* This story was inspired by previous works that I've read in the past. Key authors being Holly Black and Melissa Marr. I take no credit for their work. Furthermore, I don't carry the rights for this anime. Some of the characters will act OOC; all of these characters are of age. Constructive criticism is very welcome. Enjoy.

Chapter 5: Amu's POV

Amu plugged her Mp3 player up to a set of small white speakers that were lain out on her dresser. She didn't like to sit in her room with her headphones in when doing absolutely nothing. Call her crazy, but she always felt as if unseen beings tried to converse with her, or watched her when she was totally oblivious. The feeling of being stared at, or watched was extremely nerve racking. When those moments happened, she always ended up wrenching her headphones from her ears and sighing with relief and aggravation when the room was proven quiet and empty.

Twirling a fork around in a bowl of Ramen, having no intention of actually eating the too-soggy stuff, she pressed play on her Mp3 and let herself drown in all that was Nirvana. The lights flickered, and her shoulders tensed with the oncoming paranoia.

"Hell, calm down, Amu." She chided herself under her breath, raking a hand through her hair. "There's nothing you really need to get yourself worked up over."

Actually, there were plenty of things she could get worked up over. First, her dad and mom might be getting a divorce. Two, she hasn't seen her friends in about two weeks. And Three, there's a friggin' Faerie stalking her. No, scratch that- She was stalking him, and he was supporting her... Stalkeriness.

If that... Made sense...

Amu sighed. Whether it did or not, it was happening. And the boy- Ikuto, wasn't just any Faerie, either. He was a Gancanagh. God only knows how the hell that's supposed to be pronounced. It's been two days since she'd last seen him ranting to her about humans in the park. Two days since then, and only one day since her research on his kind. Turns out, he's like a severe kind of womanizer. Amu almost laughed at the thought. She should've been surprised, but she wasn't. He was too good looking to not have any flaws. And flaws, he did have.

So, his skin is like a toxin. Addictive to the opposite sex; in his case, females. One touch and the woman wants nothing but sexual pleasures and love from the Gancanagh. Sometimes, the Gancanagh purposely touches more than one woman, enjoying the drama that came with it. Women would fight to the death over him and his touch. Extreme? Absolutely. And then there was the consequences to touching a Gancanagh. Once touched, the female has to be sexually pleased by the Gancanagh as often as an Addict needs smokes or alcohol. Daily. More than once daily. If that female isn't pleased, she will die. Somehow. Which made Amu wonder how the Gancanagh himself got so much... Energy and stamina to have sex nonstop. Must remember to ask Ikuto.

But Amu was only focused on the negative part of the Gancanagh's touch. There were positive outcomes- But personally, those positive outcomes weren't so... Positive to her. Not really.

The female that touches a Gancanagh willingly, lives as long as the Gancanagh himself, for as long as the Gancanagh chooses to please the female- Which is a rarity. Gancanaghs are only known to keep a female for a month or two before tiring of them. But that's just Amu's pessimistic side showing. The positive is that the Gancanagh is experienced. Not just experienced, but Hells-AMAZING at what he does. It's said that the Gancanagh knows every pleasing and sensitive spot on the female body, and also enjoys teasing and taunting and torturing the female with his knowledge of such things.

Just the thought made Amu's cheeks burn a bright red. To think that Ikuto does this stuff. Part of her finds it believable, whilst the other part is stunned by the information.

BANG!

Amu jumped from her bed and ran to her door. "Yeah?"

"H-Hinamorrii Amur...…" A deep voice slurred from the other side of the door. She opened it, only slightly relieved to see her drunken father and not some paranormal psycho murderer.

"What is it, Dad?"

Her dad leaned against the door frame, dark-brown curls laying on the top of his head messily. His breath smelled rancid. She stepped away, wrinkling her nose.

"Yer mother in therr..." He motioned to the other room. "Sh-hee wants you to come talk-k."

Amu squinted her eyes, trying to decipher his ugly English. "O...Kay...?" She shut her door and maneuvered around him, stalking toward the kitchen.

She was used to his behavior, and she was used to her mom's as well.

Speaking of which-

"Amu! Where do you think you're going tonight?" Her mother yelled from the living room. Amu walked in, and was immediately assaulted by the sharp smell of... Drugs.

"I wasn't planning on going anywhere..." She replied, only slightly confused.

"You were! You were going to sneak out that damned fire escape!" Her mother yelled. "Just like your sister!"

Okay... Amu squinted again. Ami was staying with their aunt. The only reason Amu was still here was because she wanted to ensure of her parents' capability to take care of themselves. But at times like these, she really wanted to just shoot them both in the faces and hop out the fire escape in her room.

"I really wasn't going to go anywhere..." Amu denied, raising an eyebrow.

But her mother seemed beyond all rationality. "Fine then! Since you want to go so bad, you can go join your sister! In Hell!"

Amu blinked. There was so much she wanted to say, but it would be such a waste of her own precious life to say it. She wanted to tell her parents to both go to rehab. She wanted to tell them that just because they make each others lives a living Hell, didn't mean they had to ruin hers also. She wanted to tell them that whatever happened 17 years ago wasn't her fault, and it shouldn't be taken out on her.

But then she also understood. See, 21 years ago her dad got her mom pregnant. It was just a fling. It wasn't supposed to be a serious relationship. I guess their parents made them marry each other, and then they had Yours Truly, and Ami. Amu supposed the reason they acted like this was because they didn't have the chance to act like teenagers when they were one. So they're doing it now. But dammit, it's still not her fault, and they needed to keep this unnecessary conflict away from her.

"Look, I'll just head out to give you guys some space, then..." Amu tried again, "but I'll be back later on to make sure you guys don't like... Do something you'll regret afterwards."

"We don't need you to take care of us!" Her mother called.

Amu had already turned around, heading back to her room. She didn't plan on going out tonight. She really, truly didn't. She was going to find and talk to Ikuto tomorrow. But as it seems, she didn't really have anything else to do. She'll just see him now.

Looking at her clock, she almost groaned at the time. 10p.m. Not even close to the time she's usually seen him come around. She grabbed a book off her shelf, not caring to pick a specific one. She grabbed her purple readers' light, and opened the window in her room to the fire escape. Shoving her leg out the window, she stepped on the landing of the rusty, metal staircase. Cold air cut through her pant-leg, and she immediately regretted not grabbing a jacket. Goosebumps popped up all on her bare arms, and she looked at her plain, white shirt hatefully. She would've climbed back in and grabbed a jacket, but she truthfully didn't want to go back in that hellhole. She bounded down the stairs, and jumped onto the leafy, littered sidewalk that was on the side of her house.

Shaking her head she began her walk.

Q: I promise you the next chapter will be more fulfilling. Dewa Mata!