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"Yoru, before, you never spoke much about Ikuto; but now, why is it that you're always talking about him?" In the comfort of her own bedroom, Amu spoke freely to her dead ex-boyfriend. With her hair brought up in a half-ponytail by a blue X clip, the frame of her face reflected her recent lack of appetite.
"What's so wrong with it? I mean, you're perfect for each other. Don't you agree?" Yoru tried to act nonchalant, but it made the words seem more out-of-place.
"If you mean we're perfect to stay out of each other's lives, then yes, I definitely agree with you." She snickered. Her body was prone on the bed, save for her rapidly beating fingers running rampant on her phone. Yoru just floated around, examining her room.
"Who are you texting?" Yoru asked with a dejected tone, floating above her.
"Tadase. I had some extra amusement park tickets, and I thought why not. I would go with you, but clearly, that wouldn't help me get over you Tsukiyomi brothers, now would it?" A lifeless smile touched her lips.
"I'm sorry, Amu." With his head bowed in shame, Yoru softly landed on the floor next to her.
"You can't be sorry about that, Yoru. It's life. I wasn't meant to be happy with you nor Ikuto." Tears drifted down her face straining a smile. "I have to go to the bathroom. I forgot something."
Yoru could see through her lie. He knew Amu just wanted to cry in her bathroom. The abyss in his core ached with an intense burn. His downcast eyes met her phone, and an idea shot through his head, like all cartoons. He knew how to mess up her ideas. A fierce Cheshire grin marked his face as his thumbs tapped the phone.
To "Hotori Tadase": I actually think that it'd be better for both of us if we start saying the truth. I'm not over Ikuto, and I'm planning on confessing. It's not you. It's me.
Yoru couldn't help laughing over the cliche ending and thought to himself how genius he was, until another idea came.
To "Amu, Don't you Dare": Ikuto, if you want to persuade me, come to the amusement park at 8.
The purple haired, normal-sized boy chuckled to himself. Amu was so tempted to text or call Ikuto that she had to put that. He thought to himself... This night is going to be epic.
Dead Boyfriend's Brother
In front of the amusement park, lights lit up the couples, families, and friends middling around. The lines were long, but the bright smiles on most faces meant it was worth it. The lone girl with a grim face stood out in the crowd, despite her pink hair contrasting with her red scarf. Not a single soul, except hers, could see the ghost standing in front of her.
"Amu, as my last wish, let's make a bet," Yoru challenged, looking around excitedly. His feet bounced one after the other.
"What are we betting?" Amu laughed at his eternal childish ways.
"If you win, I'll stop pestering you about Ikuto. If you lose, you'll have to confess your love for him with a kiss on the lips," He informed her with a growing smile. She knew he saw something she didn't.
"And, what are the terms?" She smirked, cocking her head to the right. She knew she'd win. Yoru always gave these childish competitions when they were in school that she'd easily win.
"You'll have to put up with Ikuto for the rest of the night. If you see him any time this night, you'll have to stay by his side. If you are to ever leave his side by the time this amusement park closes, you'll have to do it with a confession and a kiss. Deal?" With the knowledge he withheld from her, he spoke with profound confidence.
"Deal. I won't be even seeing him tonight so it's your loss." Amu stuck out her tongue, already ready to win her reward.
"I'll go before your date sees me. I hope I don't see you soon." Yoru waved a weird farewell. She just assumed that it was because of his childishness, but how wrong she was. She didn't know that those words would be the last she would hear in her lifetime and that his word date didn't refer to the same man she thought.
A few seconds his Cheshire grin evaporated into thin air, familiar arms wound tight around her torso and a bittersweet smell of chocolate replaced the scent of her strawberry shampoo. A warm breath touched her blushing ears as her name fell from his lips. His sound of her name reverberated down from her ears and seemingly through her Eustachian tube rattled down her throat, sending an echoing vibration course through her being.
"Amu" was all it took to send her spiraling off her last shred of common sense.
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