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Amu stood out in the open for everyone to see, but Ikuto was immature. He didn't look, doing something with his phone. However, a silence befell the room, enticing his curiosity. Before he could even look, she was pushed back behind the wall, disappointing him. Ikuto wore a suit with a navy tie.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! I, Yamabuki Saaya, has come to your rescue," The infamous "Santa Claus" had pushed the pinkette. She wore a black, strapless, and sparkly dress that came to the knee. Her hair was curled into a side ponytail. The black high heels made her an inch or two higher.
"Amu-chan, are you okay?" Kukai rushed to Amu's side.
The director's secretary was beside Saaya.
"What is Easter's secretary doing here?" A few murmured amongst themselves.
"The director has a message for you, Hinamori Amu," The brown haired man faced the said girl.
"What did he say?" She stood up with the help of Kukai.
" 'Hinamori Amu, you and Yamabuki Saaya will be part of this photo shoot. The magazine and ads everywhere in Japan will have a picture of both of you. Each one of you will be in a picture with Tsukiyomi Ikuto. The theme is 'Unrequited Love'. The fans will choose which one is better on our website. We'll give you five minutes to think of a pose.' Got it?" He said.
"Yes," Amu nodded. At that, he left them to their work.
"Ikuto-koi~!" Saaya leapt to Ikuto's side, hugging his arm. "Why weren't you at my apartment last night?"
Ikuto wasn't able to even listen, seeing the beauty in front of him.
Her side ponytail was held by two blue x's. Her blue dress had black laces at both ends of the dress and below her chest. There were black bows coming down from the top of the middle of her chest to the end of her torso. The dress had straps. She wore a black ribbon on her right forearm that connected into an x. Her black flats tapped against the floor as she walked to Nagi.
"Was this actually a perfume commercial?" She placed her hand on her hip and leaned on one foot, tilting her head.
"Sorry, Amu-chan, I was told to bring you here," Nagi apologized.
"It's okay, but why couldn't I do this with you, Kukai, or Hotori-san," Amu asked.
"The director makes the orders not us," He stated.
"I guess I can't argue with that," She sighed.
"Shouldn't you be thinking about your pose?" Nagi reminded.
"Oh, right, I have to think of something!" She panicked, beginning to think.
"You can take Ikuto and Saaya for example. Ikuto paid more attention to his phone than to her," Kukai stated.
"Yamabuki-san will be first!" The photographer announced.
"Of course I would be! HO! HO! HO!" She said, walking to the set. There was a blue couch that stood in the middle with a black background.
"Do you need the couch?" The photographer asked them as they set foot on the set.
"No," Saaya answered.
"Take the couch away," He told two men who obeyed his orders.
"Ready when you are," Once the couch was gone, he said those words.
Saaya smashed her lips onto his. Not able to tear her gaze away from the scene, Amu could only watch as her heart began to ache.
Ikuto pushed her away, turning around and walked a few steps. Amu was relieved but not for long. Saaya hugged Ikuto from the back. Her face faced the photographer. She began to cry.
The photographer took pictures of the embrace and of her face.
"Next!" He shouted, bringing Amu back to reality.
The fancy couch was brought back. Amu strolled to Ikuto who was on the set. Saaya had already left the set. She stood in front of him.
"Ready when you are," He repeated.
Amu took off Ikuto's coat, putting it on the wooden arm rest. She loosened his tie, un-tucked his shirt, messed up his shirt, and lastly messed up his hair.
She sat at the end of the couch where his coat was.
"Sleep," She pointed at her lap, blushing. Ikuto laid his head on her lap with his legs lying on top of the arm rest where his coat was not. He placed his hands on his torso and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.
She began playing with the strands of his hair with her hand, finding interest in it. Her stern face softened to a pained expression. There might have been a smile that spread on her lips, but that smile carried mixed emotions. Her smile and eyes were similar. They both carried misery and love. Her eyes were filled with a longing desire.
Everyone in the room felt the same emotion even Saaya. They might not have been her, but just by looking into her eyes, they could feel the suffering of a one sided love.
One single tear trickled down her face, dropping onto his lips. Her gaze lingered over his lips.
Her face neared his, just a few centimeters more. All the women and half of the men were leaning a bit too forward, anticipating eagerly for that kiss.
"DONE!" She pushed Ikuto off him, causing those leaning viewers to fall.
"You're so not cute," He told her, pouting. "That hurt."
"Why do I have to be cute in front of you?" She defended herself.
"IT WAS SO CLOSE!" Most of the females mourned, crying.
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