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Chapter 3
Ikuto's POV:
I sat in class, trying to remember. Trying to think. Trying to clear my mind. I knew that girl back there…
Flashback:
I look at who I bumped into. I stop picking up the person's stuff and stare at her.
"Amu…?"
"What?"
I shake my head, embarrassed, "Oh sorry, I'm mistaking you for someone else."
End of Flashback
The first thought I had was Amu. I mean, who else has bubblegum pink hair like her's? But then again, she looks totally different too. The Amu I knew didn't look so…perfect. But it's been like…what, 3 years? More? People change. I guess if she saw me she wouldn't know me either.
I raised my hand and asked the teacher to go to the bathroom. She glared at me a little before giving me her permission. I walked out of the classroom and towards the bathroom. Not really bathroom. I just need to clear my mind, and the teacher blabbering on and on doesn't exactly help.
And I bumped into someone again.
"Sorry…" the person muttered.
I glanced at who I bumped into. And it was the same pinky from before.
"Wait!" I grasped her arm. She flinched at my touch.
"Ah…" I let go and rubbed my neck in embarrassment from suddenly grabbing onto her, "Sorry…again. It's just…I know I know you…It's just…"
"Well, I don't know you. Now please leave me alone." Ooh…cold…
She gave me a slight nod before walking away.
Wow. Just wow. Fail number two of the day.
I feel guilty for what I did to Amu. "For the best." Everyone says "it's for the best" but is it truly? I got angry calls from Amu's friends after I left her. But I truly thought, "It's for the best."
First bad thing I did: Lie to her about my airplane departure time. I told her the right time, it's just that it was actually one day ahead of that time. I told Utau, my trustful sister (most of the time), the tell Amu the truth after I left. I don't know what else Utau told Amu. I'm still not sure why I lied about the time. Maybe I didn't want to see Amu's sad face when I left. Or maybe, I was just an awful person like that.
Second bad thing: I promised her I'd come back for her. Did I? No.
Flashback:
"Ikuto…You're really going…to leave?"
I gave the pinkette a sad, sorrowful look, "Yeah…I just feel…I should find my dad if he's alive. To clear everything up."
I could see the clear hurt in Amu's eyes, but she managed to blink it away and give me a reassuring smile, "I understand. But come back okay? I'll be waiting."
"I will." I murmured, "I'll be back for you, I promise."
End of Flashback
A little while after, I began to doubt myself. If I truly loved her, would I just leave her here like this? Am I truly the best one for her? As the months went by, I felt the guilt get heavier on my shoulders; I began to believe in my doubts more. I wasn't the right one for her. I should just stay away for a long time until she finds someone better.
At that time, the thought seemed so…reasonable…
I returned to Japan last year. Awful. Hateful words were thrown at me. "Why did you leave Amu like that?!" "How dare you hurt her like that?!" "Do you know what you've done?" Okay fine, hurtful questions.
It seemed like Rima had a clue where Amu left to. Apparently, she knew the reason why, but not where. I begged for weeks and finally Rima told me that Amu thought I forgot about her, cried for days, couldn't take it, and moved. Love lost people are always like that. They move because they can't stand their old home. Everything reminds them of their lost love. I guess that would mean Amu actually loved me.
Rima moved to America after a few months. She said it was because, "Oh, Japan has gotten boring, besides, I want to learn English." But I decoded it as, "Oh, I just can't stand it here without Amu. I think she left to America and I want to find her." I'm awed by their friendship. And so yeah! A few months after that, I moved here too! Rima told me where she was, told me the real reason she left Japan, and together! We search for Amu! Ah hem, sorry, I was just trying to sound courageous, I haven't really felt courageous in a long time.
But no luck. We never found Amu. But during our search, a teenage girl, around our age, got really famous. She had the same beautiful honey colored eyes as Amu and also that unique pink hair. Famous. Amu, famous? That's the only doubt. Besides, I couldn't just barge into the studio and walk up to that Clover in the Wind girl and ask, "Are you Hinamori Amu!?" Heh heh, no. So that would make 3 golden eyes, pink haired girls: Amu, Clover in the Wind, and that girl I bumped into. The pink triplet.
I stopped walking. I was already at the end of the school building, a few feet from the door. I walked back to my classroom. Opened the door to see everyone in pairs. Great, please don't tell me there's a history project.
"Ah…Tsukiyomi-san. You're finally back."
I pretend not to understand what he means.
"Anyways, we have a history project," Great. "and it's in pairs."
I look around at my friends. They were all already working with each other.
My teacher coughed, "Your friends already got a partner. We already picked partners while you were gone."
I look around, "Then who's my partner?"
The teacher sidesteps, "The new student. Hatsuka Hoshimi-san. She can fill you in on the project details. Please be nice, she's new."
I finally got a glance at this Hatsuka Hoshimi. And it was the same girl I bumped into twice. One pinky of the pink triplet.