A Note From The Author:

Thanks for being so patient for this story, even though I forgot about it for a while... But since i´m on spring break already I found some time to write the next chapter! So, I hope you enjoy this one.

Warning: There is no Kukamu in this chapter...but I think there will be in the next one!

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Chapter 7

The Art of Lying

"Thanks for everything, Tadase," I said, as I walked out of his house.

He waved while I walked own the street.

So, that was what was bothering Amu right now. They had broken up.

I sighed.

I had left Tadase with her, believing he would make her happy while I was gone.

Is it that impossible to trust somebody?

Cars passed by and the wind blew a bit. There were still puddles on the floor giving evidence of the storm last night.

I had spent a long time at Tadase's house. It was now 5 pm. I contemplated going back home to Amu, but I needed time to think about what I should do. After some time I reached the place I always came to think about stuff. I sat down on the grass and looked at the scenery, laughing a bit.

The only place I was actually interested in was the elementary school Amu used to go to.

Seiyo Elementary.

Many memories came back to me as I lay down and closed my eyes.

Amu Hinamori.

I smiled unconsciously, now thinking about my one and only love.

Who would have known that I would fall in love with an enemy?

She sure had grown a lot since I had seen her 4 years ago.

Amu was so-

"Ikuto nya~!"

"Yoru. What took you so long?" I opened my eyes slowly to see the small, blue cat waiting anxiously for me to wake up.

"Have you seen Amu nya?"

I sat back up.

"Actually I have. I guess you wanted to see Miki?"

Yoru blushed a bit.

Weird to see that on a cat.

He nodded.

"Oh, okay. I was going to head there anyway."

I stood up, took one glance at the scenery and then headed to Amu's house.

So much time had passed since the first day we saw each other. I just hoped she still felt the same way.

AMU POV

So there I was again, reliving what had happened yesterday.

The clock read 6:20pm and the sky was slowly turning darker. I got up from my bed and walked over to my balcony.

I sighed.

Was my life always going to be this way?

The tears had stopped about half an hour ago, but the hurt was still there, piercing my chest every time I remembered.

Tadase had broken up with me to be with someone else and Kukai thought that making out with me was a mistake. He didn't love or like me in that way at all. I had been wrong to think that he did, even after that kiss or kisses.
We had been drunk and that was all there was to it.

Also, where was Ikuto?

Loneliness suddenly enveloped me. I looked at my bed and imagined the black box, a type of coffin for my shugo charas.

Will I ever get them back with a life like this?

Sighing, I returned to stare out onto the street.

The street lights were turning on and many people walked on the streets, kids played with their toys, mothers were scolding them and some emo looking guy was heading up the street to my house.

Wait.

Ikuto?

IKUTO?

I quickly ran to my bathroom and washed my face, erasing any trail of the tears I had shed. After that, I rearranged my room and did my hair as fast as I could.

I stood in front of my mirror and calmed myself down. I practiced smiling but failed miserably.

Knock knock.

Ikuto was knocking on the door.

"COMING!" I screamed.

"I can't do this! I just can't!" tears started coming out, as my hands covered my face.

I guess you can't. Let me take care of this.

Where did that voice come from?

I looked up and saw a black egg with a purple butterfly design.

A Shugo Chara?

To a girl who can't lie to a girl who can.

A purple butterfly clip appeared on my hair and I stopped crying instantly.

Don't worry about this Amu. You are in good hands now.

"Can I really do this?"

Ikuto is waiting you know.

"Damn!"

I ran down the stairs.

Yes you can, it's easy. But only with my help.

"But lying isn't actually the best thing to do."

This is acting.

Acting is the art of lying.