The Violinist's Phone: Chapter 5
--The two so different, so many miles apart. Yet all it took was a single message to bring them together.--
Lights flashed. Cameras clicked away. It seemed all so silent. Ikuto was pushed to the hard tiled floor, disoriented from the sudden movement. A person at his side winced. He clutched hold of his shoulder, the blood quickly seeping through the thin cloth.
"YORU!"
Miki rushed to his side trying to help him up. The mysterious person who took a shot at them quickly disappeared from the scene unscathed. Amu flipped open her hand phone and dialed both the ambulance and police. Kukai rushed to the back and grabbed hold of a cloth and press it on to the gaping wound trying to stem the flow of blood before Yoru lost too much of it. Yaya started panicking and ran around the place yelling that Yoru was going to die.
"Yaya, stop running around and making everyone else panic."
"Hai."
Ikuto got up after a while and realize that Yoru had gotten shot. His first reaction was utter shock. The ambulance wailed signaling that it was here and medics came rushing out with a stretcher. They came and carried Yoru into the said vehicle. Ikuto and Miki hopped into it before it slammed the door shut and sped off. Amu sighed. She hoped that everything would go well with the guy named Yoru. She could call Miki later to ask on the condition of the latter later on.
- - -
Miki gazed lingered on Yoru worriedly as he was pushed into the surgical room. Ikuto grimaced at the nostalgia of it all. The two sat at the white gloomy hallways of the hospital, waiting. Ikuto pondered on the likely suspects who would actually wanted him dead. The manager he fired last week? Nah, no one would hold such a strong grudge for such thing. His boss was out of the question. But who else? Unless…
It was his father.
- - -
The newspaper reports were out and the first headline that was bold and highlighted on the latest news was, 'An assassination attempt on Tsukiyomi Ikuto?!' Amu couldn't bother to pick up the newspaper for she had witness the whole incident herself. The papers were probably going to spout out some unwanted rumors that would cause a whole lot of commotion. Some people were rather shaken up by the event and refused to come to the café for a week or two. Business was declining steady and the staff decided it wasn't going to pick up any sooner and decided to close for the day for Christmas.
"Hey Miki, how is he?"
"Oh Amu! I…I thought he was going to die at the split second when he jumped in front of the bullet to push Tsukiyomi-san aside. How awful that he is still in bed on Christmas Eve…"
"…"
"He's fine…now."
"I see."
"I'm sorry Amu, I can't celebrate Christmas with you this year."
"Its…ok. After all you need to tend to the sick first right?"
- - -
'Amu, you know how to play the piano right? Can you be my accompaniment for the upcoming concerto?'
'Why?'
'Yoru is my accompaniment but you already seen what had happened on that day right?"
'Then why me?'
'Because its tomorrow.'
'What?!'
'Oh and meet me now at your café's doorstep.'
- - -
A person clad in a totally black outfit stood by the doorstep of the shop. He hummed a cheerful tune while waiting for a certain someone. A girl slightly shorter than him wearing a gothic outfit approached him tentatively. He turned and glance at her.
"Ikuto, why did you ask me out so late at night?"
"Hush. Come with me."
He grabbed hold of her hand and ran towards an unknown direction. By the time they reach the place, Amu was panting heavily for breath.
"Ah I forgot. You got shorter legs than me."
"Shut up. It's not my fault that I'm shorter than you. You are way too tall."
Ikuto smirked at her before opening the violin case and took out his precious violin and started playing it. Amu gaped at him.
"Are you nuts?"
He grinned at her and continued playing.
"This song is only for you and I want you to hear it."
Amu flushed at the sentence.
"What for? I didn't do anything!"
He did not reply for a while and continued playing the piece. Snowflakes started falling. It glistening and shone like thousands of tiny jewels trying to brighten up the dark night time sky. The music ended and he placed the violin back where it belonged and took out something black and placed it on his head. He grinned.
"Amu, remember me?"
She widened her eyes in shock.
- - -
"You mean to say that Hoshino Utau is actually your sister?! And that you were the same person all along?! The person in the phone, the brunette and the violinist?!"
"Yep."
Amu gawked at him her mouth agape. She didn't know what to do first, whether to scream at him, feel relief or doing it all at once. She had been telling the person she liked most that she had liked him! Worse of all, she didn't know how much secrets she had spilled to him!
"Ugh. I hate myself."
A person snapped a picture of them together, or more specifically, Amu. He smirked evilly.
"I will personally make living hell for you Ikuto. I will."
- - -
The concert started and ended swiftly as usual, only this time the accompaniment being Amu. Unanswered questions quickly spread through the crowd like wildfire. Who is that girl? Where did come from? What does she mean to Ikuto? Amu blatantly ignored all the ridiculous rumors made by the jealous fans. Really, you thought they might better things to do.
A flurry of gold and yellow rushed forward and glomped Ikuto. Several people gasped at once. It was her! Hoshino Utau! The famous pop idol that suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth. Many thought she had already died and paid their last respects to her before she was to fly to the heavens. The nosey reporters hiding among the audiences popped out and started snapping pictures.
"Hi Ikuto! Oh Amu-chan, thank you."
She said to Amu before resuming showering her brother with lots of love. Amu had to resist laughing at the hyperactive girl who was now clinging on to Ikuto like a leech, refusing to let go.
"It was nothing really."
Utau nodded.
"Ikuto can you bring me out now?"
"I'm busy."
"Please?"
"I said I'm really busy."
"Have you forgotten about our promise?"
"Utau, not here…."
"You were lying, weren't you! I'm not going to lose to whichever girl whom you take a fancy to. I will win."
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as the infuriated blonde stomped off in a huff. Oh yes, things are certainly getting more complicated.
- - -
First the friend of the beloved, second, the people close to him and third the beloved herself…
- - -
"Hey Miki, meet me at the hotel entrance."
"Ok Amu-chan. Don't be late! I don't want to wait for you! The last time I waited was like an hour long!"
"Ok."
The phone hung up. Miki took her time to walk to the entrance fully knowing that Amu would be late. She hummed. Four men closed up on the unsuspecting girl. One strangled the blue haired girl. Miki struggled in vain, her arms flailing about. Soon, her vision turned black.
- - -
"Miki right? Come in nya."
Yoru said cheerfully. Two well dressed men entered the room. He widened his eyes. Oh crap. Not them.
- - -
Utau brushed her blonde lock with the brush. Oh how nice was it to have hair back again! She heard the door click open.
"Ikuto-"
- - -
"Miki, Miki…why isn't she picking up?!"
She muttered worriedly to herself. She tapped her foot impatiently. It wasn't like Miki not to answer the phone or to be late. A person rushed to her.
"Amu, have Yoru or Utau contacted you?"
"No, why would they?"
Ikuto paced in front of the entrance. If Utau and Yoru were both gone suddenly, it can only mean one thing. And they will be aiming for Amu next.
"Amu keep close to me okay? Don't stray off."
"What are you talking about? I'm free to do whatever I want."
To demonstrate, she distanced herself from him. Seeing its opportunity, a black car drove behind of the oblivious girl. A person opened the door and grabbed her in before speeding off.
"Wha….?!"
"AMU!"
Hmmm. Its finally ending. I think the next chapter is the last. Truthfully. I was planing to kill at least three characters. Guess who? Yes I know I am being really evil here but not all stories have happy endings...
Yes. If you want to know. I'm having a major writer's block.
Luna
