Hey guys, it's Anya! I'm not so sure what I should write about here this time... except that I've been writing a lot just because this story is so exciting to me and I hate holding back on chapters and such! x3
But I wanted to clarify two things which I've been meaning to do but have kept on forgetting to do:
Saturday School- This was mentioned in the previous chapter. In Japan, some schools go to school either: Monday-Saturday, Monday-Friday, or they might go Monday-Friday and then have a half day of school on Saturday. I realized that Seiyo Elementary does this from watching the anime (hehe ;3) and so I thought I would make a reference to that.
119- This is mentioned in chapter three and five. 119 is like the Asian version of 911. I know they use 119 in Taiwan, but I'm not 100% sure if they use it in Japan, so I decided to be safe and use 119. So... yeah ;D
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Chapter Five

119! I'll call 119! I exclaimed in my head, realizing that I had an idea. I sat with my back against my door; my father was stirring from tripping and would probably be pounding on it at any second. I pressed the first one on my cell phone only to realize that it wouldn't help me. If they came, they'd probably wonder what a thirteen year old girl was doing all by herself, and why Ryuu-san wasn't here. I didn't have any emotional attachments to Ryuu-san, but it could be possible that she could. What would happen if I left her? I had no one to call. Ryuu-san was too far away to help me. So what was I going to do? I only knew two phone numbers—

"You know Fujibayashi Ryuu's phone number and you probably know the phone number of 119. If your little Ryuu is busy and you're in dire need of help, it's not safe to only rely on 119."

Those words from Ikuto were ringing in my head. I opened up my phone and looked at my contacts. There they were: Tsukiyomi Ikuto and Okazaki Akatsuki. I could call Akatsuki, but he had a broken leg so he might get even more badly injured. The only other person I could call was Ikuto. I selected his contact, and all I had to do was press the send button.

"Amu-chan; let me in!" My father was pounding against the door. My heart and body jumped, and my phone fell out of my hand. "Amu-chan, I'm your father! I love you! Let me in, Sweetheart!"

His words were filled with emotion, but the emotion was not one I would call love. He was probably too drunk to remember anything. I curled up into a ball and put my hands over my ears. I didn't want to hear him at all. I could only think of the incident from seven years ago. I probably would have died if our neighbors hadn't come and saved me. Now it was different. Ryuu-san's neighbors kept to themselves and never really talked to us. I knew that they wouldn't come to help; they would just complain about it being noisy or say "Oh, I wonder what's going on?" but they wouldn't help.

"Go away!" I screamed. "Leave me alone!"

"Amu-chan, I'm sorry! I love you! Let me in!" My father's words did not sound sincere. They sounded like something he wanted to say seven years ago, but not something that he wanted to say now.

No matter how I tried to cover or plug my ears, I could still hear him and the pounding against the door was shaking my entire body. "Go away! I hate you! Leave me alone!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, although I knew that no one would come and save me.

My mind wanted to block it all out as my father screamed repetitive words. I knew he didn't mean it, I knew he was just saying it because he felt guilty. He was only saying it for self-satisfaction. He was acting selfishly, although I, too, was acting selfishly. I wanted him to leave, but at the same time I wanted him to stay and hear him sincerely say that he loved me. I only wished for sincere words, yet all I ever got was a bunch of bull coming from their mouths.

"Just go away!" I screamed at him constantly. I knew that he would not leave. I also knew that no one would save me, but I still shrieked, "Somebody save me, please!"

The banging stopped immediately, but it was followed by a large thump. My heart skipped a beat. Was it God? Angels? Had my suffering truly been exchanged? Although I wanted to open the door and see what had happened, I staid completely stilled. He may have just fallen asleep, I told myself. The fear rose back up again, and I only pulled myself in closer, forming a tighter ball.

"Amu, are you okay?" The voice was different this time. It was a low, husky voice that made me want to forget everything. "Amu, everything's fine now, open up."

I wanted to believe the voice so much. However, my mind told me that I shouldn't believe everything that I hear. If I did believe everything that I hear, I would have believed my father when he told me that he loved me just now. I tried to squeeze into a tighter ball, but soon I was as tight as I could be.

"I don't believe you!" I spoke back to the voice. I had no idea who it was, so I wasn't going to give in.

The lock on my door popped open, and the door was swung open. I fell backwards, now that there was nothing to support me anymore. My ball was kept in perfect balance, though, and I shut my eyes tightly and my hands were kept over my ears.

"Open your eyes, Amu." The voice told me. "If you stay there with your eyes shut, you'll never know what might happen to you."

The voice was right. Closing my eyes while in the midst of others was not something I wanted to do right now. However, my entire body hesitated. I wanted to believe that opening my eyes was okay, but my mind and body knew better. That's when I decided on something. Even if it wasn't okay, I was still going to face this head on. No matter what might become of me, I was going to face this problem without any regrets.

I slowly opened my eyes to see whom the voice was coming from. Once again for the day, I was caught in utter shock. Right above me was a pair of sympathetic sapphire eyes. I slowly released my body from the ball I had squeezed into, and I just lied there, staring up into those eyes.

"Ikuto?" I wanted to confirm his identity.

"Yeah," Ikuto answered.

How had Ikuto known that I needed help? How did Ikuto know where I live? Why was Ikuto here? Had he been in the neighborhood, heard some yelling and screaming, and then decided to come on in and help out? I mean, my father had been screaming my name so it shouldn't have been too hard to figure out.

"Why are you here?" I asked him bluntly. I returned back to my apathetic self, there was no way I was going to let him see me when I was scared beyond belief.

Ikuto raised an eyebrow and said, "You're the one who called me."

This time it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "I never called you."

Ikuto crouched down so his face only about thirty centimeters away from mine. His sapphire eyes were glistening, and his navy blue, no midnight blue; hair was shining in what little moonlight was in my house.

"I received a phone call from a contact called Hinamori Amu, and I could hear screams of 'Let me in, Amu! I love you!' and 'Go away! Leave me alone!'" He explained to me coolly with a little bit of irritation in his voice. "Once I ran around for a little bit I stumbled upon your house, hearing something similar. Do you want to try telling me that you didn't call?"

I remember wanting to call Ikuto, but I never actually did. I was going to call him, but then… what did happen? Oh, right, my phone dropped onto the floor. When I dropped my phone, the send button must have been pressed and called Ikuto. That was the only explanation I could think of.

"If I called you then it wasn't on purpose." I replied coolly.

He sighed; he probably realized that this conversation wasn't going anywhere. He changed the topic, "So who is that guy over there, anyway? Is he your ex-boyfriend or something?" He then asked teasingly, "And you called me a pedophile?"

I grimaced at his ignorance. I answered, "I don't date old men."

He smirked and said, "I was just joking."

"You joke too much." I informed him.

He stopped smirking and asked, "So are you going to tell me who he is or not?"

I closed my eyes with the irritation I had with his questions. I answered bluntly, "I believe that that's none of your business."

If I let Ikuto know about my past, it would show him that I trusted him in the least. I didn't want to get involved with anyone if I could help it. My heart may have yearned for love like any human's heart would, but my heart had a greater yearn for not being hurt again. I wanted to make sure that my heart got what it wished for the most.

"I believe I have a right to know." Ikuto's voice never faltered from his indifference. He pointed out, "I did save you, after all."

I opened my eyes to see that his face was a little closer than before. He was grimacing, and even with his grimace he still looked handsome. I looked away from him, I was afraid that if I looked into his eyes for much longer I might end up saying things that I didn't want to say.

"Fine, I'll tell you." I felt a light blush come to my cheeks. I was embarrassed to admit it to him. "Just promise that you'll leave me alone afterwards."

Ikuto sighed and said, "Fine."

I looked back up into his eyes with determination; my blush had completely left my face. I knew that Ikuto was in no way doing this out of love or affection. He was only doing it because… because of pity! That's right! He was only here because he pitied me, no other reason. Well, at least that's what I tried to convince myself with at the time.

"He's my father." I admitted, as embarrassing as it was to call that man my father.

Ikuto raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why won't you let your own father in?"

I frowned. Although, I had no right to blame him, since he had no idea of my situation. I explained, "I don't live with him. I live with my foster mother, Fujibayashi Ryuu." I knew that he would recognize my foster mother's name once I said it, so I was sure to add that in.

He lowered his eyebrow and was silent. He scratched his head a little bit, as if he was thinking about something difficult. He stood up straight and said, "All right, get a change of clothes and we'll leave."

"Huh?" I pulled my eyebrows closer together. I got up slowly, making sure that I wouldn't experience a head rush. "What are you talking about?"

Ikuto sighed and explained, "Isn't it obvious? You can't stay here tonight. Your father will only come back and make a ruckus again. He'll come back no matter what, but at least this way you won't be bothered by it. Got it?"

I frowned even more. Where exactly did he intend for me to go? "So where am I supposed to go?" I asked, trying to clarify the question.

His lips curved upward into a mischievous smirk. He pointed to himself with his thumb and said, "My house."

Ooh lala, an invitation to Ikuto's house. What will happen next as Amu finds her average life changing continuously due to meetings with this strange man?

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