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 Amu and Ikuto. But what if Amu doesn't like him? How will she learn to love him, let alone like him?
Sorry for the slow update! I just moved and I've been quite busy lately...so yeah. (And I'm a naturally slow updater anyways, being the terrible writer I am.)
I've read all your reviews and some of you seemed confused, so I hope this chapter and the next can clear some things up! :3 (I'm thinking mainly the next chapter.)
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Recap:
"Remember me? Ashimoto Miyako. Oh, wait. Am I—oof!" She had begun to ask if she was interrupting something because she received no answer. But a push from behind caused her to lose her balance and it almost made her fall onto the floor.
"Oops, sorry!" apologized Utau, the one who got pushed into Miyako as everyone else, meaning Kukai, Rima, Nagihiko, Kairi, and Yaya, piled into the room.
Before Miyako was able to say, "It's okay!" Yaya burst out saying, "Guys! Look! Look at Amu and Ikuto!"
The two had already pulled away by the time Yaya pointed it out and they were each staring down at their own lap, trying to ignore the many pairs of eyes that were upon them.
Nobody had spoken since Yaya's outburst, but Amu and Ikuto both knew it wouldn't be long before they were bombarded with questions. And then the whole place would turn into chaos.
Assumptions
The tension in the room got heavier and heavier. Like a rubber band being stretched, the questions in each person grew as they continued to stare at Amu and Ikuto. Then finally, as if on cue, everyone exploded and released everything that was on their minds. And the rubber band snapped.
"Who is this black-haired girl?"
"Are you guys back together? If so, how long?"
"Does Amu remember again?"
"What's your name, miss?"
"Why were you guys looking all lovey-dovey?"
"What is Ikuto doing here?"
"I like burritos."
"I like tacos."
"I like mangoes."
"I-"
"Wait, wait. WHAT?" asked Amu, incredulously. "Who said I like burritos?" Kukai, who said it, was fearful about raising his hand. He didn't want to get yelled at by Amu. He also didn't want to create another awkward silence and since he was feeling brave, he put his hand up, never mind the consequences.
But when Amu turned to him expectantly, his courage withered away and left him to deal with his fear alone. He managed to stutter out, "I-I did."
"Okay...but why the heck did you say that? This doesn't have anything to do with...with..." she trailed off at a loss for words.
"-Anything." Ikuto finished for her.
"Yeah! Exactly!" She bobbed her head in agreement with Ikuto.
"I was hungry..." he said, as if that solved everything. Amu stared at him, her honey-colored eyes fixed on his emerald-green ones. No emotion showed through her piercing gaze, just blankness, for the pinkette was pondering whether to be mad at her friend or to be relieved that everyone's attention was elsewhere.
Utau cringed at her husband's stupidity. She loved him. She loved him very much, but at times like these, she felt sorry for him and his puny, raisin-sized brain. A sudden urge made Utau want to give Kukai a kick in the groin, but she suppressed it since he was her husband after all; she didn't want him to suffer from more public embarrassment. And kicking him in his male pride would not help at all.
Sighing, Amu said, "Kukai...you—ah—never mind. What about the person who said they liked tacos?"
Yaya's hand shot up and she began jumping up and down with excitement even though there was no need for it. It wasn't like everyone in the room was raising their hands. Her friends, with the exception of Amu and Ikuto, looked at the enthusiastic girl and sweat-dropped. Kairi, who was standing next to her, pretended not to notice and out of habit pushed his glasses up when it slid down his nose.
"Of course...Yaya...why did I even bother asking?"
"Because you-" Yaya started.
Amu cut her off before Yaya could go into an unnecessary babble that would have been long, detailed, and pointless. The pinkette wondered when her friend would one day get that she was being sarcastic. "Forget it. So what's your reason for saying you like tacos?"
"Oh! That's because Kukai said he liked burritos! And burritos remind me of tacos because, because..." Yaya took a big gulp of air before blabbing again. "Oh, yeah! Because it's like, you know, Mexican food! And they kinda rhyme!"
"Wait...then who said they liked mangoes?" The conversation was random and was getting nowhere in particular, and she knew asking that question changed the conversation into being plain "stupid." But she was curious. It wasn't too surprising that Kukai and Yaya were saying random, completely off-topic things, but she couldn't think of anyone else in the room that would...
"I did." All eyes turned to Ikuto. He lifted an eyebrow and the corner of his lips twitched up in a slight smile. "Surprise?"
"What the hell? You out of all people! Y-you!" Amu shouted, her honey-colored eyes wide with astonishment and accusation.
"Yeah, me. What about me? That I'm sexy? Yeah, I already know that, sweetie." he replied in a cocky voice. Amu rolled her eyes and shook her head. Ikuto smirked, knowing she'd do that.. But what came next was definitely a shock to him—and everyone else in the room—as well.
In the second Ikuto turned his head away from the pinkette, she took that to her advantage and tackled him. They both fell onto the floor with a thud. Ikuto grimaced as his head hit the cold, hard floor.
"Ow." he glared at Amu. "What was that for?" He brought his hands up to push her, reminding her to get off him, but she caught both his hands, pinning them to the floor. Her legs moved up to sit on his lower abdomen.
Some of their friends gasped. Others turned red as perverted images flashed across their minds. Who could blame them? The two on the floor were in an intimate position. Heck, to put it bluntly, it looked like they were going to have sex.
His breath hitched as he saw her panting above him. Her pink lips were moist and plump, begging him to lift his head up to touch her lips with his. Her chest heaved with every breath and the feeling of her sitting on him...the feeling of her warm hands touching his...She was so close...and it was so tempting to just pull her against him and—
He cleared his head of those thoughts. Ikuto hoped that she would get off soon, because he wasn't sure how long he could control himself. But it didn't seem like she would be getting off him anytime soon. Her honey-colored eyes were blazing with anger and when Ikuto glanced up to meet her scorching eyes, she exploded like a fire leaping to life.
"Ikuto! You arrogant, perverted, sexy, playboy son of a b-" Something soft pressed against her lips. And that "something soft" was a pair of lips...a pair of lips that belonged to Ikuto Tsukiyomi. The anger inside her disappeared. His lips were like the cold water washing over the roaring hot fire inside her, taming it to a small spark. Amu's heart fluttered and she let out a barely noticeable sigh as Ikuto brought a hand up to caress her face, his lips still connected to her own. She felt a familiar tingling sensation spread all throughout her body and it felt...nice, euphoric. He slowly pulled away, his eyes swarming with emotion.
She let out a gasp of pain and pressed a hand to where her broken ribs where. Oh right. She'd forgotten that she had broken ribs. Ikuto stiffened, worry evident in his eyes.
But when Amu grabbed him and pressed her lips to his once more, he relaxed. He was a bit hesitant a first, but gave in at the touch of her wet tongue on his lips. Their lips moved together in rhythm, separating only to refill their lungs with the needed oxygen. Her hands threaded through his soft, silky locks, pulling him even closer. Ikuto quietly moaned at the feeling of her body pressed so hard against his. Absent-mindedly, he moved his hand to rest it on the small of her back, careful to not brush against her ribs. She made no move to show discomfort, so he kept his hand there.
The kiss wasn't urgent, it wasn't rough, it was gentle. Gentle like fluffy snowflakes twirling to the ground or like marshmallow melting in a cup of hot chocolate. And it was also very passionate. They looked like two lovers kissing each other one last time, as if they were to part and never see each other again.
Ikuto and Amu may have not been concerned about the reaction of their audience, or have even been aware of their presence, but everyone else were aware of them. They were either fidgeting, staring, or both. Nobody knew what to do. It made a few people feel uncomfortable, as if they were intruding on something.
One person was staring at the ground, deep in thought. And that was Kukai. He was confused. Didn't he see Ikuto with that other woman? And didn't she kiss him on the cheek? He was certain they were going out...so what's with this now...? And why wasn't that woman speaking out? Weren't women always jealous? He needed to find out.
"Uhm...you...lady with the black hair!" Kukai said loudly, shattering the moment between Amu and Ikuto. They broke apart panting, their faces flushed. Everyone sighed in relief, glad that that was over.
Miyako glanced up from her phone, her fingers still busy sending a text message. "Who? Are you talking about me?"
"Yes! You! Aren't you dating Ikuto?" he inquired.
She looked confused. "Excuse me, but what?"
"Don't you put on that fake 'I'm-innocent' act! I know all about you and Ikuto!" She continued watching him, bewildered. "But I don't get it! Why did you watch the two of them make-out and not say anything? Huh? Tell me! Or was it because it was a one-night stand?" he growled. Kukai was usually a very cheerful person, and very rarely would he show his anger. And this was one of few times he did.
"I-I-" Miyako sputtered, not knowing how to respond.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ikuto growled, stepping up to Kukai. "Are you implying that we had an affair?"
"What?" Kukai was baffled. Why were they pretending like nothing happened? He clearly saw her kiss him! Did he see wrong?
SLAP!
Dead silence.
Ikuto rubbed his cheek in hopes of easing the stinging pain from the slap his sister gave him. His eyes flashed with anger as he spoke, "The hell was that for?"
Utau stood, fuming, glaring back with as much intensity. "Oh? You're asking me?" she replied with mock innocence. "You don't even have to ask! You already know it! Tch. This hurts my pride, you know, knowing you deem me a fool!"
"I—"
She raged on, "I'm so sick and tired of watching you go around and screw your life up! Why can't you act smart for once? Get things right, OK? Because I'm tired of wiping your ass! I haven't accepted the fact that you've given up on Amu and moved on to—her! But now you ditch her for Amu again? What is this? The apocalypse? Since when were you a two-timer? And you," She shot a glare at Miyako. "If you're dating Ikuto then why did you just watch them smooch their faces off without saying anything? Don't you feel any jealousy? Like god! You people piss me off so frickin much!" Utau huffed, crossing her arms and paying no heed to the many pairs of eyes that bore into her own.
"Uhm, you're Utau right?" Miyako asked, biting her lip.
Utau whipped around and snapped, "Yes?"
"Can I ask why you guys keep thinking that Ikuto and I are dating, or in a relationship? Or an affair? However you want to call it..." she asked quietly, careful not to sound defensive.
The blonde laughed humorlessly. "Shouldn't you have known what you guys did?"
"Please...please tell me what I did wrong!"
"What you did wrong? You stole my brother away from Amu, you damned bitch! You fucking kissed him! What was going on in your mind? Are you aware of what he's gone through?" she spat with venom, her voice crescendoing with each sentence. "What's that look you're giving me? Oh? Did you sleep with him too? You're such a fucking slut!" Miyako was taken aback by the harsh verbal attack, but upon knowing that the other woman was Ikuto's brother, she knew not to take it to heart; a caring sister can sometimes turn into a bitch when it came to protecting her sibling. Still, Miyako couldn't help but feel like she'd been slapped at.
"I'm sorry to have caused you guys so much stress...and you must all have such a bad first impression...but my name is Ashimoto Miyako." she bowed politely. "And again, I'm really sorry for all the stress I've caused and I didn't even know it."
Utau's eyes narrowed. She snorted. "Do you expect us to believe your fake and lame apology?"
"No, please let me finish. Actually, I'm not involved with Ikuto or anything. I didn't steal him from Amu, nor did I have sex with him. And the kiss isn't what you think it is. It was most likely bad timing on your part." Miyako let the words sink in.
Utau didn't want to believe a single word she said. Kukai was being skeptical. Amu was confused as hell. Ikuto was watching and keeping things to himself and everyone else was stunned.
Of course, Utau forced the young woman to explain herself further. "Give me a reason to believe that you aren't lying. Or tell me everything that happened. Yes, tell me everything that happened and I'll judge upon that."
"Okay, but it's a long story. How about we meet somewhere tomorrow or something? I got to get ready for an important meeting with someone. Here's my phone number!" Miyako fumbled through her bag for a piece of paper and a pen and then hastily printed her cellphone number on it. "Oh, Ikuto has my number too! In case if you happen to lose my number! Sorry! Got to go! Bye!" And she was gone in a wink.
I've been thinking about changing the story summary...because it took a completely different route from what I'd originally planned...is it misleading?
And was the kiss surprising? Did you like it? Hate it? I hope I didn't disappoint! I always thought I'd write their first kiss like during a romantic setting, but...idk...it was like the characters were telling me how to write the story. The kiss was kind of a surprise to me as well, lol! I don't know what a kiss feels like through experience, so this solely based on my observations from reading romance stories. And I'm really sorry if anything was really cliché...
Sorry for blabbing. XP
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