A/N: Oh my gosh! I finished this chapter early and was going to update Sunday, but my internet just cut off! Stupid rain! Anyway, for this chapter, it might be a little short. I was having trouble deciding whether or not Amu should confess or work her way around Ikuto. My decision is below, please enjoy! I don't own Shugo Chara!

Once he dropped the small note, Ikuto ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the gymnasium. He quickly dodged around a mass of excited high-school students and his black shoes made prints in the muddy ground. His surroundings blurred, as well as the bright colors.

As he made slowly halted to a stop, he noticed the rosette leaned across the brown gym doors. He made no noise but quietly walked up to her, lightly tapping her back.

She jumped up, obviously surprised. However, once she saw that it was Ikuto, she plastered an overly-sweet smile on her face.

"Did you call?" Ikuto tried his best to keep from twitching at her sickly sweet smile. From any other girl, he could probably understand. But from the few days that Ikuto had met this girl, he knew she wouldn't smile at just anyone.

"Yes, I did," Amu grinned, her voice dangerously sugary.

"Is there anything you need?" Ikuto looked directly at her, hoping she would get rid of that smile.

"Well, about a few days ago…" the rosette trailed off.

Ikuto finally understood her voice and smile. Of course it would be about that time. What else was he hoping for?

"You just didn't look at the basketball clearly, right?" Ikuto said, his mouth twitching to shout at her for suddenly leaving.

Amu's eyes widened in obvious surprised. She hesitated for a bit and took a long breath before bursting out, "Yeah! That was it! I just didn't look at the ball clearly. I mean, duh!"

Ikuto nodded grimly and sighed, he didn't know why, but he really wanted her to just tell him the truth. He knew it was already a possibility that she was color bl-

"So! You can just go and tell everybody you made a mistake that I just looked at the basketball wrong!"

Ikuto looked up, puzzlement written across his face, "What do you mean by that?"

Amu's honey-golden eyes shimmered, "You didn't tell anybody?"

"Why would I?" Ikuto shook his head.

"I just thought that-Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! I thought you told people in school! That's why I ditched! I thought I should come back when everything died down!"

"I didn't tell anybody though." Ikuto repeated.

The rosette sank down to her knees, her lips trembling, "Thank goodness."

Ikuto felt the need to bend down next to her and slowly pat her back, until a sudden thought came across his mind, "Why'd you think I would tell people? You just didn't look at the basketball clearly."

Amu looked up at him and slowly nodded, "I-I thought you would've come up with some possibilities of me acting like that."

"For example…?"

"Color blindness."

"I admit, I did think of that. It kind of fit together," he said honestly.

"What?"

"You're fruit bowl was very well drawn, but oddly colored. And the next day you just-it was the same as the real thing. It wasn't…abstract."

"And then the basketball incident a few days ago?"

"Yeah, it sort of added up."

"So you now know? You don't think I'm weird?"

Ikuto chuckled, "Why would I think that you were weird? You don't go jumping around the school, cheering school cheers."

Amu laughed, "That's true, but you know. I see everything in black, white, and gray. I don't see colors. I don't know the difference between red and orange. I-I don't even know the color of trees or the sky. I just imagine."

"But that's not weird. You're not the only one who can't see colors," Ikuto pointed out.

"But I was treated like a freak most of my life."

Ikuto stayed silent and quickly grabbed Amu's hand, dragging her to the gates.

"H-hey! Let me go!" she tried her best to wriggle out of his iron grip.

"Look up," Ikuto said.

The rosette quietly obeyed and shifted her head upwards, but she saw nothing but a gray sky.

"Are you trying to rub it in my face? I already told you I can't see colors!"

"Just look and tell me what color you see," Ikuto urged.

She sighed and reluctantly stared at the sky, "Gray," she said finally.

"That's good. On rainy days, what color do we see?" Ikuto asked.

"Gray."

"Then, doesn't that mean everybody sees the same colors on rainy days?" Ikuto said.

Amu's eyes widened and smile threatened to play on her lips, "That's t-true."

Ikuto's sapphire eyes glimmered and he put a hand on Amu's shoulder, "Then it's not so bad is it?"

"I don't know about that yet."

Ikuto sighed and placed his hands back to his side, "Hinamor-"

He was cut off by a big pair of warm hands wrapped around his body.

"What the?"

His blue eyes widened, once contacting with a dark violet pair.

"Utau?"

A/N: Okay, so maybe I rushed that chapter…was it too early? It doesn't really fit, but it was the only idea that I could come up with. I hope you enjoyed that chapter and please do review if you think I rushed it. Please review! Thanks for reading!