Shiragin clicked the speaker button and spoke into the microphone, "Okay, Hinamori-san, start whenever you're ready."

Amu quickly glanced at the monotonous white walls around her. So this is what a recording booth is like. She quickly studied the microphone, "Kotou-san, what's this big thing in front of the microphone?"

"Well, actually, I can't remember what its called at the moment, but its there to catch air so that all we hear is your singing instead of you breathing between phrases," he explained.

That made sense. She sat down on the stool in front of the microphone and started singing her song. She had a habit of singing with her eyes closed, so she didn't see Ikuto walk in and watch her sing. Of course, he couldn't hear anything because Shiragin had the headphones on, but he could tell by how into it Amu was and how much Shiragin was smiling that she was good. Really good.

He watched, feeling deaf to everything going on around him. The clocks didn't tick in this room. They were all digital. There was absolutly no sound coming through the booth, and he couldn't hear her sing from Shiragin's headphones. Shiragin listened to his music to quietly. Ikuto only noticed that she was done singing when her eyes opened and she smiled at Shiragin, who gave her a thumbs up. He motioned for her to come out of the booth. She eagerly jumped off of the stool and strided through the door. She stopped when she noticed Ikuto. A blush touched her cheeks when their eyes made contact. Hopefully he had gotten over it.

"Okay, Hinamori-san, just give me a minute and I'll have it together," Shiragin said as he started to press buttons and move sliders that did things that Amu couldn't think of, "Well, actually... It might take a while. Ikuto, you and Hinamori-san go back up to my office. I'll by up when I'm done."

"Sure," Ikuto sighed and motioned for Amu to follow him.

They went back to the office, and Amu sat down on the couch were she was sitting before. Ikuto wasn't typing. He wasn't on Facebook. He just sat there. Amu reached into her purse and pulled out her iPod. Ikuto gazed at it. Just as Amu was turning it on, Ikuto snatched it out of her hand.

"Hey! Thats mine!" she yelled as she reached over him to grab it.

"I'm not taking it, I just want to see what kind of music you have on here," he stretched his arm out of Amu's reach.

She leaned even further over him, trying not to lose her balance, "Give it back!"

Ikuto cleared his throat. Amu stopped. She had the idea of climbing on top of Ikuto and make him fall over to get her iPod back. Though that was definitely the wrong approach. Ikuto was laying down on the couch, his back against the arm rest. He had the iPod in his left hand, stretched back behind him so that Amu couldn't reach it. His legs were bent as an attempt to keep the pinkette back. Amu had her left knee between Ikuto's legs, her right leg was somewhat "wrapped" around Ikuto's left leg, and she kept her balance by putting her weight on just her toes. Her left hand was on Ikuto's collar bone, and her right was reaching over Ikuto's head for the iPod.

As Amu made a move to get off of him, her foot slipped and she fell. Ikuto grunted as all of Amu's weight fell onto his body. He straightened out his left leg, and Amu rolled over and fell off of the couch.

"Ow..." Amu rubbed her head.

Ikuto sat up and looked down at Amu. He squinted his eyes, and a very lazy expression showed on his face, "Red... black... red... black... red... black..."

Amu listened as he started to repeat colors. The colors sounded familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where exactly she had seen that pattern. Then it hit her, "PERVERT!" she yelled as she pushed her skirt back down, covering the red and black stripes of her underwear.

Ikuto cris-crossed his legs and smirked at her before turning his attention back to the iPod. He turned it on and went to her songs. He gave her an inquizitive look as he noticed that almost all of the songs were in English. Even though he was fluent in English, it hadn't occured to him what some of their music was like. He scrolled through songs until he found a song called "Hollaback Girl." He clicked on it. He stared at the iPod as if it was something he had never seen before. Amu blushed.

"What the heck is this?" he said, a hysterical laugh finding its way into the question.

"Its called 'Hollaback Girl' by Gwen Stefani," she gave him an exasperated sigh, as if it was second nature to know that.

They listened to it, Ikuto laughing at some of the lyrics. Amu just had to laugh along with Ikuto when it got to the part where she sang "This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S, This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S."

Ikuto went though more songs, such as "London Bridges" by Fergie, and "The Real Slim Shady" by Eminem. They laughed a lot, Amu finally realizing how strange the lyrics were. Ikuto went to the Albums list and clicked on the one that said "We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things."

"Who's this one by?" he asked as the first song, "Make It Mine" came on.

"That's by Jason Mraz. He's one of my favorites," she smiled.

Ikuto flipped through songs until he found one called "Butterfly."

Amu blushed as the song came on.

I'm taking a moment just imagining that I'm dancing with you I'm your pole and all youre wearing is your shoes You got soul, you know just what to do to turn me on Until I write a song about you

Ikuto looked up from the iPod and looked her in the eye. His eyes were foggy and the rest of his face emotionless. Amu gulped. What was he going to say?

"Interesting," he turned off the iPod.

They sat in silence. An awkward silence.

"Who wrote that again?" Ikuto asked her.

"Jason Mraz."

Ikuto pulled out his laptop and went to Google. He typed in "Jason Mraz."

He went to the official website and started looking at other songs.

He went through different songs, listening to the first few seconds or so of every song.

"Truth or dare?"

"What?" Amu gazed at him.

"Truth or dare?" he said it slower.

Amu sighed, "Truth."

"Does your bra match your panties?"

"What?"

"Its a simple yes or no question," he explained.

"You're such a pervert."

"Well?" he smiled at her.

Amu blushed and looked away, "I... I'm not wearing one..."

Ikuto looked at her, wide eyed. He knew Amu wasn't the bustiest girl her age, but her chest was worth at least an A-cup, "Why?"

"I'm wearing a halter top, dummy. You don't wear a bra with a halter top, the straps will show. Now truth or dare."

"Dare," he said.

"Get back on Facebook and talk to Utau nicely," she smiled at him.

Ikuto sighed as he leaned over and grabbed his laptop and logged onto Facebook. Of course Utau was on, so he clicked open the chat window.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi at 2:50 Hey, Utau.

Utau Hoshina at 2:50 Hey Ikuto-koi! You're talking to me! 3 Thats so sweet! :)

Ikuto Tsukiyomi at 2:50 So... How have things been?

Utau Hoshina at 2:51 They've been great! What are you doing right now?

Ikuto Tsukiyomi at 2:51 I'm at the EASTER building with a new girl. Her name's Hinamori Amu.

Utau Hoshina at 2:51 Well... tell her that you belong to me... and tell her I said hi.

Ikuto looked over to Amu, "Utau says hi."

Amu smiled.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi at 2:51 Okay, well, Shiragin is back, so I've got to go, I'll talk to you later. Maybe.

Utau Hoshina at 2:51 Okaayyyy! Bye Ikuto-kooiiiii! I loooovvveeee youuuuu! 3 3 3

"There, I did it," Ikuto looked down at his hands on the keyboard, "I've got to go wash my hands."

"Oh, yeah, Tsukiyomi-san, could you show me where the restrooms are so I'll know later?" Amu stood up with him.

"Only if you promise to call me by my name,"

"What?"

"I-ku-to. Its not that hard," he smirked at her.

"I... Ikuto... could you please show me where the restrooms are?" she blushed.

"Of course I can," he smiled and walked out of the door, motioning for Amu to follow him.

They walked down the hallways. Amu tried her hardest to memorize which hallways they were taking. Finally they got to a hall with two doors, side by side. One had a pink sign on it, the other blue. Amu walked into the pink one, and Ikuto walked into the blue. Ikuto was out of the bathroom before Amu, so he leaned against the wall and waited. But just then, Ikuto had a plan. He heard the water of the sink running as Amu washed her hands. He quietly opened the door, tip toeing his way into the girls' bathroom. She put her hands under the loud hand dryer. The noise covered up the sounds of his foot steps. Amu was too busy looking at her hands to notice Ikuto standing behind her. She pulled her hands away from under the dryer and looked into the mirror. She saw her, and Ikuto standing behind her, smirking at her, making their eye contact through their reflections. Amu started to let out a scream, but Ikuto covered her mouth with his hand. The other hand crept up her back to her neck. He grabbed one of the strings that held the halter top up and played with it between his fingers. Amu tried to pull his hand away from her mouth, but his hand was too large and strong. She squirmed and tried to pull away from him. She looked at his reflection with pleading eyes. What she saw was scary. He had a smirk on his face which she knew spelled trouble, and his eyes had that glassy foggy look as they did when they were listening to "Butterfly." He tugged at the string slowly, drawing a reaction out of the frightened little girl. Then, he tugged the rest off and the halter top fell down.