Chapter 7.

Ayame

"I want you to answer me!" I screamed after Ikuto as he still tried to storm away from me. He had longer legs than me so it was difficult to keep up, but I did keep up, no matter what.

He led me into the twisted path ways of the school grounds trying to shake me, but it was useless. I wasn't going to give up so easily and I think he knew that.

"Why wont you just leave me alone, huh?" Ikuto said turning around abruptly and griped at me sternly.

"Because…"" I said gritting my teethe but I kept taking soft steps towards him. "I have a right to know things about myself I don't remember. I have pictures and weird home videos but I don't remember anything about myself!" I said softly but my voice was as cold as ever. Ikuto rolled his eyes as if to say "DRAMA QUEEN is written all over your forehead. I hope you know that.".

"You'll figure it out…eventually." Ikuto said bitterly, as if he hated saying those words out loud. It sounded as if he was almost giving o=up on something but I didn't know what.

He turned and started walking off and a fire burned up inside of me. All the flash backs of crying myself to sleep and trying to remember so hard that I got terrible migraines every day for hours on end. I remembered all the horrible things of my life but I didn't remember riding my first bike or my first best friend or my first day of school. I don't remember learning how to play my guitar or how I got my guitar. I don't remember anything from my past and apparently he was my key but he refused me entrance to my own past.

I was going to kill someone.

"I DON'T REMEMBER THEM!!!" I screamed after Ikuto. That's when I heard my voice cracking and felt the heavy tears running down my face.

Ikuto stopped dead in his tracks as if he knew exactly what I was talking about. I doubt he did though, because I didn't even tell onii-sama that I had forgotten the most important people in our lives.

"What are you talking about?" Ikuto asked not turning around but looking over his shoulder and speaking softly and sadly to me. Even though he wasn't looking directly at me I could see the hope and sadness in his eyes and face. He WANTED me to remember something but I just didn't know what!

"I don't remember them…" I started. Ikuto turned slightly when I hesitated but kept listening intently. "My parents. I don't remember them!" I screamed at him as tears ran down my cheeks rapidly.

I felt as if I were about to burst from all the bitterness, resentment and sadness I felt towards this man right now. And I don't even remember him!

Ikuto's hopes drained from his face and I sobbed even harder. "Please…" I whispered falling to the ground crying.

I sat there for a moment just allowing myself to cry but soon Ikuto rushed to my aid, apparently out of his sulk-fest. "Amu….? Are you okay? You have to calm down, sweetheart. I promise I'll tell you…just stop crying." Ikuto said wrapping his arms around me and started running his fingers though my hair comfortingly.

Why did I feel so right in his arms…I had never felt like this in Ren's arms…so why in this strange and beautiful boys arms? I let him soothe me and soon I wasn't crying or sobbing anymore, just hiccupping softly into Ikuto's shoulder as he shushed me calmly and ran his hands through my hair again and again.

"Shh…it's okay sweetheart. I promise, it'll be okay." Ikuto said softly in my ear. I hiccupped few more times before pulling away and starring up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Please…?"I begged and he sighed knowing exactly what I was asking for.

He hesitated for a moment and for a split second I caught him staring up at the dean's building as if someone were staring back at him. He quickly looked back at me and sighed and letting me remain relaxed in his lap.

"I was about seven and you were like three when we first met. Your mother and father were both workers for this school. Your mother, a very popular teacher and your father, the dean. We both went to school here and since our families were so close, we were friends too, naturally.

"We grew up together all out lives and soon we kind of…grew to be each other's first love." Ikuto said looking up into the sky. I gasped lightly to myself and smiled at him wryly.

"After a while we started dating, I was a senior and you were a freshman. One night I took you out on a date in the park. I went to go grab us some ice cream while you decided to stay and feed the birds….there was a race going on for a triathlon and I tried to tell you to get out of the way but you didn't hear me and you…." he said stopping and closing his eyes.

"The bikers couldn't stop in time and you were put in the hospital…you had some memory loss but I heard you adjusted well. You didn't remember me of course, so I decided to keep my distance. It WAS my fault after all. Maybe, I thought, you could be happier with someone who could protect you better and love you more." Ikuto said the last part as if it were acid rolling off his tongue.

"Ikuto…" I said sadly and started to lift my hand to touch his cheek but he gently slid me off his lap before walking off. "I have to go. I'll see you around sometime, Ayame." Ikuto said pulling the collar of his leather jacket over his neck and walked away until I couldn't see where he was.

I thanked him silently in a prayer for letting me see at least SOME of my past but something in the back of my head kept saying….He's Lying!

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