Oh my fucking god, am I so tired. I finally have a working computer and I just, like, edited the shit out of chapters one and two. I was gonna edit three-six, but I decided maybe you rather have a new chapter before I throw up on my new-old computer. So, I don't own Shugo Chara, ENJOY! The editing is kinda shotty. Maybe I should just get a beta reader *sigh*
It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining brightly, its bright light peering through the cracks of the leaves. The massive star heats the land below. Birds sing, flittering around house to house.
And in that mess of music you have one man snoring louder than a pig.
Ikuto has a free day today. And what does the cat-like man want to do? Here's a hint. It has five letters, starts with an s, and ends with a leep. But something told him that wasn't going to happen today. Maybe it was a sign from God, or perhaps fate.
Or maybe a phone?
'RING! RING!'
"Wha-?!" The famous violinist tumbles off his bed in shock. He groans, not moving from the cool floor. Yes, just leave the phone ringing. He'll call this mystery person back later.
Or not.
Ikuto doesn't know at which number call he cracked, probably the seventh or thirtieth call. But he did crack. He stands up abruptly, looking everywhere for the source of the ringing. Finally locating his black iPhone (yes, iPhone, because this is the twenty-something fucking century), he swipes the green arrow. Deeming it too much work to put it towards his ear, he puts it on speaker.
"Hello?" he calls drowsily, sitting down on his bed.
"Can you come over?" says a strange voice that could only belong to Amu. The voice is full of static. Ikuto raises an eyebrow.
"Why?" he asks, completely confused.
"My daughter wants violin lessons."
Ikuto takes a bit of time to respond. He doesn't give lessons (ha, imagine him as a teacher). And that's exactly what he tells Amu through the phone.
He doesn't know what he expects. Perhaps an angered Amu, or maybe a distraught one? Whatever he thinks Amu will respond, it was wrong.
"I can pay a lot of money for the lessons."
"T-that's not the problem." Ikuto doesn't know whether he feels offended by that sentence or wants to laugh.
He can hear some murmuring, along with clicks of buttons. Well, this got more interesting.
"Jesus! Just come over here."
Ikuto smirks a bit, deciding to humor Amu or whoever was on the other side of the line.
"Alright. Which child wants the lessons?"
"Su!" The blue-haired man covers the phone's microphone, taking the time to chuckle at the terribly angry tone used. The person continues. "We would appreciate if you can."
"Hey, Amu. You sound kind of angry. Care to explain?" he asks slyly. After a few seconds of furious clicks, this was his/her answer.
"Would you shut up?"
"Haha, alright. I'll see you there, 'Amu'."
"Thank you! Goodbye loser!"
There is a lot of angry yelling through the phone before the line goes dead.
And for a while, Ikuto just sits there, chuckling like a mad-man until it hurt.