A/N: Hi! Thanks for all the reviews- you guys are great! I'm glad that you like it!
Well, no more stalling- on with the story~!
Quick Side Note: Please excuse randomness, but Amu's kinda.... out there in this story. Ikuto's really OOC in this, also.
-----Recap~
"Class," she says, "today we have a new student. Please welcome Tsuikyomi Ikuto."
And in all of his hot glory, Ikuto steps in.
My Ikuto.
----End Recap!
"Tsuikyomi, please take a seat. Anywhere you like, there aren't that many choses in here anyhow..." She starts muttering about how stupid the principal is and how they expect her to teach a room filled with kids- I roll my eyes. Stupid teacher, that's your job.
Ikuto looks around, spots me, and plops into the seat next to me.
I turn my head to stare at- err, I mean, glare- at him.
"What?" he asks.
I scowl. "Where'd you go off to?" I whisper. "I was worried."
"What are you talking about?" he asks.
"You totally disappeared!" I throw my hands up in the air.
Ikuto laughs. "Cute. What's your name?"
I narrow my eyes again. "Fine. Play that game. I can play it, too," I mutter, turning away from him.
Asshole.
As soon as the bell rings, I bolt from my seat. Though, I should remind myself, I can't stay mad at Ikuto. But really! He could have at least told me that he had super powers! From only my eyes to see, to becoming completely visible... Damn him. I should have known something like this would happen.
I march my way to science only to see Ikuto sitting in the seat next to mine, turned around talking to some jock.
What the Hell? Ikuto was never into becoming friends with jocks. He even urged me to snap at them all the time!
I walk over to my seat- damn table making us sit so close, damn me never having a partner- slam my books down, and sit down.
I miss my chair completely.
I look up and glare at Ikuto, who is currently laughing his non-imaginary ass off, and huff. He looks down at me. "It wasn't me," he says.
I stick out my lower lip, still glaring at him, and cross my arms.
The jock Ikuto was talking to cracks up.
Ikuto gets off his chair and helps me up. "You okay?" he asks.
I sit down- not missing my seat this time- thank God- and flip my hair over my shoulder. "I'm not talking to you," I declare.
Ikuto and the jock guy are then sent into another laughing fit.
"D-dude, she always like this. But usually she says it to the air."
I turn around to look at the jock. "Who are you?" I question, glaring.
His eyes widen. "Hinamori! That's just mean! I've sat behind you the whole year!"
"You have?"
The jock places a hand over his heart in mock pain. "Ooh~! The agony, the-"
"Shut up and tell me who you are so I don't have to keep calling you "The Jock" in my head!" I snap.
He blinks. "Soma Kukai."
"Are you on the basketball team?"
Kukai grins. "No, but I heard about you beating the shit outta Tadase."
"That wasn't me, I didn't touch him. It was Ikuto."
Kukai and Ikuto exchange glances.
I sigh. Boys...
"Okay, right now I'm thinking that it wasn't this Ikuto, but it was my Ikuto," I explain.
"Your Ikuto?" Ikuto asks.
I nod. "Yeah, my Ikuto. I think he's my imaginary friend, but he disappeared last night. That's why I thought that you were him. I mean, you look just like him, you talk like him, you're as tall as him.... Why are you so damn tall?"
"I think you have a stalker, dude. She's known for being crazy. Though, in her defense-"
"You can't really defend me if you jut offended me," I say.
Kukai rolls his eyes and continue. "In her defense, I have heard her yell at someone she calls Ikuto. He's the air that she talks to."
Ikuto rolls his eyes and turns to me. "You aren't crazy," he says. "Everyone else is."
My mouth drops. This is my Ikuto, weather he likes it or not.
"Um, did I say something wrong?" he asks.
"What's your favorite animal?" I ask. I knew the answer, I just wanted to see if he did.
He blinks. "A cat?"
I nod. "That's correct..." I mutter.
Both boys stare at me, dumbfounded. "Hey, Kukai, Tadase here today?" I ask.
Kukai nods. "Yeah, that's how I found out. One of his eyes are swolen shut- it's black- and his jaw has a bruise on it, too. You're gonna make some friends and enimies from doing that by the way. Count me as a friend!" He gives me a thumbs up and a ear-to-ear grin.
"I'd rather not."
Kukai looks shocked.
"Doesn't your face hurt from smiling like that?"
"What? Uh, no..."
"Huh. Mine would."
Ikuto smirks. "That's because you have a small face," he says. Ikuto pinches my cheeks and pulls them appart.
"Ow, ow, ow, you buttmuncher, lemme go~!" I whine.
Ikuto laughs. "Buttmuncher?"
"Yeah, that's what Gismo from the Teen Titans called Cyborg. I think he called everyone on the team that a few times..."
"Whoa! I used to love the Teen Titans!" Kukai says.
"I liked the show, but the comic book was way better."
"I liked the show, read the old comic book, and then read the newer comic book. The newer on is the best," Ikuto adds.
I nod. "The old one kinda sucked."
For the rest of the class, our inner nerds came out of us and we talked about our favorite comic books and super heros. It was a lot of fun. I was glad that I could talk about this kind of stuff with Ikuto and not get those why-is-that-crazy-chick-talking-to-air-about-comic-books-slash-super-heros looks. Instead, we only got a few weird glances and laughed our asses off every time we did.
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Kukai was a great friend. And it only took me a few hours to realize that. I can't believe I never noticed him before!
Ikuto always kept me busy...
I instently felt sad. Ikuto had completely forgotten me. It was like he was brainwashed or-
"AMU!"
I screech and jump back. I put one hand over my mouth and another out in front of me.
Kukai and Ikuto laugh. "Ready for lunch, Strawberry?" Ikuto asks.
I nod and follow them into the cafeteria- I didn't go in there much. Usually I packed my lunch, but when they serve that pie.... Damn, that's some good pie...
Ikuto looks back at my. "What's good pie?"
I feel my face flush. "Oh. I said that out loud? Crap."
"All kidding aside, guys. Here comes Tadase," Kukai warns.
Ikuto grabs my hand. "Mind if I take the place of your imaginary friend for a bit?"
I shake my head. No, I didn't mind. Because I will make him realize that he is my imaginary friend.
Tadase walks up to me, taking notice of the two guys standing at my side. He cocks an eyebrow. "Well, well, look who's finally joining the real world."
"Lame," I say.
His good eye narrows at me. "What was that you little-"
"Back away, Tadase," Kukai says. "Or do you want this girl to kick your ass again?"
Tadase freezes. He backs away, like told, and smirks. "Please, I let her hit me. I wasn't about to just hit a girl, I just wanted to talk."
"Bull poopie!" I inject. "You didn't just want to talk! Is yelling out "Get the crazy chick" called just wanting to talk? Jeez, and you gave me a bruise on my stomach! Ass."
Tadase's frozen, and Ikuto's hand grips mine tighter. "He hit you?" Ikuto asks, venom dripping through every word.
Both Kukai and Ikuto are stiff, like they're both ready to kill. "That's totally uncalled for," Kukai says. "You had and have no right. That's something you should have included into your story, man."
Ikuto takes a step forward. "You better go away before both of your eyes are black."
Tadase hesitates, but backs down, walking to his table.
Ikuto looks down at me. "You alright? Where'd he hit you?"
"Come on, Amu, let us see the damange," Kukai adds.
We go up to the roof. "It's not that bad," I say, lifting up my shirt.
They stare at me with shock.
"That's it," Ikuto mutters darkly. "That little bastard's gonna get the shit beat out of him."
Kukai nods. "Not that bad? It's almost as bad as what you did to him-"
"I keep telling you guys, I didn't do anything. It was him-" I point to Ikuto- "not me."
Ikuto blinks. "Okay, say that I did do that to him-"
"You did! I know that you're my imaginary friend."
Ikuto sighs. "How would an imaginary friend do that to a person? I mean, if they're imaginary..."
".... Well, you're here now, aren't you?"
Ikuto frowns. "What's that s'pose to mean?"
I shake my head. "Stupid! If you're here now then that means that you weren't imaginary at all! Come on! Were you in a coma?"
"No."
"Ever had an out-of-body experance?"
"Unless you're talking about sex-"
"La, la, la! I'm not listening! I'm not listening!"
Kukai laughs. "Dude, I think she's innocent."
Ikuto smirks and looks at me. "Seriously?"
I stick out my bottom lip slightly. "Yeah, so?"
"What'd ya mean 'so'? Ikuto, dude, let's hook her up with someone!"
"Hook her up? I was thinking about keeping her to myself...."
"Pervs!"
Come to think of it... Ikuto was a pervert, too. More proof.
Da evidence clear. Muhahaha.
"Aw, Amu, you know you love me," Ikuto says.
"But," Kukai injects, "you love me more."
"Psh, yeah, right. Do you look like her imaginary friend? She wouldn't even know you if it hadn't been for me-"
"Whatever, dude! I totally would've introduced myself if I wanted to!"
"Really?"
".... Probably...."
"You sure?"
"Shut up, asshole."
"You shut up, di-"
"Both of you shut up!" I yell.
The boys whip there heads towards me.
Ikuto nods. "Okay. But who do you love more?"
"Neither of you. You both annoy me."
Both faces fall. "But, Amu," Ikuto whines, "I love you."
"Yeah!" Kukai says. "Spread a little love!"
"Psh, no."
Ikuto shakes his head. "That's just not right.." he mutters.
I can tell that they are nowhere near dropping the subject. Immature boys. Boys are so freaking immature, I swear. I mean, come on! They call girls unreasonable, but they themselves are unreasonable. They're all just mad that us girls are so awesome....
Ikuto and Kukai bust out laughing.
"Oh, bullcrackers. I said that our loud, didn't I?"
Kukai just laughs harder and Ikuto's laughing so hard that there are tears forming in his eyes. When they finally get ahold of themselves, Ikuto slings an arm over my shoulders and kisses my right temple. "I love you," he says.
I nod. "I know."
Kukai chuckles. "I love you, too, Amu!"
"I know. Thank you."
"You stole that from Two and a Half Men," Ikuto says.
"Yep. That show rocks."
"Shabang!" Kukai says.
"Booyeah!" I yell.
".... You guys took all of the good ones...." Ikuto mutters, turning his head to the side.
I smile. "Waa! You look so cute when you're upset!" I run in front of him and pinch his cheeks. "Cute~!" I giggle.
Ikuto frowns. "Let go."
"I dun wanna~!"
Kukai laughs in the background.
"You're cheeks are really soft. What kind of face wash do you use?"
Ikuto rolls his eyes, but answers anyways. "The guy kind that my mom buys me. Can you let go now?"
"Fine," I say, crossing my arms and puffing out my cheeks.
I love these guys.
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A/N: This chapter..... It was so freakin' stubborn! I mean, it just wouldn't end! 2,300+ and still rollin'. OMFREAKIN'G! I was finally like, "You know what? I'll end it with something random. And weird. And, quite frankly, I wasn't expecting it to end with "I love these guys." I was expecting, oh, I dunno.... RANDOMNESS?!?! Oh, my, old geezers. This story is perfect for me, seeing as I'm completely random and all.
Another thing, I'm glad that so many people like it! I was surprised to find that. I guess it's like my story Perverted to Innocent, What Happened to You?, huh? On that one I thought "Hmm, three reviews per chapter. That's all I want, 'cause I know that this isn't any good, so just enough to make me keep writing it!" and I got over 300 reviews by the time I finished.
Well, before I leave, I'm gonna give everyone an update on my life.
I have two guys I like right now- isn't that great?! (Sarcasm.) Yay. Joy. Woohoo.
And dance is going great- I feel less and less embarrassed about those dances everyday..... (I'm not too sure if that's a good thing.... -.-)
Okay, that's it. Please review, give me your honest thoughts and stuff.
~Layla Smiles