[Fanfiction] With You

Ikuto’s POV

X-x-Flashback-x-X

“Ikuto-kun!”

I swiveled around to see Yuki practically skipping towards me. She was dressed in a black tube top that showed her midriff with a white miniskirt that showed her ass if she bent down at the slightest. To top it off, she had on black stilettos with make-up on her face. No offense, but she looks like a total slut. While she was bouncing towards me, a guy slapped her butt and Yuki turned around to glare at him. Maybe she’s not entirely a slut since a “slut” would giggle and flirt with the guy. But she still looks like one.

“Ikuto-kun, you’re done the photo shoot?”

“Yea. I’m going to pick up Amu now.” I was having my pictures taken half an hour ago for the cover of my first single.

“Ok. Bye then, honey! See you tomorrow!” She went right up to my chest, showing her cleavage, and kissed me on the cheek. My mouth formed into a perfect “O”.

I pushed her back. “Yuki, what do you think you’re doing?! I have a girlfriend already. I like you only as a friend and there’s no way we can be together.” This wasn’t the first time Yuki hit on me. She’s done this before but this was the first time she ever kissed me on any part of my body.

She shrugged. “It’s a goodbye kiss. Friends do it all the time.” I don’t think so. Do you see Kukai kissing me on the cheek when I say goodbye? She then skipped away, her breasts bouncing every second.

X-x-End of Flashback-x-X

“Ikuto?”

“Huh?” I glanced up and saw Amu looking at me with a worried expression. “What did you say?”

“I said if you wanted a piece of the chocolate cake for dessert.”

“Oh, sure.” Ugh, Yuki is making me think about her most of the time and making me have more perverted thoughts than I already have with her slutty outfit.

Amu sighed and ran her hand through her fingers. She sat down in front of me on the kitchen table and asked, “What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“About Yuki.” She said it more as a statement than a question.

“How did you—”

“I guessed. And if you’re wondering if I’m still mad at you about that kiss on the cheek, I’m not. I’m just upset but not mad. Just don’t let it happen it again.

“Yes, ma’am.” I smirked and saluted. “And I will take a piece of cake.

Amu giggled and gave me a quick kiss. “Alright. But Ikuto,” Her expression turned dark. “Be careful around Yuki. I’m not saying this because she kissed you but it’s for your protection. I think you should get another manager. I may be paranoid or something but please listen to me.”

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“Hey, Dad?”

“What is it, Ikuto?”

“Is it possible to get another manager?”

“Why?”

I was in Dad’s office at the moment. Amu’s warning from earlier and her facial expression scared me. I have this weird feeling that she’s right.

“I don’t think she’s right for me.”

“But, Ikuto, she’s one of the best! But if you do want a new manager, you may have to wait weeks a few weeks at the most.”

“That’s fine.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Oh, and Dad? I have to the right and power to fire her, right?”

“Yes.”

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I walked into Yuki’s office and saw that she wasn’t there. “Yuki?” I then felt something pound me on the back.

“Gotcha!”

I turned my head and saw Yuki hugging me from behind, her feet not even touching the ground. I sighed. “Yuki, please get off of me.”

“Don’t want to.” She held me even tighter.

I groaned in frustration and pried off her fingers as she pouted. I turned around fully and looked at her outfit of the day. She had on a black miniskirt on—what is with her and miniskirts? Why can’t she just wear jeans or sweats?—and a blue top. The sleeves of her top were elbow length and the cloth on the front went between her breasts like a V. At her feet were black flats.

“Yuki, did you not listen to me? We’re just friends. If you keep acting this way, I’m firing you.”

“Aw, Ikuto-kun, I know you won’t fire me. You love it when I seduce you, right? I can tell…” She brought her hands to the top of the V and slowly brought it down. I felt myself harden. Damn it, this isn’t good. I placed my hands over hers to stop her from revealing her breasts.

“What do you think you’re doing?? This is a business company, not a strip club!”

“Aw, don’t be so stingy.” She suddenly pushed me down and I was caught off guard. I fell down with a thud and she landed on top of me, her lips an inch away from mine. “I can give you much more pleasure than you’re nerdy girlfriend.” And she closed the distance between our mouths. I felt her tongue licking my lower lip and nibbling on it, teasing me.

I pushed her and she landed with a grunt right next to me.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I stood up and wiped my lips.

“Ikuto, I love you,” she confessed sincerely. “I have since the day I met you. Just give me a chance.”

“All I see it a bitch who is trying to seduce me and possible sleep with me. I’ve had enough. Amu was right about you.” I turned the knob to the door but spun around towards Yuki once more. “By the way, you’re fired.”

She smirked. “You can’t fire me. Only the head has permission.”

“Oh, really?” I held up a piece of paper and waved it.

Her eyes narrowed. “What does that do?”

“Everything.” I ripped it in half, then in half again, and so on until it was in shreds. I let it flow through my fingers as it landed on the ground in front of Yuki. “That was your contract. And if you do not have that contract in one piece with my signature, it automatically means you are not my manager. Therefore, you lost your job. See ya.” And I went out and slammed the door in her face.

I walked down the aisles with a smile on my face.

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“Why are you so happy?” Amu asked as she set the plate of food in front of me. I smirked.

“I’m a very happy kitty because I listened to you.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow. “So you never listen to me?” she playfully teased.

I smirked. “Maybe, but you know what I did? I fired Yuki.”

Amu gasped. “You did?? Why??”

“One, she keeps seducing everyday—”

“You didn’t tell me that,” she accused.

“I didn’t want you to worry. Second, you told me to.”

“I didn’t exactly tell you to fire her. But I’m happy all the same.” She strolled over towards me and sat on my lap and nuzzled her nose against mine. “Now I won’t be worried about a girl seducing you.”

I smirked. “You don’t have to be worried because even if a girl does, I would never have eyes for anyone but you.” And I used my right hand to pull her head closer to mine, closing the space between our mouths.

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Next Day

“Amu, I’m home!”

No answer.

I opened the door to our bedroom and picked up the piece of paper on my desk.

Hey, Ikuto!

I’m at this new department store with my friends. In case you’re wondering where it is, it’s next to that huge store just for jewelry. Or just contact me via cell phone.

Love you,

Amu

The corner of my lips pulled up into a smile.

“…it’s next to that huge store just for jewelry.”

I pulled the drawer of my bureau and dug into my clothes. I found the jean pocket of one of my jeans and dug out a small box.

“I wonder when I should pop the question…” I clutched the box tightly and that’s when I heard singing. Amu’s singing. I turned around but she wasn’t there. Oh! It was my cell phone.

I flipped open my phone. I used Amu’s singing as my ringtone because she used my violin playing as her ringtone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, man! Do you want to do it today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?”

I paced around the room. “Um, I’m not sure. How about—OW!!!”

“What’s wrong? You sound like you’re in great pain.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

He howled with laughter. “But dude, seriously, what’s wrong?”

“I just jammed my foot against the leg of the bed.”

He cracked up once again. I snarled. “You should be glad that you’re not right here next to me because your head might just be ripped off.”

Here’s what happened: I was walking around the room, thinking about what day to choose. That’s when I tripped on a book and my thigh slammed right into the bed. I tried to balance myself but my foot hit the leg of the bed instead and it hurt like hell.

Kukai was still laughing on the other side while I bent down to clutch my foot, trying to soothe the pain.

I looked in front of me and found something sticking out from the side of the bed. When I banged into the side of the bed, I must’ve moved it a little. I pulled the paper out from under the mattress. There were two actually: a piece of paper and an envelope.

The piece of paper read:

It’s just the beginning.

What the hell does that mean?

I heard Kukai shouting my name but I ignored him.

I pulled out a piece of paper from the envelope and my breath hitched.

Stay away from Ikuto.

The thing that made my hair stand on end was the red stains on the note. What does this mean? Could it be Yuki? Is that why Amu told me to be careful around her? But why didn’t Amu tell me about this?

”TSUKIYOMI IKUTO!!!!!”

Whoops. Forgot about my enraged friend on the phone here.

“Sorry about that.”

He sighed. “Finally got your attention. What were you doing?”

“Nothing…” I held the note up and read it once again. “Hey, Kukai, can I call you when I want to do it later? I’ll call you.”

“Sure. Just remember it has to be within five days. See ya later!”

“Ok, thanks.”

I closed my phone and looked down at the two notes.

I think Amu and I have to have a talk about this…

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“Ikuto, I’m home!” I heard Amu shout. I looked at the clock which read 8:38 p.m. She was sure out late.

I sat on our bed, waiting for her to come here.

“Ikuto?”

“I’m in our bedroom.”

I heard footsteps approaching our room and then I saw Amu herself. I felt my member hardened. Damn. Why did she have to be so hot??

“Hey.” She had a strapless black dress on that reached halfway down her thigh. The top part was like a corset that showed some cleavage and pushed up her breasts. There was a white ribbon that wrapped around her waist and the dress from the ribbon and down was flowy. She had strapped open toe high heels, making her three inches taller. How do girls walk in those?

Her angelic smile turned upside down. “Are you sick or something? Normally, you would spout perverted comments everyday but you’re awfully quiet today. Did something happen?”

She knows me too well. “Sit down first.” I patted the bed on the right of me.

“What is it?”

I wrapped my arms around her waist because I couldn’t take it anymore. My hormones were acting up. Damn it all. I pulled out the pieces of paper I found today from my pocket and I heard Amu gasp.

“Care to explain this?”

“H-How did you find—”

“Explanation, please?”

Amu looked away, ashamed of herself. “I received the mail a few days to a week ago. The other note was on the windshield wiper the day my tire popped. I’m pretty sure it’s just a fangirl who’s jealous.”

“Even if it is, you still should’ve told me about this.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

I waved the paper full of blemishes. “Oh, yea? This looks like a threat. Red paint that resembles blood adds to the danger. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She looked down.

“Amu, look at me.” When she didn’t, I grabbed her chin and lifted it up and gently pulled her in for a kiss.

I broke the kiss and said, “Just tell me.”

“…I didn’t want to worry you. You’re working on your violin playing and me telling you about two stupid notes will make you fret over nothing.”

“Amu, whether it’s something small or big, I’ll always worry about you and think about you. I love you too much to not.”

She smiled. “I love you too.” She gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

My smile slowly turned into a smirk. “Since you didn’t tell me about this, there’ll be consequences.” She sent me a confused look. “I have to punish you for keeping secrets from me.” I started tickling her on her sides and she started giggling uncontrollably. She lay down on the bed and rolled away to escape. She then kicked her pumps off and ran around the room, trying to avoid me.

“That’s not going to work, my dearest Amu.” And I pounced forward. She squealed happily and skipped away. I caught up with her and snaked my arms around her waist, causing both of us to fall forward and onto the bed. When she was lying on her back, I began tickling her everywhere.

“S-Stop it!” She laughed so hard to the point that she started crying. I tickled her even more and started to kiss her everywhere on her face. I then stopped tickling her to spare her from ”pain” for a second and kissed her fully on the lips.

My tongue licked her lower lip, demanding entrance and she gladly let me.

I don’t think I can bear to tell Amu what Yuki did to me when she was seducing me. She’ll get so mad. But now that Yuki is gone, Amu is safe and all is well, right?

Then the tables turned when Amu rolled over so she was on top of me.

“Time for some payback.” And she started tickling me. I began laughing, hard.

But for some reason, I feel like the danger is not over yet.

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Amu’s POV

I yawned. Last night was so much fun! I think that was the first time I’ve ever seen Ikuto laugh that much. I turned to my left side and found that Ikuto wasn’t there. A piece of paper replaced his space.

Amu, I won’t be home for about two days. I have something to do with a friend. I’ll miss you so much but I promise to be back as soon as I’m done my work.

Love you forever,

Ikuto

P.S. Lock the doors at all times and don’t let your guard down!

I smiled. The last part was sweet but I wonder what he had to do… I’ll ask him when he gets back.

Since I have so much free time, I’ll clean up the apartment so it’ll look nice when Ikuto comes back.

I was rummaging through the scattered pieces of paper on the table, attempting to organize them. That’s when I felt something squeeze around my waist. I smiled. It must be Ikuto. But why was he so early? Maybe he left something? But I didn’t hear the front door open…

“Back so soon, Ikuto?”

“Hmm? So Ikuto always does this?” My body went cold. It wasn’t Ikuto’s voice nor a man’s voice. It wasn’t Utau’s, Rima’s, or any of my friends. I slowly rotated my head and met the pale blue eyes of Yuki.

Her lips curved up into a fake smile. “Sweet dreams.”

She used her hand to cover my mouth. I pushed and shoved by her hold wouldn’t loosen. I soon felt unconsciousness overtake me.

Ikuto…help me…