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Chapter 2

Amu's POV:

"Nice to meet you all." I said, flashing everyone a nice angelic smile. There's already been some whispering about how I looked like 'Clover in the Wind'. But the tension died down when the teacher introduced me as Hatsuka Hoshimi.

"Hatsuka-san, please sit at the empty desk next to Mashiro-san. Mashiro-san, please raise your hand!"

I saw small hand shot up into the air. I felt my body temperature rising. This is the Mashiro-san I know, is it…? I walked towards the small hand and stifled a gasp. It was Rima. I felt my old friend's gaze on me. I gave her a nervous smile and sat down.

"Alright, class…" The teacher began her talking. Blah blah blah.

A note showed up on the corner of my desk, from the left, where Rima was. It read:

Hey you, I know you ,don't I? What's my name?

I mentally smiled; Rima is still the same old Rima. I scribbled a reply- I know your name, but do you know mine? - and put it on her desk. As she read it over, she smiled and scribbled a reply back.

AMU!

Nice to see you again :)

Where have you been!?

America.

Duh. Whatever, the moment this class ends, I'm gonna tackle you with a hug that may be the end of your life.

Looking forward to it ;)

~Teacher talks….CLASS ENDS!~

"A-…HOSHIMI!"

And, there's my death hug. Thanks for not revealing my identity, Rima. Pssh. We exchanged death hugs and then exchanged some information. It seems that Rima and Nagihiko moved to America at their second year of middle school. Tadase and Yaya were still in Japan.

"So…Rima, is…he here?"

There was a bit of a silence. Rima was one of the two people that knew what happened. I think I made a good decision about the two people I told it to, except I had to hold them back from trying to kill him.

"Er…" Rima twiddled her fingers, "Yes?"

"Hi."

"Hi."

"THE FUDGE, HE'S HERE?!"

Rima seemed to be lost in a distance. Who knows if she did that on purpose or not? Then she suddenly smiled sheepishly and said, "Sorry, Hoshimi…Gotta run!"

And here I am. Standing here like an idiot after yelling out loud. Really loud. Then, I see where Rima was looking in her distant look. It was him. He was really here. After all these years. He's standing right there. Just right there. Like, a few feet away from me. Closer..closer…oomph.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Great, he just bumped into me.

I lift up my head and look at him. He stops from picking my stuff and stares back at me.

"Amu…?"

"What?"

He shakes his head as if clearing his head, "Oh sorry, I'm mistaking you for someone else."

He hands me my stuff and nods at me, apologizing one more time. Then he walks away. I just stay standing there, frozen. He remembers me? I run into the bathroom and lock myself in a stall, ignoring the bell as it rang, showing the next class just started. I put my hands on my head, trying to put the lid back onto the bottle of awful memories.

Flashback:

I blink back tears as he walks away. His last words to me still echo in my mind, "I'll be back, Amu, I promise. Wait for me."

"Ikuto!" I could tell he heard me, but didn't turn back, for both of our sakes.

That was their last meeting. I never heard from him again. Never. It's not as if Inever tried to contact him. I already tried calling, mailing, emailing, texting, even sending photos! What else could I do? If he didn't want to reply, then so be it. A year had passed, if it's been that long, he probably forgot his promise. I mean, who knows when you can visit when you join an orchestra. But if you happen to not be able to fulfill that promise, why not make it up by at least replying to me?

I waited. For my most recent birthday, I sent him an invitation. Did he reply? No. Did he come? No. But did I wait? Yes. I sat on the couch all night, cuddling the stuffed blue-furred cat he gave me as our parting present. I hoped that he was just late because of some issues. But the next morning, no one came either. I'd reached my limit, my breaking point. I broke. I could be fixed. But I'd never be the same, no matter how hard you try to fix something; some things just won't ever be the same again. I didn't eat, I hardly slept, I skipped classes and stopped trying to get good grades. My family got worried, so eventually we moved to America, hoping the new environment would help. And it did. I got better until I was almost as good as new. But I'd still break down if anyone mentioned him. I became pretty cold and bitter towards love. But who could blame me?

End of Flashback

I jolted back to reality. My teeth were chattering, I was shivering, my heart was racing, and my fists were clenched tight and sweating.

I slowly stood up and walked out of the bathroom. As I walked to my class, I bumped into someone again as I wiped my eyes from the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Sorry…" I muttered. I walked to my class again without looking to see if the person was alright.

"Wait!" A hand grasped my arm. I flinched at the familiar touch and turned my head slowly, as if the hand belonged to a monster (which isn't far from the truth, considering the breakdown I just had).

"Ah…" It was Ikuto. He let go and rubbed his neck in embaressment, "Sorry…again. It's just…I know I know you…It's just…"

"Well, I don't know you. Now please leave me alone." I regarded him coldly.

I gave him a slight nod and walked away.

Dun dun dun, now you know most of her past! :D Okay. Okay. I'll try to update ASAP! :) Feel free to read my other story: The Interesting Thieving Incident! (Also trying to update ASAP) It's also Amuto based. I like Amuto :) Anyways, yep, hope you guys liked this!