Hello again! How are you all felling today? I'm fine thanks!... *silence* wow… a monolog, I'm getting worse.

Anyways, this entry was fun to write, because I think that I developed this particular chapter quite nicely. A lot of emotions that I didn't even know I had were needed LOL. Of course that I needed some backup help. So this time I want to share with you guys the 2 songs I was listening to while writing. They are beautiful! But I will only share them at the end of the chapter. Hehe. Well, have fun reading and please review\comment!

"From laughter's and cries"

"An aim in life is the only fortune worth finding." R.L.

(Continuing from last chapter)

"Ok! Let's start the game!"

Ikuto looked at me with one eyebrow lifted.

"What game?" he asked.

"Were you not listening?" he shook his head "Idiot." I sighed "Then this time listen carefully. We bought only one ice cream and the reason for it was-still is- so that we play a game."

"OK?...What kind of game?"

"Well it goes like this: you do me a question and I'll have to answer with sincerity, then I'll take a bite and ask you a question and so on. Got it?"

"No."

I sighed and said:

"Yes you did."

"Yeah but… it's stupid…" he leaned against the chair and crossed his arms.

"Yeah I know, but it's quite fun. Besides, today's pretty hot, and we can't let the ice cream melt-not even a bit- so we have to answer fast."

He sighed frustrated.

"What's the point of this «game» anyways?"

"Getting to know one another." I said that without thinking and when I realized I covered my mouth with my hand.

He blinked a few times. Then he leaned forward and put his arms crossed on the table-top.

"That was a pretty unexpected sentence coming from you." He smirked.

Oh God damn no. I'm screwed.

I felt my cheeks getting hotter.

"I-It's not like that stupid Ikuto. It's just how the game is."

He raised an eyebrow, and still smirking said:

"Well… our ice cream will melt if we don't start the game." He chuckled softly "I'm going to enjoy this."

I swallowed hard.

"You first." He said with an evil smile.

Call down Amu… what to ask what to ask?...Oh…

"How old are you?"

"Turning eighteen this year."

"Oh… "

As I watched him eat some ice cream more questions were popping up on my head.

Now that I think about it, I feel like I've known him forever, but the truth is... I don't know much about him.

"So… my turn huh?" he smirked "How do you feel about me?"

I blushed.

"W-what? That kind of question is not part of the game." I didn't sound very convincing.

He laughed softly.

"Is that so?" then he took some time to think " Well then, tell me about the things you like."

Wow… random question.

I kept my head low and started:

"Hum...I like art, cooking, sports, I love photography and to gaze at the stars at night. I like to lean against a tree under its shadow- it's refreshing…Hum…it's kind of embarrassing but hum…" I chuckled "well I like to listen to some violin songs before bed. It's relaxing and gives me a good night sleep… which I need a lot!" I got carried away. When I realized I was getting to comfortable I stopped talking. I looked up and faced Ikuto with a smiled. I could see he was intrigued and I think he was waiting for me to continue. "That's all you get from me."

"Hmpf… No worries, I'll get to know you better than anyone else, with time."

I stared at him, I couldn't tell if what he said was true or if he was mocking me.

"The ice cream will melt, and you'll lose the game." He said teasingly.

"…!"

I ate a bit and then asked:

"What about you? What kind of things do you like?"

He took a deep breath and then answered:

"I like to climb big trees whenever the weather is nice, sit on some large branch and stay there for hours. I like to sleep to the sound of rain and to stay up all night watching the starts or looking at the moon. I like cats, and people usually tell me that I am similar to them."

He chuckled and then looked at me with the kind smile that made my mind go like: «poof»… all blank. Then he said:

"I like the feeling of being able to play the violin whenever I want, for no reason at all. Gives me the felling of freedom that I need…a lot."

We both stared at each other of a while.

He needs freedom? Interesting…

"Hehe" I laughed softly.

"What?" he asked curious.

"Nothing, it's your turn"

"Oh yeah" he faked being surprised which made me roll my eyes "Answer me. What where you laughing about?"

"Oh shoot, you got me. Um… it was nothing, really. I was just thinking how alike we were. I never thought about that being possible."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because…from the first time I saw you I always considered the fact that we might be similar."

He looked at me smiling. But it didn't feel like he was joking.

"Really' From the first time?"

He thought about it for a moment. Then he chuckled.

"Yeah… probably not from the first time. I mean, it's not like I didn't think you mish be an interesting person."

I raised an eyebrow. I didn't know what to think.

"Because, it's not every day that some crazy girl with pink hair jumps on the top of you and stays on that hum… interesting position." He smirked.

I blushed.

"Ohh shut up!"

So embarrassing… it was an accident.

"Anyways why were you in such a rush?"

"Oh that was because I had a da—"

I put my hand over my heart.

It's hurting again…

We stood silent for a while. I couldn't finish my sentence.

"…what's wrong?" he asked

"Nothing just hum, an unpleasant memory."

He stared at me. Then out of the blue he said in a kind tone:

"You know, it is okay for you to cry."

I was stunned and stared at him for a while.

Nobody ever said something like that to me.

Soon after, I felt something on my hand. Something wet. Then my vision became blurred and teardrops were racing down my cheeks, non-stop.

"I-I-I'm s-so-r-ry…I don-n't k-know what's ha-happening…" I couldn't stop sobbing.

I was trying to wipe the tears, but I couldn't stop them no matter what.

A few moments later Ikuto kindly touched my cheeks, looked me in the eye and said:

"It's ok, you've probably been holding back all this time."

I sniffed several times and said:

"It hurts."

"Yeah…"

After some time Ikuto managed to calm me. Thank God theshop we were at wasn't too crowded. And nobody noticed I was crying because we chose a seat where my back was turned to people. And the window on my left was not a problem because there was some advertisement on the outside that covered my face.

I thought it would feel weird to talk to a guy about guy problems, but being with Ikuto was so refreshing that I had already cherish him enough to trust him my problems. And he when I told him about Tadase, he listened until the end without showing any signs of boredom. When I was finished he sighed and said: "You should have kicked his…«inheritance of family»." I stared at him for some while and then busted into laughter. Like I said, being with Ikuto was refreshing- even if he spent most of his time mocking me- it was still fun.

My hand was felling funny, I hadn't noticed that my hand was covered in ice cream. It made me laugh.

"What?" Ikuto asked

"We didn't finish the ice cream… we both lost." I was dead tired and my eyes were hurting-as was my head- but I still managed to pull a smile.

He smiled and then lifted on eyebrow and said:

"Technically, you lost. You were the one who took too long to answer."

I gasped. "Such a gentleman…" I teased.

He shrugged.

"I try."

We left the store, and since I was feeling good and it was still early I asked him to walk with me for a while. I asked him if he knew some kind of garden or park that was less crowded and he took me to a beautiful park with a small lake in the middle.

"Wow… it's beautiful." I was amazed.

"Yeah it is. Nice timing, the sunset is starting and when it is reflected on the water it is even more beautiful."

He lay on the grass and I followed.

"So… now you know about me. My situation…"

He looked at me.

"Yeah...?"

"I want to know your story too." I said.

"Hmpf, my story? What does that have anything to do with a broken heart?"

Hm... he's right but I…I really want to know.

After a long moment of silence I inhaled and started to talk:

"I was never good with words…"Ikuto looked at me surprised "I was never good expressing myself, mainly because I was raised on an environment that didn't allow weakness."

"What so…your parents …"

"No… my parents are something else. Hum, let's just say that…I spent most of my childhood living together with my grandparents, and their education was… hard. And as soon as my parents realized that, they left that house and took me with them. It might have been a really long time ago, but my memories remain as if it had happen just yesterday, you know?" I paused "I love my parents, and they are at fault for me being who I am today. I think they are proud of me, of what I accomplished. But, even though they think I am already thru all my grandpa stuff I…there were something's that they couldn't change."

"…which is why you don't cry."

I nodded in agreement.

"I cried about losing Ta-…Tadase" I was able to say it "because he was the only one who knew about that. I thought he understood, but…I guess I was wrong."

Ikuto sighed and then sat on the grass and looked to the water.

"I come from a wealthy family. When I was little, my father taught me how to play the violin and that, for me was… everything." He paused "I used to spend hours watching my father working on his music, and whenever I couldn't train my skills with him I'd play to my little sister whenever my mother couldn't get her to sleep. Everyone loved to hear me play...and I was happiest when I played for them. Then suddenly, all of that was over." Ikuto looked sad. "One day, my parents left celebrating their anniversary and never came back." I gasped. "About a week later, some policeman came knock on our mansions door and told my aunt that they had found my parents corps. They said that they had an accident and fell off a cliff. After realizing they were dead, I didn't cry, never."

I opened my mouth but I couldn't say anything. Then he continued.

"Me and my little sister were adopted by our aunt and her husband. I stopped playing the violin and my uncle –that was a violinist like my father- tried to convince me to play the violin again and even suggest that he'd be the one giving me lessons, but… nothing could replace my father. I grew sadder every day and my aunt and uncle tried everything in their power to make me smile again, but it didn't work. Although one day, my aunt gave me a letter that my father left for me to open if he were to die. When I opened the envelope it said only this: «Ikuto, whenever you play the violin I'll always be there playing alongside with you, remember son whenever you play the violin it means I love you. And I know that.»" He sighed and smiled "After reading that I rushed to get my violin and played the first melody he ever taught me with tears coming down my face, because I knew he was there. I could hear a second violin."

I stared at him.

"Ikuto… "

He looked at me and smiled kindly.

"Don't worry, I miss them but… I'm fine."

I knew he was fine, now. But the image of that little child losing what he loved most wouldn't leave me.

We stood silent for a while and then he took me home.

On our way back we were on a good mood, I was all cheered up and he was…well… he was Ikuto.

"Know that you've known me a little bit more you must think I'm pretty weird huh?"

He chuckled.

"The world haves too many normal people, being weird is good."

"Hmm…never really thought about it. Haha" I sighed " Ikuto…"

"hmm?"

"Thank you for today."

He smiled.

"It was a hell of a day huh?"

"Yup. A day of laughter and cries. I think your stupidity is affecting me, I'm acting weird."

He laughed softly.

"Sure… I'm the one to blame."

"Of course" I said proudly. "Oh, we're here."

We stood in front of my house.

"Thank you again."

"Pff… you're welcome"

He was got closer and kissed my forehead and said:

"Next time, you won't need headphones or an mp3 to fall asleep to the sound of the violin. I'll play for you." He smiled and left.

Once again… I was left alone with my mind blank.

****…****

When I got out of the shower I walked to my room's balcony and noticed it was raining. I could feel a nice breeze. So I left the window open. When I was lying on the bed ready to sleep I thought of something…

"Hmpf…he's right, it is nice to fall asleep to the sound of rain."

I smiled and soon after fell asleep.

Well? What did you think?... Oh righ about the inheritance thing, meaning she should have kicked Tadase right in the middle. A friend of mine usually says that, but it is quite hard to translate it correctly and making it funny at the same time. In Portuguese it is funny. Or is it because he's the one who says it? ...hm…dunno. Oh well so, for those interested, here are the names of the songs: Professor Green - Read All About It ft. Emeli Sande; and: Emeli Sandé - My Kind of Love.

Great songs are hard to find these days *sighs* pity.

On the next chapter there will be introduced more characters. So: no, I won't develop the story ONLY on Amu and Ikuto.

Well that's all I have to say. Review\comment…please :D aaaaaaaaaaaand:

GOOD-BYEEEEEEEEEEEE ;9