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Amu walked down the street, grocery bags in hand. She was walking home when she heard a noise. It sounded like... music. Amu stopped and listened to see where it was coming from; the forest apparently, weird. She knew she really should go home, but she also wanted to follow the music. She felt like the music was trying to pull her forwards, so she gave in and followed. The trees of the forest brushed against her arms and legs as she walked forwards. She bent under an overhanging bush, and stepped into an open area. It had only one big tree in the middle of an open field. The music got louder as she walked towards the tree. It was a sad, heartfelt song, which she guessed was being played on a violin. She saw someone standing behind the tree, leaning against the bark. She peeked around and saw- Ikuto!? Was he everywhere, or something? She noticed he had his eyes closed so she walked around to the other side of the tree. She watched as he glided the bow expertly across the violin strings. It looked so pretty in his hands. She felt like the instrument really suited him. “Are you done eavesdropping yet?” Ikuto opened his eyes to look at her. “I-I wasn’t!” Amu protested. “Aww, of course not,” He patted her head, before putting his violin back in its case.

“So you play the violin?” she asked. He just nodded, so she asked another question. “How long have you been playing it for?”

He smiled ruefully, for a reason she couldn’t figure out, “A long time now.”

“Your song was so pretty! But, it was also kind of sad.”

There was a long pause before Ikuto said, “Why do you have a bunch of bags full of food?”

“I went grocery shopping. You know, when food runs out at your house, you do tend to have to go buy some more.” Ikuto sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the tree trunk. “The floor again, really?” she asked.

“Why don’t you come join me? It’s comfortable.” He patted the floor beside him. Amu shrugged and sat down. It was actually kind of nice; she was starting to see why he liked the floor. Or maybe it was because she was sitting beside him? “Doesn’t your mom do the shopping?” Ikuto asked.

Amu looked away, “Um... my mom died 4 years ago.” She shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. She smiled at him, “What about your family?” How can she just smile like that, she makes it look so easy, thought Ikuto. “Both my parents died a long time ago.” He shrugged.

“So you live by yourself?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“How can you afford it?” She looked really concerned; it made him kind of anxious.

“I move around a lot.” He looked over at Amu to see a tear slide down her cheek. It dripped off the edge of her face, and he shot his hand out to catch it. It hit his hand with a sound so quiet only he could hear it. He gazed at it, looking to see if it was actually real. She’s crying for me... She has so many problems of her, but she’s crying for me! It made him feel kind of happy that she cared; no one had ever been like this with him before.

“Amu...” He lightly grabbed her chin, turning her face to his. “Don’t cry.” He kissed both her cheeks, then the top of both her closed eyes. Ikuto smiled sweetly, for the first time in a long time, as Amu opened her eyes to look at him. She had a light blush on her cheeks.

He laid down in the grass, resting his head in her lap. He knew he shouldn’t have given in to temptation, but, as he could barely admit to himself, he wanted more comfort. He wanted her to care about him, and he wanted to be close to her.

Amu placed her hand lightly on his head. She moved her hand through his hair, almost like she was petting him. Her hands feel so nice... I wish she didn’t have to go home. I want to keep her.

“Amu, I’m sorry.” Ikuto murmured.

“For what?” she sounded surprised.

“Everything,” he answered.

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

Ikuto sighed, “It’s probably better you don’t.”

Ikuto was standing on her balcony; watching her, like he’d been doing every day since he met her. Amu... She was right there, but she felt so far away. He missed her when he couldn’t be right beside her, couldn’t touch her. He groaned at this new development, he hated caring. He leaned back against the railing, trying to relax. He watched Amu get up from her chair, and froze as she turned around to face the glass door to her balcony. She froze too when she looked at the door, and her books she was carrying slid from her hand and hit the ground. Ikuto guessed she could see someone was standing there, and watching her too; which would look really creepy through her eyes. He was still frozen in place when Amu’s face lost its scared look, and she started to walk slowly forwards. She slid open the door and stuck her face outside. “Ikuto? How’d you get on my balcony?” She stepped all the way out, and leaned over the railing. “It’s pretty high up.” She looked confused, but not scared at all. How can she do that? I’m on her balcony! Shouldn’t she be afraid of me or something? Ikuto shrugged, “It wasn’t too hard, and I was bored.” Amu laughed, “Okay. You can come inside, but I still need to finish my homework.” I love her laugh, it’s so-, he stopped mid-thought. Damn, I have to stop thinking like this! “Sure, thanks,” he said, stepping through the door. Amu picked up the books she’d dropped on the floor, throwing them on top of her bed, and grabbing more in exchange. She placed them on top of her desk and sat down in the chair. Her room was cute: light brown wooden floor, yellow curtains, a white desk, a pink rug, and a pink bed. She had pictures along with a mirror decorating her walls. Ikuto walked over to her chair, and leaned his face down to her ear, “What subject are you doing homework for?” “English, a-at the moment,” Ikuto could almost hear the blush in her voice. He started twirling her hair around his fingers, partly to have fun with her, but mostly because he wanted to see how soft her hair was. “What are you doing?” Amu squeaked. “I thought it was obvious, I’m playing with your hair.” “I c-can’t concentrate when you do that!” Amu leaned forward, which slid her hair out of my hands. “Fine,” he said with a sigh, dropping down onto the floor beside her legs. “You can sit on a chair you know,” she offered. “I prefer the floor,” he told her. “I’m beginning to notice that.” Ikuto decided to give into a bit of temptation, and he leaned his head against her legs. He heard Amu mutter, “P-pervert.” But, she didn’t move, so Ikuto closed his eyes, relaxed. “Amu, you’re such a tease,” he murmured. “Eh!? I’m a tease!?” She swung her knee into the back of my head. “Ouch,” he said sarcastically; he’d barely even felt it. It probably hurt her more than him. “And yes, you are. You’re so... tempting.” He looked up to see her face a bright red colour. “Stupid, I have to do my homework, stop distracting me.” Amu turned back to the homework all over her desk. “Sure,” Ikuto leaned his head back against her leg. After what felt like only seconds to Ikuto, Amu started to get up from her desk. “Done so soon?” he asked. “You do realize that we’ve been here for over an hour, right? Anyways, I’m going to get some food. Do you want any?” Amu started to walk to her bedroom door. “No thanks.” “’Kay,” she smiled at him before she left the room. Amu walked down the stairs, and headed for the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, and looked inside; to her disappointment, it almost completely empty. She had been distracted for the last week, and had forgotten to buy groceries. She’d buy more after school the next day. She reached inside and grabbed a container of strawberries. She picked out the juicier ones and placed them in a bowl. She headed back to her room, carrying the bowl. When she walked in Ikuto was still sitting in the same place on the floor, staring at something Amu couldn’t see. “Oi, Ikuto, you still here?” Amu waved a hand in front of his face. He blinked then looked up, finally realizing she came back. “You want a strawberry?” she held the bowl out to him. He wrinkled his nose, “No, thanks.” “You don’t like strawberries?” Amu asked, taking the bowl away from his face. “Yeah, something like that,” he smiled mischievously at her. “We don’t really know anything about each other, do we?” Amu asked, after finishing off her strawberries. Which, took less time than you would think; she was really hungry. She sat down on her bed, and Ikuto moved so he was on the floor beside her. “I guess not,” Ikuto tilted his head up to look at Amu. “Why don’t you just get on the bed?” she said, it looked uncomfortable to her to sit on the floor for that long. “Oh, so you want me on your bed?” he smirked at her. “N-no! That’s not what I meant!” Amu’s face turned a bright red. “I meant-” “In your bed?” Ikuto finished for her. He got up and stretched. “I can do that.” “No! Sit back down!” She grabbed a pillow off her bed, and threw it at him. It whizzed right past his head. “Nice aim,” he said sarcastically, sinking back down onto the floor. “How old are you?” Amu asked. “17.” “Eh!? So you’re in high school!” she gaped at him. Why would anyone that age talk to her? “I guess. How old are you?” He turned around to look straight into her face. “Um... 13,” Amu said nervously. She didn’t want him to stop talking to her just because she was younger than him. “Why so nervous?” he asked. “No reason...” she mumbled. “Tell the truth,” he leaned up and whispered in her ear, “please.” She swallowed anxiously, “because... I don’t want... you to stop talking to me because I’m younger.” She rushed the last part out because it was embarrassing. “Aww, see, that wasn’t too hard, was it?” he said teasingly. “Who said it was hard?” Amu muttered. “And age doesn’t really matter to me. Do you care?” Ikuto started tracing a swirl pattern on her knee with his finger. His hands were so nice, and they felt so soft. Amu shivered a little bit from his touch. “No,” she managed to get out. “It’s late Amu, good night,” he leaned up and kissed the part of her cheek right before her ear. She felt like she was frozen in place, as he walked behind her. “Do you want to use the front door this time, or would you rather use the balcony again?” Amu turned around to look at Ikuto, but he was already gone.