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In her practice room
Amu wore a sleeveless, red hoodie with black capris and black VANs. She had been practicing since the morning. She got to see Nagi in the morning since he had to leave at the afternoon, but she couldn't see anybody else.
"What is there to do?" Amu asked herself as she was walking down the hallways of Easter Records. She had already perfected the songs and just needed to practice then with her band mates, but they were too busy for her. Nagi had three photoshoots that were far away from each other and a drama he was guest starring for; Kukai had a photoshoot, another comercial for a watch company, and guest starring for some tv series; and Ikuto had a talk show to be at, a comercial for some cologne, and a drama that had made him be the antagonist. Even though Nagi told her to go to school, she wanted to ditch it since she already knew the rumors about her would worsen. Plus, it was already 7 P.M.
"I should have asked Kukai or Nagi if I could have gone with them. If I did, I would actually have something to do." She had reached a vending machine and examined the options. "Hmmm... there's coke, sprite, root beer, water, lemonade, gatorade, and tea... What would happen if I asked Ikuto?" Amu stopped looking at the vending machine, looking af into space. After a minute or two, she came back to reality.
"Why would I ask such a pervert? I'll just go to the cafe and see if they have strawberry milk," The girl turned around to see a group of female celebrities. In total, there were five girls excluding Amu.
"How dare you call Tsukiyomi-sama a pervert?" One of them practically screeched with the other girls backing her up. She seemed as if she was the leader.
"Cause he is one. Simple," The pinkette responded, heading the other way, but three of the girls covered that side quickly. The other way led to the other two girls which included the screeching banshee.
"Who do you think you are?" One of her underlings yelled, but there was no one but them.
"Hinamori Amu, his singing partner and bandmate," She stated her identity.
"Oh, we were looking for you for these past few days," The red headed banshee sneered.
"You found me, now what?" Amu glared at her.
"Girls, hold her down!" She motioned; they obeyed her command. One of them forced Amu to bow down in front of the leader, and another tied her wrists together with rope she brought along.
"Now listen closely, Pinky!" She grabbed a handful of hair, forcing her to look up at her. "You might be close to him right now, but I, Yamabuki Saaya, am the one who will be his lover. Do you understand?"
In response, Amu spit in her face, causing Saaya to have more malice towards her. The red head spit in the pinkette's face and slammed Amu's head to the ground as hard as she could.
"Make her understand," Saaya ordered with a scowl. The one who had forced her to bow began kicking her with the two other girls which left one.
"What are you doing? Didn't I just give you an order!" Saaya grew more frustrated as one of her underlings was cowering.
"B-but... th-this isn't r-right!" She yelled at her leader hesitantly.
"Then leave. I don't need a weakling," The leader gave her no mercy, causing the girl to hesitate even more. "If you don't leave, you'll end up like her."
Right after those words left her mouth, that girl was gone, terrified at what might become of her.
After ten or so minutes of kicking the pink form, Saaya stopped them; the girl who had held Amu down held her down again. Grabbing two handfuls of hair in both her right and left, she lifted Amu's head.
"Do you understand?" Saaya gave her a smile that creeped everyone in the hall out.
Even through all that pain and agony, Amu did the same action she had done before, but now she had spit in her eye. Overcome with even more rage, the girl slammed her head to the ground and snatched her left hand, caressing it strangely.
"Oh, dear Amu-chan, this hand of yours, it plays piano and a guitar, right?" She giggled, causing a shocked gasp from every girl. All knowing what would soon happen.
"You know, when you get married, you put a ring on this finger." Saaya clenched Amu's ring finger; Amu began squirming as much as she could. "But we all know you won't ever get married with that face of yours." She broke Amu's ring finger, hearing that ear-piercing scream that escaped her hoarse throat. Amu hadn't drunk anything and had been screaming of pain from the harm, being parched from the start. All three of the girls gasped, looking away. They knew it was wrong, but if they didn't listen, they were afraid they might be in Amu's position.
No matter how loud Amu yelled, there was very few people on the floor she was on, and those people were in sound proof rooms, recording and practicing music.
"Did you know it is rude to point?" She now held her pointer finger but broke it right after those words. Another hoarse scream filled the room.
"Did you also know a strange thing the Vikings did? They would cut off their pinky if they felt pain in anything else," The pinky was now in her grasp.
"L-Let's stop, Saaya," One girl yelled, shutting her eyes tightly. After that request she made, Saaya instantly broke her pinky. The poor girl let out another scream of agony.
"ARE YOU TAKING HER SIDE? YOU GUYS EVEN SAID IT! WHY SHOULD A GIRL LIKE HER BE CLOSE TO OUR TSUKIYOMI-SAMA?" She yelled, breaking the middle finger abruptly. Amu couldn't take it. The pain hurt so much that her hand became numb. She refused to let out any tears.
"YOU STICK OUT TOO MUCH LIKE A SORE THUMB, HINAMORI AMU!" Saaya was about to break her thumb, but the girl who had held Amu down stopped her.
"S-Saaya, p-please she already c-c-can't play with four b-b-b-broken fingers... Sh-she's too p-pitiful, r-r-right?" The girl gave her a sad smile, putting a hand on the red head's shoulder.
"YEAH! C'MON, GIRLS!" Saaya laughed and slammed Amu's head on the ground one more time, walking down the halls with the three other girls staggering behind. One girl whispered sorry as she ran to catch up. Amu lost consiousness after that.
9:35 P.M.
Amu leaned on the wall, half asleep and sitting down; she made her right hand reach for her pocket. Luckily, her right arm and shoulder were only slightly bruised. She had all her bandmate's numbers due to work. She scrolled down her contacts, looking for Fujisaki Nagihiko. She found it and began to call him.
RING! RING! RI-
"You have reached the voicemail of this person's phone. Wait after the beep to begin speaking. BEEP!" (A/N:I forgot how it is)
"Hey, Nagi, it's Amu. I just wanted to check up on you. That's all, bye," She hang up the phone and began scrolling down for Souma Kukai. When she found out Tsukiyomi Ikuto was right after Kukai's, she unconsiously began calling Ikuto's, thinking he wouldn't even answer.
R-
"Hey, Amu, what's up?" That deep, comforting voice soothed Amu's pain. She wasn't aware of it, but she was relieved to hear his voice.
"If you're going to say something, you had better hurry. I only have two minutes to talk," Ikuto told her.
"Thanks, Ikuto..." She whispered through the phone and hung up.
After a few moments, she began calling Kukai.
RING! RING! RING! RI-
"Oh, hey, Amu!"
"Ummm... Kukai, what do you know of Yamabuki Saaya?" Amu chose her words wisely.
"Hmmmm... Oh, yeah! She's the girl that went on a rampage after Ikuto rejected her as a singing partner and lover. It was just a day or two before you came," Kukai seemed as if he was laughing.
"Ah, that's why," She nodded her head, understanding the mental girl.
"What?"
"Nothing," Amu left him clueless, hanging up. "Well, I'll go to the practice room and see if I can play or not." She staggered to get up but made it somehow. On the way there, she limped there because of her sprained ankle and the headaches she was got from Saaya slamming her head to the floor.
When she finally made it to the practice room and was seated at the piano, she began to play the song, but every time when she even slightly moved her hand, an immense pain would spread throughout her hand.
"If I can't even play the piano, how can I play the bass guitar?" She groaned, slinging her guitar strap over her shoulder. That caused her even more pain as she was hunched over a little. Her vision began to become more hazier.
"It's just a flesh wound, nothing important," She smiled at herself, but if you saw that smile, you could tell it was all fake. She began limping towards the elevator, but when she arrived at the elevator, she sat, leaned against the wall, and pushed the lobby floor button. As the elevator was lowering, Amu was slowly getting out of consiousness. As the elevator doors opened, a blue haired figure rushed to her side, putting his jacket around her and kneeling down.
"Are you okay, Amu?" Amu fell into his arms. She was becoming very dizzy, and it was becoming very chilly, shaking in his arms. "Amu, can you talk?"
"I-I..." Amu couldn't really talk so she tried to mouth.
"I see three Ikuto's," She mouthed.
"Are you cold?" He asked, noticing her shivering.
"Yes," She mouthed because of she nodded her head her headache would become worse.
"Here, better?" He wrapped his jacket around her, but his hand slight brushed against her left hand, noticing something different. "What happened?" He grabbed her left hand rather quickly, causing a whimper to emit from her mouth.
"Yes," She mouthed, giving him a smile.
"What?... Whatever just tell me everything you feel that's unusual," He smiled back.
"I see three Ikuto's," She mouthed.
"I'm bringing you to the hospital. You seem like you have a concussion," He picked her up bridal style, getting out of the elevator with her guitar strap over his shoulder.
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