Okay, when I first wrote this I was like, OHLOOK, I SHOULD MAKE THIS REALLY LONG.

That plan has failed. So badly. :'D

IGNORE THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE IT SUCKS. ;D

Chapter Four

Amu

"Tsukasa, I'm home!" I called out into the hallways of the medium sized house we lived in. I dropped my backpack onto the end of the staircase and walked into the kitchen, hearing my stomach bother me.

Imagine my annoyance to see my adoptive guardian in a pink frilly apron cooking something in a frying pan. And it grew with his next sentence.

"Oh! Amu-chan, you're home!" he said in a surprised voice. My eyes narrowed.

"Obviously."

He put a hand over his heart. "You wound me so. No need to be so cold to your Uncle Tsku!"

"You're not my uncle," I sighed, sitting on the barstool. "You adopted me, nothing more."

"I only wish that I could get home from work sooner to be here with my beloved Amu-chan—!"

"You're so creepy." I deadpanned. I sniffed the air, "What are you cooking, anyways?"

He laughed at the subject change and smiled. "My friend had to go across the country for something or other. So I'm making sure his son doesn't live just off of instant noodles."

I grunted and leaned my elbows on the bar, sighing again. He raised an eyebrow. "Anything eventful happen the first day?"

Noticing my grim expression, he turned off the stove and put the pan on a different top. His attention filled with me and me alone. He copied my posture and rested his own elbow on the counter, staring intently at me.

"It must be something interesting if you're this quiet about it—"

"There's this douche at school who paused my music, okay?" I cut him off, my eyes traveling elsewhere. There was a reason I was attempting/failing to escape this topic. As expected, Tsukasa's eyes widened before a serious look came onto his face. He got off the counter and turned the sink on, his hands going under the warm water.

"Did you find out his na—"

DING DONG~

My guardian quickly wiped his hands off and glanced at me. "We'll talk about this later, alright?"

He saw my nod before walking out of the kitchen and going to the door. I followed; not because I cared who was at the door, because he had co-workers over all the time. I was heading towards the staircase so I could go to my room. I heard the door open without looking back, already climbing the steps. I heard a semi-familiar voice talking to Tsukasa, but I ignored it.

I had almost reached the top of the stairs before the same voice called to me.

"Amu?"

Thinking skeptically to myself that this person actually knew me and Tsukasa just said who I was, I turned around coolly and stared at the person who was now in my household. My eyes opened just a fraction, but narrowed immediately at the smirking blue-haired teen.

Without a word more, I spun around and walked to my room, slamming the door closed.

Spinning the lock, I slid down on my back to the door. Why the hell was that bastard in my house?

Soon, I heard their footsteps coming up to the door. A knock sounded.

"Amu-chan?" Tsukasa asked, a bit of anxiety coming into his voice. "This is Tsukiyomi Ikuto, the friend's son I'm helping out."