[Fanfiction] With You

Prologue

(A/N: When “Love is Painful” ended, it was like nearing October. It’s now June.)

Amu’s POV

“Does this look good on me, Amu? I want my date to be perfect.”

“Rima, it looks great. Nagihiko wouldn’t change his love about you even if you wore baggy clothes.”

“I still want to look nice.”

“Um, hello? You’re wearing the most beautiful black dress I have ever seen. He won’t take his eyes off of you for a second,” I assured.

“Thanks,” she said smiling towards me.

“No problem. Now go and meet your date!” I pushed her out the door.

I sighed. This is so boring. Ran, Miki, Su, Utau, Rima, Mizuki, and Yaya are all busy!! So are the guys! And Ikuto’s not here right now…

I hope he’s doing well…

X-x-Flashback-x-X

“Amu, I have to go to Paris.”

I stopped chewing my dinner. “What?” was all I could utter.

“Do you know how I play the violin?” he asked. I nodded. “My parents would like me to become a renowned violinist. My father said that he has a friend in Paris who is part of a huge music industry. It’s also my dream to become a violinist…” he trailed.

“Then what’s stopping you?” I asked nonchalantly. He was shocked but slowly softened. I gave him a confused look. He stood up and walked around the table to me. He knelt down and wiped my cheeks. Tears. I brought my hands up quickly and rubbed my eyes.

“These are nothing. It’s just that there was something in my eye.” More tears continued to flow down.

“Amu, I won’t go if you don’t want me to go.”

I would have instantly told him to stay. But… “I don’t want to ruin your dream,” was all I could say. He hugged me tightly.

“Thank you,” he murmured. I sobbed. He pulled back to capture my lips in a passionate kiss.

X-x-End of Flashback-x-X

He’s gone for 3 months. He should be back in 2-3 weeks. I moped around the house trying to find something to do.

I also rented a room in an apartment since I had enough money and it was summer. It’s really nice and comfy but lonely.

Next Day at 8:00 p.m

The phone rang. I grunted and got up.

“Hello?”

“It’s Rima.”

“Hey. Oh yea, how did the date went?”

“I was getting to that. Sit down first.”

“Ok…?” I did as I was told. Was she going to tell me something dramatic?

“Nagihiko…he….”

“Yea?” I encouraged, the suspense rising.

“He proposed to me!”

Silence. I then broke it. “Oh my god, Rima! I’m so happy for you!!” I stood up and began pacing.

“Thanks!”

“Tell me the details. How did he propose to you?”

“We were at a restaurant. He gave me a bouquet of flowers and a clown toy. You know I like gags, right?”

“Yea. Continue.”

“Well the clown was holding a container with a lid on it. He told me to open it and I did. There was candy in there. It was very good by the way. At the bottom of the container, there laid my ring.”

“So romantic!” I said.

“I know!”

We talked for another hour or so. “Sorry, Amu. I have to go now.”

“Okay. See you later. Congratulations again.”

“Thanks. ‘Night.”

Click.

Rima’s getting married. My friend is marrying to Nagihiko. I was bubbling with excitement inside. Pieces of the conversation then slipped into my mind.

“When do you think Ikuto will propose to you?”

I don’t know. I kept on pondering that. Will he? Hmm…. I went to the couch and decided to read a magazine. I put it down after 10 minutes and decided to take a nap.

1:00 a.m.

I woke up yawning. I checked the clock on the wall. It’s 1 in the morning already? I should go back to bed. But I first need some water. I stood up and stretched.

Creak.

I stopped. What was that? I looked around but it was too dark. I attempted to turn on the light but that won’t be good if it was a burglar or something. Ah! What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?! WHAT SHOULD I DO?! Ok, now’s not the time to spaz out. I wandered to the living room and walked to the door. Hmm…it’s closed. Maybe while I was stretching, I made the floor creak. My legs moved slowly to the kitchen. Ah, too dark. I groped around for the door or something.

Something pulled my arms down from searching and something was wrapped around my waist. I was about to scream but something clamped my mouth. Don’t tell me it’s a real burglar! I tried talking but it came out in a muffle.

Something warm touched the side of my neck. Lips. It started sucking on my skin. No! I don’t want another man to touch me except for Ikuto! Think, Amu, think! I moved my leg and was about to wrap it around the person’s leg to make him fall, but he/she was quicker. I ended up falling with him/her on top of me. It’s most likely a guy. Who else would suck on a girl’s neck? Well, exclude the lesbians.

He bit my earlobe. What the hell? You know, this guy is reminding me of Ikuto. I struggled for him to get off of me. I somehow turned us over with me on top of him. His hand fell from my face. He had blue hair and alluring, azure eyes.

“Ikuto?!”

He smirked and pulled my head down for a kiss.

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Meet The Parents

Amu's POV

What the—? How in the world did he get here?! I managed to pull away from him.

“Didn’t I make a grand entrance?” he asked.

“S-Shut up! I thought you were a burglar! H-How the heck d-did you g-get h-h-here?” I stammered since I was right on top of this hot guy.

His signature graced upon his handsome face. “The door, duh. I got to come back here earlier since I was allowed to.” He then pouted and put on puppy eyes. “Do you not want me here?”

Grr…I hated that face! He always lures me into doing it his way with that kind of face. “Stop doing that face! And n-n-no, I do want you here. I missed you so much! But how? What about your dream?”

He flipped us over with me on the bottom and him pressing on top of me, his face just 2 inches away. I let out another yelp and blushed a bright pink. He was still smirking. I always wanted to ask him if he was tired of smirking, but that doesn’t seem possible. “I got a debut thanks to my dad and his friend. It was a success. I’ll be working with her from now on and that best thing is that she moved here so it would be more convenient. And I missed you like hell too.”

My face turned into a tomato. “I’m so happy for you!” I broke into a huge smile but then frowned. “But she?”

“My manager and she is a woman.”

“How old?” I questioned even further.

He rolled his eyes. “Amu, you the only person I have eyes for. Don’t think I’ll cheat on you.”

“Just answer the question,” I commanded, obviously irritated. I need all the facts I can get. I don’t want another woman stealing my man! ‘My man? What am I thinking? He’s not mine. Technically he is but we’re not married yet….’

He sighed. “In her early twenties.”

“Even worse!”

“Why are you so nervous? Jealous?” He smirked.

“No, pervert!”

He faked a pout. “That really hurt, Amu.”

I grimaced and muttered, “Idiot.”

He smirked and brought his head down to suck on my neck. Shivers went down my spine.

“I-I-Iku—stop it! It tickles!” I giggled. He kept on sucking.

“Ikuto!” I sighed knowing he won’t stop. “You promise?”

He stopped sucking on my now wet neck. “Promise what?”

“That you won’t go to another woman.” I’m sure that Ikuto won’t cheat on me but I was still so scared. He handsome, about to be successful I’m sure, caring, pervert at times, but a great man and look at me. I have weird pink hair, average looking, I don’t stand a chance.

He gripped my face with his elbows beside my arms and his body on top of mine trapping me. “Amu, I love you more than the world. I promise that I will not love another woman.”

“B-But, you’re so different from me! You’re hot, nice, caring and look at me!” I ranted. “I’m average, not special and so much different from you! I’m not surprised that a lot of girls go all crazy over you but what about me? I don’t see guys drool all over me. Don’t you see? Your manager is probably way better looking, successful, nice, and I’m no—” He shut me up with a fierce, passionate kiss. I tried to talk but it only came out in a muffle. He demanded entrance and I granted his wish. He explored my mouth and the kiss was sweet bliss. I turned away gasping for air.

“You still taste great, Amu. Like strawberries.” He licked his lips making my face reddened. “And that manager doesn’t appeal to me like you do. You’re a thousand—no infinite—times more attractive to me than she is to me. You are special. The only girl that will ever catch my attention is you. I love you so freakin’ much, you don’t even know how much.”

I blushed even harder. “T-T-Thank you. I-I-I love you t-too.”

“That’s my girl.” He stroked the left side of my face.

“Oh, and Ikuto?”

“Hmm?”

“Welcome home.”

He smiled a smile that would make my heart melt. “I’m back.”

We shared another sweet and passionate kiss.

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“Ikuto, can I meet your parents?” I asked out of the blue a week after he came back. He choked on the food he was eating. “Oops, sorry. I should’ve asked after dinner.”

“Why?” he inquired.

“Don’t you remember? When you met my parents, you promised me that I could meet your parents. Right?”

“I did but why do you want to meet them?” He raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged. “It’s about time I met your parents right?”

“No. You don’t even have to acknowledge them.”

“Why? That’s not very nice. Besides, your parents sound great from what I hear. But I never heard you say anything about your mother. What’s she like?” But all I heard about Ikuto’s dad is that he helped Ikuto get a career starting. That’s it. I never really thought much about his parents until now.

“It’s not important.” He finished the last of his dinner and stood up and went to the sink. He turned on the faucet and began washing the dishes.

“Aw, Ikuto! Why can’t you tell me?” I stood up as well the put my dish in the sink for Ikuto to wash and I’ll dry. “Please?” He faced me right in time for me to put on my puppy eyes and a pout. A fake tear escaped my eye. “Please?”

He groaned. “You know I hate it when you do that!” My face inched closer towards his hoping he would say yes. “Ok, ok! I give! You can meet them.”

I jumped up and down. “Yay! It worked! Thank you so much, Ikuto!” I smiled brightly at him.

After we finished the dishes he spoke. “But in return…” His eyes were filled with lust. Oh god. I knew there was a catch. “…I get to have some fun with you.” Shivers went down my spine. He pushed me against the nearest wall making me let out a small squeak. He presses his body to mine and I didn’t even have any space to move. He started sucking on my neck and then nibbled on my earlobe. I was moaning in pleasure. He began kissing from the top of my neck to my shoulder. (A/N: She was wearing a spaghetti strap.) I felt the straps slide down my arm.

Ring! Ring!

He growled but continued with the kisses.

“Um…Ik-Ikuto? Shouldn’t we…?”

Ring! Ring!

“Ignore it,” he hissed.

“But what if it’s important?”

“I doubt it.” He continued.

Ring! Ring!

“Ikuto! Get off me!!” I tried pushing him off.

“Who the hell would be calling now?!” he growled. I managed to escape his arms and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” I answered.

“It’s Utau.”

“Hey, Utau. What’s up?”

“You won’t believe it.”

“What is it?”

“Kukai proposed to me!!”

My mouth dropped to the floor. First, Rima and now Utau? Is June a month for guys to propose? Who’s next? Ran, Miki, Su? Me?

Arms wrapped around my waist. Ikuto. “Congratulations, Utau! Did you hear that Rima is marrying Nagihiko?” I turned my head only to be kissed on the cheek. I smiled sweetly at Ikuto.

“Yes I did. First her and then me. Who knows? You could be next. I’m sure Ikuto will propose to you soon.” This phone is loud enough for Ikuto to hear every word she said. Every word.

“Maybe…” He pulled my hair to my left side to give him enough space to suck on my neck. I resisted the urge to moan since Utau would hear me. I kept on moving away but Ikuto kept me in place.

“Don’t be doubtful. Anyways, I have to go now. Good night!”

“Ok. Later.”

Click.

“Um…”

He finally stopped sucking. “Hmm…so my little sister is getting married.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be jumping for joy?” I joked. But that’s not even in his character. I have never seen Ikuto jump around like a little kid before. I would be in shock for the rest of my life if I saw Ikuto hop and skip.

“Maybe,” he said, smirking. “And what Utau said might be true.”

“What?”

“Me proposing.”

I blushed. “Is it true?” I always wanted to be with Ikuto for the rest of my life but will Ikuto propose?

“Who knows? I saw this really hot girl in Paris. She was dead straight cute—” I smacked him on the head.

“You idiot!” I tried to hit him again but he caught my hand and kissed it. I blushed.

“You didn’t let me finish. She was cute but you, Amu, is beautiful, flawless, cute, perfect, the right girl for me.”

“Y-You don’t h-have to say all those t-things,” I stuttered, obviously embarrassed. “No one has ever called me b-beautiful.”

“Well there is something wrong with them. You are drop dead beautiful and sexy, might I add,” he said, his perverted side kicking in. I knew this wouldn’t last. He then touched my breast. Oh no, he did not just touch me there.

“Hmm…they got a bit bigger since I last touched them.”

“Ikuto, you perverted cat!!” I stomped away furiously to my—our—room. “I’m seeing your parents tomorrow! You’ve had enough fun for tonight. Good night!” I shouted.

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“Where does your parents live?” I asked while Ikuto drove.

“They live like two towns away. More like in the countryside of the city. You’ll see when we get there.”

“Ok.”

After 15 minutes, the buildings began to disappear and were placed by trees.

“Wow, this is so pretty!” I exclaimed.

“Yea, I used to climb these trees all the time,” he stated.

I cocked one eyebrow. “You?”

“Is that shocking?” he growled.

“Yes. I have never actually seen you climb up a tree before.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well, duh. I’m an adult now. What’d you expect?”

“Ok, sorry.”

Ikuto soon pulled up a long driveway. My mouth fell open. “Holy crap! This is your house?!”

Ikuto shrugged. “Yea.” The house was simply gorgeous. It had a swimming pool, who knows how many floors in the mansion, and a fountain, a long driveway, beautiful windows, and so much more.

“No wonder they live in the countryside. Well, this house is beautiful!” I looked like a little kid looking out a window with wonder in her eyes. “Is there a backyard?”

He nodded. “A big one in fact. Utau and I always played there. She would sing and I would play my violin.”

“Wow. It must be nice living here.”

“Not really…” he trailed off.

I gave him a confused look. “Why?”

“It’s so...strict? I don’t know how to describe it. They always order me around and to keep up my studies but I don’t really do that. Plus, I have to be formal but I don’t really obey.”

I sweatdropped. “I’m sure they wanted you to be successful.”

“Becoming a violinist doesn’t really require a scholarship or good grades or whatever.”

“I guess but you have to at least have good grades.”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Let’s get out of the car.”

Ikuto and I stepped out the car. He took my hand as we both walked up the wide staircase up to the beautiful carved door. He rang the doorbell twice. Footsteps could soon be heard.

“My mom’s sorta weird so pay no mind to her,” he warned.

“Huh?” The door flew open.

“Ikuto-san!” A woman gave Ikuto a quick hug. (Does anybody know how Ikuto’s mother and father look like? I saw a group picture of Ikuto’s family and Tadase’s family on a manga page but it’s not colored and you can’t see the faces of Ikuto’s mother and father!! Only hairstyles -.- So use your imaginations! And I’m gonna use mine :D) She had long, straight, beautiful blonde hair. But why did she say “Ikuto-san”? She is very formal with Ikuto. I guess that’s what Ikuto meant when they were strict and formal. “It’s been so long! How have you been?”

“Fine,” Ikuto replied briskly.

She got off of Ikuto and turned towards me. “And you are?”

“H-Hinamori Amu, ma’am. It’s pleased to meet you.” I bowed down low and heard Ikuto sigh.

“Please, raise your head! It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Why don’t you come in and have tea? I just made some cookies.”

“Ok,” I agreed. Ikuto and I went inside. While Ikuto’s mom was closing the door, Ikuto whispered, “You don’t have to be so formal.”

“I don’t mind.” I whispered so only Ikuto could hear.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.”

His mom led us to a big couch. I finally took notice of the interior of the house. And boy was it amazing!! The ceiling was tall, a long, spiral staircase led to the second floor, a glass table…absolutely gorgeous. I sat down with Ikuto on my left side while holding hands. Across from me was his mother and next to her is Ikuto’s father from what I presume. He looked very much like Ikuto but his hair was more tamed than Ikuto’s.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Tsukiyomi Souko. Souko is fine.” She reached across the table for a handshake. I gripped her hand gently.

“It’s a pleasure, Souko-san.”

“This is my husband.” She gestured towards the man to her right.

“Aruto Tsukiyomi.” He reached for my hand as well. “Aruto is fine.”

“Hello, Aruto-san. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Hinamori Amu. Amu is fine.”

“Ok, Amu-san. May I ask why you are here?” Souko-san asked.

“Actually, I came here to tell you that I’m Ikuto’s—” I confessed only to be interrupted by Ikuto.

“—girlfriend.” Ikuto finished. “Now that we’re finished, let’s go Amu.” He stood up and pulled me with him.

“Ikuto-san! Come back here!” Ikuto grudgingly sat back down and I sat down as well.

“I didn’t hear about you having a girlfriend,” Souko-san said with a twinkle in her eye. She must be happy.

“You never asked,” was all Ikuto said.

“You should’ve told me. How long have you been dating, Amu-san?” she asked.

“A year.” I answered.

“And you never told me anything, let alone mention her!” she scolded.

Ikuto looked bored. I sweatdropped. He’s still the same as always.

“Oh, let him be. I’m sure he wanted to keep it a secret. Besides, I think it’s great he finally has a pretty girl at his side.” Aruto-san smiled gently.

“I’m not that pretty…” I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ikuto roll his eyes.

“Come now, don’t be modest! You are pretty, Amu-chan,” Aruto-san assured.

“T-Thank you.” I said.

“Now, Amu-san, come with me.” She stood up and pulled me up with her.

“Eh?” I uttered.

“Mom!” Ikuto protested.

“You’ll get your precious girl back. I’m sure Souko wants to get to know Amu-chan a bit better.” Aruto-san reasoned.

“Fine,” Ikuto gave in. Souko-san led me outside to her backyard. There was a bench under a big tree. Both of us sat down on the bench.

“Tell me something about yourself.”

I did as she was wished. I basically laid out my whole life for her to hear. And did we talk for like half an hour about me?

“Did you have a boyfriend before Ikuto?” she questioned.

“…yes, I did.” I admitted after a moment of silence.

“Oh, really? How close were you?”

“Close. Almost as close as I was to Ikuto but my connection with Ikuto is stronger.” For some reason, I’m sort of comfortable talking about Keiichiro. (A/N: In case you readers forgot, Keiichiro was Amu’s past boyfriend and fiancé.)

“I see.” She didn’t have a mad face but more of an understandable face. “I’m curious. Has he ever proposed to you or something really special?”

“He…did propose to me.” I was hoping to avoid this part.

“And you said…?”

“I said yes to Keiichiro.”

Silence. A million things went through my head. Will she not let me be with Ikuto? Will she think I’m a bad girl? Ah, so many questions and zero answers!

“…how come you aren’t with this Keiichiro?” Her tone became a bit cold. Oh boy. I screwed this up.

“Oh, um…he passed away.” Her facial expression instantly became apologetic and solemn.

“I’m so sorry that happened. Forgive me,” Souko said.

I waved my hands back and forth in front of my face. “N-No, it’s quite alright! And enough about me, could you tell me about Ikuto when he was little?”

“Why not? Do you mind waiting a little? I have an album full of pictures of Utau and Ikuto from when they were little.

“Ok. I would love to see them.” She stood up and stretched. She started walking but stopped and turned around.

“Amu-san?”

“Yes?” I curious answered.

“Will you love my son with all your heart without the past getting in the way of your decision? I don’t want my son to have a broken heart.”

“I promise with all my heart, Souko-san. Ikuto is my entire life. Without him, I’m nothing.”

She smiled warmly. “I’m glad that Ikuto-san has finally found someone he loves.”

“Me, too,” I agreed. I saw her disappeared from view and the few tears I was holding back fell. I wiped them away quickly before more threatened to fall. I promised that I wouldn’t cry about it anymore but isn’t it natural to cry over someone you once loved?

I looked at the scenery to pass the time. There was a small swing set to my right. A big rock a few yards to my left. It resembled a big one-person couch.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Souko-san apologized as she sat back down on the bench with a big photo album on her lap. “Here are the photos.” She handed me the book and I opened it revealing many cute pictures.

“Utau looks so cute in there!”

“Ah, I remember. Utau used to have this fake microphone and carried it with her wherever she went,” she recalled.

I flipped to other pictures. There were many cute pictures. I giggled when I saw a photo of Ikuto.

“How did that happen?” Ikuto had ice cream all over his face and the top part of his head. He was sitting on the ground with Utau lying down.

Souko-san laughed out loud. “I never stopped laughing that day. This is one of the few times I have actually seen Ikuto-san like this. Utau-san was trying to get ice cream for her and Ikuto-san and somehow, she tripped making the ice cream bucket fly up and land on Ikuto-san! It was hilarious seeing them like that and I just had to take a picture.” A broad plastered smile was on her face.

“Same here. I have never actually seen Ikuto be all goofy and messy as well.”

We talked more about the pictures. Afterwards, we talked about Souko-san and Aruto-san.

“Ah, it’s 5 already?” (A/N: Amu and Ikuto came to his house at 1 p.m.)

“We must have kept the boys waiting a while,” I joked.

“You’re right.” She laughed. “Shall we?”

I nodded as she pulled me upright. Ikuto was lying down on the couch while Aruto-san was reading the newspaper across from him when we went inside the house.

“You girls sure talked for a long time,” Aruto-san commented as he looked up from his newspaper.

“We had many interesting things to talk about. Right, Amu-san?”

I nodded. “It was nice talking to you.”

Ikuto sat up. “Ok, time to go.”

“But Ikuto, I’d like to see your room,” I objected.

“Ok, but then we’re leaving.”

“Fine, fine.”

Ikuto took my hand and led me to the staircase.

“If you kids need anything, Souko and I will be right here. Don’t do anything bad ok?”

“Sure, dad.” Ikuto smirked. Oh god. We climbed up the vast staircase and went straight down the hallway.

“This is my room,” Ikuto said as he opened the door. His room was pretty normal. (A/N: His room is going to be like in the anime! Check the end of episode 55. I’m pretty sure that’s when they show his room.)

“Your room is really neat,” I observed. He shrugged. I went right in front of his bed.

Click.

Eh? Did he just lock the door? A pervert plus being in a locked room with him equals something perverted and bad. I turned around only to meet azure eyes.

“Eek!” How did he get there so fast?! A smirk graced his features as he pushed me down on the bed. (A/N: When I said Amu was standing in front of Ikuto’s bed, I meant she was standing in front of the short side of the bed. So when she fell, her body fit perfectly on the bed. Just to make things clear if you’re confused :D)

“Now that we’re finally alone…” He fell on top of me, making me trapped underneath him. Still the pervert as always. He sucked on my neck earning moans from me. He then kissed from my shoulder all the way to the corner of my lips. Lips pressed roughly against mine. I broke the kiss for air.

“Were you crying?"

I stopped breathing. “How did you know?”

“I saw through the windows.” Man, I hate it how he has sharp eyes. “Why?”

“She asked about my past.”

“Ah…” I knew he understood. “That’s why I didn’t really want you to meet them because they sometimes say the wrong things at the wrong time.”

“But I really like them! You have great parents.”

He shrugged. “I like your parents too.”

I smiled. “Thanks. And Ikuto? You know I’ll always love you right?”

“Yea. I’ll always love you too.”

“Thank you.” I pulled his head down for another passionate kiss.

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End of August

Amu’s POV

“Mou, Rima! Am I done yet?”

“Amu, stop fighting with me. It’s my wedding day and you are going to be my maid of honor so I have to make you look perfect.”

“Give me something plain. I don’t want to stand out and you’re supposed to be standing out, Rima.”

“I will. You’ll stand out even more if you wear casual clothing or an ugly dress.”

I rolled my eyes. “Anything will be fine for me.”

Here we are in a bridal shop picking out a dress for me. This is really boring. I’d rather be with Ikuto but he was ordered by Rima to get a nice black suit in another bridal shop. Rima’s wedding is in three weeks. I don’t know how Nagihiko did it, but he said the wedding could be held on September 10th. Kukai was amazing to put his wedding on September 20th.

“How does this look?” I had this very dark blue dress and it was mid-thigh length. There were no straps and a two inch wide white ribbon was wrapped around my waist. The same colored headband was placed on top of my bubblegum colored hair. My feet wore black pumps. The best thing is that the dress doesn’t stick to your body. It’s flowy from the bottom of the ribbon to the end of the dress.

“Wow, Rima. This dress is so pretty! You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“Well, I want Yaya, Utau, and you to be perfect.” She flashed a smile towards me. “And damn girl, all the guys will practically drooling over you.”

“Rima! That’s it, I’m getting another dress.”

“I was just kidding! Just tell them to back off or something. And no matter what you wear, they’ll still check you out.”

I sighed. “I don’t want boys chasing me around the whole stinking building. I have Ikuto, and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

“He won’t. You love him way too much and he knows that. But I think he will be jealous.” Rima smirked.

“Should I be happy?” I asked.

“Yep.” Rima smiled. I sighed but then smiled.

“Now time for your dress!” I pushed Rima in front of the big rack of wedding dresses.

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8:00 p.m.

I opened the door slowly due to my exhaustion. Four hours of shopping at a mall has worn me out. I opened the light switch, illuminating the living room. I flopped down on the couch and heaved slowly. I gently placed my shopping bag and my dress on the table in front of me. (A/N: It’s a big couch by the way =) The one that has three seats so I guess it could fit Amu if she slept on it.)

“What a day!” I murmured to myself.

I then felt something nibble on my ear.

“EEK!!!” I jumped up in my seat and turned around. No one was behind the couch. (A/N: Amu is still sitting.) W-Was it a g-g-ghost?? I ignored the thought and turned back around only to feel something wet touch my lips.

“Mmph!!” My eyes met cobalt eyes. I pulled him away.

“Ikuto! What the hell?! I thought there was a ghost or something!!”

“Aw, is little Amu scared?” he cooed as he stood up.

“S-Shut up!” Ikuto’s hair was wet, with water dripping from the ends of his hair. It seems he just got out of the shower and…

“AAH!!! I-I-I-IKUTO!!!!! PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON!!” I couldn’t help but stare at his well-toned abs. Who could resist the temptation to touch his six pack, his muscles, his…AH!

“Like what you see, Amu?” he playfully smirked. Apparently, he caught me eyeing his chest.

“Shut up! Just hurry up and put your shirt back on!”

“No,” he refused. I shut my eyes tightly, so he won’t tease me for looking at his sexy body. Wait, sexy?!

“Trying to resist?” he guessed in a seductive voice.

I hid my face in my warm hands. “Shut up!”

“It’s okay to look you know.” I heard him say. Why the heck did he have to be so damn hot?! I felt pressure on either side of the couch.

“Open your eyes, Amu.”

I slowly took my hands and opened my eyes. His face was an inch away from me. My face heated up. He then kissed me passionately, pushing myself further into the couch. His arms were on either side of me so I couldn’t escape nor lie down.

He buried his face at the crook of my neck and he started to move his nose back and forth against my skin. I giggled.

“Stop! You’re tickling me!” I kept on giggling. I heard him chuckle. After a few seconds, he spoke.

“Let me see your dress.”

“Huh?”

He pulled away from my neck, but his arms were still on either side of me. His eyes locked with mine and he had a smirk etched across his face. “Your dress.”

I tried to suppress my laughter. He was aiming for my dress the whole time? I thought he wanted much more from me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t contain my laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He frowned.

I shook my head. “It’s nothing. I just thought there was something else you wanted.”

Then his perverted side came into place. “Yes, I wanted to have something else. To sleep with you on your bed.”

I knew there was a hidden meaning behind it the moment I gazed into his eyes filled with lust. “Oh, no you don’t. There is no way I’m going to do it with you now. Plus, you’re going to have to see my dress at the wedding.

He faked a hurt, puppy face. “Aw, you’re hurting my feelings.”

I instantly felt guilty even though I knew he was faking it. “F-Fine but I’ll only show you the dress and nothing else.”

“Aw, fine.” He didn’t move though.

“Um, Ikuto? I can’t change when you’re blocking my way.”

“Change here then. I can help you.” He smirked. My face glowed a bright pink.

“Get off, you pervert!!!” I used every ounce of my strength to push him away from me. When I finally did, I grabbed the bag from the table as quickly as I could, and ran to the bathroom, and locked the door. Inside the bathroom, I stuck my tongue at the door as a sign of victory.

I got my dress up my body but I was having trouble zippering the dress by myself. My arms hurt from carrying a lot of things so I needed help. But there is no way I’m going to ask that pervert!!

“Need help?” I heard a velvet voice offer.

“Eek!!!” I shrieked as I felt arms snake their way around my arms and waist and something rested on my left shoulder. “Ikuto!!!”

“Yo.” I heard him greet. I couldn’t see his face from this angle.

“How did you get in the bathroom?? I could’ve sworn I locked it.”

I felt him shrug his shoulders. “Apparently, you didn’t do a very good job. The door wasn’t closed very tightly. Now do you need help or not?”

“Y-Yes,” I sheepishly said. I felt his touch leave my body. I turned around to face him and turns out he finally has a T-shirt on him. Thank the lord. I then felt the cloth falling down. Oh crap. I held my stomach so the dress won’t fall.

“Hmm? Your dress is falling? Why don’t you let it fall?” He seemed amused.

“You. Shut up. And help me.” I demanded furiously.

He sighed in defeat. “Alright, little kid.”

“I’m not a kid, damn it! I’m 22 for heaven’s sake!!”

“Age doesn’t matter. You still seem like a kid to me and you’ll always be a kid to me. My Amu.”

“Ikuto…” My eyes softened. That’s so sweet of him. I noticed there was the smallest tint of pink on his face. Whoa, he’s blushing!

“Turn around and let me help you.” I did as I was told. Once he zipped up my dress, I pushed him out the bathroom to let me finish dressing. I made sure you couldn’t open the door and finished dressing. I did it how Rima dressed me today. I applied some make-up to my face to make me more pretty. I arranged the headband on my head and let some side bangs fall over my face. (A/N: Okay, I might draw Amu with her dress. I kinda suck but I’ll do my best xD)

I stepped out the bathroom to reveal my look for the wedding. Ikuto, who was cleaning up the table I placed my stuff on, stopped and his mouth fell open. I grew more self-conscious as the seconds past.

“W-Well?” I said, breaking the eerie silence. He snapped out of his trance and walked towards me. I stood as straight as a statue. When he was close enough, he pulled me to his chest making me blush, rivaling my bubblegum hair. Using his index finger, he lifted my chin up, just to feel his lips crash down onto mine.

“Mmph!”

We kissed for god knows how long. What brought up the sudden urge to kiss me? I pulled away gasping for air. He the hugged me close to his well-built chest.

“You’re very beautiful,” he murmured against my skin.

“Gee thanks,” I weakly answered, heat rising up to my hairline.

“Did you pick it or did the little shrimp?”

“I told her what I liked and Rima made adjustments to dresses to match my tastes.”

“You have very good tastes then,” his seductive voice complimented. I blushed yet again. I pushed him away from me explaining that I didn’t want to get this dress dirty or ruffled. I changed out of it and quickly ate dinner with Ikuto. I was dead tired after the meal, so I snuggled into my bed. Ikuto was tired as well so he slept next to me. It sort of stinks having one king size bed but it’s comfortable and less lonely with him by my side. I didn’t object when he wrapped his arms around me.

I then fell into a deep sleep dreaming about how Ikuto would propose to me.

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September 10th; Rima’s wedding day

Before Rima’s wedding, Ikuto introduced me his manager, Yuki. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and as expected, she’s super pretty. She seemed a bit too close to Ikuto though…

“Amu! What should I do?! I didn’t expect I would be this nervous!!” I was fixing Rima’s hair. She looked stunning in her white wedding dress. (dress right here: http://www.bridalonlinestore.com/Collection/product-page.asp?q=Wedding+Dress&SKU=Marilyn&i=9574932809)

“Rima, do you remember what you told me when I first received a confession? ‘Good women say something cool at a time like this’.

“Yes, but…” I put a finger up to shut her up.

“You’re about to be the wife of Nagihiko, the love of your life. So stay cool and walk down that aisle to say ‘I do’,” I instructed. “Just make sure you don’t trip,” I added, teasingly.

“Don’t jinx me!”

I laughed. “Now get up.” I pulled her up. “You look very beautiful so hurry up and get ready to walk down the aisle!”

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(A/N: Go easy on me. I’ve never ever been to a wedding so I’m doing this based on some shows I watched and some info I looked up. But all weddings are different, right?)

Canon in D began playing. Ami was the flower girl of Rima’s wedding. Rima didn’t know another young girl and my sister is 12 and a bit old for a flower girl but Ami’s short enough to past as a 9-year-old. Tsukasa, Yaya’s brother, was the ring bearer. The audience were awing and cooing at the two. Utau walked first down the aisle. Yaya followed soon after. I then took my walk. I matched my pace to the music and spotted Ikuto in his dashing suit up ahead. When I was two or three yards away, I winked and I received a smirk. Nagihiko looked handsome in his tuxedo and the same goes for Kukai and Tadase-kun. Kukai was best man of Nagihiko.

All heads turned around to see Rima walking with her dad, linking arms. She looked even prettier from this view.

Rima’s POV

“Ready, Rima?”

“Yes, dad.”

Our arms linked as we stepped onto the aisle. Every single person looked towards me. Well of course. I became nervous but my dad whispered reassuring words. Up ahead, I saw Utau, Yaya, Amu, Kukai, Ikuto, Ami, Tsukasa, and last but not least, my soon-to-be husband.

As I stepped on the altar, my father let go. I spotted my mother in the front row dabbing her eyes with a tissue. I sent her a smile to say that I’m happy.

I didn’t pay much attention to what the priest was saying. I was so dazed that I’m finally marrying to the love of my life.

“Do you, Mashiro Rima, take Fujisaki Nagihiko to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Fujisaki Nagihiko, take Mashiro Rima to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Nagihiko leaned in as I stood on my tippy toes. Euphoria washed through me as his lips pressed against mine. This day…is unforgettable. I barely heard the crowd cheer in excitement.

We pulled away slowly, the audience still cheering.

“I love you so much,” I murmured.

“I love you too, Rima.”

I smiled as we kissed again.

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Amu’s POV

Rima closed her eyes and threw the bouquet high up in the air. All the women had their hands raised up.

I looked down and saw the bouquet of flowers in my hand.

“EHH?!” My friends were cheering and I saw Ikuto smirking, but also blushing.

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“Rima, congratulations!!” I hugged Rima tightly.

“Thank you, Amu! I can’t believe I’m finally married!”

“I can.” Amu smiled.

“Why aren’t you dancing?” she asked, gesturing towards people swaying back in forth to the music.

“I’ll pass thanks.” Dancing was never my thing. I don’t get why people are so excited about waltzing or doing extravagant moves.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I turned around and saw a handsome adult around his mid-twenties. He had jet black hair and dark green eyes.

“Yes?”

“Would you like to dance with me?” he asked politely with a smile on his face.

“Go, Amu.” She pushed me a step towards the man and murmured, “Make Ikuto jealous.” I turned around but she was already walking away towards Yaya and Utau, who looked stunning. Next to them, I saw Ran, Miki, Su, Daichi, Yoru, Miyuki, Sachio, his sister Yumiko, Kukai, and Tadase-kun. Nagihiko must be somewhere else accepting thanks from his relatives or something. Ran, Miki, and Su didn’t want to be Rima’s bridesmaids and Daichi and Yoru didn’t want to be groomsmen either. I saw Ikuto talking with Yoru and decided to tease him a little.

The man who asked to dance with me walked me to the center of the floor and we stared to waltz.

“I don’t think I know what your name is.”

“It’s Yamotaru Koji. And you?”

“Hinamori Amu. And may I ask why you suddenly asked me to dance with you?” He twirled me around gracefully. I must admit that both of us make a good pair for dancing.

“Well, Hinamori-san, must I say that you look like an elegant dancer?”

I blushed. “Call me Amu. And thank you, Yamotaru-san. But I’m not such a great beautiful dancer.”

“Call me Koji. And really, Amu-chan?” He raised a brow. I spun around and away from him using his left arm and then back to his chest. “You’re doing pretty well yourself.”

“It’s thanks to you because you’re guiding me.”

“I think you should look closely. You’re obviously not seeing how you’re dancing. And look, everyone is staring at us.” When he said that, I looked around and sure enough, everyone was watching. We were in perfect harmony with the rhythm. I could cheers from Ran and Yaya. We stopped as soon as the music stopped. Applause broke from the crowd.

Koji kissed my hand. “Nice dancing with you Amu-chan. Would you care to dance again?”

I was about to say yes when I heard a voice speak for me from behind. “She’s actually going to dance with me then.” Ikuto.

Koji nodded. “I see then. See you later, Amu-chan.”

“Bye, Koji.” He merged with the crowd a few seconds later. I turned around intensely stared into dark pools.

“You were very rude to him, y’know.”

“Serves him right.” We were slow dancing right now and I was practically stuck to his chest.

“Jealous?” I teased, smiling.

“As if,” he scoffed.

“Stubborn guy.” My hand rose to mess his hair up. He leaned down to and breathed on my shoulder making me shiver. His head came up a little as he bit my ear. I let out an, ‘eep!’ and he whispered something in my ear.

“Flirtatious woman.” He pulled away and a smirk graced his features.

“I did not flirt with him!” I flared. “It was just a normal conversation between two dancers.”

“Right,” he sarcastically muttered. “Then why did he kiss on you?”

“It was only on the hand. You really are jealous, aren’t you?” I seemed really amused.

“Shut up.” His face had the lightest shade of pink.

“You’re blushing.” I smiled and give him a peck on the lips. “I’m kind of happy that you’re jealous. It makes things much more fun.”

“Oh? Want it to be reversed?” He grinned.

“No.” I made a pout. “I don’t want you with another woman.”

“And I don’t want you with another man.”

“Fine.” I gave him a longer kiss on the lips and blushed as I pulled away. “Done being jealous?”

“Nope. Another kiss.”

“How greedy can you get?” I joked. I stood on my toes as he leaned down for a lustful kiss.

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“Have fun in Hawaii, Rima, Nagihiko!”

“Bye!” Rima and Nagihiko chorused. Our group of friends said our goodbyes while Ikuto and I headed to our apartment. I checked in the mailbox and found a mail for me. ‘Hinamori Amu’ was written neatly in cursive. I took the letter inside with Ikuto trailing behind me.

“Who’s that from?”

“I don’t know…hurry and take a shower so I can take it after you.”

“Take it with me,” he seductively suggested. His arms snaked around my waist.

“A-As if, you pervert!” I pushed him away from me, my face reddening as milliseconds pass. “Hurry up and take it!” He playfully stuck his tongue out at me and went into the shower.

I changed out of my dress and into a tank top and sweats. I put the dress on a hanger and into my closet. I opened the mail and revealed the letter.

I gasped as I stared at the blank piece of paper with blood splattered on it. Looking closely, it’s just paint or something. I breathed a sigh of relief. I flipped it over and one sentence was typed on it.

Stay away from Ikuto.

I slowly folded it back up and put it in the envelope.

I felt something warm on my back. “Who was it from?”

“It was about something trivial. Advertising.” I turned around say him with only a towel wrapped around his lower body.

“AH!! PUT A SHIRT ON YOU PERVERT!!!”

“I know you like it, Amu,” his velvety voice whispered. A drop or two of water dripped from his damp hair.

“S-S-Shut up!!!”

He chuckled as he kissed my nose, my eyelids, everywhere. He pushed me onto a couch and gave me butterfly kisses everywhere, sending me shivers.

“Ikuto, you’re getting me all wet!”

He ignored my comment and kissed me fully on the lips.

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I went to our bedroom and closed the doors quietly after my shower. He harassed me again by sneaking in the bathroom while I was changing after my shower. My face reddened at the memory.

The envelope was in my hands and I hid it under the mattress.

Stay away from Ikuto.

From who though?