Hey there! J I know this chapter is mostly filler but…please bear with me and read on! Thanks and enjoy! R&R!
Amu's POV:
I immediately turned away, my actions requesting for the limo to take me away. Unfortunately for me, my limo was already almost out of sight. I felt like I could hear the boy behind me smirk in triumph. I had no escape to this; he won this internal little battle. I put an angry scowl onto my face before turning around to face this boy. Ikuto looked like he always had; hands in his pockets, slouched back, and as calm as ever.
Ikuto gestured towards the door of my house, "Care to invite me in? We should have a seat as we go over this very very complicated case. And maybe some afternoon tea too while we're at it." I have to give him credit for masking his anger so much.
I smiled, welcoming him, "Of course." I stepped forward, not looking him in the eyes for a second while I walked to the door. I slipped my key into the familiar keyhole and turned the key slowly, trying to delay our talk as long as I could. As I opened the door, I stepped in, talking my shoes off and placing it on the shoe rack.
I walked to the kitchen to prepare the tea oh-so-specifically mentioned. "Please, make yourself at home." I said as I gestured to the couch. He ignored my words and wondered around the living room as if this was his first time coming to this house (which, no, it wasn't). He walked everywhere, observing every tiny detail. If he could have brought a camera, he would have. I could tell he was disappointed by the wrinkle in his forehead as he passed everything. I could understand since there was nothing personal here. It was like I just moved in to this new house not long ago; not that I had lived here for over half a year. But yes, it was rather empty, but just because this disappointed Ikuto, I wasn't about to let him into my mansion.
I sat down, holding the tea cup to my mouth to hide the frustration and helplessness on my face. He didn't seem to care, though.
"So." He set his cup down gently, "Where should we begin? Ah, right. I understand you're quite angry at me for leaving you, blah blah blah, bur look what happened now? I'm not the only one keeping things away from you. If we talk about secrets, you've beat me. (P.S.: Ikuto still has a secret…!) I did something terrible; I understand it shattered your heart. I apologized and I can't change the past, what do you want me to do now? And remember this, I did what I did because I actually had a reason, my reason was that it'd help you. But for you, why do you even have-"
I slammed up cup down, burning myself with the hot tea that spilled out, "I don't get why you're so angry over this tiny thing! I didn't have to tell you. I hope it's not as if something would change just because I'm a star."
The moment I burst out, his calm mask slipped right off, "I don't care if you're a star, but I have every right to overreact over the fact that you kept a secret from me and I'm not the only bad guy here."
When he figured out I wasn't going to reply, he shook his head and stood up, "Whatever. Thanks for the tea." He walked towards the front door as I just stood there, his words echoing in my mind. I'm not the only bad guy here. As much as I hate to think about it this way, it does sound like I've been doing a little too much self-pity.
"Wait." I whispered.
No reply.
"Wait!" I stood up abruptly and ran towards him. He was putting on his shoe, while using his other foot to hold the door open.
"Wait." I said again. He looked up, looking more like himself: cool and calm except now, with a bit of annoyance flashing in his eyes.
"Er…" How do I say this? "Um…I'm…" Should I even say it? Why should I? "I'm…sorry…for…" Come on, Amu…spit it out… "Keeping...a secret."
Ikuto stared at me for what seemed like hours. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, just at the ground and his shoes. Right when the silence was becoming unbearable, his shoes moved, causing me to look up to see him shut the door in my face. What?
No forgiveness? I just spat out an apology and he just walks away. Great. He just insists on making my life more and more miserable and complicated, huh.
Ikuto's POV:
I walked really fast. Some people would call this jogging. But why am I even worrying about this stuff? Amu just gave a huge chance for us to get back together and I could have won the bet so Tadase can leave us alone. Why…I cursed myself for overreacting and getting so angry…she was right, it wasn't that big of a deal.
I sighed. At first, I thought Tadase must have one heck of a plan to be able to courageously come to me and make that bet. I knew, somewhere in Amu, she wanted to be with me again (gods, that sounds so self-centered) so I thought it'd be so easy. Apparently not. I totally think that it would be me that would go all angry and blah!
Think on the bright side? This shows Amu might actually want to get back together with me?
Key word: Might
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