I wasn't sure how, but I was sure that this incident was my fault.
"C'mon Amu, we have to go. Get in my car. I'll go pack some clothes for you," she said handing me the keys and ran off to pack some of my things.
I waited for her, leaning against the car door staring at my engagement ring. My heart ached as I wondered wether Ikuto would survive. He had to. He promised he would. Where would I be without him? I remembered the bruise the first brick had inflicted on me and without consciously deciding to, my feet drifted back into the house, following the trail of… blood. I kneeled down by the brick and cautiously peeled the note off to read it properly. I read each word slowly, each smashing my composure one by one. I broke down in tears.
"Amu, what's wrong?" Rima's voice was worried and alarmed. I stashed the note in my jacket pocket but she noticed it in my hands before it was properly hidden. She held her hand out expectantly. "What does it say Amu?" she asked sternly. I sighed; I'll have to tell her now.
Me: Wonder what it means?
Rima: Where's Amu?
Me: *points to depressed corner*
Rima: Why did you send her to the quiet corner?
Me: I didn't. That's the depressed corner
Rima: Why is she in the 'depressed corner'?
Me: Because she knows what's on the note.
Rima: Hey Amu, my dearest sweetest friend!
Me: No you don't. She's depressed and she's needs to be alone.
Rima: But why?
Me: Because I said so. Now… *points to quiet corner*
Rima: *mumbles unintelligibly*
Me: Sides', you'll find out next chapter what it says.
Rima: Oh, fine.
Me: Anyways, thanks to all of those who read my stories on the internet and from school. And as requested, a huge thanks to SHAQUILLE (sorry if I spelt that wrong) and also IAmTwilighter who has edited most of my chapters and provided me with lots of support. Thanks so much. PLEASE REVIEW. Reviews make me and the voices in my head happy!