Author's Note: Well, huhuhu ^^ here I am, alive, apparently. Anyways, here is the next chapter of the story. I had written this chapter ever since December of last year (2011) in little snippets when I felt like writing. Now I warn you, the characters might be OOC because I haven't seen Shugo Chara since I was 14 (2 years ago) and I've forgotten what happens D:
Chapter 9:
Bittersweet
AMU POV
Ikuto had been looking at me sort of – nevermind, scratch that. He was glaring at me.
"Who gave you that hickey?" He said, pointing at my neck.
I could instantly feel my face drain of blood.
Oh no. Don't tell me – Did Kukai leave a mark?!
Ikuto got off of me and scoffed, still glaring.
"No response?"
I opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted.
"Where were you today? Or rather, whowere you with?"
…
Oops.
Damn.
Why the hell did it have to get so passionate at Kukai's house?!
Wait.
But Ikuto doesn't know that. I have the advantage.
Time to put my lying – oops, I mean, acting skills to use.
I frowned. "Why are you saying that? You're making me look like a slut."
I walked over to the mirror and sure enough a hickey was there. On my neck.
Fucking shit.
I turned around to look back at Ikuto.
"I was home all along. Sheesh. Can't you see that the house is completely clean? I spent hours doing that and you didn't even notice."
His glare reduced and became just a stare, thinking about what I just said.
"Then, how did you get the hickey..?"
I rolled my eyes.
"It was so totally you. You left it yesterday, I bet."
I turned to look at myself in the mirror, again. The hickey wasn't big, but it was noticeable.
"What am I going to do about this?!" I said, sounding worried, "My parents are coming tomorrow and they're going to see this, Ikuto!"
He was obviously thinking inside his head, about me accusing him.
I felt his hands on my shoulders, and he wheeled me around, staring right into my eyes.
My heartbeat became faster than usual, but not because he was grabbing me or because he was so close to my body, but because I didn't know what he was going to do.
His eyes looked so serious.
I was scared.
"What –," but I was cut off.
"Amu," his eyes were no joke. It's like he was looking into my soul. Or trying to figure me out.
Dogs barked outside, down on the street, and I swear there was a cricket chirping somewhere in my room.
An eternity seemed to pass.
"Yes, Ikuto?" I said, innocently, breaking the silence.
His eyes remained as hard as a rock.
"Do you swear it was me?"
The pounding in my chest began.
"Tell me the truth. Was it me?"
My heart and brain started to battle, trying to figure out what would be best.
I decided on my brain. Act, it said.
Smiling, I looked right into his eyes.
"I'm absolutely sure."
Ikuto was serious for the rest of the night. He slept on my bed but made no pervy movements towards me.
Which was totally freaking me out.
Morning came and we ate breakfast, tuning the TV to the boring news, in silence.
Just when I thought I was going to die of the awkwardness, the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" I yelled, before Ikuto could get out of his seat.
I answered the phone, it was my parents.
"Amu~ we're headed to the house now, and we just called to tell you and let you know that we're alright. Oh and the wedding was beautiful~."
"Oh, well good. Anyways, I cleaned the house and everything, for when you get back."
"Why thanks baby~! We'll be there in about some 4 hours, because of all the traffic."
"Alright mom. I'll wait for you guys."
"You missed us didn't you? We were away for so long~ my poor baby~!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Mom, I'm 16 already. Stop it with the 'baby' stuff, please."
She said some other embarrassing stuff before she said bye and hung up.
Rolling my eyes, again, I headed back towards the table and sat down.
"What'd she say?"
I looked up, surprised at Ikuto's voice, but he wasn't even looking at me.
Instead, his fork did figure-eights on his plate, spacing the food and making a small mess.
I smiled. Even though he was supposed to be in his twenties, he still acted like a kid sometimes.
"Oh, she just called to bother a bit and that she'll be back in 4 hours."
Ikuto just barely nodded and went back to his food.
I sighed.
This is going to be a looong day.
We both got up with our plates and put them in the sink. He was about to open the faucet to wash them, but I stopped him.
"Leave it to me, Ikuto. You should go wash up."
He just stared at me for a moment, but then a small smile crept onto his face.
"If you want."
I smiled back. It was such a relief to just see him like that.
IKUTO POV
Ever since I saw that mark on Amu's neck, my mind had been busy, trying to recollect the events that happened the last time I made out with her.
But nothing was coming. I couldn't remember.
I got out of the shower, and got dressed, still thinking.
I couldn't tell if Amu was lying, but she had always been honest, it was complicated.
I needed to figure her out for real, but I wouldn't be able to with her parents here, so I decided to leave and watch her from afar.
After gathering my belongings, I went downstairs to say goodbye to Amu. Though it wouldn't be for long.
AMU POV
Ikuto left shortly after, saying something about my parents and that it would be best for him to leave before they came. You know, no misunderstandings.
He gave me a kiss and walked out of sight.
I sighed.
Finally, I won't have to be pressured to lie to Ikuto.
I relaxed on the couch for a few minutes, getting used to no Ikuto.
I guess I sort of dozed off somewhere in the middle of that 'meditation' because the next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to find myself still on the couch. And 2 hours had passed.
"KYAA~!" I screamed, realizing this.
Only 2 hours left until my parents came.
I had to erase every trace of Ikuto's stay.
KUKAI POV
I contemplated dialing her phone, but my hands wouldn't move.
"Dammit Kukai! Why are you so helpless?!"
I groaned and fell back, landing softly on my bed. The things that happened yesterday wouldn't stop spinning in my head. I had to apologize.
I grabbed my phone again, but stopped before I hit the call button.
This wasn't something I could just message over to her and get over with.
I had to see her in person.
I grabbed my keys, cell and walked out the door, shutting it behind me.
Don't worry, Kukai, she'll surely accept your apology and you guys will return to being the best of friends ^.^!
Hahaha. Yeah right. I'm lucky if she just beats me up or something. But I have to do this. Does Kukai ever give up on something he loves?!
My self esteem rose and I whistled happily to myself as I made my way to her house.
Everything will be alright.
Everything will be alright.
Everything will be alright.
I repeated this all the way, thinking that if the more I said it, the more it would come true.
I rounded the corner and I could see her house and also that she had just come out the door.
"Oi Hinamori Amu~!" I yelled but she didn't seem to hear me.
So then I called again.
"Oi AMU –," But the sight of someone else coming out after her made me freeze. He was tall and slim, with dark blue hair, dressed in black, and –
My heart plummeted to the floor.
A violin case.
Ikuto.
They reached the gate entrance and He grabbed her chin, raising her face.
I could tell what was coming, but my body couldn't move.
Well, it didn't want to move. It wanted to test my hypothesis.
And soon enough, it was approved.
Their lips touched and the kiss I was dreading arrived.
Oh, what a horrible, bitter sweet taste engulfed my mouth.