So I havn't been getting many reviews and I'm wondering if they're is something I could improve on or something people don't like about my story? But woe is me, I am self-conscious about my writing...if people are enjoying it than yay! Either way expect a bit more Amu x Ikuto for a bit, until we get through this sleepover bit!
Chapter 10: A Debt to Owe and A Heart to Break
Amu was walking home but her mind was else where. Tadase was totally upset about Ikuto's gift...and now...now she just felt guilty...but what should she feel guilty for? Getting a gift? She never felt guilty for Tadase's hair clip gift...but Ikuto never really showed his feelings if the gift had offended him...not to mention she'd ended up in his arms anyway. He liked his chocolate ice-cream that's for sure... She looked down at her bracelet. It was her...edgy...black with silver charms...but delicate. And it had...all of the...
"Watch out!"
"Umph!" Amu felt the wind knocked out of her as she was pushed forward, being held by someone. She caught her breathe only for a moment, when the stranger and her hit the ground suddenly from impact.
"What were you thinking Amu-chan?" A voice groaned.
Was it really? Amu looked up to see Ikuto and his kitty ears sticking up as he got up from the ground. He looked down at her and helped her up with his grip on her arm.
"I...I was...uh..." Amu said suddenly. She didn't even know what happened.
"Crossing the street without looking...honestly sometimes I think you want to get killed." Ikuto looked down at her, he had felt protective of her, somehow Amu-chan wouldn't look as cute smushed under a car.
Amu was speechless until... "Oh no!" She looked down to see that they had in fact landed on the fish pastries she had bought.
"Amu-chan you really are a pest sometimes." Ikuto sighed.
"I...they're...broke." She held them up to him.
"Huh?" Ikuto stared at the bag.
"I was going to get you some food...I figured since you didn't have a place to stay you'd be hungry..." Amu explained...that and a thank you for the bracelet but he didn't have to know that.
"So you really do care." He took it and patted her on the head, teasing her with a sly smile.
"I hate when you do that!" She complained.
"Broken or not I don't mind." He shrugged and took a small piece out. Suddenly his arm tensed.
"What's wrong?" Amu noticed his sudden change.
"Nothing...a little sore from impact." He muttered. His ears twitch.
"You're ears twitch when you lie. You're hurt!" Amu said as she noticed the small rip on his shirt on his shoulder.
He walked up close to her, "I guess your going to have to just nurse me back to health." He said it so seductively it sent a shiver up Amu's spine.
"Pervert." Amu started to walk away. "You're going to need to do something about it...so either come to my house and fix it or go to the hospital."
Ikuto followed behind. Amu was acting strange...she was showing more concern than normal...maybe his gift last night had helped a bit. He hated to admit it but Yoru was right...Tadase did care enough to buy her a gift...and if he wanted Amu maybe he had to step up...still the prince thing wasn't his character. He shrugged and followed her until she got to her front door...he used the window. He hated to admit it but his shoulder really was hurting. He character changed quickly back.
"Do you mind if I eat the rest?" Yoru was already scouting the food.
"Don't care." Ikuto shrugged. He leaned on Amu's wall, and took off his shirt...he tried to touch his shoulder...blood.
"Okay mom! Nope just a little scratch from on the way home... Yes mom, I tripped again!" Amu argued entering her room. She saw Ikuto with his shirt off.
"Jeez is this another one of your perverted attempts!" She chucked the bandage roll at his head.
"Ouch!" He said as it bounced off weakly. "How do you expect to nurse me if you cant get at my shoulder..."
She rolled her eyes and walked over to the bed. He sat down on it beside her.
"...Or did you want to rip in off yourself?"
She hit him on the side of the head. "Pass me the bandage...Ikuto your bleeding!?"
"So? What's it matter?" He shrugged, and rested his head on his knee. "If you weren't so damn klutzy maybe I would have less injuries..."
"...well you don't have to save me all the time."
"You'd be dead by now." He said cynically. "Ouch."
"Sorry." She said and taped the bandage on. "You can put your shirt on now."
"Nah, I'll leave it off...It's ripped anyway." He smiled.
Amu groaned with annoyance. Still it was strange to see Ikuto with his shirt off...his muscles were a lot more toned than Tadase ...still they were divided by three years.
"I see your wearing the bracelet." He mentioned as non-chalantly as he could.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Amu blushed slightly but hid it hiding her face downwards.
"I don't know, I thought it was more likely for you to let it collect dust on your dresser." He didn't mean to reference Tadase's gift but he let it slide.
"I.." She felt speachless. She never wore Tadase's gift because it was sentimental...or more that something more edgy was more her style. Actually Ikuto's gift had more to do with who she was than Tadase's...the small spikes hanging between the charms...all having to do with her characters.
"Plus I wanted my necklace back." Ikuto filled the void, he didn't want to offend her. Amu noticed it was the only thing that dressed his upper body.
"Well your bandaged now so you can go..." Amu said.
"Why? I only just got here...plus is this the thanks I get for saving your life?" Ikuto raised his face closer to hers.
"Apparently crushed pastries arn't enough." Amu felt a guilt for landing on them, she blushed a bit from his closeness. Ikuto caught on.
"Then make it enough." He said and bit her ear like he had once done in the ally way. His hair brushed onto her cheek and made her shiver...soft again...like a cat.
"Stop it...I have to go get dinner soon. I'll bring you up something since Yoru ate all your food." She left to leave and hesitantly felt the temperature drop as she left beside Ikuto's body. She felt guilty now times two...she owed Ikuto and Tadase was hurt...maybe that's all she was...cold.
