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"Here I am trying to cheer you up, but you sing me a tragic ballad like that. I can already picture out one of those sad endings with the death of the lover," Wiping away her trickling tears, Utau chided her new friend. Sitting down, she and Amu were chatting in the usual place, the ramen shop. The blond had ordered Amu to sing how far she got into her song. The owner was hiding his own tears, claiming it was the onion's fault.
"I'm sorry, but I can't grasp the thought of composing a song that is filled with empty lies. I will not allow the fans of Embryo to listen to such treachery," Intent on her decision, Amu recited the words within her heart. Utau realized that her friend was determined with this song when she began singing. "How is your work going? I heard you were starring as the female lead for that new movie with Kukai-kun."
"Well, I haven't acted any scenes with him yet. The director wanted there to be chemistry between the leads. So far, I have played out the scenes when I have fights with my friends and also when I start having a crush on another guy. The actors don't seem like they are giving their all which frustrates me to no end. I have seen Souma's acting… I'm looking forward to it… Oh, that reminds me. Since the director wants chemistry, he wants me to meet up with Souma every few days or so. Well, see you later, Amu," Utau ended with that, slamming money on the counter. Placing money on the counter for herself, Amu sighed but smiled along with it. She knew Utau would always be herself. The pinkette looked up to her for that.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy, is that Amu-sama from the tv?" A small brunette grinned, staring at him and pointing at the said woman. She sat at the chair next to her. Her father stared into his five-year-old daughter's innocent orbs then sighed. His daughter had been listening to Amu's first song revealed to the public, "So Cold." It didn't matter where or when, but the girl would sing that cherished song. Her father glanced at Amu, wondering if she would allow it.
"Hello, I am Hinamori Amu. It's a pleasure to meet such a lovely child. What would your name be?" The performer greeted, turning in her chair. At the sound of her idol's voice, the girl's eyes seemed to gleam with admiration.
"Ya- Yaya can't believe that Amu-sama is in front of Yaya's eyes!" The child exclaimed, holding out a piece of paper and a pen. "Please sign for Yaya!"
"Sure, it would be my pleasure," Amu replied, signing her name and a little extra. Once she had took one final look at it, Amu smiled and gave it to Yaya.
" 'To: my supporter, Yaya. Thank you for supporting me –Hinamori Amu.' Yaya is Amu's supporter?" She looked up at her heroine questionably.
"If people like Yaya aren't there for me, who would be there to watch and listen to me perform?" The pinkette patted her head. "Sorry, but I have to go now, Yaya." Amu walked out, smiling as she heard the squeals and praises that came from the little girl's mouth.
.:Memories:.
"Howdy, Hoshina-san," The brown-haired drummer greeted his female lead with a booming voice. They stood out in the middle of a festival at night, but Kukai did nothing to conceal his identity except his horrible southern accent. Utau just stared at him blankly. Was this supposed to be a joke or a cruel reality? "Anything troubling you, Hoshina-san?" He asked, dropping his accent and looking at her concerned.
"You know what, Souma-san? We're going to win you a hat," The blond smiled forcibly, keeping a level head and not trying to draw attention to them. She grabbed his ear, dragging him to a nearby stand with hats. "How do we play the game?"
"If you can make a penny in that plate right there, you'll get two hats. It costs only a penny, but since your chances are pretty low, you have a better chance getting a hat if you just ditch that guy and come with me," The pimple-covered man behind the stand offered, showing his braced teeth. Not able to bear the guy any longer, Utau threw the penny which made it right in the middle and stayed there.
"Hat me, brother," Kukai grinned, presented his head to the fellow. The fellow slapped a Santa Clause hat and a green Elf hat on him, yelling for the next customer irritably. Kukai took off the elf hat, proposing it to Utau. "Look, Hoshina-san. I make millions of children happy all over the world happy. How many kids did you gladden in one night?" Kukai asked an intentionally question to the competitive girl.
"Is that a challenge, Santa-kun?" The blond smirked, snatching the hat and slipping it onto her head. She took off her sunglasses and scarf along with it. She wore a red, halter shirt with white shorts. Her hair was up in two ponytails as usual.
"Do you accept, my arrogant elf?" He asked, matching the glint in her eyes. He wore a red shirt with a white hooded jacket and a black hoodless jacket over that. He also wore faded jeans. She didn't have to answer him. It was too late to back down now. For the rest of the night, Kukai and Utau went to each stand and gave the young delighted children the free gifts of treats and toys.
.:Memories:.
I was at the mall by myself, purchasing Christmas presents for everyone. Everyone stared at me for my blue hair, but there were plenty of other people with weird hair so they passed it off as normal. I wore a black beanie, a navy blue shirt with a black jacket over that, and black jeans. I had already found everyone's present except Amu. I didn't know what to get her. I finished everyone else's purchases within ten minutes, but with Amu's present, I have been roaming the mall for more than half an hour just looking for it.
Man, I wish I could get her to choose it for me. Just as I was passing a little stuffed toy store, I could get a glimpse of pink. It wasn't just any shade. It was what I called the "Amu" shade. No, it wasn't her hair. It was her face. I stopped and leaned my back against the wall next to the store, and through the corner of my eye, I could see her sighing over a stuffed toy that she may have thought that she was too grown up for toys. She wore a sleeveless, blue shirt with black capris. After she put the toy down, she passed me, sullen over her lost toy. She was easier to read than a book. It was as if you were distinguishing the color white from black.
After she went a few stores down, I entered the store she had just been in and looked at the table where she had just been. I saw a toy that had been placed apart from the rest. It was a white cat with one blue wing and a pink wing. I went to the cashier to make my purchase and handed the toy and money to the employee. The employee gave me the stuffed toy in a black plastic bag and was about to ask me the obvious ID question, but I grabbed the bag and strode out of the store's exit.
I had finished my purchases and walked out of the store to see Amu pacing back and forth. I couldn't pass up this opportunity. I walked behind her and blew at her ear. I received the appropriate answer, a squeal.
"I-I-I-I-IKUTO?!" She looked back at me in shock. Her honey golden orbs were wide, and her mouth hung open. Her response meant that she didn't mind me anymore. If she did, she probably would have had tears welling up in her eyes, but they're not which means she doesn't hate me. I am so relieved.
"Hey, Strawberry-chan," I waved, smiling at her. She was again shocked. Was she still shocked? Usually, wouldn't she get mad at me?
"Are you okay, Ikuto-kun?" She inquired, putting a hand on her forehead. Amu placed her gentle hand on my forehead. My eyes widened. Amu shouldn't be worrying about me but herself. She's not getting mad nor sad. It's not a bad thing, but it refutes the reactions she has done so far. "Nope, it doesn't look like it." She pulled her hand away, but I grabbed her wrist. I placed my forehead on hers before she could protest. Her forehead wasn't distinctly warm. Wait, it's getting immensely hot. I looked straight into her clear orbs, but her temperature grew.
"Are you sick, Amu?" I asked her concerned with my forehead still pressed against hers. She pushed me away with the reddest face I've ever seen. It seemed as if all the blood in her body was in her head. "What's wrong, Amu?" I reached my hand out, but she flinched away from my hand.
"P-Please don't touch me. If you touch me anymore, I think I may ha-"
"No, stop. Stop right there. I get it. I'll go," I intervened before she could say she hated me. The thing I really didn't want was to see her hate me. It hurts not being able to hold her in my arms every time I see her. How much would it hurt when she hates me? How can you cure the love sickness?
I may have my laptop, but I am unable to focus on my stories because I have one week of school left until my two week break.
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