Chapter 2.

"Amu, you completely missed out. The concert was amazing."

"Rima, I'm actually glad I missed out."

"Amu, his music is better live. And with music artists these days, that's pretty hard to believe." Rima sputtered out, drinking her coffee next to Amu.

They were both sitting on Amu's black couch, talking. Rima had just arrived back from the concert a few minutes ago. What did our Amu do? Sit at home. She sat at home reading a few magazines, texting some friends, planning out her next design, and looking at the raindrops falling from the sky. The rain, particularly that night, had a stupefying sparkle, as it reverberated from the moon's shine. Although she hated the rain, she had to admit, it looked pretty damn hot.

"Anything else you want to rub in my face, Rima?" Amu asked, looking through her magazine.

"I talked to Ikuto."

Amu's eyes darted to Rima. She noticed she still had that backstage pass around her neck. Oh yeah, backstage passes.

Amu stayed silent, bringing her attention back to the magazine. She put a blasé face on, and continued to flip through the pages. It was the latest edition of Elle Magazine. Yes, she had a subscription.

"What did he say?" Amu asked, face still glued to the magazine showing disinterest.

"He didn't say much. We greeted each other, hugged, and chatted for a little about our lives."

"Cool."

"I also mentioned that you could've come, but you didn't want to."

"Awesome."

"When I said that, it looked as if he was about to cry. He looked really sad, Amu."

Keeping her gaze on the magazine, in hopes to avoid Rima's intimidating glare, she thought to herself. Cry? Sad? He had the perfect life. He had all the money in the world. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen him… cry.

"D-Did he say anything else?"

"That he's staying his last several weeks in this area. Then he's going to leave Japan."

"I-I see…"

"For good."

Amu closed her magazine, and set it on the small coffee table in front of her. Her pupils went directly at Rima's eyes. Question, doubt, curiosity, and inquisitiveness filled her soft, honey auspicious eyes. Although she felt the emotions of listlessness, poignancy, and despondency, she hid them. Throughout the years she's gained a skill not many know. The skill to hide emotions, completely.

Ah, what a perplexing skill.

She shook it off.

"Well, good for him. I could care less what he decides to do." Amu said, firmness on the brim of her lips.

Rima inwardly sighed as she motioned she was about to leave. It was hopeless. It's like trying to drag a stubborn mule to drink water when it wasn't thirsty. It was all hopeless. Trying to make her friend realize her true feelings. How hard could that be?

While Rima was in her little world, Amu was getting up, grabbing her purse, and was about to exit the medium-sized apartment.

"Yo, Hinamori girl, where ya' going?" Rima asked, somehow imitating a gangster.

"Going to grab a drink at Kin's Café."

Kin's café was rather a famous place, mostly for its shows. They hosted various music artists, famous or not, to play there. It was free to perform, and the result would only be a benefit, considering you're good at music.

"Be careful Amu, and get me a Mocha Caramel Latte!" Rima blurted out, just as Amu was exiting her household.

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"Great job on the concert, Ikuto! You were outstanding as usual!" His manager yelled with excitement at Ikuto, who was dilatorily sitting on a small chair.

"The part where you were playing that solo! That gave me goose-bumps man!"

"Yoru, I'm going out. I'll be back in a bit."

Yoru was the name of Ikuto's manager. They were best friends since High School, and without Yoru, Ikuto would still probably be sitting back home weeping. Sure, sometimes he would get a little annoying, but managers are supposed to do that. So are real friends. He was slightly shorter than Ikuto, with a darker shade of blue for hair. He was engaged to his long-time girlfriend, Miki. But, personal life is something we shouldn't get into. Something you wouldn't want to get into.

"Okay, but be safe! And wear your disguise, famous people like you would get run over to death by fans." Yoru yelled, flailing his hands for extra dramatic effect.

Ikuto grabbed his white baseball cap, with the letter A on it; then grabbed his black hoodie, a pair of sunglasses, and his violin case. He wore dark blue jeans, which were faded and ripped in some spots. Oh fashion these days.

He slipped on the cap; then wore his hoodie. He pulled the hood over his hat, in effort to hide his hair; then finally proceeded to wear his sunglasses. He looked pretty pimp, but strange in a way. Like a man that was going to abduct your little child in the mall, as you went to buy some clothes in the nearest clothing store.

"By the way, Ikuto! Where are you going?"

"Gonna go grab a coffee to wake me up or somethin'."

"Then get me a Chocolate-Cinnamon cappuccino with whip cream on top! Thanks!" Yoru managed to squeal out, just as Ikuto shut the door on him.

What am I? A slave?

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"Here's your order miss! Enjoy!" The waitress said, sounding tantamount just like all other waitresses.

Amu sat in a small table, leaning into her couch as she took a sip of her ice coffee. The café was pretty interesting. It had around 20 tables set up, all with leather couches as seats. In the front was a small stage, with small lights shining on it from the top. There was a microphone, and a piano. Anyone was welcome to play for the café, but if they were bad, they would be pulled off. Just incase any mobs of angry men would form in disappointment of music.

Amu glanced around the room, an inattentive expression on her face. There were about ten other people in this café with her. Some were alone, reading books, and others were with their 'soul mates', acting all lovey-dovey. God, that's disgusting. Stupid kids won't act all lovey-dovey when they get hurt, and start crying every single damn day for the rest of their damn lives.

Yes, Amu was a little tired and grumpy, as you can see.

As she took in her environment, she noticed a man come in. He wore sunglasses, a white cap, a hoodie, and was carrying a violin case on his back. Sunglasses at night? Must be a creeper. I better watch out.

The man walked over to the register, and placed an order. He never glanced or looked in the direction Amu was sitting, maybe due to the fact it was in the very back of the room.

As a few minutes passed, Amu noticed the man in the sunglasses was sitting alone, near the front. He was sipping on a Chocolate-Ice coffee, trying to avoid any gazes others would give him. He looked uncomfortable.

This is so boring, I wonder if Rima would be up to go clubbing with me tonight. I bet she would…

She decided she should go, and do something more productive. Time was being wasted, and nothing significant was happening. Meeting some guys at clubs, on the other hand, would be something she would do, with the guidance of Rima, of course.

"Ahem, if there's anyone that's willing to play or sing, please come up and perform!" A man said, up on the stage. He was the café's manager.

No one responded, and went back to their dilly-dallying. Ikuto, tried to leave just incase the man spotted his violin, and forced him to play-

"You! The man in the sunglasses, with the violin! Please share a song with us!"

Ikuto silently grunted to himself. He heard some of the residents in the café applaud, somewhat forcing him to play. Looks like I'm forced to play. God damn. Yoru can forget about his little cappuccino now.

He grabbed his violin case, and proceeded up stage. Keeping his disguise on, he glanced over the room to see how many people there were. Not many. He scanned the room once again, until something caught his eye. Something pink. Pink? What the hell is pink?

Quickly, as if in panic, he took off his sunglasses. There was a girl, slightly shorter than him, in about her early-twenties grabbing her purse. She looked as if she was about to leave.

Is that… Amu? Hinamori Amu?

Quickly, he picked up his violin, and adjusted his fingers. The woman was halfway to the door, ready to leave. Step after step, Ikuto became nervous, anxious, and excited. He started to play the very first note, and continued with the whole song.

The girl with the pink hair stopped. Stopped in her tracks, like a train hitting on the brakes as hard as possible. Amu's eyes widened as she heard this melodic, sublime piece of music. She instantly recognized it, and turned her head to the stage.

What was this song? Well, it was a song Ikuto composed just for Amu, and promised he would play it just for Amu, when they were together. Quite possibly, out of all his songs, this sounded the most statuesque. Every ear in the café was attracted to the song. Some jaws were dropped, and eyes were closed.

Amu just stood there, eyes widened, as she watched this man. This creepy man that looked as if he was about to kidnap Amu, and sell her to an illegal pimp in Afghanistan.

Once the song finished, applauses were heard, and people outside rushed in, to congratulate the man on his excellent piece of music. Some even asked for his autograph. They all said he was as good as Tsukiyomi Ikuto, which put a smirk to his face.

Amu slowly gathered up her nerves, and exited the cafe. She regained her composure, until she felt something wet hit her in the face. Again. And again. It was rain. In a space of a few seconds, it started to pour down on her. Little Amu was only wearing a t-shirt too. She silently whimpered, as she clutched at her sides, and got out her cell-phone.

As she was about to dial a number, she felt something warm envelop her, around her shoulders. It felt like a, jacket? Instantly terrified as to who this might be, she turned around. Instantly, her eyes looked at the man.

He was turned to his side, his cheek facing her face. He held a white baseball cap in one hand and a violin over his shoulder. His remaining hand was in his pocket. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and a pair of faded blue jeans. The fact he was in a white t-shirt, suggested the jacket that was snuggly wrapped around her was his.

She looked up at his hair. Blue. And his eyes. Sapphire. Due to the wetness of the rain, and the contraction of the wetness of the material in his t-shirt, his muscles could be seen. His body was in great shape, as it maintained his lean structure. He was toned, tan, and winsome.

"I-Ikuto?" Amu choked out.

"Yo." He replied, his eyes still fazed on a random object to his side.

Amu's fix was still on Ikuto, scanning him, examining him. Like a mad scientist looking over a dead human corpse, ready to experiment on it with his… tools.

Abruptly, Ikuto turned his head. He was now facing Amu eye-to-eye. He was now scanning her. He looked up and down, only his eyes moving. However, he heard Amu quietly whimper at the cold, but could tell even she wasn't aware that she was getting drenched in cold water. Her eyes were just gazed upon him.

Ikuto brought his hands up to her shoulders, and secured the jacket, more firmly than it already was, around her. His expression didn't change. He looked doleful. No smirks, no grins, and no smiles. Just a blank, lugubrious face.

Then, like an apparition controlling him, he moved his hand to her cheek. Then it sparked. The TNT blew.

Amu regained her senses once again, and slapped his hand away from her. Her expression was now, anger. She looked mad, and betrayed. Her eyes looked indignant, and showed treachery.

She took a position, hip slightly cocked, with a hand on it.

"Don't touch me with your hand." She stated firmly, a slight apathetic tone accompanying it.

He didn't say anything. His expression remained intact, whilst his position was also intact. He took a step back, and gave her some space.

"How have you been doing?"

Amu looked bewildered at his casual-yet-so-friendly question.

"How have I been doing? Well, aside from the extreme amount of stress, hardships, and pain, not to mention suffering, I'm just dandy." She somewhat yelled, in a sardonic-like voice.

"I see,"

"No you don't. You have everything don't you. All the cars, the money, the fame. Why don't you stop bothering me, and go back home and fuck one of your fifty-cent whores? Huh?" She ranted, not caring whether other people could hear her.

"Amu, I'm —"

"Don't call me Amu. It's Ms. Hinamori to you."

Through all of those harsh words, his expression remained unchanged. His eyes directly on the same level as hers, though, no connection could be made. She couldn't look upon his eyes and gaze at them the same way she did in the past, even though she wanted to.

They both stayed quite, Amu huffing and puffing from her outburst, and Ikuto staying silent. He took his hand out from his pocket, and rested it to his side.

"Well, Ms. Hinamori, I'm leaving Japan for good in a few weeks. Never coming back here again, so consider yourself lucky." He stated, turning around.

"W-Why?" She whimpered out.

"For personal reasons."

He took a step forward.

"Just tell me! I'm so sick of you hiding everything! You were always like that, you hid everything. Your emotions too! Just fucking tell me!" She exploded, eyes closed.

Silence filled the air once again, as they both stared. Amu looking at Ikuto, Ikuto looking at the ground. A few moments passed.

"For someone I love."

For someone he loves? So he's already found someone. What a player, he's so selfish, and indulged in his fame.

A yellow taxi cab pulled up, while Ikuto got out his wallet. He handed the man some money, and motioned Amu to come.

"You don't have a ride, right?"

She looked down at the ground, and nodded. Embarrassed. Her cheeks were still red from her little 'anger-rant', and her hands were cold from the rain.

She took a few steps forward, and got into the cab. Ikuto was still standing outside, looking at her through the open window. His eyes were disconsolate, as his face was blank.

He got some extra money out, and handed it to her.

"Just incase the money I gave him wasn't enough."

"I have money too you –"

"Just take it."

She sighed, and took the money from his hands. Her eyes trailed down to the bills, then to his wrist. Something caught her eye, something blue. It was that bracelet. The very one she bought him six years ago.

As his hands exited the taxi, her eyes drifted toward him.

"Where will ya' be goin', miss?"

As Amu told the man her address, the car started to move. She looked as Ikuto had his back turned to her, slowly walking away. The jacket was still wrapped around her, keeping her warm.

I forgot to return his jacket. He must be cold… Ikuto. And why does he still have that bracelet…

As the figure of Ikuto started to grow smaller, she could see he was shivering from the icy drops of the rain. She saw as he took slow steps, he almost stumbled over himself. She felt bad, but somewhat satisfied.

He deserves it all…

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Ah, poor little Amu is so oblivious to the things around her.

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Chapter seems kind of rushed. Anyways, thanks for reading, means a lot. Reviews would be nice, they're like adding fuel to my engine, it makes me update faster.