Getting Married to Him?
Amu is 21 and her parents are afraid she won't ever get married. She's rejected every single proposal. So they talk to a friend of theirs which happens to be Aruto Tsukiyomi. He tells them about his son Ikuto Tsukiyomi. They arrange a marriage for them. But what if Amu doesn't like Ikuto? How will she learn to like him?
Sylvir: Hey! Ok, final change for name! (not my real name….)
Ikuto: ok sure whatever- HEY! –reads script again-
Sylvir: oh yeah I forgot to tell you about that
Amu: ? what are they talking about
Ikuto: nothing
Sylvir: You'll find out..when you read it!
SORRY BOUT LONG WAIT. I've been having a MAJOR writer's block.
I know you guys are probably mad at me for not updating, but after reading this chapter you might as well say you hate me.
Some people said it was sad. So sorry! I didn't think it was sad…
I'm not going to post the reviewer's names anymore. Sorry! It's cuz the longer I wait to write, the more names I have to write down. And when I have no internet, I have to remember to go back and find it. It's too time consuming.
Thanks for all your support people! I hope you enjoy this chapter! I sick right now and yet I'm still on my computer typing whatever I wrote down in my notebook. =.=
One last thing before the chapter! I joined Cross-Country. Yay! It starts on Monday, Sept. 20th. Right now it is the 18th, so maybe the 20th passed already. I have no idea when I'm getting my internet back, so I apologize if it's like already November or something.
Disclaimer- I do not own Shugo Chara.
Unexpected Turn
How could I have let this happen? All 'cause of that stupid ring. Ikuto thought, gulping down his glass of wine. He'd left the hospital earlier and had taken a stroll around the hospital and somehow managed to stumble upon a bar.
So here he was, sitting in a bar drinking wine trying to ignore the annoying women who were flirting and trying to get his number. Back when he was in high school, he would have like that. But now it was just irritating.
Yup. Such a happy life.
Yeah right, Ikuto thought bitterly. Getting your fiance into an accident that involves her forgetting you is not.
STOP IT IKUTO. JUST STOP PITYING YOURSELF, DAMN IT.
Go away. I'm NOT pitying myself for heaven's sake!
Don't deny it, Ikuto. Listen to me. I'm part of you. You're supposed to trust me.
I'M NOT DENYING ANYTHING. GOD!
Yes. You. Are. Ikuto. Listen. To. Yourself.
FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT DENYING ANYTHING! NOT ANYTHING! NOTHING! Ikuto banged his glass on the counter making his drink spill, also causing the splinters of glass to fly everywhere. He didn't really make that much of a commotion. Afterall, this was a bar. Clumsily, he reached into his pocket and got out his wallet to pay for the drinks.
Ikuto took out some money and pushed it towards the bartender. Then wobbled his way toward the exit to the alley. He felt light headed and a bit drowsy. (A/N- Do drunkish people fell light headed and drowsy? =.0?)
He leaned down against the brick wall and sighed, not noticing the figure approaching him until he felt a cold hand touch his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" A feminine voice asked. It startled Ikuto for this was an unfamiliar voice. His throat suddenly felt dry.
"Are you some stalker?" He rasped, then cleared his throat. She snickered. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." She said in a brittish accent. "I came here all the way from England just to follow this hottie to the bar and then find out he is just some random guy." Ikuto chuckled.
"Ok, I believe you. You're not a stalker."
"So, are you ok? Or was it just the alcohol's doing?" She asked. Ikuto looked up for the first time to see her face. It was late but still bright enough for him to make out her face.
She was tall and had jet black hair and gray-blue eyes. Gray-blue eyes…Interesting…You don't see that around here.
You don't see pink hair around here either, the voice snapped. He stiffened at the mention of pink hair. But then shrugged it off.
I wasn't talking to you.
Why does that matter?
B-
The young woman interrupted his thoughts.
"Are you single?" Didn't see that coming.
No, duh baka. It's night time.
She laughed, "Sorry, what I meant was, uh…nevermind. Forget it."
He shook his head. "It's complicated."
"Isn't love always complicated?"
"Good point…" Ikuto muttered and leaned back against the wall.
"Hey, I know it's kind of a weird time to ask now, but what's your n-" He cut her off.
"Tsukiyomi Ikuto. You?"
"Ashimoto Miyako, but I like just Miya." She smiled and stuck her hand out. When Ikuto didn't do anything, she said, "Nice to meet you."
He smirked and as he shook her hand. All thoughts about Amu and everything else disappeared.
"Nice meeting you too." He said, then did something he rarely did.
He smiled. Not a smirk, a real, true, genuine smile.
"It's getting late. Here's my phone number if you ever feel like talking to me." Miya said, scribbling on a piece of paper and handing it to Ikuto. "Mind giving me yours?"
"Here." He replied, doing the same thing.
"Talk to you later, Tsukiyomi!"
"You can call me Ikuto you know!" He called. "Kay, Ikuto it is!" She waved and skipped off.
With no one in sight, Ikuto allowed his tears to pour out of his eyes. After a while of crying silently, exhaustion finally took over him.
.::xTxTx::.
"Utau?"
"Yes, Amu?" She answered, turning to look at her best friend. "What is it?"
"Can you tell me about Ikuto?" Amu said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Anything but that." She stated.
"Fine," She pouted. "Then tell me about my accident."
"No."
"But you said, "Anything but that."
"Still, my answer is no." Utau said.
"Please?"
"No."
"With a cherry on top?" Amu said hopefully. Utau turned to look at her.
"W-What?" She stuttered.
"That's so childish." Utau muttered.
"So can you? Pretty please?"
"Fine. I give up. You're so persistent. And the begging is getting on my nerves."
"Yay! Utau-chan is my bestest friend ewa!" Amu said in a baby voice. She laughed.
"There's one condition."
"What?"
"You can't speak to anyone about this." Utau said in a serious tone.
"Why?" She asked. "Why!"
"Because I said so"
"Because why?"
"Can you? Please? You want to know about your accident right?" Amu sighed.
"It's a deal."
"You are sure you want to know about this right?"
Before Amu could say "Yes", the hospital phone rang. Utau got up to pick up the phone.
"Yes?" She said. "What is it?"
The voice on the other end paused. Whatever the person said, it was not good news.
Utau's face turned white.
"Oh." She said, then hung up.
"Utau" Amu asked. "Are…you okay? What's wrong?"
"No. No. No. No! It's not okay!"
"What did they say?"
"The wedding is canceled."
Don't kill me guys! I know I labeled this as Amuto, but that didn't mean I couldn't put in Ikuto X OC. Don't kill Miya either! I was running outta ideas so I just had to do something, right? Cuz I thought it'd be too short, if I make it something like…
Ikuto gets arranged marriage to Amu. She hates him. Blah Blah Blah. And then. She gets in accident and forgets him. 1 day later…They're back together. A while later…the wedding happens. Epilogue- Stuff about children..Blah Blah Blah…The End.
And if you kill me, then this story would never get finished. Well by me anyways.
Any grammar mistakes?
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Sorry for the looonnnnnggg delay!
Oh and wish me luck on my violin performance tomorrow at the library! :3
I'll update soon!