*~~ Moonlit Garden ~~*

-:0:- Tsukiyomi Ikuto: Crazy for You -:0:-

-:0:- Amu's POV -:0:-

I snapped myself out of the trance-state. I couldn't help but be a bit awe-stricken; he was really cute, and I felt like melting just thinking his name.

"Wasn't this garden's gates locked?" he asked. "How'd you get in?" His voice was smooth and soft, it reminded me of how melting-chocolate felt on your tongue.

"I got the key, of course," I replied. Even with his expressionless face, he was still cute.

"You… why did you come here?" he asked, eyebrows knitted together as the questions whirled in his head.

"I was just curious about who was playing the violin," I explained. "You're very good, you know, Ikuto-kun."

"How do you know my name?" he defensively asked, trying to ignore the –kun part.

"Your violin case, it has your name on it."

"And what's your name?"

"Amu, Hinamori Amu," he sat on a bench over on the right side of the garden.

"I see…"

"You have very short answers, yet you ask me questions," I sat on the bench next to him. He turned his face the other way.

"Stop pestering me, would you?"

"But I want to get to know you; you seem like a nice guy."

"Whatever, just quit being so annoying," he complained, so I flicked his nose.

"What was that for?!" he asked.

"Don't call people annoying; it's rude."

"Wouldn't that be the reason why people call it an insult, right?"

"You're pretty stubborn for such a well-accomplished violinist." I looked up at the sky. "What was the song you played, anyway?"

"Tsukiyo no Violinist; my father wrote it." I giggled.

"It suits you, Ikuto-kun." He sighed.

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

"I want you to go out with me, I like you a lot."

"Well, looks like someone's very straight-forward," he smirked. "You're not gonna give up, are you?"

"Never, until you say you love me, that is."

"I have a feeling I shouldn't have made that second key," he sighed.

"Oh, it's getting late, bye Ikuto-kun, I'll see you again~!" I winked and ran out of the gate, the key in my pocket and my hand securely wrapped around it. My heart was still racing when I was halfway home. 'Ikuto, huh… he'll be fun to hang out with,' I thought as I walked in the front door.

"Where's the change?" my dad asked as I walked in the room.

"I spent it," I sighed. 'So that's the reason he gave me that much money…'

"On what?" he asked, putting the paper down so he could see. "You don't have any shopping bags with you."

"Oh, I bought this," I replied, holding out the key for him to see.

"It's beautiful, but what does it unlock?"

"What does it unlock…?" I thought, and then winked. "A boy's heart~,"

"A boy's heart?" he sat there, pondering on what it meant.

"Goodnight, dad." I changed into my pajamas and leaned on my balcony's railing, holding the key up in the moonlight.

"Ikuto may be stubborn, but he's already under my spell," I giggled. "Now I just have to make sure he falls for me fully, this'll be fun!"

"I'll have to thank Rima; she helped me find my one true knight." I whispered as I lied on my bed and fell asleep.

-:0:- The next Morning -:0:-

-:0:- Narrator's POV -:0:-

Amu woke up at 10:30 and heard the violin again. She got dressed at once, and rushed downstairs to eat breakfast.

"He just can't give that song a rest, can he?" she giggled as she got her bowl of breakfast ready. Eating her breakfast, Amu started day-dreaming about Ikuto, wondering what he was thinking about. Unaware her father was near, she sighed in content.

"Whether he knows I can hear it or not, it's still something I'm glad to wake up to~," she muttered.

"Who's this 'he' and what are you waking up to?" he asked.

"Oh, well, last night I met a boy who plays the violin beautifully, his name's Ikuto Tsukiyomi, and when I woke up this morning I could hear the song he played last night."

"So you were fraternizing last night!"

"Dad, I met him in a garden and he told me that his father wrote the song, we haven't even kissed yet."

"Yet?!" he exclaimed. "You mean you were planning on being more than friends with him?!"

"Yes, I'm not sure how he feels about me, but just saying his name makes my heart beat faster, I think this is the worst case of a first love."

"Alright, but if he tries to sleep with you just tell me, and I'll kick his-!"

"Okay, Dad, I think you went a bit too far with that one, I told you it's me who's in love, he just thinks of me as a girl who loves to hear his violin."

"Alright, just tell me if he tries anything."

"Yes, Dad," she sighed. 'He's always been overprotective, but never this bad.' She thought. 'Oh well, I have to go meet Rima!'

-:0:- At 6:45 P.M. -:0:-

Ikuto continued playing the song 'Tsukiyo no Violinist' as Amu entered the garden and stood next to him. His eyes were closed, but he was aware there was someone else with him. Stopping a few notes before the end, Ikuto opened his eyes and sighed. Amu was right next to him again.

"Why'd you stop early, Ikuto-kun?"

"Y-you again… how irritating," he put his violin away.

"No matter what you say, I'll never leave you alone."

"Why are you still hanging out here?" he asked. "You're the first person I've talked to this long." They both sat on the bench again.

"I'm your first?" she smiled widely. "I'm so happy!"

"Ever the optimist, I see."

"It's better than being upset about life's flaws."

"Look, I'm not going to go out with you, okay?"

"Oh, you'll fall for me, sooner or later you will," she smirked.

"We'll see about that." He replied.

"You're confident on the outside, but you really know it's true."

"Do you come here just to pester me?"

"Yes," she closed my eyes and buried her face in his neck. "And I always will."

"H-hey, move!"

"No, you're warm."

"Hey, Amu, do you believe in… fate?" he hesitantly asked.

"Yes, but I know we can change it if we try."

"I see…" he trailed off. "Why do you come here if there's nothing to do?"

"That's not true, I come here to bug you," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer. "Your eyes are very pretty, Ikuto-kun, they're as deep as the ocean."

"Y-you don't have to compliment me, I already gave up trying to get you to leave."

"I wasn't trying to flatter you," she explained. "I was speaking honestly."

"… Don't your legs get cold when you wear short skirts like that?"

"Not really, I guess I'm just used to it."

"Stop staring at me, would you?"

"Huh, I was staring?" Amu snapped back to reality. "I didn't notice."

"It's getting late; shouldn't you be heading home now?"

"As long as I'm with you, I'm perfectly fine."

"You really are a stubborn girl, you know."

"Speak for yourself."

"Hey… do you really like being with me?" Ikuto looked away. "I mean, I'm not interesting or anything, right?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't like being here, now would I?"

"I guess not…" he trailed off. 'She's… different than any other girl I've seen, what's wrong with me? I can usually push them away, have I gone soft?' he thought.

"Ne, Iku-kun, I'm tired, carry me home."

"I've got three questions first."

"Alright," she replied, opening one eye.

"One: Why did you call me 'Iku-kun,' two: why should I, and three: how am I supposed to carry you home?"

"It's your nickname, because I asked you to, and I'll point out the directions."

"And what if I refuse?"

"Well, you'll have to…" she smirked and dropped her voice to a whisper. "Kiss me." Feeling his face gain heat, Ikuto turned the other way and sneered.

"I wouldn't waste my first kiss on the likes of you."

"Such cold words from the boy who's blushing," she giggled. "Alright, alright, you don't have to do either one, goodnight, Ikuto-kun."

"Yeah, 'night." Ikuto began wondering how he got such an annoying girl following him around. And wondering why he had secretly wanted to kiss her.

~~~*** TBC in Chapter three: Amu Hinamori: No one but you ***~