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Chapter 4:

"A revolution there was shortly found,

Inside that color-coded town,

Some happy, some enraged,

So they marched on over to the place where..."

Ikuto's P.O.V.

I walked confidently, clutching the plastic handles of the shopping bag to my right which contained my daily gift to my certain special someone. Of course the bag was needed in case anyone saw me with such items as a bouquet of gray flowers. After all, I was breaking the town's law.

Suddenly, I found myself stopping in my tracks. I peered around the corner I was just about to turn and narrowed my eyes in anger as I saw a police car parked right beside mine and Amu's alley. I cursed under my breath, realizing it must have been that nosy policeman who caught me the first time I gave Amu gray flowers.

Deciding not to turn the corner, I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and texted my beloved pinkette. "Could you meet me behind the supermarket from now on instead?"

As I had assumed, Amu didn't ask questions. I loved that about her. She agreed to the new meeting area in the form of a timid response. She was so cute. She must have been embarrassed by what happened the day before. Wanting to make her blush wherever she was, I smirked and texted her back, "See you then, my love."

Allowing myself a chuckle, I made my way to the supermarket.

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"Amu..." I grinned as I saw her appear behind the supermarket, gazing at her with affection. Behind my affectionate gaze, however, she was blushing like a maniac. I laughed softly, then pulled her into an embrace.

"I-Ikuto!" She seemed to be surprised by my sudden action, but soon accepted it and returned the hug. What she didn't expect was that I wasn't planning on letting her go anytime soon. Lovingly, I buried my face in her silky pink locks and inhaled her subtle but sweet smell, almost like freshly lit scented candles. I held her gently but passionately, running my fingers up and down her back and kissing the top of her head. "I-Ikuto..." She said again, this time with affection and a hint of embarrassment.

"I love you.." I found myself muttering as I embraced her. I could feel her skin grow warm from my words and I smirked softly, finally getting myself to pull away from her.

She was biting her lip, staring at me with nervousness. Don't be nervous around me, I love you so much... I wanted to whisper those words in her ear, make her cheeks turn a bright red, make her heart melt... I couldn't understand how I allowed myself to fall in love so quickly and easily, but I was glad that I did. I was in love with everything about her. Amu made me so happy...happy to have worked at the clothing store, happy to have lived in this damned town, happy to have been alive. I wanted to be by her side forever, no matter the consequence. "I will protect you..." I whispered, my smirk no longer present.

Amu gazed at me, confusion setting in her honey-colored orbs. So oblivious. Oblivious to what would happen if we were caught associating with the color gray. Oblivious to what they would do to us.

After forcing myself to break eye contact with the beautiful pinkette, I reached down to the plastic shopping bag and pulled out the day's bouquet. Amu flashed her brilliant smile; the smile that made it seem as if everything was okay in the world, and let her gentle and petite fingers brush against the gray petals.

"Hey guys, bring the stuff back here!"

Shocked, I ripped my gaze from Amu's beautiful face and stared at the group of teenage boys and girls appearing behind the supermarket. The boy who had called to his group of friends reached for a bag one of the other boys was holding. It contained a clump of greenish-brown substance, looking almost plant-like.

Amu gasped beside me, and I noticed her hands begin to shake. The group of friends were no older than the pinkette, and the situation we were currently in was risking our secret.

I noticed one girl turn her head away from the group and her gaze found it's way to Amu and I. Her eyes widened and she was soon pointing in our direction. "H-Hey! Those two people have gray!"

Multiple pairs of eyes fixed on what Amu and I were holding between us. I suddenly began to panic, trying to hide the bouquet by holding Amu close to me, but it was no use. The boy holding the bag of what seemed to be pot stuffed it in his pants quickly and began yelling. "There's gray here! Gray! They have gray!" He then dashed off, followed by his group of friends.

Damn them! They were breaking the law too, having that pot. Yet they rat us out like spoiled little brats and run away.

Suddenly, more people began showing up behind the building, wanting to see the commotion and who it was the teenagers said had gray. Among the crowd there was whispering. Before any police officers began showing up, I stuffed the bouquet in it's bag and grabbed Amu's hand, leading her away as fast as possible.

We ran through the shocked stares, trying to escape quickly. All of their gazes were burning into us, some exited, some angered.

"It will be alright!" I yelled to Amu over the voices of the people, pulling her close to me as we ran. Without thinking, I found myself dashing into the clothing store, Amu following behind me with panic.

"Amu? Ikuto-kun?"

I looked up from panting to the source of the voice, trying to catch my breath. Rima stood behind the counter, her eyes wide with surprise as she looked from Amu to me then back to Amu.

"What happened? Why were you two running?" She asked with confusion, walking around the counter toward us.

"We were caught..." Amu muttered almost to herself rather than to answer Rima's questions.

I dropped the bag I was holding, it's contents slipping out slightly, and turned toward the girl I loved. I wrapped my arms around her protectively. "We weren't caught. Not yet. The police don't know..."

"Police!?" Rima furrowed her eyebrows together, staring at us with uncertainty. Her gaze then flickered to the bag I had just dropped and gasped, placing a hand over her mouth. "G-Gray flowers? It couldn't be..."

"I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Rima..." Amu said softly as a tear rolled down her rosy cheek.

"I'll explain everything." I said, letting go of Amu and turning toward my co-worker.

Normal P.O.V.

The colorful town's streets were crowded as usual. Bright colors popped out from every direction, enough so that one may even be blinded. But all that was normal. What was different, however, was the color gray that was scattered throughout the streets. One or two children giggled in gray dresses, a few teenagers greeted their friends in gray shoes, and even a couple adults chose a gray shirt to associate with their outfit.

The signs outside each store still read the infamous words "We Don't Like Grays," yet most of them seemed to be scribbled on, scratched out, or painted over. Some signs even had graffiti reading "Gray rules!"

As much as the streets were covered with smiles while standing up for the color gray, however, the streets were also covered with glares, disappointed faces, and disapproving expressions. Half of the town hated the revolution that had begun, and half of the town embraced it.

"No..." The policeman sat in his police car outside the valley where he had been waiting for traces of the blue-haired boy breaking the law. "What is happening?" He asked to no one in particular, staring with horror as the town started to become painted with gray.

He got out of his car, rushing into the crowd of people. He wanted to intimidate the law-breakers, but none of their smiles and confidence seemed to fade.

"Why's everyone suddenly wearing gray?" He heard a man ask his wife, looking around the street with as much confusion as the policeman.

"You didn't hear, honey? Some blue-haired boy was spotted behind the supermarket giving a girl gray flowers the other night. Now everyone wants to rebel like him!" She giggled softly, walking up to a stand that had appeared to be selling gray purses.

So it was that blue-haired boy after all. I knew it. The policeman thought then marched back to his car and pulled out his two-way radio. "I know who started this gray revolution. Have some guys come with me behind the supermarket today."

~Chapter End~

Ooooh the story's getting interesting, just like how the song does! Haha I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I wanted it to have some suspense! Anyway, pleeeease review and tell me how you like the story because it means so much to me when you do! Thanks for everything! ^-^

~AmuletFortune98