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Chapter 6

Ikuto put on his sunglasses and a black and blue hoodie.

"Okay, Suzuki Ikuto, time to go and pay a visit to Amu," he said to himself with a smirk.

"Hey, Ikuto! Are you visiting Amu-chan again-nya?" Yoru asked, floating beside him.

"Yeah."

"Ikuto, when are you going to tell her-nya?"

Ikuto narrowed his eyes. "I don't know. We'll have to see."

"What if she isn't home-nya?"

"Hmm… then I'll wait for her to come home."

"Should I come with you-nya? I met her Chara-nya. They're nice-nya, especially Miki-chan!"

"No… Stay here tonight, Yoru."

"Eh-nya? But—"

"Yoru. Enough. I'm leaving." Yoru looked away sadly and Ikuto sighed. "I'll get you some catnip on the way home, okay?"

Yoru smiled and nodded, floating over to his egg to take a nap.

Ikuto opened the door and headed out to the streets to go and meet with his beloved Amu… all the while thinking if he should tell her the truth.

Ikuto soon reached her house and climbed onto the balcony. He was just about to tap on the glass, when he saw Amu in the room… crying her eyes out. Ikuto's eyes widened. Her Chara were around her and they were saying things to her, but he couldn't make out what exactly they were saying, but he could have sworn that he heard his name.

That's when he saw the small green Chara turn her head towards the balcony. Their eyes locked. The Chara spoke a few words to the other Chara and to Amu. Amu whipped her head up and looked at him. He looked back, wide eyed. Her eyes were bright red from crying and there were streams of tears coming from them. Amu's bottom lip quivered and she flopped onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows.

"Get him out of here!" he heard her shout. What the hell did I do? Ikuto was frozen. What did he do to make her so upset?

Ikuto slid open the balcony door and Amu sprung up from her bed.

"Get out of here!" she shouted. "What are you doing here?"

"Amu… Why are you so upset?" he asked. He stepped towards her. Amu glared at him and threw a pillow at him. He caught it easily.

"Like you don't know!" she shouted.

Ikuto took another step towards her. "No, I really don't."

"Amu-chan…," he heard her Chara say.

"Get away from me, Ikuto!" Amu shouted, picking up her alarm clock and throwing at him. He dodged it.

"Hey! Are you trying to hurt me?" he said back, trying to stay calm.

"Are you really that dumb?" Ikuto swiftly got to her side and pushed her against her wall.

"Amu… tell me what's wrong…" He was very close to her at that moment and started to lean in, but she pulled her arm out of his grasp and slapped him. He put his hand onto his own face, letting her go. "What did I do? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You're still acting innocent? Tell me this…" Amu stepped close to him and looked deep into his eyes. He could see pure fury. "Is your name Tsukiyomi Ikuto?"

No way. No way in hell.

"W-what?" Ikuto stuttered. She found out? How-? When-? he thought, his eyes wide.

"Answer me." He tone was stern. Ikuto dropped his head and looked away.

"Yes. My real name is Tsukiyomi Ikuto." He looked up at Amu to see her slightly shaking. All signs of fierceness and fury gone. Now… there was realization and… hurt.

"So… what he said… was true… You're really…" What WHO said? Ikuto thought looking at her helplessly.

"Is it really… that big of a deal?" he asked coolly. He didn't want to say this. He wanted to hold her in his arms and apologize. But… maybe it was it ego. Maybe he was too stuck up… Maybe…

"Yes." Tears were rolling down the sides of her face again. "Yes because you lied. To me. You lied."

"Amu…"

"You don't get it? Do you? Why didn't you tell me who you really are?"

"Amu… please. You don't understand. I had to lie about my identity. I wouldn't know if you really loved me for me or just because of my fame and fortune."

"Well here's a new problem, Iku—Tsukiyomi-san." Ikuto winced as he heard the honorific. "You lied to me. So how can I tell what was real and what was fake? If you had to lie to me… because you were scared I wouldn't like the real you… then that's a problem. And… if you lied… so easily about who you really were… and didn't think about telling me the truth… then how am I supposed to believe everything else you told me? Huh?"

"Amu! I wanted to tell you! I just… I just didn't know how and when and if I would ruing everything by telling you! Amu, I love you and I was scared that if I had told you who I really was, you would only see the famous violinist who's rich and handsome and you wouldn't get to know the real me and you wouldn't love me for who I really was!"

"But I still didn't get to know the real you, did I? I got to know this fake teenager named Suzuki Ikuto!"

"Amu… would it help if I said I was sorry?"

Amu looked away. "No." She had started to sob again and she sat down on the floor, burying her head in her hands. Ikuto didn't know what to say or do next. "And… I thought… I loved you…"

Ikuto looked at her. He was in pain. He slid down the wall and sat beside her. She was sobbing quietly beside him. "Amu…" He placed his hand on her head, but she shook it off. "Amu, you have to believe me… I never imagined that I would hurt you. Amu… please… I know I lied… but I really do care for you. Amu… Amu, I love you."

Amu raised her head slowly. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Prove it."

Ikuto smirked as he leaned inwards and kissed her lips. She was kissed back.

Ikuto could tell that some part of her had forgiven him, but he was not totally forgiven. The kiss slowly turned passionate and it lasted a while. When they finally parted, Ikuto gave her a smile.

"I love you, Amu."

"I love you, too Ikuto." Ikuto wrapped his arms around her and she nuzzled her face into his chest. They stayed this way for a while and then the facts were laid in front of him once more.

He would be gone in little less than two weeks. He would be gone for about a year. He would be away from Amu. And he had to tell that to Amu.