CHAPTER 4:

"Are you and Kiseki-kun dating?"

"WHAT?"

Nadeshiko squinted. I probably let out my voice louder than I thought again. But who wouldn't react the way I did? First of all, I just barely got transferred here. Did I look like some kind of a slut? Second, I wasn't really into the dating thing. And third, who would want to date that lilac-haired, hot-air-filled, conceited, bastard of a guy?

"It's just that...a picture of you two was posted in Charabokku," she said.

I was left speechless. Charabokku was Charanari High's official social media site where students post their thoughts, pictures, school activities and many other stuff that aimed to gather more students to enroll in the school. But, seriously, it was just the main source of gossip in the campus. What picture could possibly indicate...I uncharacteristically shivered. The thought was too much.

Nadeshiko fumbled with her iPhone. As soon as she found what she was looking for, she showed it to me with uncertainty etched in her expression.

It was a picture posted in Charabokku with 342 shares and 2614 comments. The last comment actually said what was on my mind: Oh hell.

I was still fuming with fury by the time I got to my dorm room. Thank Dad I had no roommate. Or else I probably had thrown her out because of my agitation.

I finally understood what the fuss with the girls this morning was all about and I wasn't one bit happy about it. The vase resting on the side table I kicked crashed, sending shards of glass all over my beautifully tiled floor. I grabbed a lamp and threw it across the room where it shattered in a million pieces. The urge to go extremely violent was taking the best of me. I was usually in control of my temper but I felt like the assault this time was really overboard.

The picture Nadeshiko showed me was - no doubt - the work of a stalking, deranged idiot with the dream of becoming a lowlife paparazzi. It was taken from the perfect spot, the perfect angle to make it look like something it was not.

I grabbed my baseball bat and swung it towards the gigantic potted plant in my room. Soil and roots freed themselves from the pot and dirtied up my already chaotic floor. The caretaker would have a fit when she saw this.

Not caring about the caretaker at all, I threw another vase across the room for the final blow. It flew right through my balcony and landed on the ground with...no sound? I rushed to see what happened, suddenly nervous that I possibly, unintentionally hit a student or someone downstairs.

I peered down my balcony and came face to face with the most unusual guy I have ever seen. He was clinging on the balcony's railing by one hand and was holding the vase I threw in the other. Any other girl would've probably screamed their lungs out if this were to happen to them.

But I wasn't really the screaming type, so I stayed still.

The strange guy's hooded eyes traveled south and the ghost of a smirk played across his face. I suddenly felt blood rush to my cheeks, clearly aware that I was only wearing a thin, almost-see-through camisole above my pale blue star-studded bra.

"Oh, shit!" I immediately turned and crossed my arms over my chest, trying indignantly to cover as much as possible but helplessly failing in the process.

I heard the guy land behind me with a thud. He set my vase on an empty coffee table and rounded me. I backed away instinctively. Could it be possible that he was an assassin sent to deliver me my unwelcome death? Did the other group already find me?

My head snapped up to face him, my arms still over my chest. I was mentally calculating the time of me getting away and him catching up when his eyes travelled farther down. Why the hell did he keep on staring at me? Damn.

I spotted my robe nearby, grabbed it and put it around me. My hands fumbled with the rope-thing on my robe and tied it hard. And I paled. Not that I tied it too hard but because when I glanced down to reach for the ropes, I suddenly saw that I was only in my panties. My FREAKING panties!

Blood rose to my cheeks again, painting my pale skin a flustered red. I never thought I was ever embarrassed as much as I was right now. The boy in front of me chuckled a mocking laugh, like he was seriously amused at my own expense.

"Well, as much as I love to catch falling vases from balconies and enjoy beautiful views as such, I also need to see my sister. Where is she?" deep, husky voice erupted from the guy, giving me a strange shiver or two. Damn that cocky pervert.

"Excuse me?" I unintelligibly replied.

The strange guy hang his head to the side. "My sister. Are you her new roommate?"

I raised a brow at him. "No. I think you've mistaken my room for someone else's," I said, trying hard as hell to be polite despite the fact that he was all-out staring at me earlier.

I put more distance between us. Much to my relief, the guy was wearing a loose black shirt on top of a skinny version of the plaid blue pants the boys in school wear. The guy was no mafia assassin. I was pretty sure about that because Dad did a background check on everyone from the school principal down to the janitors and dorm caretakers.

"You mean Utau's not here?"

"No,"

"Right. Sorry 'bout that," he said then mumbled something like, "Must be the wrong floor again,"

I took a step closer, suddenly getting the strange feeling of Deja vu. Everything suddenly felt like it happened already. Like I was experiencing something in the past all over again. But even before I could say a word, he had already grabbed the metal railing on my balcony and prepared himself to jump. Then he turned around to face me, "Nice undies, by the way," and left.

The incident last night made me distracted enough to temporarily forget about the chaos that horrifying picture in Charabokku did. I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I wanted the ground to open and just eat me up at that moment. That guy-

Books scattered on the floor along with a very disoriented little blonde. The students walking carelessly across the hall now came to a screeching halt. All heads were turned to the direction of the scene - including mine.

Rima was sprawled on the floor, her books and bag in total disorder. She looked like a mess the janitor forgot to clean up. Her usually soft-looking wavy hair now had several strands sticking out in all kinds of different directions. She was wearing an outfit of complete disarray and had black mascara staining her puffy cheeks in long stripes like she just cried.

Hushed voices came from the crowd.

"What happened to Rima-sama?"

"Why is she on the floor?"

"Look. Nagihiko-sama is not doing anything,"

The girl was right. Nagihiko was only standing there, a little too far away for his girlfriend's comfort. He had a strange detached expression plastered on his face. The little queen looked around and saw everyone staring at them. Her usual bitch facade crumbled right then and there. She ran towards the exit and didn't even bother to gather her things on the floor.

Gasps and whispers erupted from the crowd. Everyone was curious about what happened. I glanced at the direction Rima went and then back at Nagihiko. He was leaning on his locker door and had hands in his pockets. By the look on his nonchalant face, it was like nothing happened to his girlfriend at all - or that he didn't care anyhow.

I noticed his breathing was even and he even pulled out a set of headphones from his locker and put it on his head. Nagihiko was extremely casual for someone whose girlfriend just bolted out of the school crying. Then, he suddenly pulled out a piece of folded paper from his pocket. Somehow, I itched to walk right there and see for myself what was on the paper.

He unfolded it and stared, giving a noticeably heavy sigh after he saw what was inside.

"What are you looking at, Blue Star?"

That strikingly, terrifyingly familiar voice nearly made me jump. I didn't actually hope I wouldn't encounter him this day because face it, we were in the same damned English class. But I sure did hope I wouldn't run into him much earlier than that.

I spun around. "What the hell did you just call me?"

My voice bounced all over the hall and several students' heads snapped at our direction. Apparently, we caused a new different scene. Like this morning needed another one.

The strange, cocky pervert leaned closer, making stupidly uncontrollable blood rush to my face again. I caught his breath and he caught mine. He was THAT close. His peppermint breath engulfed me as he leaned closer. He stared at me with luring midnight eyes, his dark blue hair hanging seductively around his undeniably handsome face.

"Don't cause such a scene, Blue Star. People will see us," he said in a really hushed voice like we were doing something that we shouldn't do in public. As if we were - I cringed. I couldn't help it. This guy probably was the most seductive maniac I have ever encountered.

He put his hands on the either side of my face, boxing me in. I noticed he was wearing a hoodie and had the hood up on his head, covering most of his face from the crowd.

I tried to shove past him but the guy was like a pillar of solid cement. He didn't even move an inch.

"Get away from me, you bastard," I hissed as hostile as I could.

The blue-haired devil showed a terrifyingly sexy smirk, making me almost give in. Damn these hormones! He took a step closer, his eyes never once leaving mine. Our bodies touched and it sent shocking electricity through me. I felt another rush of blood coming to my face as he leaned in closer.

"You had me sleepless last night, my sweet. Did you know that?" he purred in my ear like a pervy cat.

His breath tickled me senseless. What the hell was happening to me? More importantly, what the hell was this guy doing?

I unconsciously noticed that no one was in the hall anymore but us. He could do whatever he wanted to me and get away with it. Oh, hell! What do I do?

"I'm Ikuto, by the way. Tsukiyomi Ikuto. Nice meeting you again, Amu,"

My knees started to buckle but I willed myself to stay still. He said my name like he was saying 'I want to have you'. The effect of this guy to me had me speechless. He was definitely, undeniably the King of Seduction.

But there's no way in hell that I'd be in his mercy.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

And there you have it! AMUTO :))

I was actually planning on being mean and dragging the story up to the tenth chapter with no Ikuto in it but Amu-chan swore she'd kill me if I did. (scary Amu-chan TwT)

I was scared as hell when she said that so I immediately sat in front of the computer and typed like crazy.

Anyway, I just went to college a month ago so I didn't get to update. Sorry about that "== I didn't get to bring my laptop cause it broke down, remember? But now my roommate brought hers so I got to do a fast update. We all have Em-em onee-chan to thank for that.

And just as promised, I'd have the 5th chapter posted, as well.

Please don't forget to review. (And maybe you guys could wish me luck in college, too ^^) Thanks so much!

With all the love for writing,

Lace Ashdown