I finally have the second part of the chapter now guys! Again, i'm really sorry. Not only have I taken for ever to update this, i'm also taking forever to update my other stories. Between my stupid brain and high school it's a bit of a pain. But fear not, I will get my other updates in soon. (I hope :P) I'm sorry if this chapter is boring and random but here it is!

Recap:

Ok, so last chapter was pretty much just Amu and Ami getting ready, and the student council meeting. Characters and their roles were introduced. Ikuto-VP

Kukai-social chairperson- monitors how goals are being accepted by students

Nagi-historian-media stuff, pics etc.

Nade-treasurer

Rima-secretary

Amu-prez

Nagi went over to Rima and-in Rima's terms-started pestering her. I know she was just excited he was talking to her. She thinks no one knows. It's obvious to everyone but Nagi. Of course it was the same with him. Trying to escape, she walked out of the room. He followed right on her heels.

"I'm gonna go talk to my soccer buddies for a bit. See you guys later!" With that Kukai was running out the door.

"I have to go help prepare the classroom for class, so I better go. I'll see you later Amu-chan. See you later Ikuto-kun."

"Later Nadeshiko." Ikuto just waved. He turned to me after she left.

"And then there were two." I raised my eyebrows, then broke out into a grin.

"Good job Ikuto! You know how to count." He rolled his eyes.

"Ha, ha." He swept his hand toward the door. "Shall we roam?" I giggled.

"Sure." He smiled a little smile and we walked out the room, falling into step with each other. The whispers started as soon as I closed the door to the student council room.

"Look, it's president Amu-sama and vice president Ikuto-sama."

"They're so cool!"

"They're personalities are similar. Wouldn't they make a great match?"

"Omg, yes!"

"They would make the perfect couple!" All the girls in the hallway that heard the comments squealed. Now, usually I ignored the comments and the rumors that circulated, but this one I blushed at. Sadly Ikuto saw my face lite up.

"Hn? Is Amu embarrassed that they think we make a good couple? I think she's happy that the girls think that." I wanted to slap that smirk right off his face. I was so embarrassed.

"What? No! Why would I want to date you?" Ikuto feigned a hurt expression.

"Amu, I'm hurt you would say that. Do you really think I'm that terrible?" Somehow he got his face to crumble further. "I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment Amu. You don't have to worry about me anymore, I'll leave you alone. If you need me I'll be in my emo corner." He made to slink off to his classroom. I sighed. He wanted me to play along, so I might as well. We are friends after all. And that's what friends do. They joke around. I grabbed his hand, stopping him from going anywhere. I thought I felt his posture change and his intake of breath. But that would just be random, so I must have been hearing things.

"Don't go into the emo corner Ikuto. I'm not tired of you." A hopeful expression appeared on his face.

"Really?" I smiled at his childness. He was being pretty amusing. The smile felt genuine.

"Yes Ikuto, really." His face lit up and he tackled me with a hug.

"Yay~nya!" I laughed.

"Nya?"

"What it makes me sound cute. Right?" I gave him a skeptic look.

"You're so weird. You sure there's no hidden motive or confession behind that statement." His clever mind caught on quickly and he lightly hit me on the arm.

"That is so not true and you know it," he scoffed. All of a sudden he smirked. "I might just have to punish you for that, Amu." I blanched a little.

"Uh-oh, please Ikuto, not here." His smirk grew wider.

"Oh? So I can do it somewhere else then?" He winked and my face turned crimson.

"No!" Just then the bell rang. "Oh, there's the bell. Well, off to class." I started to walk away from Ikuto towards my classroom. "Don't you dare skip." I called over my shoulder as I made my way down the hall.

"No promises." Rolling my eyes, I made the rest of my way to the classroom.

My seat was in the far left back corner, next to a window. Across from me was Rima. Nagi sat in the middle of the room, and Nadeshiko sat in the front right corner, by the door. I entered the classroom through the back door and nodded at Rima as I passed. Once Nikaidou started class, I took advantage and let my happy mask drop. I drowned him out and looked out the window. This was my daily routine. Once I sat down at my desk I tuned the world out and didn't bother to look happy. It was easy to disguise it as just day dreaming. I had no idea how I still managed to get good grades. That's how Ikuto is too.

Jeez, there I go thinking about Ikuto again. Seriously, what's wrong with me? Why do I always end up thinking about him?

I always thought about my horrible family life during the day. Nighttime was when I thought about the kidnapping. That was when I was plagued with nightmares, leaving me feeling horrible and tired, and barely awake in the mornings. I'm surprised I'm able to force myself out of bed.

Finally, after the long agonizing endless hours, it was time for lunch. Man, I really know how to exaggerate. Usually, I met with my friends and we all sat down together in the courtyard under a sakura tree for lunch. But seeing as I was in a more depressed mood than usual because of my mom's more intense than normal beating, I hurried out of the classroom without meeting them. I was having trouble composing myself and couldn't let them see me like this. I ran to the roof, keeping my head down in case the threatening tears actually escape. This happened a lot. I would seem normal with my friends, and then I would go into my numb state during class. Randomly my emotions would spike in a negative downfall and I'd have to book it out of there. Later I'll worry about my excuses. I always had to make something up. And it always had to be different. Every once in a while I was able to get away with using student council president duties as an excuse. But I couldn't use it often seeing as my friends made up the student council. Except for Utau, but she didn't go to our school and was always busy with idol work.

Once I was on the safety of the roof and behind around the corner of the door, I slid down to the floor and let myself go. Usually I cut during these major sob fests. I didn't have anything I could use with me though. I had forgotten to put my current razor blade back in my bag.

Unfortunately I forgot that Ikuto came up to the roof too. I didn't think about the fact that he would know I would come up here if I didn't go to the sakura tree, and would come up here to find me. So when he opened the door and emerged out of the stairwell, I didn't notice because of my loud sobs. I had taken off my blazer, rolled up my sleeves, and pulled up my shirt to see how my bruises were doing. I was also seeing if I could tell if my scars from my previous cutting sessions had any chance of going away. The tears were still streaming down my cheeks as well. So when Ikuto zipped to the corner, he saw me on the floor, crumpled and a gigantic mess.

"Amu?" I jumped and nearly shrieked at the sound of his concerned voice. Without being able to control my surprise, I whipped my head up at the sound of his voice. His gaze swept to every inch of my body and his eyes grew wide with alarm. "Amu, what's going on?" He actually sounded scared. "Why are you crying? What are those bruises from? How come there are scars on your arm?" I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was another sob. I broke down all over again and he rushed to my side. Immediately I was enveloped in a hug and I just let go. He was the only thing that kept me from collapsing on the ground. I sat there with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck like my life depended on it, and cried loudly into his shoulder. As he whispered comforting words to me I could feel his shirt get wetter by the minute. Slowly I was calming down though. My body started to shake less, and the tears were less frequent. My breathing started to regulate and eventually I was left sniffling. For a while we just sat there and he continued to rub my back and stroke my head, running his fingers through my hair. It was so soothing I think I actually drifted off for a few minutes. When I lifted my head up after drifting for a little, he took me by the shoulders and held me out in front of him. Ikuto was staring intently into my eyes. "Could you please explain and stop me from making up all these wild scenarios in my head?" Slowly I nodded my head and took a deep breath. "You don't have to tell me if you don't feel comfortable.

"No," I said a little hoarsely. "I need to tell someone." My explanation started weak, but throughout my voice got stronger.

"You know these things?" I pointed to my wings with my thumb. I took another deep breath. "They're not the rebellious fashion statement I told you guy about. Which I can't believe anyone actually bought. I mean, these, for fashion? It's completely ridiculous!"

"I didn't say anything for risk of your wrath." I shot him a quick glare before continuing.

"Believe it or not, my wings are real." Ikuto didn't portray any emotion. I wasn't surprised. "I can even make them move. Although, I haven't tried out the whole flying thing." I fluttered my wings for emphasis. "What really happened was a man; an evil, sick, twisted man. He kidnapped me and used me for his pleasure. I became his own living experiment. He messed with my DNA and stuff, and gave me some," I paused to think of the right word. "enhancements. I can no see things in great detail from very far away. I can run really fast, and continue for a while, barely without breaking a sweat. I'm really fast now too, and have quick reflexes. And I'm really strong. I'm an excellent fighter now. I can hear and smell really well now too. The smelling I kinda wish hadn't been amplified. He did use me for, other pleasures as well. The kind that you were probably thinking earlier. For a while I was stuck living there, trying to find a way out. Eventually, I memorized every hallway, every room, and I was able to make my escape. It was a struggle, but I made it. I made it home, but I wasn't as safe as I thought. Ami and my dad took it well. Saying I was family and it didn't matter if I was different and stuff like that. My mom didn't take it as well. What happened to me spread, and it affected her at her job. She was furious and started taking it out on me. The abuse isn't usually this bad, but she was extra upset last night. My dad decided to file a divorce. They can't stand to live with each other anymore. Dad doesn't like how she's treating me. And mom doesn't like that he isn't taking her side. The three of us are going to move to another house that's still nearby once we find one." Ikuto was silent. He still had that blank look on his face. Then he pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"Ikuto, can't breathe." He let go and looked at me.

"I'm here for you ok." I smiled at him, and he smiled back. "Schools going to end in a couple minutes, wanna just head out now? This way you won't have to deal with any of your classmates. Or our friends." My eyes widened at the thought of them confronting me. He chuckled. "Come on, let's go. I'll walk you home."

"Ok." He stood up and offered his hand. I gladly took it and we made our way out of school. I kind of zoned out while he was walking me home.

I'm amazed, I know Ikuto can have his moments, but he's being so sweet. I looked over to him and smiled a little. I guess he really does care about me a lot. It was comforting to know someone was there for me. Of course when we got to the gate to my house he ruined my attitude towards him.

Ikuto opened his arms, and I gladly accepted the hug. After a couple a seconds he started to pull back. But before he righted himself completely, he bit my ear. It was very unexpected, what with how he'd been acting the past few hours, and I was rendered speechless. He pulled back with that signature smirk that I wanted to wipe cleanly off his face.

"See you later, Amu-koi." My face flamed and I yelled at his retreating figure.

"Baka hentai kuro neko!" He laughed a little as he walked down the street. I was left there, steaming.