* This story was inspired by previous works that I've read in the past. Key authors being Holly Black and Melissa Marr. I take no credit for their work. Furthermore, I don't carry the rights for this anime. Some of the characters will act OOC; all of these characters are of age. Constructive criticism is very welcome. Enjoy.


Ikuto's POV:

"AMUUUUUUU-CHAAAAAAAN~!" Yaya yelled unnecessarily loud, clinging to Amu's arm as the two walked to school. "Amu-chan~! You don't hang out with Yaya no more! Yaya's feelings are hurt!"

This child's language almost irked Ikuto to the extreme. Then again, he wasn't supposed to be snooping around with them anyway. But... Amu's expression was what kept him around. He enjoyed how irritated she looked.

Amu reached and patted Yaya on the head. She looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, Yaya! I really am! Please forgive me? I will play with you after scho-ow!" He stepped on her foot. "Ikuto, what the Hell?! OW!" He stomped on it this time.

He couldn't help himself the first time. She had promised him this afternoon first. That means this 'Yaya' child has to wait her turn. And then she said his name, when clearly, to Yaya, he wasn't around. He was not in his Glamoury. That deserved a foot stomping.

"Amu-Chan? What's wrong?!" Yaya yelled with exaggerated concern.

Amu was hissing in a breath, glaring at him with what looked like suppressed rage. Ikuto smirked with amusement.

"AMUUUU-CHAAAAAAN?!"

Ikuto folded his arms and pointed to the screeching child. "Best pay her attention."

Amu shot him another glare before looking at Yaya with a forced smile. "I... I'm alright, Yaya. Amu-Chan just tripped over a rock, is all."

"Who is Ee-koo-toe?" Yaya said with stressed pronunciation.

Ikuto rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe this human went to Amu's school. First off, she was half her size. And she still looked like a grade school-er, with her mid-length almond-colored hair ribboned into pigtails. Amu was tall, lithe and beautiful. Even if she was still short, clumsy, and a bit of a ditz. But why did this observation matter to him? After all, they were just humans. He may like Amu. A lot. But he couldn't forget that they were from two completely abstract worlds. He could not.

"Ikuto is... He is..." Amu fumbled for a moment before Ikuto facepalmed.

"AH!" Yaya snapped her fingers. "He's your imaginary friend!"

Amu blinked.

Ikuto blinked.

"Um, Yaya, I-" Amu started.

"Say yes." He commanded.

"-Hoooow did you know, Yaya?" She laughed nervously.

Yaya may be child-like, but Amu was slow when it came to lying. Ikuto desperately wished he could. When he was just centuries old, he used to pretend to receive awards for being the most amazing liar of that particular century.

"I have an imaginary friend of my own!" Yaya exclaimed with unconfined excitement. "OH! I have the best idea yet! Our imaginary friends should meet each other!"

"Nn..." Amu looked pained.

Ikuto almost laughed. "She's cute." He commented.

Amu frowned for a moment before smiling. "Alright, Yaya. I'll play along! Ikuto would love to meet new people. I'll even have him dress up!"

Ikuto blinked. She wasn't serious, was she?

"YAY! After school, then, Amu-Chan?"

Amu nodded, and Ikuto started to feel worse. "Yes. After school, Yaya."

Ikuto sighed. So much for alone time. Not that they would do much other than talk, anyway.

[-Later-]

The teacher spoke too much. The teacher spoke so much, Ikuto felt as though he wanted to saw his own ears off. He would do it too. If it weren't for the action being too extreme for this circumstance.

"It was conjectured by Gauss that the number of primes up to any point X was less than a certain smooth, easily calculated function of X. This conjecture was supported by extensive numerical evidence. However, in 1914, Littlewood proved that, in fact, the relation becomes false for an infinite sequence of large X's. Let's take a look at Littlewood's reasoning."

The class groaned, staring down into their books without really seeing them. Ikuto never liked crowded areas. Since he was Fae, he could sense human emotions. Like an empath. And right then, he was overwhelmed with lethargy and boredom. The only true emotion that shone through the crowd of sleepiness, was Amu's; who felt emotionally disturbed. Her emotions were all over the place. Today might not be her day.

Ikuto sat on the teacher's desk. The only person to notice this was Amu, who occasionally looked up from her book to glare daggers at him. And as usual, Ikuto returned her lacking affectionate stare with a smirk.

"Did any of you have any questions about the application of Littlewood's reasoning in problem 6?" The rusty-colored haired teacher asked with honest and hopeful eyes. His glasses glinting under the fluorescent light.

The class remained ignorantly silent, and Ikuto observed as the excitement in the teachers eyes slowly died. "No one?" He pushed his glasses back up his nose with a small disappointed sigh.

Maybe it was from pity but Ikuto soon ended up sitting in the far back of the class, materializing in a seat. He went unnoticed. Except by one. Who was wide eyed.

Ikuto used his Glamoury, and raised his hand. "I have a question, Nikaidou-Sensei."

Ikuto felt at peace with the excitement that he could see glowing in the teacher's eyes once again. "Yes, of course! Please do ask!"

"Why is it that Littlewood believes that an individual can expect to experience miracles at the rate of about one per month...? Why not more than once a month?"

Nikaidou-Sensei looked pleased and he cleared his throat. "Well, Mr..." The teacher squinted at him. "Who are you?"

"Tsukiyomi Ikuto. Transfer student."

"Can't say that I've heard of your appearance! In any case, I wish you a good welcome."

"Thank you." Ikuto said smoothly, appreciating the perks of being in a large college class.

"AH! The question!" Nikaidou-Sensei remembered. "Well, Tsukiyomi-San. Littlewood defines a miracle as an exceptional event of special significance occurring at a frequency of one in a million. He assumes that during the hours in which a human is awake and alert, a human will see or hear one "event" per second, which may be either exceptional or unexceptional. Additionally, Littlewood supposes that a human is alert for about eight hours per day. As a result a human will in 35 days have experienced under these suppositions about one million events. Accepting this definition of a miracle, one can expect to observe one miraculous event for every 35 days' time, on average – and therefore, according to this reasoning, seemingly miraculous events are actually commonplace."

"I see. I understand now. Thank you." Ikuto murmured.

Nikaidou-Sensei looked beyond pleased, and after welcoming him, continued further with his lesson. More energetic than before.

After class, Ikuto stood from his seat with a shit eating grin, watching Amu fumble with gathering her stuff before turning and smoothly walking out of the room. He could sense her burning incredulity, and he was in no hurry, unlike her, to talk.

Amu's POV:

Amu stomped out the room, irritation poking at her as she looked for Ikuto. She couldn't believe he would do something like that! He was supposed to remain incognito! For him to draw attention to himself, when she was sure that he was supposed to stay away from her neighborhood bugged her more than anything. What if someone non-human, found him and took him away again? He needed to be more careful! Just thinking about it made her anger spike to the extreme.

"Hey, Amu." A polite voice came from her right side and she turned her head to see whom it was.

"Ye- Oh, good morning Tadase." She said with a smile.

"Ohayou, Hinamori-chan." Tadase returned her smile, looking fairly at ease. "How was class?"

"It was..." She paused, fumbling for words that didn't involve Ikuto. "A bit boring."

"I'm not sure about that," he said with a soft laugh. "Mr. Nikaidou knows how to make things sound interesting enough."

They both turned the corner, and Amu nodded with a shrug. "I guess so. But it was still boring." She flipped her hair with an unimpressed sigh.

Tadase gave her a warm look that made Amu feel guilty. Why did she feel guilty? It's not like she was cheating. Was she? But... she and Ikuto hadn't done anything.. Even their first kiss had limitations. Was it the thought that she was trying to get closer to Ikuto that made her feel like she was cheating? What made her a cheater? Did that even count as cheating?

Suddenly, the word filled her mind. 'Cheater, cheater, cheater.' She started to feel even more guilty and she could barely continue her conversation with her own boyfriend.

"Amu, are you alright?" He asked, concerned.

Tadase noticed, of course. He always noticed when things were wrong with her. That was the difference between Ikuto and Tadase. Tadase tended to her emotions, whilst Ikuto savored them, occasionally comforting her. She liked to believe it was merely because Ikuto wasn't human, and therefore didn't know how to comfort a human.

And yet, Amu was drawn more so to Ikuto than she was to Tadase. Was it because Ikuto wasn't of this world? Was the reason behind her infatuation with him because he was forbidden to her? She didn't know.

"Hinamori-chan?" Tadase asked again; taking her hand in his as he stopped walking.

"Hmm?" She snapped out of her reverie and gave him a lazy blink. "What is it?"

"You were miles away..." He murmured.

She blushed.

"No, I just... I was just thinking, that's all."

"Are you sure? You know, if you need someone to talk to, I am here." He patted her arm and Amu suddenly felt as if a bucket of ice was poured down her spine. Looking behind her, she saw Ikuto leaning against the wall in his Glamoury. He didn't look happy.

Amu focused her attention back to Tadase and smiled. "Thank you so much, Tadase-kun.. It really means a lot to me." She boldly threw her arms around him, smiling as she squeezed him with genuine gratefulness.

Tadase held her before breaking away, lifting her chin and smiling at her. "No need to thank me, Hinamori-san. Don't thank me." He closed his eyes and Amu internally panicked, knowing exactly what he wanted. She mumbled under her breath for a moment before closing her eyes in embarrassment as Tadase brought his face closer to hers. Would Ikuto get jealous? Is he a violent jealous person? No one would ever know. Unless... She inched closer to Tadase's lips.

Drrrrrrrr!

Amu felt a gloved hand grip the back of her shirt and forcibly pull her away. She looked over, already knowing who it was. "I-Ikuto, what's the matter?" She knew exactly what was wrong, but she wouldn't mind hearing it from him.

Tadase looked very agitated with the rude interruption. "Hey! What's wrong with you?!"

Ikuto's voice was cold and merciless. "No public displays of affection. It's horrid to watch, so refrain from doing it."

Tadase's cheeks grew red and his brows furrowed as he practically barreled towards Ikuto, stopping when they were practically chest to chest, neither backing down, neither showing any signs of weakness in front of the other. Tadase's teeth clenched and he looked as if he wanted to inflict harm.

"Tadase..." Amu said, a small quiver in her voice. "We're on school grounds, remember? You can't risk getting into trouble.."

Amu glanced at Ikuto, and like Tadase, whom did not seem to care much for the other. Amu assumed neither did he want to touch him lest his curse affect Tadase. She also assumed Ikuto's toxin affected both genders.

"Ikuto... You too." She said simply.

Ikuto's POV:

Ikuto made a small objective noise, practically burning holes into Tadase's face. Why should he care if he touched this annoying mortal? This mortal that served as the cause of Ikuto's irritations. This mortal whom carried himself as if he were a king. A king half the size of himself. Of course, he wouldn't touch him for the pure intention of getting pleasure from the fair haired boy. He'd touch him, and leave him to suffer. He would rip away this guy's dignity, make him fall to his knees and beg for his touch, and he would enjoy every moment of it. He wouldn't allow Utau to 'save' him and shove him in her closet. He would watch this mortal wither away and die of his obscene lust. The thoughts almost made him reach out and touch him. But then there was another interruption. And it wasn't Amu or the Kiddy King. It was another useless mortal. Who also carried themselves high with the authority that wasn't great enough to earn his respect.

"Alright kids, break it up. Enough fooling around, it'd be wise to go to class. You didn't pay to slack." The man said. His face was worn and stern. Oh, the stresses of being around rebels. Was this a college? Or a high school? Ikuto forgot.

When he looked back, Kiddy King was backing away, his glare still strong, and still un-affecting. Ikuto noticed the fair haired boy's glance towards Amu, and how it softened; and Ikuto grew insanely frustrated before turning and walking off himself. He knew many things in the time he's existed. But only one of those things were important to him. He needed to obtain Amu for himself.


Q: So, I'm not fond of this chapter. I know, it's not the best, but I was eager to update, and I wanted to do a school scene involving Ikuto. The point of views were changed more than I would have liked in this one, and none of them lasted as long. All in all, I'm fairly disappointed in it, and I promise you a better update very soon. So stick with me, things will get better. Also, I may have an unexpected scene next chapter. Look forward to it. ^^ Please R&R. To be honest, the last two reviews I received kinda forced me to sit down and update. So thank you for keeping hope in the story that I haven't updated in months. You're truly appreciated.