Mm. You, what little I have, reviewers should really give me some songs. Like, rock to pop songs from 2006 to 2011. ;D

SO MANY ONE LINED PARAGRAPHS~~~~~~ FML

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Chapter Three

Amu

…All this time, how could you not know, baby? You belong with me. You belong with me. Have you ever thought, just maybe, you belong with me?...

On the outside, I was a cool-looking pinkette, looking like a badass with my headphones on, dark skinny jeans and 3OH!3 band tee. If that girl were to glance at you, you would thank whatever gods you believed in and get drunk off of celebration.

What I was feeling on the inside, however, was completely and utterly opposite.

Not only was I screaming in fear of who was behind me, I did not like someone touching me this closely.

The person's hair tickled my neck as they moved. I shivered.

Then the worst thing happened.

Hands wrapped around my IPod that was in my hand, taking it and pausing the song.

One thought passed through my mind.

Mm. Going completely psychotic in front of people I just met. Lovely.

My honey-colored eyes went wide as the demons of my mind came back, stirring forward.

We're back, Am—

Another pair of arms covered my body, ripping me out of the first pair. I saw that we were heading for the woods that were close to the school. The person kept running until we were in the middle, sitting down on a fallen trunk. They rubbed circles on my back and whispered soothingly, softly,

"It's alright, Hinamori. It's gonna be fine. But ya gotta stop cryin', okay? I can't help you when you're crying…"

Look at the little slut, scared and weeping about a few voices in her head.

I tried ignoring the second voice and cracked my eyes open, seeing a flurry of auburn. "…K-Kukai?"

He gripped me by the shoulders and leaned back, looking at me with worry etched into his face.

"Dammit, Hinamori. I suck at comforting girls."

He hugged me again, his breath blowing in my ear. "How do you stop your tears, Hinamori?"

Stupid Kukai. Believing he can save the day with your fucking music. Stupid cunt. We bet you're thinking that he's your hero; your Kukai-nii, right? Fuck that. You're the stupid cunt, idiotic bitc—

More tears rushed down my cheeks without my noticing. "I-IP-Pod…" I managed, gritting my teeth. He fumbled, looking around for the device as I slapped my hands over my ears, attempting and failing to stop the voices. I screamed back at them.

SHUT THE HELL U—

Kukai and Amu, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carr—"

DAMMIT, YOU'RE IN MY FUCKING MIND, DO WHAT I TOLDYOU TO—

I gotta feelin', The Black Eyed Peas cut through my pain, forcing the voices to fade. That tonight's gonna be a good night. That tonight's gonna be a good night. That tonight's gonna be a good, good night…

Slowly, my eyelids slid shut, a sigh of relief coming from my nose. Subconsciously, I knew that I was humming along, but I wasn't really paying attention. Only when Kukai said something is when I came back from my little dreamland.

"You better now?" His worried face made a smile spread over my face, despite the fact that I had shrieking voices in my head a moment ago. I nodded, standing up and putting out a hand for him to take. He took it and I lifted him up. We started walking back to the school in silence. When the school was in sight as was everyone that we were with about 15 minutes ago, I muttered,

"Thanks, Kukai-nii." I slammed a hand over my mouth, blushing slightly. Fucking hell, that wasn't supposed to come out. He glanced over to me and burst out laughing.

"No problem, Imouto."

I stifled a giggle as we reached the group. It seemed that everyone was in their own little world.

Rima apparently came when we were gone, because she was talking to the Purple-Headed guy. Well, talking is a horrible description. More like 'screaming at'. Yeah, that's better.

Yaya was talking excitedly to Kairi, hopping all over the place. Kairi was attempting to calm her down a bit, but was failing horribly.

That blond guy, the one with the weird pink eyes that make him look like a messed up albino, was sitting on a bench, looking up at the sky.

Utau was talking—well, it seemed kind of like nagging, but who cares—to some blue haired guy.

The damn bastard who paused my music and caused me a bit of pain I'd rather care to forget.

My eyes narrowed as we approached. Yaya was the first to notice our arrival, sprinting over to us and tackling me, screaming.

"A-Amu-chii! Are you alright?"

I faked a laugh that seemed convincing enough, since no one stared at me. Besides that guy with the blue hair. But I hate him, so it doesn't really matter if he noticed or not. I patted her back and sat back on the heels of my hands, Yaya still lying on my stomach.

"I'm fine." For the most part, at least.

Utau raised an eyebrow as she shoved Yaya off, helping me up. "You sure? You looked pretty terrified back there…"

I nodded, that fake smile still plastered to my face. "Yeah. Who are they, though?" I pointed to Purple-Head, Blond-Freak, and Blue-Bastard.

Utau slid her violet eyes to the three boys. Before she could say anything, Rima cut her off.

"This," she pointed to the first long haired guy. "Is some freak of nature who likes to cross-dress. He is also a pedophile and likes small boys the best. It is named Nagihiko, but call it Nagi, since it doesn't deserve any politeness."

Nagi stared at Rima, but there was an edge to his voice. "How many times do I have to say it to make it go through your tiny head, Rima-chan. I cross-dress for my dancing, only sometimes. I am not a pedophile, I just helped that little kid at the playground once because he was lost." He turned to me, bowing slightly and smiling. "But she's semi-right on the last thing. Call me Nagi, Amu-chan."

I rolled my eyes. "Amu's just fine. No one likes honorfics anyways."

I faced the next guy, the sparkly blond freak. He beamed brightly at me, acting as if being alive itself was something to celebrate. He took my hand and kissed it gently. "I'm Hotori Tadase, Hinamori-san."

No matter how creeped out I was, I was going to be friends with this freak. Only because he hung out with these other people, and I was pretty sure I'm never going to be alone with him. "Again, just Amu. Please." He nodded.

"Call me Tadase, then."

Originally, I was just going to ignore the Blue-Bastard, mostly because I still hated him, and probably would until he apologized for giving me more shit to deal with. But he coughed, and it was obvious everyone was waiting for me to move onto him. I sighed and faced the jerk with the smirk on his face.

"May I help you, Gayfag-san?" His smirk dropped, making me grin inwardly. He stared at me for a moment before smiling fakely and saying,

"PMSing much?"

"Not at all, how about you?"

"I have something that sticks out, thank you."

I glanced down, pretending to look. "As far as I can see, you have nothing down there at all."

His smile only widened. "What did I ever do to you?"

"You paused my music, babe."

"And that's a reason to hate me?"

"It's a death sentence."

I glared at him, sticking my hip out and putting a hand on it. "Besides, who goes behind little girls and practically rapes them?"

"That's not rape, m'dear. Not only did you like it, which counts as sex, but it would only be sexually violating you."

"You're only digging your grave further, sir. And I'm not your dear."

He grinned. "You will be soon enough."

We were interrupted by laughing. We turned in unison, whether I liked it or not, and saw Rima cracking up, laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face in rivers. I smiled, a real one this time, and walked over to her, sitting on the ground beside her.

As creepy as it sounds, I like to look at people laughing or smiling. Real ones, not fake. Because that shows that you're either having fun or so happy that your face almost splits in two.

And Mama used to laugh so much…

My eyes widened again, then narrowed quickly. If I have time to think about that, I have time to kill off this damn disease.

Mm. I laugh at the fact that in my stories, I cuss so much, but in real life, I don't cuss at all. c:

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