I do not own anything.
"Don't overcomplicate the translation in your mind, Amu." With an overwhelming amount of patience, Ikuto consoled me with my insufferable inability to understand this language. He and I were laying side-by-side on the floor of my room. His chocolate fragrance wafted the air around us. I could feel his scent flow deeper into my pores.
"Qui est le plus special—moi ou mon frère? Special obviously means special, plus probably means more, and that's all I know. Ikuto," I breathed his name in a whimpering whine. "I don't understand a single mark on this paper."
"This is why I'm tutoring you. Just search in your heart for the answer. You'll find it." Ikuto's low chuckle caressed my earlobe, sending sparks shuddering through my body. My ravenous eyes went back to studying the way his jaw set when he was contemplating, the way his shoulder blades met when he stretched his back and arms, the way his eyes darkened when he met mine—oh, right, we were talking. What am I thinking, especially since he has a girlfriend who he'd ditch any day for me? He'd probably reminded me of his brother.
"Why would my heart be relevant to French? It's not like I ever had the chance to ever go to France last summer—oh, wait, I have; but my oldest best friend in the world chose his smoking hot girlfriend over his own friend." I hissed in reproach. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I couldn't wrap my head around Ikuto having a girlfriend.
"First, French is one of the five most widely spoken Romance languages." He smirked at me, trying to ease the tension.
"Well, you'd know, wouldn't you? Swaying girls with your French Romantic words and all, right? Maybe even French kissing? I hear that really sways them." Amu couldn't bite back the respite creeping from her forced light joke.
"Amu." His cold, icy stare pierced through the receding warmth within her. "Let's end this, since you don't seem to be taking this tutoring seriously." He stood from his spot, leaving only the bittersweet fragrance he left.
Before he could open the door, the door was opened by another occupant on the other side of the door. The other occupant showed a thinly veiled disappointment in Ikuto's presence.
"What are you doing here?" At his voice, my body tensed and struggled to sit up, finding an awkward sitting position and settling for an Indian sit.
"Don't worry, lil' bro, I was only tutoring her. I was just leaving. Clearly her mind isn't on the right track." Ikuto gestured for Yoru to move aside. Yoru stayed there, though.
"Great, because I was just about to talk to Amu about her answer—" My rigid body leaped past Ikuto and covered Yoru's mouth with both my hands. I could feel his lips curl into that Tsukiyomi smirk. I glanced at Ikuto, hoping he hadn't heard; but I could see the thought register through his eyes. A flash of odd hurt fell into the forced smile he always tried to fool me with. That smile tore me to pieces.
"That's alright." Reading the concern on my face, Ikuto reassured me, patting my shoulder. I could feel the lingering heat outline the hand onto my shoulder. "I support any decision you make, Amu." With that, he left me to fight my own battle. My hands fell limp to my side.
"See, Amu, our relationship won't harm the relationship between us all. Ikuto supports us, I love you, and from what I saw yesterday, you like me back. You were staring at our fingers, weren't you? We could hold hands like that every moment we wanted." Yoru slipped his fingers through mine just like yesterday. I noticed how sweaty his hands were. His brother and he shared a confidence that most Tsukiyomis inherited.
"Let's just try for a date tonight, and if it doesn't work out, we'll go back to friends." He quickly added.
"…Okay." All there was to accept it, right? Well, here she was accepting it. She would have felt terribly wrong, but the stupid grin marking his face brought happiness to her.
I know that it's short. I'm not the type of person for the long run, just for that dash. It'll be like this a lot more. I feel shorter but more frequent are better. Thanks for reading.