Yay! So the next chapter begins. D
I don't own Shugo Chara.
-Amu POV-
I blushed, before, during, and after the kiss. I didn't know what to do next, so I pulled away.
"Something wrong, Amu?" He asked. His eyes sparkled in the darkness of the room. My face became hotter when I looked at him. He looked different, I looked different… from five years ago.
"N-no." I replied. There was nothing… was there?
"That's good.." He replied, then kissed me again. It was nice, to be back together again. Would everybody else approve?
I noticed the playfulness that Ikuto added. Which meant… Yoru was gone too. We broke apart.
"I can smell dinner. Should we go down now?" I asked. He got off of me, and I slid to the floor, Smiling.
"O-okay." I got off the floor, then we left. Just before going down, I knocked on Ami's door.
There was no answer; She must have already gone downstairs. Me and Ikuto began to make our way down.
"I'm sorry Amu." He said to me. I looked over at him, confused.
"For what, Ikuto-kun?" I probably sounded like an Idiot.
"For rushing you…" He began. "I left for… five years, then come back… and I acted so rude, when we met up again. The truth is… I… I did remember… but…"
"Its okay." I said. I knew he did remember, but why did he seem not to? We got down all of the stairs.
"Really?" He seemed surprised to it being alright.
"Yeah! I mean… Its not your fault." I said just before walking into the dining room.
Ami, the maids and the other staff were already waiting. The food smelt great. I hadn't had any sushi In awhile… Me and Ikuto sat down beside Ami, which was on the opposite side that everybody else was on.
"So… you must be Tsukiyomi?" Rika asked. She knew who he was, she admired his music. It was, the sound of the world, the sound of universe, in her words.
"Yes. Nice to meet you….?" Ikuto didn't know many of the people here.
"Rika. SawamatsuRika." She happily said. Her hair bounced around.
"Ah, Hello Sawamatsu Rika." He said, seemingly faking cheerfulness.
Dinner went by, slowly. Ami was the first one done, so she went back up to her room, where she played with some of the toys she brought, which was only a few. Me and Ikuto finished last, but when we finally did finish, we both went into my room, where we talked for a little while, then I went into my art studio, and drew.
"So your going to draw?" Ikuto asked me. He seemed a little impressed.
"Yup, Sure am." I said, then took out a pencil. But there was a knock on the door.
"H-Hello? Amu?" It was Aika.
"Yeah?" I replied. She walked into the studio.
"You forgot this in my room yesterday." She said, and handed over the sketch I drew of Ami.
"Oh. Thanks Aika." Then she left the room, leaving me and Ikuto alone again. Ikuto came down beside my chair, and grabbed my waist.
"Huh? I-Iku-" I began to say. He pulled me onto the floor with him, the chair tipped over with me. "Ikuto, what're you doing?" I asked, this was… odd. I was laying on top of Ikuto, on the floor. That's gonna look good if somebody walks in, yup. I tried to get away on that thought, and since Ikuto still held my waist, when I fell to the ground, Ikuto came on top of me. That'd be worse for somebody to see. Oh well.
I blushed, and released the pencil from my hand, it rolled across the floor. Ikuto's hands had previously been removed from my waist, and were now being used to support his weight above me. I didn't say anything, neither did he. It seemed as though his eyes were asking me questions, the way they shone and the way they moved.
I moved my head a bit. Ikuto lowered himself down, lightly pecking my lips, then moved his mouth slower downwards, to my neck. He stopped there, and collapsed onto the floor beside me, smirking.
Nothing was said for awhile, we both just laid on the floor.
"I'm sorry." I said. Then I retrieved my pencil, so I could continue drawing. It was one of the things I had been requested to draw again. I sighed, and lightly drew the requested object.
Ikuto got up, and watched with curiosity.
Amu, Your next required piece of art Is a garden.
That's what my manager said. I don't create my art through orders, but through emotion, feeling, and surrounding. It doesn't require utmost attention to create pieces or art. Just believing works better than I, or most people could Imagine.
I sat back after my hands became tired. I couldn't properly identify the drawing yet. It seemed to be some kind of cat. I was anxious to paint.
"Ikuto, what time is it?" I asked. I wanted to know if I could finish drawing and paint before bed.
"Its just past 8:30" He replied when he returned from the other room. Yes, It was true that there was no clock in my studio. Usually, when I see the time while I'm in this room, My thoughts are disrupted by the thought of being late for something, or I am scattered away knowing how much time I have.
"Okay, thanks." I then stretched my fingers, and picked up my pencil again. I examined the picture again, trying to locate the exact spot to begin again, Which was the tail. I sketched it out, carefully getting each curve and straight of a line exactly perfect. I then focused on more of the body, curving it properly, connecting it to the tail, and the other lightly sketched parts. I then moved to the head, and the eyes. The eyes looked very realistic; As if the cat itself would pounce out of the drawing, they twinkled. The nose was lightly sketched on, then blended in with the rest of the texture, to be proper. There were light whiskers, and fur markings along the face, making it look more like a real cat. I positioned the ears, so it was like the cat was listening to something. It probably was about an hour later that I made it to the feet, where I added utmost detail to, posing them properly was the hardest, in a realistic pose that is. Then It was finished. I didn't feel like painting it now. It was beautiful like this, alone. I smiled, knowing that I was proud of myself. I actually had forgotten that Ikuto was here for awhile.
"Amu?" He asked me. I lost my train of thought when he spoke.
"Hmm? What?" I replied.
"Its almost 11... We probably should go to sleep now." He pointed out. I gasped.
"R-Really? Was I sketching that long?" I was worried.
"Yeah. You did a magnificent job though… Is that a cat?" He asked, walking up to the picture and Examining.
"Thanks… and yup. that's what it is." I got up, and began walking out of the room. He followed right after, and then I turned the lights in the studio off. We walked over to my bed, and I laid down. So did Ikuto.
"Why are you in my bed?" I asked him, after I realized he was.
"Well.. A- Its too late to go to my room, B- You're my girlfriend, so its okay, and C- Because I want to be here… With you." Ikuto placed the blankets over the two of us. When he said 'With you' It hit me like something indescribable. It was an amazing feeling.
"Okay… I guess… Goodnight." I yawned, then shortly fell asleep. All I could think about that night, were Ikuto and Cats. Odd.
Sorry for taking so long to get the chapter out. I had lots to do today…. So there'll be lots of chapters tomorrow, hopefully.