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"Wear it."

"No."

"I said wear it."

"I'm not wearing something that revealing!"

Amu crossed her arms over her chest, a blush on her cheeks. She looked away from the outfit. Ikuto smirked.

"Fine then; I just won't take you to the beach." He turned to walk away, but was stopped when he felt a tug on his shirt.

"Fine," Amu muttered, her eyes down so he couldn't see her blush. "I'll wear it. But it better be a thing where I can say, 'This is the best thing that's ever happened in my life!'"

Ikuto smirked.

"Oh, trust me, it will be." He turned around so he was now facing her, and leaned into her face, making her blush more visible. She gazed helplessly into his eyes, like a butterfly caught in a net. She was captured in his azure colored eyes, the color of the midnight sky. Something inside Amu tried to bubble up and she just wanted to close the microscopic space between them. After realizing what she was thinking, she quickly pulled away, grabbed the outfit, and went into her room, closing and locking the door behind her.

Ikuto's smirk faltered and he put a hand on his face.

"What the hell was I doing?" he muttered.

~*~

Amu walked out of the door, her face completely red. She was wearing some cut-off jeans that reached mid-thigh and red tube top that said, 'Love Me' across her chest. Once she walked out of the room, Ikuto's eyes widened.

She looked… sexy in his eyes.

Once Amu caught Ikuto staring, she pouted.

"See, I knew I looked like a slut!" she threw her arms up in the air in exasperation, and went to walk back into her room to change when an arm around her waist stopped her. The arm pulled her into their chest and she could practically feel the hotness of his breath on her neck. Ikuto. It was definitely Ikuto.

"You don't at all," he whispered huskily. "In fact, you look absolutely sexy."

Amu blushed as she struggled against his grip. His grip just tightened.

"Let's just go," Amu whispered, wishing he would let go. "I don't want my parents to catch me with a boy."

Ikuto's arm fell from her waist, and he chuckled, grabbing her hand.

"Come on." He said.

Ikuto peeked around every hallway, every corner, making sure the coast was clear. Nurses were too busy talking about shoes, doctors were whispering in corners, patients were walking around, exploring the hospital; surely no one would notice their departure. They ran through the hallway, towards the front of the hospital.

"Ikuto," Amu gasped, trying to control her breathing. "How are we going to get there?"

Ikuto smirked, looking at a Porsche that had the keys in the ignition. Amu followed his gaze, and her eyes widened.

"Oh no, oh no, I am not gonna steal a car!" she squeaked quietly, making sure no one would hear her.

Ikuto shrugged.

"So you don't wanna go to the beach," he asked. "Fine by me. Besides, you wouldn't be stealing the car, I would."

"Still, I don't want you to go to jail or get in trouble!"

Ikuto's eyes widened. It was the first time some one had claimed that they were caring for him. And what was this feeling rising inside him? Could he possibly be falling for her?

No.

He shook his head; that wasn't it. He was completely sure.

"Amu-chan!"

Suddenly, Amu whirled around to see her mother and father running towards her, waving their hands to try to get her attention. Their expression held different emotions: anger, fear, and most of all, hurt. Ikuto picked up Amu, lifting her onto his back. She didn't struggle, and he easily got her strapped in the passenger seat. Ikuto twisted the key in the ignition, and the car roared to life. He swiftly stepped on the gas pedal, and the car pounced like a tiger, leaving behind the hospital as if it was just a faded memory. Amu exhaled a sigh of relief when the car was on the highway, the hospital no where in sight.

"Oh my god," she whispered, hanging her head back on the seat, with the wind blowing through her hair. [A/N: Hint; it's a convertible and pic is on my profile!] "That was… scary."

Ikuto smirked.

"Are you glad you got away from your parents?" he asked, expecting her feeling guilty that she left her parents worried and without an excuse.

"Oh hell yes," Amu exclaimed. "I've wanted to get away from that… prison since forever."

Ikuto eyes widened. Once again this girl never failed to surprise him.

"Then why was it 'scary'?" he asked, mocking her tone.

"Because," Amu sighed. "I thought they would catch me and I wouldn't be able to go to the beach with you."

The way she made it sound gave him a headache. Was there a special meaning behind her words? Or were they just words that held no absolute meaning? He decided to choose the latter one.

Soon, both of them had nothing to say. It felt like it would silence between them for a while.

Finally, Ikuto decided to break it with a thought that suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Hey, Amu," he asked, looking over at the girl who's hair was being blown by the wind.

"Yeah?"

"Is there anything you've wanted to do before you… uh, die?" he asked, uncomfortable with the word.

Amu put a finger on her chin, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Well there was this one thing I've always wanted to do…" she muttered.

"And what was that?"

Having to go to a shopping trip? Going swimming? Ikuto chuckled to himself just thinking of the choices she would make.

"It's kinda embarrassing," she muttered, looking away at the lake at her side of the window.

"I won't laugh. I promise." Even though he doubted it.

"I'd like to kiss some cool guy before I die."

Ikuto nearly stomped on the break pedal, hearing her.

Kissing a cool guy? What kind of wish is that?

He broke out laughing. He swung his head back, and Amu's eyes widened.

I never knew he could look so… carefree.

Since there was no one behind them, he stomped on the gas pedal. He smirked, looking at her shocked expression.

"I think I can make that wish come true."

He started leaning in, and Amu's eyes widened as a blush appeared on her cheeks. She closed her eyes tight and slapped him across his face. Once she opened them, Ikuto had his eyes narrowed and his hand was placed over the place where she had placed her hand.

"Pervert! I don't want to have my special kiss with you!"

"I was just kidding; sheesh…" he muttered, stepping on the gas pedal again. Amu, who was feeling guilty, looked at him. His expression was annoyed.

"I'm sorry," she murmured.

Ikuto glanced her way and sighed. How could he not forgive someone as innocent as her?

"Fine. It's all right. Just cheer up, 'kay?" He took one hand off of his steering wheel and started brushing the tears away from her cheeks.

"Don't cry," he murmured. "It's all right. I forgive you."

Amu sniffled.

"I'm still sorry," she muttered, looking at the sun setting.

~*~

"Shit!" Ikuto said, kicking his foot against the tire.

"What?" Amu asked, waking up from her slumber, and sliding out of the car.

"No gas." Ikuto muttered. Amu sighed.

"Let's walk and see if there's a gas station or something." she suggested.

They started walking north, not looking at each other.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking," Amu stuttered. This caught Ikuto's attention. "Um, w-w-what disease do y-you, uh, have?" she asked, as she shut her eyes tightly. She felt Ikuto stop beside her, and she did too. She peeked out one eye to find him smiling.

"I've got brain cancer and lung cancer." He said softly. Amu's eyes widened.

Two cancers?

"I've got a brain tumor in my head," he pointed to his head. "And the doctors predict that I've only got a week to live. Also," he placed his hand on his chance. "Since I've smoking, I've been diagnosed with lung cancer."

Amu felt tears run down her cheeks. Why was she crying? This took Ikuto by surprise.

"Do you regret it?" she asked.

"Regret what?"

"Smoking? That leaded you into having Lung Cancer."

Ikuto sighed.

"Of course. But everything happened for a reason. If God wants me to die, I can't do anything about it."

Amu's tears suddenly started coming down her face at full-speed. She couldn't believe Ikuto was okay with this; that he was accepting his fate. It was something that even she couldn't do, and she was capable of a lot of stuff that didn't involve reality.

"What's wrong?" he asked, and she shook her head. Almost immediately, she lunged herself into Ikuto's long arms, hugging him tightly.

"I-I-It's just," she said in between her sobs. "S-S-So sad!"

Ikuto smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, his head leaning into her strawberry-colored hair.

"Don't worry," he murmured, soothingly. "It had been decided months ago."

Suddenly, Amu felt angry with herself that she didn't meet him sooner. She would've gotten to know him better, and she wouldn't feel such… sadness thinking about him dying. It was truly heartbreaking for her to think about. She suddenly pulled away, embarrassed, and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Let's go." She said, looking anywhere but at the unreadable gaze he was piercing into her back.

Out of nowhere, a convenience store had popped up. Amu pointed excitedly at it, seeming to forget about the conversation they were having a minute ago. Ikuto's mind, however, was still looking at her with that unreadable expression, trying to concur what she meant by her actions. But his expression immediately changed once she looked up at him, a huge smile gracing her features.

"Well, that's weird," Ikuto muttered. "Just a minute ago, we were in the middle of no where."

Amu shrugged.

"But at least we can fill up the car, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

They started running towards the station, their feet making thudding sounds against the concrete. Ikuto walked into the store, telling Amu to stand outside. She saw him talking to the clerk, probably about putting gas in a tank so they could walk it to the car. The man came out, poured some oil into a red tank, and walked back inside, handing it over to Ikuto. Amu waited patiently. Ikuto walked out of the building, gas tank in hand. The clerk was yelling at him, telling him to pay. Soon, he was right beside them, yelling into Ikuto's ear. Amu rounded a corner, not wanting to look at them, and picked up something from the floor.

"Is this real?" she asked herself, twirling the gun in her hand. No. It was really. Just by the design of it, the texture, and the heaviness of it. Minus, who would leave a real gun on the floor? Unless, of course, if they were psycho. Which, they probably were since the gun was on the floor. She stepped out of the corner, and their attention immediately reverted to her. She balanced the gun in her hand, which supposedly was pointing at the clerk. He looked frightened.

"I-Is this a robbery?!" he exclaimed, his voice full of fear.

Ikuto smirked, and walked over to Amu. He placed an arm around her waist, pulling her toward him and took the gun from her hands, pointing it at the clerk.

"Take out all your money from the cash register. Or I swear, I will kill you personally with my hands." he smirked, and Amu shook her head.

"Seriously..." she muttered, looking away, and trying to look frightened. The clerk nodded and ran inside, took out the money, and ran back outside, handing the stacks of bills into Ikuto's hand. Ikuto smirked, and started running, pulling Amu with him.

~*~

"Are you a dumbass?!" Amu screeched, pacing around in front of their stolen car. Ikuto, however, was leaning on the car, a bored expression on his face, staring at the sea that was right below them.

"I mean, threatening him with a gun?! Are you mental or something?!"

Ikuto's head suddenly snapped towards her, a glare on his features.

"I stole the gas on purpose. You know, I'm only doing this for you to have at least something you're happy about when you die!"

Amu immediately fell quiet. She turned around, so she was facing the ocean, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Ikuto suddenly started choking; he fell to the floor coughing. Amu whirled around, shocked. She immediately ran towards him, wrapping an arm around him.

"A-A-Amu..." he gasped, reaching a shaky hand to her face.

"Ikuto! Ikuto! Stay alive, at least one more minute!" Amu said, close to tears. Ikuto nodded and continued choking, but at least surviving.

"P-Pills," he muttered and Amu looked at him.

"What?" she asked.

"P-P-Pills. G-G-Get me my p-p-pills or else I'll d-die," he choked.

-gasp-

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