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"Sir, you have a visitor," A middle aged man with a tuxedo bowed to the blue haired man. This was at a large mansion that lay on the top of a hill at the outskirts of town. The amethyst eyed man sat in a tree with his guitar outside. The sunset lay behind the man as he tuned his instrument. There was nothing much to his backyard, just lots of trees pretty much.
"Tell them to go away," He replied, discontent with the tune of his guitar.
"DON'T TELL ME TO GO AWAY WHEN YOU DID SOMETHING TO MY BEST FRIEND!" Utau fumed at the culprit for her oblivious friend's tears, stomping her way to the musician.
"Quit being Godzilla with your stomps and go away. I already did what you told me," He shooed the enraged female.
"What did I do to get this guitar out of tune?" He muttered under his breath, angering his sister even more.
"Are you implying that that stupid guitar is better than the pink haired girl who you were just desperately after a few days ago?" She exclaimed.
"You were the one who told me to stay away from Amu," Ikuto glared, not knowing he was most angry at himself, his sister, or his guitar.
"That's right! I said that, but that doesn't give you the right to actually make her cry!" She scolded, putting her hands on her hips.
"I never remember making her cry recently," The man up in the tree was ticked off at the accusation, ending his tuning.
"Then why did I see her crying yesterday?" The blond retaliated, kicking the tree.
"What are you talking about?" He jumped off smoothly with his guitar in one hand.
"What I'm talking about was that she couldn't even tell what her tears even meant. Don't forget that she may have forgotten you within her mind, but have you ever considered that her heart might remember you?" Utau stabbed her brother's chest with her index finger.
"…" Ikuto stood there in complete silence and confusion. He wondered if he should be happy about that or not.
"Get your priorities straight," She left, walking away. He was more infuriated to this point at the fact that he couldn't even defend himself.
"I'm seeing Amu. Put my guitar in my room," The perplexed man threw his guitar to his butler, power walking to his sports car.
"I'm scared. Ikuto couldn't even tune one string," The butler with the guitar whispered to a nearby maid.
"I was trembling. You can tell when he can't even tune his instruments under a minute, he's enraged, and he's scary when he's mad," The maid commented, still shaking.
"He's scary when he's mad," The butler added, walking to his master's bedroom.
After ten minutes of driving
"Where is Amu anyway?" Ikuto growled. He was in a neighborhood where he had never really been at. He wore a black jacket that was zipped up half way, showing his white t-shirt under it. He also wore on skinny jeans and sneakers. His hood was up.
"Excuse me, young man," An elderly woman tapped his shoulder, alerting his attention. "I heard you were looking for a woman named Amu, am I correct?"
"Yes, ma'am," He stared questionally at the woman.
"Does she have pink hair and yellow eyes?" She smiled.
"Yes, she does. Where is she?" He seemed to light up with happiness.
"Oh, she's in that building complex. She's in 214," She pointed to the nearby apartment. "A nice man lives there also. He was so kind. He even asked me to change her so that it wouldn't have upset her. They are one of the lucky ones. They even look great together, even a blind person like me could tell. Have you met him before? His name is Kinjo Kai. He has red hair and brown eyes."
"I have met him," He gritted his teeth. "I have to go now. It was nice to meet you." He walked to his car, concealing his jealousy.
"Aren't you going to see her?" The elderly woman asked.
"No, it's okay," He got into his car and drove away.
"Did I say something to upset him?" She walked to her apartment in worry.
Ikuto
RING! RING! RING!
"What do you want?" He answered his phone, still driving.
"You have a photo shoot today," His manager stated bluntly.
"Where?"
"Same place as last time," He replied, immediately being hung up after.
Ikuto swerved to a U-turn, heading to the photo shoot. After five minutes or less, He arrived, catching the attention of the female staff and a few males.
After Photo Shoot
"Hey, Ikuto, how did you make Amu cry?" Kukai asked Ikuto. Ikuto was sitting in a chair, drinking from a bottle of milk. They were still inside the building of their photo shoot. Kukai stood, but Nagi sat down on the couch next to Ikuto's chair. They were in the lobby.
"I didn't make her cry," Ikuto glared at the boy who never learned from his lesson of never mentioning Amu.
"But when I was in the café with her and Utau, she cried," He rethought his accusation.
"Why does that make me the guilty party here then?" Ikuto raised a brow.
"Well, while Utau and Rima were talking before she came, they complained you were the fault for her tears," He explained.
"When were you with Rima?" Nagi interrupted their discussion, standing up.
"Well, it was before Amu's outburst and your date, I think," He answered.
"Wait how is that you were there with them?" Ikuto asked out of pure curiousity.
"Hmmmm…" Kukai stared down, pondering over that. "Oh, right…" Ikuto and Nagi stared at the somewhat source of information. "Pure coincidence!"
"You're no help," Nagi scowled at the happy-go-lucky man.
"While we're at the topic of 'no help', Ikuto, about my question… How did you make her cry?" Kukai pulled out a piece of paper and pen, staring intently at the unfortunate man.
"I want to hear you say 'no help' again," Ikuto punched Kukai upside the head.
"I'm sorry, man. I was just curious," He put his hands up to surrender.
"I don't know. I kept my distance," The stressed man answered to the question, asking a question to himself of what he did.
"You're no help, either," Nagi scowled at the perplexed man.
"What would you want me to do?" Ikuto exclaimed.
"Apologize," Kukai and Nagi chorused in unison.
"Why should I? I did nothing," He threw his water bottle in a recycling bin.
"I know how much it would hurt your pride but…" Kukai put his hand on his right shoulder.
"We all know you were in the wrong, even if you don't know it," Nagi put his hand on Ikuto's other shoulder.
"Whatever I'm leaving, Idiots," He shook their hands off, standing up, and walking off.
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