Hey guys, it's Anya! Time for chapter seven, continuation of the sleep over at Ikuto's house! ;D
I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it (I was up until 2 in the morning writing, lol)!

Chapter Seven

"I'm sleeping on the floor, right?" I asked.

Ikuto and I were in his room. I was sitting on the edge of his bed and Ikuto was laying out a futon next to it. His room was pretty average. There was a neatly made bed, a bureau, and a desk with a chair. The entire room was filled with the same smell that his clothes gave off, except that his room had a warmer smell than his clothing. I tried not to breathe it in too much, afraid that it would once again intoxicate me.

As Ikuto straightened out the futon he replied, "Having a guest sleep on the floor would be rude. I'll be sleeping here."

I raised an eyebrow at him. What a gentleman… I wanted to make sure that he wouldn't regret it, so I asked, "You sure?"

Ikuto nodded his head and said, "Yeah, I'm fine."

The man can be quite decent sometimes, I thought to myself. I hadn't expected him to be so polite about everything. I guess even a rogue can come off as a knight in shining armor sometimes, right?

Ikuto finished straightening out the futon and asked, "Are you ready to go to bed?"

I dug through my duffel big, which was at the foot of Ikuto's bed, and found my contact case. I turned away from Ikuto and took out my new contacts, and put them in the case with the single one. When we were getting some of my stuff together before coming over to Ikuto's house, I had put in my new contact lenses.

"Yeah," I replied, putting my contact case back into my duffel bag.

I got underneath the covers as Ikuto turned off the light. Ikuto slipped into the futon, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I lied in the bed silently; the scent from the sheets was driving me crazy. It was so comforting and intoxicating that I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It was as if all of the angelic scents had been combined into one, overpowering scent of wonderfulness. Words could not even begin to describe it.

My eyelids began to grow heavy as I breathed in the scent. Almost reluctantly, my eyelids slowly closed. I was exhausted; my day had been tiring. All I wanted to do at that point was smell the scent of the sheets and sleep. And that's what I did, as I slowly drifted off into the land of oblivion, or, as most call it, sleep.

The next morning when I awoke, I didn't even open my eyes. I was so warm, and it felt as though I was safe from everything bad the world had to offer. The scent from the sheets was even stronger now, and I was sure to enjoy it. My arms were wrapped around something sturdy yet soft, I figured it was a pillow, it was giving off the same aroma as the sheets, except stronger. I buried my face into it, enjoying its scent to its fullest extent. Normally I wouldn't act like this, but since I was still half-asleep, I figured that it didn't matter in the slightest.

That's when I realized something was wrong. I felt something rather heavy lay across my side. I was beginning to come back to reality. My eyes were still closed, but I knew that something was wrong. The object that I thought to be a pillow was slowly moving, and the object was much larger than a pillow would ever be. Plus, the fact that it was pretty rock hard didn't make any sense to me.

Reluctantly, I slowly opened my eyes. In front of me was nothing except for a piece of black fabric. I moved my head so I could look up, and I almost exploded at what I saw. There in front of me, I could see the gentle sleeping face of the one, the only, Ikuto. My arms were wrapped around his lower abdomen, and my face had been burying into the area around his stomach and rib cage. We were both lying on our sides, and his arm had reached out so that it was pulling me in closer. I knew he was probably doing it unconsciously in his sleep, so I couldn't really blame him too much for that.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds. I took a deep breath. I opened my mouth, and did what any normal person would do. That's right, I screamed.

Ikuto woke up with a shock, and he immediately withdrew himself from me. Once I was free, I also withdrew myself away from him. The moment we were completely unattached I stopped screaming. Ikuto was now sitting against the wall of his room; I had blown him back pretty far with my scream. I was sitting up on the futon; rage was boiling inside of me.

"What do you think you're doing, you pervert?" I yelled at him.

Ikuto rubbed the back of his head. He replied coolly, "I did nothing."

I growled at him, "Then why were you next to me when I woke up?"

He answered back matter-of-factly, "You probably fell off the bed and clung to me. Don't blame me because you wanted someone to cuddle with."

I scowled at him; my eyes were on the brim of tears, not because I was about to cry, but because my eyes were always watery when I woke up. I could already barely see without my contacts, so it was hard for me to tell what Ikuto's expression was like.

"Whatever." I calmed myself down and returned to my indifferent self. I grabbed my contact case out of my duffel bag and stormed into the bathroom.

Before the bathroom door had the chance to slam, I caught it and slowly shut it. I put my contact lenses in and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like crap. My pink hair was tangled up and all over the place. My honey colored eyes was dull, and they lacked their usual shine. I splashed my face with water a few times, trying to wake myself up.

I grabbed the tube of toothpaste that sat next to the sink. Since there was only one tooth brush, I squirted a little bit of toothpaste onto my finger and cleaned my teeth the best that I could. The toothpaste was minty and thick, and it made my mouth feel like I had just come out of a dentist's office. Wow, did I ever just sound like one of those toothpaste commercials. I rinsed out my mouth and left the bathroom, not even wanting to know what might lie ahead of me.

Ikuto was in his bedroom putting the futon back into his closet. He seemed pretty tired, just like me, except that he still looked handsome, despite his disgruntled appearance. I tried clearing my head, what was I thinking?

"Get dressed; we're going out for breakfast." Ikuto informed me. He looked up at me and smirked. "That is, unless you want to eat ramen for breakfast."

"I think I'd rather go out for breakfast, thank you very much." I said while scratching the back of my head.

I grabbed my duffel bag and went back to the bathroom to change. I practically ripped his clothes off of my body, wanting to get rid of the alluring scent. I dug through my bag and pulled out a small plastic bottle of apple body spray. I thought I would probably end up using it, and I was totally right. I sprayed my entire body with it, trying to get rid of his scent.

Stupid, pervert! I'll show him who smells good! I tried to clear my head of what had happened that morning. I was completely overreacting, but I had no idea how else I was supposed to react to this.

I changed into a black tank top and a pleated black skirt. I threw on a black sweatshirt with thin, hot pink stripes and a hood that took the form of bunny ears. I pulled on a pair of mid-thigh high black socks and sprayed myself with apple body spray again, making sure to get rid of Ikuto's deadly man aroma.

"Where do you want me to put these clothes?" I asked, holding the clothes that Ikuto had lent me.

Ikuto had already changed into day clothes. He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt with a design of a red cross on it. He also wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a white belt with sets of two holes going all the way around. His shirt was tucked into his jeans, which actually, looked pretty cool.

He was slipping into a black sweatshirt when he said, "Just put them in the hamper over there." I looked over to the left corner of the room closest to the door, and surely enough, there was a small white hamper. I dropped the clothes into it, seeing my clothes from the previous day on the top.

As he put on a pair of white socks, I told him, "I'm taking you grocery shopping today."

He looked up at me with the most awkward expression I've ever seen. He asked, "What for?"

I sighed. I had spent the entire night at his house and he was even buying me breakfast, I thought that the only way I could repay him was by making sure he was eating right before I left.

"Your eyes must be as dull as your stomach," I told him. "You're kitchen is practically empty. We're definitely going shopping for food."

He grimaced at me and sighed. He asked, "You're not letting that go, are you?"

I shook my head and replied, "No way."

We left for breakfast soon enough. We ended up eating at a family restaurant that was down the street from Ikuto's apartment building. I didn't eat too much, especially since I was already a light eater to begin with. Ikuto, on the other hand, ate like there was no tomorrow. Neither of us spoke too much during breakfast, we pretty much just ate in silence. I suppose the only thing notable about breakfast was Ikuto's obscene appetite.

Once the bill was paid and we were finished eating, we left for the grocery store. In order to get to the grocery store we had to pass through town square, where all of the shops, boutiques, and arcades were. Kids between my age and Ikuto's age were running around town square and having fun. Seeing them made me feel a pang of jealousy inside, but I knew that being alone was my choice. Besides, who needs friends, right?

As we walked passed an arcade, something bright red caught my eye. I stopped immediately to see what it was. Behind a glass window, in the middle of a sea of stuffed animals, it was sitting upright. It was a crimson bear with a red bow tied around its neck. Its bright red color made it stick out from the other stuffed animals around it. I was so tempted to buy it, except I realized a very important fact. That red bear, which I wanted so badly, was within one of those tricky crane machines.

I grimaced at the machine. These things were so dastardly. Each one had cute stuffed animals arranged in some random way. Every machine would have bright flashing colors, attracting your attention to it. The little sticker plastered onto the window from the inside that had the sign saying "50¥" on it drew you in. You think, "Oh it's only fifty yen. Why not give it a shot?" Then, of course, you lose. So you decide not to give up and you try over and over. Instead of paying that quick fifty yen, you end up paying well over five hundred yen. I knew how these machines worked, and I was not giving in.

"What are you frowning at?" Ikuto walked up behind me, resting his chin on the top of my head, since he was a head taller than me, he was in the perfect position to do so.

Instead of glaring up at him I continued to stare at the machine. I answered, "Nothing."

"Do you want something?" He asked me. "If you want something, I'll win it for you."

I grimaced even more. That was another way crane machines got their money. Men always wanted to impress the girls that they were with, so they would always try to win them something from the crane machine.

"I don't want anything." I replied coolly.

Ikuto wouldn't buy that. "Just tell me what you want, I'll get it."

I realized that he wasn't going to give in so easily. We both had one thing in common: we were stubborn. I sighed and said, "Fine, I want that red bear." I pointed at the red bear, oh how I wanted it so. I felt like a little kid again, acting so selfish and wanting whatever material possessions caught my eye.

Ikuto pulled out some coins and pushed them into the slot. In total he paid a good one hundred yen, which would buy him three tries. He obviously wasn't so confident to think he could get it on one try, but then again, only idiots were confident they could win on their first try.

He clicked the "Start" button. He moved the crane over to the red bear, not really making sure whether or not it was positioned perfectly over the red bear, but just so that it was close enough. He clicked on the "OK" button and the crane dropped. The crane went right on top of the bear. But as it came up, it could only close in on the bear's ear, which unfortunately, was not enough to pull it up.

"It's possible." He told me. "This crane's tricky, though. It's pretty flimsy."

People were gathering around now to watch Ikuto play the crane game. I remember this happening before when I was little and my father tried to win me something from a crane game. Majority of people find this game interesting when others are playing it, so they tend to gather around and watch. The second time Ikuto tried, it was another fail. The bear had almost gotten picked up, but he had just barely missed by a hair. I was embarrassed to admit it, but every time the crane almost grabbed the bear my heart both raised as it almost caught the bear, and sunk as it failed.

Ikuto turned around to me, ignoring the other people, and he promised me, "I'll get the bear within the next two tries. I promise."

This time it was his third try. He clicked the "Start" button like he had the previous two times. He was completely focused on the crane game. I had never seen anyone so focused on one thing before. He moved the crane around; he even looked at it from both sides of the machine before he finally dropped it. The crane dropped so it was just a centimeter off-center of the bear. A lot of people around us said, "He failed" or "Do you think he got it?" I had no idea what to think. Everything seemed to be moving slowly. The crane slowly moved upwards and closed itself. And what did it close itself on? It closed itself on the bear's head. My heart leapt as I saw the bear being carried by the crane up into the air. As the crane moved over to the deposit box, I could only think, "Don't fall! Don't fall!" as it advanced.

My heart almost stopped. It was unbelievable. All of Ikuto's hard work that had been put into the bear was unbelievable. His focus, his attitude, it was all unbelievable. So why was it when the bear was dropped into the deposit box, I felt like I should have never asked for it?

"That was awesome!" I could hear cheers from the crowd around us.

"Mister, how did you pull that off?" Little kids from around us were speaking to Ikuto as he p0ulled the red bear out of the machine.

"Years of practice." Ikuto replied. My mind was in jumbles as Ikuto dropped the bear into my hands. I had no idea what I was supposed to say. I was feeling so joyful, yet so regretful at the same time. Why was I so hesitant about receiving a bear? "I told you I'd get you what you wanted." He told me with a smile on his face. With all of this happiness around us, why was I the only one who seemed different? Why was I acting so strangely? Why?

Who knew that a bear could cause so much trouble? Will Amu ever figure out why she's acting so hesitant, or will she just get even more confused as time continues? Until next time!

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