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Made this chapter semi-long. I'm totally lying, it's pretty short, like all of my chapters. c:

Chapter Five

Amu

I ground my teeth together, the anger in my veins burning me up. If Ikuto was the friend's son that my adoptive father is currently helping, I already knew what was going to happen. Tsukasa will probably ask him to just stay over until his father returns; making it easier to assure himself that he is protected and well-fed.

My head fell into my hands, a sigh escaping me.

"Amu-chan, are you okay?" Tsukasa's voice repeated.

I kept the annoyance out of my voice well. "I'm fine. I just needed a bit of air."

"In your room?" Ikuto said. I could practically imagine the smirk on his face.

My pride getting the best of me, I stood up, faced the door and ripped it open. My thoughts were true; his lips were twisted upwards. I narrowed my eyes and pushed past him, walking down the stairs. My fingers slipped the deadbolt into its little hole, letting me open the door. I glanced behind me, to the worried-looking Tsukasa and the slightly less smirking Ikuto.

"I'm going for a walk."

Tsukasa's eyes grew large. "Are your IPod and phone char—"

"Yes. I'll be fine, stop worrying." I rolled my eyes like the rebellious teenager that I was and slid out. I heard Tsukasa whisper something to the freakish boy in my house, but I couldn't make it out. I shrugged; probably didn't have anything to do with me, anyways.

Ikuto

The sun was bright and painful to my dark colored eyes, making me wince slightly and cover my face. The pinkette was rather easy to follow, simply because of her hair. But she was quick, and that made it difficult for me to trail her without her notice.

"Fuuuuuck," I cursed quietly as I saw her go into a playground. Dutifully, I stalked her in, making me feel creepy. Quickly realizing that she still didn't know I was there, I turned more relaxed.

Wrong. Bad Ikuto.

My eyes widened as I heard the cracking sound of my shoe snapping a small branch on the sidewalk. But there was no way, no how, she heard that. She was, what—about twenty yards ahead.

Yet her little pink head twitched to the side, staring at me intently. Without a word, her feet carried her swiftly to me. Pretty soon her face was a few inches away from mine, her warm breath on my face.

"What the hell are you doing?" she hissed, looking me up and down.

My face showed my amusement. "Checking me out, are you? I don't blame you; I would too."

Trying to act cool and collected with a hint of pink to her cheeks, she shook her head vigorously. "Stop dodging the question."

"What question?"

"Why are you here?" She leaned back, but I caught her with my arms wound behind her back. Pressing her to my body, I lowered my head to her ear, a grin etched into my face.

"Because I like following little pink haired girls to their playground."

I released her to see the reaction, and I wasn't disappointed.

The fire truck red that painted her face matched perfectly with her furious golden eyes. I burst out laughing, ripping my phone out and taking a picture.

Finally, her voice came back.

As well as her ability to move.

She punched me, right in the gut. "God damn, Tsukiyomi! Who the hell does that?"

Pain leaked out of my sides, both from laughter and her physical attack. "M-Me, duh!" I choked out, my laughs still booming.

She crossed her arms over her chest, making it pop out and giving me a rather nice view.

"You and all the other pedophiles in the world, obviously."

Immediately, my laughter halted and my grin dropped. My eyes narrowed and I reached my arms out. She laughed nervously and took a step back.

"O-Okay, Ikuto. No need to do anything rash, now…"

I backed her up to a tree, the distance between us closing. My mouth now held a sadistic smile as I slammed my hands on the sides of her head, right above her shoulders.

"And do you know what pedophiles do to little girls, Amu?" I whispered, slowly unraveling the barrier she's surrounded herself in. I was so close to seeing what she hid under that hard mask she keeps on all the time—

Mom, Dad

When you two separated

She was torn apart...

The depressing song continued its tinkling background music while the lyrics were voiced. I was so close to her, I could hear the music she continues to shove into her ears every day. My eyes hardened; why the hell would you listen to this discouraging music?

Live in the present, not the past.

I would know that last sentence the best of anyone.

Without a second thought, I ripped the earphones out of her head.