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Chapter Eight

Ikuto

Honestly, I hadn't expected it to come out this way.

I just wanted her to tell me what was wrong, I swear. That was it. But then she somehow got underneath me, on a bed, and then I kissed her, and…

Let's just say it was hard for me to keep control.

I waited with my lips on hers, waiting for her to decide if she was okay with this. When she didn't push back, didn't object, I smirked and kissed a bit lower, grabbing her bottom lip with my teeth gently. I pulled it back all the way and then released it, letting her see my sexy grin.

Before her lip could even get back to its original place, I was down on her, kissing her neck, collarbone, anywhere I could. I could feel her squirm under me a bit before I reached up and slid off her tank top and bra straps. I began to kiss on her shoulder, my lips slowly moving down her arm.

"I-Ikuto," she whimpered, moving a bit and accidently rubbing against my crotch. My eyes grew huge as my grip loosened.

"Amu, right there," I groaned, grinding into her knee.

Amu

My eye twitched a bit as he began to hump my knee. He didn't see because his eyes were screwed up, but it was fucking weird.

But his hands had lightened up, and that was my goal. I faked another moan, making sure I had fooled him before he realized my plan. I leaned up a bit so my mouth was right by his ear as I whispered,

"I'm going to be taking over now."

I managed to flip us over so he was on bottom. I smirked down at him as he stared at me lustfully. I was getting tired and bored really quick, so I put my lips on his. I tried to make it as passionate and wet as possible. Guys liked that, right? Sure.

Slowly, I pinned his wrists down by his hips. When I was sure he wasn't going to move them, I jumped off of his body, grabbing my IPod that I had located on my dresser. I ran to the door and glanced back at him. I gave a small wave.

"See you later."

I exited through the door, closing it when I was out, leaving the thoroughly confused, made-out with man on the bed.

Before Ikuto had ran into me and made us fall on my bed, I put on some skinny jeans and a tee shirt at some point, so I left the house without any other care. I was just going to go on a walk, and a long one at that. I needed some time to myself; something I hadn't had for a while. So I clicked on my IPod and scrolled down to Blame It. It was only a cover version, which was by Mice & Men, but I still really liked it.

I was trying to remember the lyrics and focus on the song, something that tended to help me out with the pain. But then Ikuto's stupid face kept popping up.

What exactly is our relationship…?

"I don't know, dammit!" I muttered. "I don't fucking know!" Memories of him and our few encounters began to fill my head. By this time I was already passing by the park, when suddenly I bumped into someone. I glanced up.

"Sorry—"

"Amu-chan, you know better than you curse that much." Tsukasa scolded me, but he had a small smile on his face. My gut tightened as I stared at him. I looked back down at my feet.

"S-Sorry, Tsukasa…"

He raised an eyebrow and cupped my chin to look up at him. My eyes wandered elsewhere. His took on worried state.

"Amu, are you okay? Have you met my friend's son yet…?" He had a thoughtful expression. "Or is that's what's bothering you?"

I shook my head before I blurted what's been on my mind. "Do you love me?"

He gave me a weird look before nodding. "Of course, Amu-chan. What would lead you into thinking I didn't?"

A sad smile fell on my face as I sunk to my knees on the sidewalk. "T-The voices…"

Tsukasa bent over and grabbed my forearms, pulling me back upwards towards a near bench. Once we were seated, he began talking. "Amu, you know they lie. You know they give false hope, you know they hurt. Why would you believe them? Especially about me?" He looked hurt.

What the hell was I thinking? Of course he freaking loved me; he adopted me, for pain's sake! I sighed inwardly while I felt the tears gathering around the bottom of my eyelids. I hugged him hard and dry sobbed, because I wasn't crying too much.

"I-I don't know, Tsukasa! I'm sorry, o-okay? Please f-forgive me!" The words slipped past my lips before I figured what they were. "U-Uncle Tsku…"

His arms wrapped around me, then. We put all of the sorrow we owned into that hug. All of the pain, all of the love.

When I felt like I was done hiccupping, I leaned back and stared at him. "S-Sorry…"

He smiled softly and patted my cheek lightly. "It's okay. I'm here for you, just remember that." He took a big breath and let it out slowly. "But I know that's not all that's bothering you. What's up?"

I sighed, but this time my breath huffed out of me. "Tsukiyomi Ikuto."

Only that name was spoken and it had him chuckling. My brow furrowed as I tried to come up with a defense. "Why are you laughing?"

He smiled at me. "Because I know you're harder than that. He couldn't have gotten you that much, eh?"

I blushed a bit, and his smile faltered. "Why are you…why are you blushing, Amu-chan?"

I was confused at his soft voice. "I-I'm not…"

"Oh yes you are," he was scowling, not at me, but at the air that was between us. "What happened between you and that boy?"

My blush brightened as his glare darkened. I wrung my hands in my lap, staring at them. There was no way I was getting out of this one. "H-He didn't do that much…"

My adoptive father wagged his finger in my face. "May have not been much, but it was something. Out with it."

I took a deep breath. "Ikuto…He just kind of…uh…P-Pinned me down to the b-bed and kissed me…just a little…"

"Did you two have sex?" Tsukasa roared, ripping off the bench and paralyzing me with his stare.

"N-No! Of course not!"

He sighed, and grabbed my hands. He looked concerned. "Amu. You've got to tell me the truth, even if it means he hurts. You can't protect him. I'm going to ask one more time. Did you two have sex?"

My cheeks burned almost painfully. "No, we fuckin' didn't, Tsukasa! I friggin' swear!" I covered my mouth in shame. "S-Sorry…"

Another smile covered his face. This man was so bi-polar. "It's okay. That's usually how I know you're telling the truth," he pulled me off the bench and hugged me. "C'mon. Let's go home."

Ikuto

I was sitting on the edge of her bed for quite some time, holding my head and thinking about things. I had unbuttoned my shirt to hear the beat of my heart easier; it helped me calm down.

I really liked Amu.

That much I've figured out.

I've known Tsukasa since I was about ten or so, and so did my dad. Hence I met him. I kind of remember them talking about him adopting a little girl because her family situation wasn't so well. At the time I had been learning violin and was messing around with new songs and such, so I didn't really pay any mind. I remember not ever meeting the girl, but I didn't care because if I ever wanted to be bothered, I could just look for Utau.

So, more or less, it was a smallish world.

I really like Amu, as I've said before, and I think its emotional attraction and not just hormones craving for her body. I sighed and looked out her window. One way or the other, I wanted to find out her feelings before I revealed mine.

I heard the front door open and close, making me stand and go to the stairway. "Amu…?"

I was expecting the girl I had just spent much time thinking about.

Instead I got a glowering Tsukasa poking at my chest rather harshly. His eyes burned into mine as he growled out, "We need to have a talk, sir."

My eye twitched as I smiled nervously. I raised my hands and gently pushed him a bit further down the stairs. He was still glaring. "A-About what?"

"Amu."

I looked over his shoulder and could see the said pinkette waving awkwardly at me with a small smile on her face. 'Sorry,' she mouthed out.

'About what?' I mouthed back, still over a broad shoulder. I was shoved back farther up the stairs by the merciless man in front of me. He was scowling harder than before.

"Don't you dare look at her with your filthy hormone-covered eyes."

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"To your room. Now."

Air whistled out my nose as I sighed and turned, following his orders. "Damned old man," I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that," he growled as he closed my door behind him. I was sitting on the edge of my bed like I had been on Amu's not ten minutes ago. I rolled my eyes and cupped my chin in my hands, which were being supported by my knees.

"What is it, Tsukasa?"

He sighed, then, seeming like he ran out of steam. He motioned for me to scoot on the bed and I did, about a foot or so. He sat beside me. His hands were cradling his forehead. He held the expression of a stressed out father.

A few moments had passed before he turned to me with a weary look. "Ikuto, what are your feelings for Amu?"

A warm feeling enveloped me, because I actually knew the answer. I looked away and mumbled out, "Ikindasortalikeher."

He raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

I took a deep breath and faced him, square on. I don't know what was worse; the face that this was more or less Amu's dad, or that I was more or less embarrassed to share my feelings that I had only recently discovered. My eyes bored into his.

"I…I really like her…."

"No you don't." He deadpanned, staring at me with a small smile. I looked back at him with a confused expression.

"Excuse me?"

"You don't like Amu. At least, not in the way you're thinking. A friend, maybe. But definitely nothing further than that." He explained, his smile growing on his face.

My eyes narrowed at him. "I think I should know my feelings better than you do, old fart."

"You should but you don't," he chuckled, annoying me more. I opened my hands and gestured to myself.

"I know I do. Why are you saying that I don't?"

"Think about it, Ikuto," he said, his head resting in his palm. "No offence to Amu, of course, but she really isn't your type. You could have any girl you want, and you want it to be her? I don't think so."

"Is this an overprotective and overbearing father speaking, or someone who just doesn't have a lot of faith in me?" I almost growled out.

"A tad of both, I suppose," he said thoughtfully. "Don't think I could believe it even if I wanted to."

"I like her."

"You don't."

"I do."

"You don't."

"Yes, I really do."

"No, you really don't."

I glared at him, annoyed. "Yes, I really fucking do."

He only smiled, content even with my language. "Prove it."

I was beginning to think he was only doing this to rile me up. "Make me."

"Well, seeing that I'm the thing standing between you and your supposed love for Amu, I don't really think I have to."

I stood up, scowling down at him. "It's not supposed, dammit! I really like her, is that so hard for you to handle?"

He shook his head, smiling still. He leaned back on the bed with his hands splayed open. "Give me the things you feel when you see her, then we'll decide if you like her, alright?"

He fucking spoke like I was a child. It got on my nerves, and he could see it on my face. I would've spat all the feelings and emotions I had if I could've. But describing what I felt for Amu was harder than I had originally imagined.

I sighed and sat back down next to him. He chuckled in obvious victory.

"See what I mean—"

"I feel like my chest's gonna explode," I started, killing off any chances he had of stopping me. "My brain gets foggy and it's like seeing an angel. I can't control myself, and not just physically. I can't control what I say, or what I do. I get this real static-y feeling, right here," I motioned to my torso. "And it spreads throughout most of my body. I get a shiver down my spine, but it feels really nice. Not like those creepy ones you get sometimes." A smile lit on my face as I ruffled my hair. "And God, her lips. Her lips kill you. It's like putting cotton candy on a human and telling someone not to eat it when you kiss them. It's just so insane. I have this tidal wave of emotions whenever I see her, and I just can't get over any of them." I turned to him. "Am I going crazy?"

Tsukasa shook his head and smiled happily. "No, Ikuto. You're experiencing first-hand knowledge of love," he said, standing up. He held out a hand and he helped me up off the bed. "C'mon. Let's go see what Amu has to say about this."