Chapter 3. The Hardest Thing
Amu groaned and crumpled the notebook paper up, tossing it harshly onto the table. "What did it say, Amu-chan?~desu." Suu asked. Amu buried her face into her pillow and pointed a long, slender finger at the paper wad.
The Chara all picked up the letter and gasped. "Amu-Chan! He can't be serious?! After all that??!" Ran exclaimed. Amu moaned again. "I don't know, but if it's true, my life's headed straight for the emo corner." she said misserably.
Suu came over and patted the pink head once more with her mini hand. "It's okay~desu." she said in her motherly voice. "Thanks, Suu, but I'm not so sure it really matters right now. I have to think about some things." Amu said. "Amu-chi!" Yaya's voice came up the stairs. "We're going to classes now!" she called. "All right, Yaya!" Amu called back through the door. "I'm going to rest a while and not go to class today! I'll be rested by lunch and meet you there okay?"
"Are you feeling okay, Amu-chi?" Yaya called once again. "I'm fine. I just feel a little dizzy, that's all!" Amu lied. "Hinamori! We're going to plan on seeing you at the usual table or we'll have to drag you there if you aren't there on time!" Amu smiled. "Haven't you ever heard of being fashionably late, Sanjou-san?!" she called teasingly. "You better not be late!" he said. "I'll be there, don't worry!"
When everyone was gone, Amu put her charas into her case and put on her uniform. "Where are we going, Amu-chan?" Miki asked through the lid of the case. "I have to do something and take care of some errands around the city." Amu replied, heading off-campus.
She walked down the sidewalk, her hands in her blazer's pockets, as usual. "Amu-chan, are you going snooping?" Ran asked. "Quiet, you," Amu whispered sharply, poking Ran's head back into the case and shutting it tight. "Call it what you want, but that letter needs to be found out about," she said.
She walked down the sidewalk some more and stopped outside the Easter Inc. building. "All right, Mr. Tsukiyomi, we'll see just who the sucker really is here," Amu said quietly to herself, walking up the concrete steps.
Amu opened the glass door and walked in, seeing a big room made of plantinum floors and white walls. A woman was typing away at a computer behind a front desk. She had red curls and green eyes. She was very pretty and had a black skirt on and a black buisness-like jacket. She looked up at Amu. She seemed no older than twenty. She smiled. "Hello. How may I help you today? Are you a new singer getting started? If so, then you can leave your agent's card with me and I'll contact them right away to talk about a contract." she said nicely.
Amu blinked and snapped out of it. "Oh, no; I'm no singer!" she said, laughing nervously. "Are you a salesperson?" the woman asked suspisously. "No! I'm nothing like that! Really! I just want to see Iku--I mean, Mr. Tsukiyomi. I'm a--I'm an agent!" Amu lied quickly.
"All agents must have an appointment," the woman said. "I have a personal appointment with him." Amu said. The woman examined the school uniform. "You're in college and you are an agent? Who's are you?" she asked. Amu had to think fast.
"H-Hoshina Utau's!" she lied quickly, saying the first name of a singer that came to mind. "I thought Sanjou was her manager? Why would she want a contract with Easter?" the woman said. "Sanjou-soma recently had a baby. It was all over the tabloids. I'm sure you've heard. I don't have time for silly and unimportant questions. Ms. Hoshina has a very tight schedule and I don't think you'd want to upset her," Amu said, reather convisingly.
"Of course not! My apologies, Miss....?" she said. "Hinamori," Amu said. "And you are?" she asked. "Hotaru Saruna." the secratary answered. "Go right ahead. Fourth floor, third door on the left."
Amu bowed and then walked to the gleaming silver elevator doors. She pressed the '3' button and the doors closed, making Amu sigh in relief. The compartment began to shoot upwards, making Amu feel light-headed.
She emerged from the slited doors and looked around the third floor. It was a long hallway and had several red doors. "Third door on the left," Amu repeated to herself, looking nervously at the said door. She gulped and swallowed her hesitation, replacing it with anger.
"It's ALL YOUR FAULT!!" Amu shouted, pointing to the newspaper on the desk corner. "Come on, is it all that bad?" Ikuto asked. "Tadase asked that same question this morning and ended up dodging the newspaper and a flying bowl of cereal." Amu warned darkly. Ikuto laughed. "Very nicely handled, Amu,"
"NOW MY REPUTATION IS RUINED!!! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO COVER THIS UP???!" she shouted. Ikuto smirked and looked out the window of the office. His office was very large, with a dark-wood desk and some couches that curved and the entire wall facing the outside was a window.
"And what's with that letter you wrote me? Do you honestly think I'm still a little kid?! I won't fall for anymore crap of yours!" Amu shouted angrily. Before she could blink, Ikuto was at face level with her. "Is it hard to believe? My real father bought Easter and I had to work here. Why can't you believe the letter if you can believe that? Are you still as clueless as you used to be?" he asked.
"What is this, a police interrigation? Ask one question at a time. I don't know if you meant the letter or I wouldn't be here; I can believe you're here because you up and dissapeared on me; and I can't forgive you for leaving without a word!"
Ikuto turned and sighed. "You're exassperating, Amu," he said. "I am NOT!" Amu argued. Ikuto smirked over his shoulder at her. "You really haven't changed," he said. "I have too!" Amu cried. Ikuto's eyes fell on her chest. "Well, maybe you developed a lot, but that's not what I meant." he said. Amu shrieked, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.
"YOU PERVERT! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HASN'T CHANGED A BIT!" she screamed. "Forget it! Coming here was a bad idea anyway!" Amu said grimly, turning to the door. "Why did you come then?" Ikuto asked. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see you," she said. "Maybe I thought you had grown up. I can see now I was horribly wrong." Tears stared to fall down Amu's face as she ran out the door.
She felt tears swell into her eyes and she covered them with her sleeve, running all the way back to campus. She sobbed into her pillow and choked. A hard and cold lump had formed in her throat while she had been with Ikuto and was released as soon as she had started crying.
She had left him behind, in her past. But still, running away after saying all those terrible things was defiantly the hardest thing Amu had ever done. She picked up the note from the floor by her bed and began to read it again.
OK!! Readers, now I have a competion for you! I've been getting emails asking what the letter said. As you may have noticed, I haven't told you yet and won't for another few chapters. But that letter from Ikuto plays a major role in this story. If you want to know what it is, in your review, make a VERY funny Amuto argument. Make it the funniest you can and make it like Amu and Ikuto are arguing over something. Now M rated reviews though or you WILL be DISQUALIFIED. The one I think is the funniest I'll announce in my next chapter but will send them a personal email and tell them they one. I'll tell them the ENTIRE letter in printing the way it will read. Submit FAST and they all must be submitted by noon March 9th of 2009. Good luck 2 all of u! Now, GET TO SUBMITTING!!! GO!!!