Morg: Heyo! So this title was submitted by Kitty.0!
Ikuto: That's nice.
Amu: I can't believe you're really doing this.
Morg: Of course I am. I said I would.
Ikuto: I'm looking forward to it.
Amu: I'm not.
Morg: Then aren't you lucky I don't own you!
~Pulling on My Heartstrings~
"Su! Sit down! You don't need to be falling on your head again!"
"Ran, don't yell at your sister."
"Mama! Tell Yoru to give it back!"
The chaos of their household was something that Ikuto found he would never grow tired of. The stress in his life now that he was older and settled down with a family. The fears that he had in the past didn't matter anymore, but he was experiencing all kinds of new fears. Ones that Ikuto had never thought that he'd experience.
From the moment that he'd met Amu, Ikuto had felt a tug. At first, he'd thought it was just his heart lurching at the sight of those beautiful golden eyes. Then after everything they went through, from Easter to college, Ikuto realized it wasn't really just a lurch. It was more of a tug and it happened a lot.
She'd taken care of him in that alley way and he'd felt the tug on his heart. She'd let him stay in her room without telling her parents. Tug. She'd refused to fight him when he was under mind control and had even set him free. Tug. Tug.
There were so many instances through their lives where he'd felt the tug. And he knew. Ikuto just knew that it was Amu's doing. She was the one for him and he was never going to let her go because he loved her.
That night with all their children tucked into bed (yes, they'd had plenty of them!) Ikuto pulled Amu into his arms and kissed her gently.
She was quick to laugh and kiss him in return. "What's this? Why do you have that look on your face?"
Ikuto knew he had to look goofy in her eyes. He was smiling at her while thinking of his life and he felt another tug. "Nothing, I'm just enjoying the feel of you pulling on my heartstrings."
Amu couldn't say anything to that, so she kissed her husband instead. He might not know it, but he'd been pulling on her heart for a very long time. He made those strings sing with music and it was something she always wanted to hear.
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Morg: Short and sweet! This is what most of them will be like. Just short little drabbles.
Ikuto: We waited a long time and this is what you give us?
Amu: It's fine. Please don't write anything else ever.
Morg: Hey! You should just be happy that I'm writing at all!
Ikuto: Fair enough.