Sorry I haven't written for a while, guys! A lot has happened the whole time I wasn't writing, aha… anyways! Back to our story~
[ P.S. I hope I made up for it by uploading those 2 last chapters. :3]
It was finally lunch time for Amu. She felt partially drained from the whole day; straight from the hospital she was put into school. And high school, no less? She was only 6th grade level! How was she going to learn all of this stuff? Honey would help me, she thought hopefully.
She was relieved when the bell rang right on the dot. Time for a nice, quiet-
"Luna-san!" Kiyomi's voice rang in her ears already. She face-palmed. Trying to sound not irritated and without a migraine, she looked up slowly, smiling softly. "Kiyo-chan, would you mind keeping it down a bit for me?" she said sweetly. "See, my first day and all… I would like a bit of quiet right now, please?" she asked politely.
"Sure, sure." She giggled quietly, putting a finger to her lips. Kiyomi was a sweet girl, as to Luna's eyes, and actually kind of pretty. Her glasses and braids what were added to her intelligent factors. Maybe that's why she was befriending Amu.
Maybe her intelligent features warded off others.
"Hello, my friends." Haoru pulled up a chair beside the ladies. "What is for lunch today?" he clapped his hands together. "Haoru-kun!" Kiyomi and Amu perked up. Amu wasn't as obvious, as Kiyomi was alert as a cat.
"What do you ladies have for lunch?" he asked, pulling out his lunch box and setting it on Amu's desk. It was a pure red hanker-chief that wrapped around the object that appeared square shaped. He unwrapped it to reveal a small silvery-black bento. "What do you have, Haoru-kun?" Kiyomi asked.
He lifted the lid to show a packed in serving of rice, a small salad, and a sausage omelet with a little ketchup tube. "Aww, that looks so good! Right, Luna-san?" Kiyomi looked over at Amu giddily. Amu was busy ruffling through her backpack for her lunch, too.
"Here is!" she pulled out a violet hanker-chief with a baby blue butterfly on it. "Ahh, cute!" Kiyomi awed. Amu unwrapped the cloth, lifted the brown lid off the red box, and found fried rice, a salad, and 3 shrimp dumplings with a little note stuffed inside.
Eat with care. P.S. it's poisoned ;)
Utau
Amu chuckled at Utau's dry humor. "Man, I can't wait for the new sauna trip next week, guys!" Kiyomi put an arm around Amu and Haoru. "I know, right?" Haoru smiled. "It sounds like a lot of fun. Hot baths, no homework, and we'll be in the mountains without parents." Kiyomi sighed dreamily.
"Yee! Tsukiyomi-senpai!" we heard a high voice squeal. Amu's eyes widened, surprise with a bit of fear behind them. "Luna." He came over to my desk, between me and Kiyomi. "Tsukiyomi-kun? What brings you here?" Kiyomi chirped. He shot a dark glare at her. She began eating at Haoru's lunch. "H-hey!" he stuttered.
"Come with me." Ikuto picked up Amu by the arm roughly. "Oww!" she winced. She knew she couldn't get out of his grip, so she grabbed her lunch box to eat once they got where they were. "Hoshina-san?" Haoru called after them.
Ikuto had brought her to the courtyard: the same courtyard where she bled to death as he walked away with another girl. He launched her towards the tree in the middle. She looked to her left of her dying spot; the others had done a good job of cleaning the blood, but it stained the pavement leaving a large maroon blob.
"Who are you?" he looked at her hard. She gulped; those eyes were a weakness of hers. Even if his eyes were hard as stone, there was a doubt in her heart that let her hold on to him.
That he might still love her.
She leaned against the tree, munching on her lunch, trying to act uncaring but failed. Her hand shook as she picked up the egg with her chopsticks. His eyes still focused on her.
"I'm Utau's twin sister." Her voice cracked.
"I'm her brother." He humphed, taking a step towards her.
"Why're you bothering me?" Amu asked, mentally fist-pumping that her voice was steady and annoyed. "Because I know my sister; she has no twin." He rested his hand on the tree next to Amu's head. Her heart thumped.
"Tell me, and I'll leave you alone." He stared her in the eyes. Amu was shaking inside, but her new body was almost separated from her state of mind sometimes. She was glad, staring him back hard in the face as well.
Remember, Ikuto. Remember!
Then Ikuto took a small intake of breath, eyes widening with shock.
He saw who it was. The honey colored eyes gave it away, didn't they dude?
He was too choked for words but stifled a heavy, hoarse, "A-Amu?" she slipped away from between him and the tree. "Luna." She finished her lunch. Yeah, their staring contest was that long.
He covered his mouth with his hand, eyes tearing. She heard a soft sob escape his throat. She turned to be greeted with a hug. "I-Ikuto?" her eyes watered, too, feeling Ikuto's chest heave against hers. "A-Amu. I'm so glad you're alive." He hugged her tight, as if he planned on never ever letting go.
"Ikuto." She sighed through her tears, pushing him away gently. His face glazed with hurt. She head to tell him. "I can't. Not when you're with her." Amu cried. She cried even more because her sobs came from a voice she did not know.
"Amu, please, let me explain." Her eyes started to hurt. "It's not what you think." He wiped his tears with his sleeve. But something about the way he said it…
It made her snap.
"Not what I think?" she asked angrily. He blinked. "Not what I think, Ikuto?" Amu yelled even louder. "When you left me to die for her, it's not what I THINK?" She started to glow a bright yellow. "Charanari!" Honey popped out of god knows where.
"Another Chara?" Ikuto stared as Amu was consumed by a yellow light. "Honey! Animus! Boogie!" Amu sang as she landed on the ground. She had on a white leotard that covered only the left of her body, a gold collar with a ruby as an amulet and that connected to golden sleeves, three layers of golden veil which got shorter as from top to bottom connected to her hips, gold ballet shoes, and black tights. And she had a ruby butterfly holding up her long hair on the left of her head. Her honey eyes had a red tint to it, but it actually made them slightly orange.
"Chara Nari: Honey Ricochet!" Amu posed with a high bent leg and a long, gold broad sword in her hand. "Honey? What kind of character is this?" Amu looked at herself, up and down. "One of revenge, Amu. That is what you had dreamed while you were in your coma this whole time." She heard Honey laugh evilly inside her head.
"Honey Stab!" she launched at Ikuto, but luckily he had his ears and tail popped. "Amu, calm down." He hung from a branch. "No! I refuse to listen to you!" she launched her sword which reacted as a boomerang. "Malice Throw!" it grazed the bottom of his shoe, but she had missed. She hadn't intended on trying to hurting Ikuto, but she had to let her anger out on him. He wronged her and made her mad, but sickened her for still being in love with someone who just… walked away.
"Amu, we need to talk." Her heart would thump every time he'd say her name, making it harder for her to move further attacking him.
"Ahh! The bell!" She wanted to just run away from it all. How cruel he had been to her, how hard she had fallen for him. It was hard to do undo either.
She unchanged the Charanari and ran to class, but Ikuto wasn't far behind. "Amu!" he yelled. "It's Luna when we're in school!" she ran up the stairs to the second floor. "I'll meet you later, after school, okay?" she huffed as she reached the second flight.
"Thank you." He smiled softly, not even showing difficulty running.
"Bye." He kissed her forehead and went up the stairs.
She ran to class as fast as she could, her butt hitting the chair the same time the bell rang for afternoon classes.
"Where were you and Tsukiyomi-kun?" Kiyomi whispered.
"We had a race." Amu lied, knowing if it were about Ikuto, Kiyomi was very gullible.
"Explains why you're so red." She giggled as the teacher called her out for talking.
But that wasn't why she was red.
The touch of his lips burned her forehead, leaving a long-lasting linger as she tried to focus and take notes. But she couldn't. It was too obvious to her:
She was in it deep for Ikuto.