Chapter Seven
I looked at him suspiciously,
and he smirked.
"Trust me," he said.
So I did.
It was so easy, when you love someone,
to trust them even when all they say are those
two
simple
words
Here we are, at the place where the feelings began. We were standing before the place that was supposed to be wrecked years ago. But here it was, still alive.
"I-Ikuto-kun, h-how is it still here?!" I asked, bewildered.
"I bought it, right when they were about to tear it down." He said, squeezing my hand.
I hugged him. "It's not torn down…" a tear slipped from my eye, and it stained his shirt, the tiniest bit.
We walked into the old amusement park that held so many memories.
"Here, sit." he instructed, gesturing to a bench.
I did as he said, and he ran off for two minutes, then came back. He took my hand, and we walked to the teacups. I laughed as he led my in one. It was too small for even me now, let alone him. Then I saw the contents that were on the table that you turned. It was a beautifully set appetizer. Colored roses were in the center--this time only one of each--and it was as I looked at all the teacups that I noticed dinner on one, dessert on another, then one that had his violin on it.
I looked at him suspiciously, and he smirked. "Trust me," he said.
So I did. It was so easy, when you love someone, to trust them even when all they say are those two simple words.
He turned on the teacups, and they started to move.
He got in the teacup that had his violin on it, then stood on the table. He started playing, and then smirked at me. "Eat," he said, his smirk turning to a smile.
I ate the appetizer to the sound of his beautiful song, closing my eyes and swaying. Then I stopped, and asked, "So when are you joining me?"
"During the main course."
"Well, that's now."
"Alright then." He hopped out of the teacup, but not before getting out a CD player and turning it on to violin music.
Ikuto sat, and grabbed--not even one arm's length away on one of the other teacups--the dinners.
He put one on my side, and one on his.
"Mange, Fraise!" he said, smiling.
"And what would that mean?" I asked, returning the smile.
"'Eat up, Strawberry!' in French," he told me, a bragging look on his face.
I laughed.
"Do you know what, 'Je t'aime' means?" Ikuto asked me.
"No. What does it mean?"
"'I love you'." he told me, this gentle look in his eyes.
I smiled. "Je t'aime aussi," I said, smiling.
"Oh? You know what that means?" he asked.
"Yes. I love you also," I said.
He laughed. "Since when do you speak French?"
"I don't. I only know 'also' and 'love'."
"Then what are they?"
"Aussi is also, and love is amour."
He smiled. "Je ne peux pas attendre jusqu'à ce que nous nous marier."
"What does that mean?"
"I can not wait until we get married," he told me, then took a bite of his dinner. I did the same, smiling.
I couldn't wait either.
Me: THE END!!
Ikuto: WHAT?! That was TOO short!
Amu: ……O.o
Me: LOL!! Just kidding, I know. I just wanted to scare you people. ON WITH THE STORY!!
We finished eating, and he held out his hand for mine. "Now, for my favorite ride," he said.
He lead me to his favorite ride, and put me on a horse. This time, when he climbed behind me, I didn't protest. We laughed and smiled, riding on that horse.
We started walking home after that. We held hands, looking up at the sky, sparkling with crystal-like stars.
We got into the hotel, and when we got to my room, he kissed me. And again. And then we started making out. He pushed me against the wall, leaning down just a bit to kiss me. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around him so I would be his height. Like that, he carried me to the bed and laid me down, and he laid on top of me, his arms keeping him up, just enough.
(A/N: I want a buttered Ego waffle. And this will not be a lemon. Like I said, NO LEMONS!)
I pulled away.
"What, Strawberry?" he asked, his long eyelashes dazing me.
"I-I…," I stuttered. I what? I don't know why I pulled away. I only pulled away because I thought this might lead in that direction. "I don't want to go too far…," I said, blushing a little bit.
He fell down on his side next to me, and whispered, "Alright, I'll stop if you want me to." And the best part was that he wasn't mad, or anything. He was just respecting me.
"But, God, I love you," I said, cupping his cheek with my hand. "I love you so freaking much."
He smiled and chuckled a little bit. "Want to watch some T.V.?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, smiling.
I mean, most men would lay off, but be mad. But Ikuto wasn't. Not at all. I mean, I guess it's because we're getting married, but even if we were just going out, he'd stop. Like he said, he wouldn't do anything that I really didn't like. That I wasn't comfortable with.
He turned on the television and I sat on my knees. His head laid on my lap, using it as a pillow. I ran my fingers through his hair. Just like that night, after he was beaten up pretty bad… but this time, he didn't tell me to 'not touch him in pervy places'.
So we sat, just sitting and watching T.V.
But then the doorbell rang. I got up, and walked over. I opened the door, and saw Yaya, tears in her eyes, photos in her hands. She was bruised in some places, and cut in others. Her cheeks were wet, her hair messed up.
And I was confused when she cried out, "I'm so sorry, Amu-chan!"
Me: I'M SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN A MONTH AND THREE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!! DX DX DX DX DX I FEEL SO BAD!!! AND I FEEL BAD THAT THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING!!!!!!!! So, I will write you a chapter as LONG as I can! (but don't think TOO long.... -.-) Okay, but, I have an excuse! My internet was down for a while, and I had homework, and piano, and... and.... -bawls- WAAAA!!!!!!!! I'M SOOOO SORRY!!!!!!!
Ikuto: You should be. Go to the corner.
Me: -goes to corner in shame- -sob-
Amu: v.v
Ikuto: Anyway... hit it hard... and she really is sorry for not updating.
Me: WAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!