Hey everyone! Yes, I know that last chapter was confusing, but it was supposed to be ;)

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Well, I hope you enjoy, this one gets back to the two delinquents a bit.

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Detctive Wallace

Breakroom

5:27 P.M. March 10, 2012

"Who is she?" Alec, my Bronx Native partner, asked. There was a touch of anger in his calm voice.

"That is agent Don, she's with the DoD," I said and took another sip of my coffee. I watched her as she stared at the girl with a kind off possession in her eyes.

"What does the DoD have to do with this case?" He asked. I could see him look at me from the corner of my eye. I took another sip, and then glanced at him.

"No idea, have Scarlett call over," I said. I could see Alec nod and then heard the door slam. A momentary glance showed me he was gone, so I pulled my cell from my pocket and dialed 892-7749. Each tone as I pressed the digits pounded into my nerves. I began to record the...interesting interview taking place in front of me as I waited out the rings.

"Hello?" The grizzly voice asked.

"It's Wallace," I said. the bang on the other end made jump.

"I know who this is! What do you want?" He yelled back.

"Comander I need information on the-"

A door slammed.

I looked up to see Agent Don exiting the room.

"On the what?" Commander Reade yelled through the phone.

"The Delian case, please send me the case files, and the credentials for Agent Don," I closed the phone and looked through the glass. Pinkette was now alone. I guess it's time to continue my interview with the girl.

Amu

6:30 P.M. March 10, 2012

Investigation room 11

Sitting, waiting for someone to come in is scary. Midori just left, and my shaking body was even worse. She's gone, and I'm even more terrified. She can't hurt him, she isn't allowed too, right? Mr. Wallace, he might help me to help Ikuto. Again I squeezed my eyes shut. I spread my conscious out and the terrible onslaught was like feeling my skin rip, a burn inside of my head that was nearly impossible to fight. This is always what happens. Instead of moving, taking a breath, flinching or anything I pushed through. When I opened my eyes the colors were so vibrant they made me gag. I sorted through the colors, trying to ignore the feeling and the voice that came with each shade. When I finally found his color it was like every other time, a momentary panic at not being able to feel him. He can see them too, and so he can block himself from everything. When I everything is too much, overloading everything inside my head I can always find him somehow. When those little people get to be too much and I don't want it any more he's always been there.

"That's right," I whispered, "he's always there."

"Who's always there?" I didn't look up at Mr. Doug Wallace, instead I stared at my hands in my lap.

"Ikuto," I said quietly.

"That boy in the other room?" He sat in front of me, but I didn't look up at him.

"I don't know," I said.

"Why don't you tell me more about why you're with him," he said. Something was set down in front of me, and when I looked up I saw hot chocolate. I took it with a smile and looked up at him.

"Well, hot chocolate plays a big part," I murmured.

December 9, 6 years after Amu's release

Official date not yet determined

My hands dragged down the door, my voice hoarse from screaming, begging Midori to let me back in. I stumbled backwards, tripping and collapsing to the pavement. I couldn't go home that night, or the next, or even the next after that. Midori was leaving on business and wasn't going to be back until Monday and she didn't want me alone in the house so I could steal and break stuff. I looked up at the night sky, snow falling through the chilling night air. I reached up, catching the white flake. As I brought my hand to my chest I looked at my palm, but the flake wasn't there anymore. Whether it had melted, or whether the blood all over my hand had drown it, the flake was gone. I sat up, pushing my aching body and forcing it to stop being so stupid. I got through the gate when they showed up.

"No, no, no!" I began to run, trying to escape them. I could hear them screaming behind me as I pushed myself forward. I could feel it when they disappeared, and when they disappeared I collapsed onto the bench. Why can't I make them go away? Why won't they leave me alone?

I couldn't stop, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I held my throbbing hands against my chest on the bench, curling in on myself to try and keep warm. The tears felt like they were freezing on my face, but all the pain wasn't enough. I don't deserve so little, deserve more.

I curled closer to my body when a hand fell on my shoulder.

"Are you ok?" The voice asked. I sat up, immediately responding to the voice. No, it cannot be him! He's just a figment of my imagination.

But there he was, midnight blue eyes and all staring down at me, worry coloring the beautiful nonchalance. I reached up, and I touched his cheek. His eye twitched, like a cat's and I knew it was him.

"Ikuto?" I whispered it, I couldn't do any more than that.

"Amu?" He looked surprised, and as the recognition crossed through him I threw my arms around him and the sobs were clouded by his chest. After a moment hands found their places around me, and his arms held me tightly. "You ok?"

I shook my head. "N-no!"

He ran his hand through my hair gently.

"Why do you dye your hair pink?" He asked.

"I-I don't!" I said through the sobs.

"Really?" He sounded amused and I sniffed and nodded, I cringed in on myself.

"Is that bad?" I whispered. He didn't say anything for a moment.

"Well, it makes you interesting," he said. I looked up at him in surprise.

"Me?" I asked, surprised. He arched an eyebrow.

"Yes, you," he said slowly like I was stupid. I flushed.

"I'm not stupid!" I said angrily and his mouth twitched into a crooked, sly, smile.

"I wouldn't go that far," he teased. My mouth popped open.

"Y-y-you-"

"You're not crying anymore," he said, his eyes suddenly very close to mine. I reached up, touching beneath my eyes.

"I'm not," I realized, then looked at him. He looked suddenly closed off.

"You're hurt," he wiped his thumb across my cheek and I squinted my eyes closed. "I am not going to hurt you."

I hung my head, not opening my eyes as I dropped my arms from him. "Sorry."

"Your voice is as loud as your stomach," I looked at him, surprised by the fact he was right. My stomach was talking.

"O-oh," I couldn't get anymore out before his hands pulled me to my aching feet. His arms caught me when I collapsed.

"I guess you're my princess," he swung me into his arms, carrying me like a princess, and his eyes came close to mine. I gasped in surprise, then shivered as his warmth began to sink into my frozen body. "Time to be your knight."

I fell asleep then and there, in his arms. I trusted him.

Amu, Amu, Amu.

"Amu, wake up," a voice told me. I rubbed at my eyes and sat up. When I looked up I saw him, and stared at him in awe. He handed me a bowl of ramen, and a cup of something that smelled delicious. I took a bite, then another, then another, and another and then I realized he was staring out the window. Because he wasn't watching I just ate the delicious food. I've never had anybody make me food for a very long time, and it was nice.

When I set the bowl down on the table in front of me, I looked up at him. When I realized that he was staring at me I blushed and looked down. "Sorry."

"Don't be, just drink the hot chocolate I worked so hard on for you," he said. I looked at it, and then picked the mug in front of me up. I poured the steaming liquid into my mouth, not expecting the flavor to be so absolutely yummy. I jumped, the liquid splashing all over me and making me yelp in pain. Ikuto got up, sighing and left the room as I tried to mop the hot chocolate from my clothes with my hand. He came back with a towel, moved my hands, and began mopping it off me.

"I-"

"Stop apologizing," he murmured.

"Okay," I said, looking down. His hair was beautiful, midnight blue and messy. I couldn't resist touching it, and when I did, I stroked it. His head feels like a cat! I leaned my cheek on it and closed my eyes.

"It's kind of hard to do anything with you doing that," he said and I jumped back.

"S-so-"

"Shut up," he said gently. Then he left the room again, leaving me to watch him curiously. This time when he came back he threw something at me, and when I caught it and held it up I felt surprised. It was a shirt.

"A shirt?" I asked.

"Bathroom's just down the hall, and on the left," he said quietly as he took my dishes.

"Bathroom?" I looked up at him.

"Unless you want me to watch you change," the look he glanced at me with, although it looked uncaring, had something soft in it. It made me curious, but I went and changed in the bathroom. I put my clothes on the counter, folding them neatly. I washed the blood from my hands in the sink, carefully cleaning out all the wounds. Before I could put the shirt on, I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. I touched my reflection, tracing the terrible bags under my eyes. Bandages everywhere, my torso, my legs, my arms- no wonder I hurt so much. Blood seemed to be everywhere again, so I turned quickly away and pulled the shirt over my head. I found him in the kitchen, washing dishes.

"I've never had hot chocolate before," I said quietly.

"Really?" He asked and looked at me.

"Yeah," I said quietly.

"Well, then think of it as a house warming gift," he said.

"Housewarming gift?" I asked curiously, and he chuckled.

"You're moving in."

Well there you guys go!

I really enjoyed writing this chapter, just so you all know.

I truly have a passion for this story, after all this story took me like three days to write.

So...yeah.

I hope you enjoyed, so let me know what you think!

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