"Yo, Amu." He smiles at me, pulling me into a tight hug.

Ami peers into the doorway. "Oh! Hey! So you're Ikuto!" She grins up at him.

Mama drags Papa over, too. "Take care of her, okay. We don't want her getting pregnant until she's out of high school.

He's just grinning at them.

And I'm just flushed red.

And it sucks.

It really, really sucks.

But eventually they shut the door, and I'm stuck with Ikuto. Again.



Only this time, it doesn't suck so much as in it's awkward, but in that he's pretty much the most perverted human being to ever see the face of the earth.

And he knows it.

And is always ready to showcase it.

And it sucks to be around him sometimes.

And he should really go die.

Die Ikuto die!

And I probably shouldn't say any of that out loud. Like, ever.

So, yeah. This never happened. And I'm not crazy. At all.

And, you know, this think right here? It doesn't exist.


Nothing happened.

Like, ever.

If anyone asks, these last few seconds that you spent reading this? A complete blank.

Never mention this again.

Ikuto's just staring at me as I rant to myself. He doesn't even stop to ask me what's wrong but, as soon as I start blinking (because, apparently, I wasn't blinking) he smirks at me, chuckling.

Cause, you know, he's a jerk like that.

"What are you laughing at?" I screech at him, waving my hands and smacking him multiple times.

He just grins, shaking his head.

This happens for the whole month afterward. He's just like he always is, and I'm just as I always was, and I don't know, everything just seems amazing. My friends – yeah, I have those now. It's kind of amazing, how I went from nothing to everything but, hey, here it is, and here I am, and I guess the world just kind of likes to laugh and watch us suffer, but it still has a conscience, and I'm rambling so I'll stop. But, the point is, it's like a ditch: like a cliff, but you can still clime out at the other side. And I'm quite happy. Anyway, where was I?

Right. Well, my friends, Ikuto (and it's unimaginably weird and amazing to say his name in a completely different category. Like, hello, he's not just a friend. Even if he's perverted. And annoying. And rude. And all, he's still utterly amazing. And I feel like a fangirl, so I'll just shut up now), and I just sort of hang out and work on our school stuff.

Like amnesia? Apparently, there's multiple types. I mean, who knew?

And that orchestra piece? Yeah, it still sucks. And we know it. And Tadase's all mad because it sucks. And Nagihiko got so much better. And Ikuto and I pretty much haven't practiced at all, which, you know, just made Tadase happy. (And, in case you didn't catch that, that was sarcasm).

And Ikuto? I don't know, he's still being Ikuto, and that means that I have no idea whether or not he's remembered anything and, so yeah, I kind of hope that he did. Because if he didn't that would totally suck.

But the point is, life is life and I've got to suck it up because, hey, apparently life doesn't care.

And yeah, he's the one who told me that and, okay, I did kind of have it coming. And I so totally deserved it.

On the other hand, he also deserved the lack of kisses for a week and the bruise on his stomach, and the kick somewhere else.

And do I really have to say where that kick is?


Good. I wasn't planning on explaining anyway because, hey, if you can't guess where a girl would kick a guy, then you're obviously too innocent to know.

And if you're reading this and you don't think you're naïve and you're kind of annoyed that I'd said you were, I'm sorry.

But I'm so right. I mean, come on!

Anyway, the point is…

Actually, I forgot what the point is. But I'll get back to you on that as soon as I remember. And that's a promise. And, you know, I keep promises.

Cause I'm amazing.

And stuff.

Anyway, during that month, we've had countless more moments of awkward silence, as well as our second first date.

And yes, that is as weird to say as it seems.

Anyway, in addition to that date, we had many other dates after that, although they're not too important.

At least, not as important as the first date (and yeah, I'm getting there, but I'll get there in a bit. Right now I'm busy explaining things that I'd skipped in that month). Some of them we're interesting and notable, as, well, everything is. However, some things are meant to be just kept between him and me.

And yes, that means that I will not share this with whoever wants to know. Ever. Because to be between him and me is not synonymous to being between him, me, and fifteen million and a half random strangers over the internet, just so you know.

So that's certainly not going to be in anyone else's minds. Ever.

But wait, I've already said that, haven't I?

Right. In addition to Ikuto, I must talk about my friends.

And yes, that still is weird to say. My friends. With the possessive noun in front of it. Like, hey!
They're mine!
And yeah, that means I have friends.

And it's amazing.

And you should be jealous.

(But you're probably not)

Right, anyway, we've bonded over math, science, and orchestra. Because, you know, life is totally cliché like that, and so people you don't know at all become your 'bff's because, hey, that's what life is.

Yeah, life can be really retarded sometimes.

Right, back on topic. Our second first date was three weeks ago because, yeah, we're total losers who didn't go on a single date for the entire first week that we'd officially been going out. And we're amazing like that. And you know you're jealous.

Anyway, it wasn't anything like I'd expected.

I sigh, pulling at my hair in annoyance. I'd just finished the last piece of math homework that I'd gotten since the five day weekend, and I was truly bored. Of course, I'd been bored in the first place, causing me to actually be productive and do my homework, but now?

Yeah, now I'm contemplating suicide. You know, for the fun of it.

Thankfully, though, the doorbell rings and snaps me out of my thoughts of suicide.

"I'll get it!" I yell, racing down the stairs and towards the front door. Right now, everyone is home. Mama and Papa are looking through photo albums and crying about how much their 'little sparrows' (okay, so that was just Papa) had grown up. Ami was upstairs, somewhere attempting to hide from the insanity of our parents. I open the door, ready to tell whoever is knocking to bug off and bother someone else, when I'm suddenly attacked.

By a guy. Who has blue hair. And a strange need to kiss me on the lips.

Yeah, he should be glad that Papa wasn't paying attention.

"What are you doing here, Ikuto?" I'm not particularly mad right now, as I'm open to any possible suggestions to or distractions from the train wreck that is my family.

"Oh my gosh! She's so cute as a star!"

Ikuto, who was about to answer, peeks inside of the house in an effort to see what kind of craziness is going inside and, perhaps, in an attempt to see the accursed picture.

"Amu-chan! You should see the picture! You were so cute!"

And, yeah, his curiosity increases ten-fold, and he's kind of peering inside of the doorway now, craning his neck and looking wildly throughout the house in an effort to see.

I push him so that I can step outside and join him before slamming the door shut behind me. "Ikuto," I growl, "what are you doing here?"

He shrugs.

I twitch, slapping his shoulder, "Don't come if you don't have a reason to!"

He pouts, "Are you saying that you don't want me here?"

Well, yes. That's exactly what I'm saying.

"No," I say, "of course not." Obviously I'm lying, and he must know, because he rolls his eyes. Though, after that, he only chuckles and rolls his eyes at me.

"Good, 'cause I'm going to take you out."

I look at him, suspicious, because it's Ikuto and, okay, this is so not an Ikuto-like thing to do. "Okay, what's up?"

He pouts. "What, I can't just want to take my girlfriend on her first date?"

I roll my eyes at the face he has before grinning at him. "No."

"That sucks, 'cause that was my plan for today." He taps his finger to his chin thoughtfully before pulling me by the arm and yelling that he'd have me back by midnight.

And yeah, my family heard through the closed door. I can tell because my dad is now screaming, my mom is squealing, and Ami is laughing. Loudly.

Very very loudly.

I turn to look at Ikuto as he finally stops pulling at my arm. "So, where are we going, cause apparently I'm on a date with you now."

He grins. "That's a secret." He then walks to a car before unlocking it and climbing in, motioning for me to follow.

I do, easily buckling myself in. "This better be your car, Ikuto."

He fakes a gasp. "Oh shoot. Are you going to dump me if you find out that it isn't?"

I glare at him, ignoring the way he's making fun of me. "No, I'd kill you if I found out that it wasn't. But that shouldn't be a problem, should it, Ikuto?"

He laughs. "No."

We ride the rest of the way to who-knows-where in complete silence. He keeps glancing at me, as though to assess my reaction to the date so far, which consists of him kidnapping me and then dragging me into a car.

I don't know why he's so nervous. He's yet to do anything.

"You know, you should keep your eyes on the road, not on me," I tease lightly, smiling at him before looking at the road, attempting to find something – anything – that I could find to hint at where we are headed.

No. Nothing.

"You know," he copies the way I started talking, "you won't find anything. You've never been here before."

I raise an eyebrow. "Now, how do you know that, you stalker?"

He grins, "How did you know."

I roll my eyes. "I don't know, maybe it was the way that you keep sneaking onto my balcony like a pro."

He doesn't answer me. "Hey, we're here."

And here we are. In front of us is a gorgeous beach. It's slightly busy, but most of the people funnel into an amusement park nearby.

"I know a way in," he says, pulling on my arm again, although this time I walk with him willingly.

"Really? Would this way be legal?"

He grins. "It doesn't really matter. I come here all the time, and nobody cares."

I take that as a no, but I follow him anyway.

When we're inside, it seems like a different world. We can still hear and smell the ocean, but we can't see it. The ground is grass and concrete, sturdy land for building on.

"So, what do you want to ride first?" Ikuto asks me, standing next to me nervously. It takes me a while to remember that, for him, this is the first date.

This is the date where I figure out whether or not I want to stick with him.

I grin at him. "Let's go on the Ferris wheel!"

And so we go, and we ride all the way to the top before the ride stops. "Why don't we go on the roller coaster next? Or the haunted house?" Ikuto grins at me, making it obvious that he's teasing.

"Or you could just bring me home," I tease back, staring out at the rest of the amusement park from the Ferris wheel.

He pouts, pulling me into his arms from his seat next to me. "You don't really mean that," he says.

I laugh. "No, no I don't, do I?"

We sit in silence as the wheel starts to move again.

He eyes me nervously. "So how'd I do. You know, compared to," he pauses, searching for the right words, "compared to me."

I grin, "Eh, I've seen better."

He glares, knowing that I'm just joking.

I think.

I hope.

Cause, you know, if he didn't, that would suck.

Like, big time.

"You know I'm joking, right?"

He laughs. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

So yeah, it wasn't quite like I'd expected, but it was still pretty good. Anyway, I'm all ready for class today, and I'm so nervous that I'm already quaking at the front door, waiting for Ikuto to come and pick me up like he has been for the past month.

"Today's the day," I whisper to myself, pulling at my clothes. Today's the one month anniversary from when we'd started to 'try again' and, as a result, the day I find out whether or not he'd remembered anything.

Had he? It's very possible.

Okay, so not very possible. I know from science class that things like that rarely ever happen, that those with amnesia tend to never regain their memory, trigger or not.

And, from math class, I know that that possibility is very slim.

From English class, I know that that sucks. Like, big time.

And it does. It does suck.

Ami stares at me, watching as I shift my weight from one foot to the other, nervously staring at the doorway as I wait for Ikuto. "You know, it's all going to be okay."

I stare at her. She's supposed to be my younger sister. My pretty, selfish, self-absorbed, younger sister.

"What do you mean?" I sigh, "Nothing's ever alright."

She smiles softly. "You'll see. Everything'll work out. Promise."

When the doorbell rings, she grins and races off, mouthing good luck to me as she does so. With a deep breath, I open the door.

"Hey Amu." Ikuto looks nervous, too. He's got his hands in his pockets, like he does all the time in school, a sure-fire way to tell that he's uncomfortable, bored, or really nervous.

I bet it's the last of the three.

"Hey, Ikuto," I greet him, pulling my backpack over my shoulder. "You ready to go?"

He nods, pulling me with him and to his car.

He drives in silence. And, yeah, it's awkward, but I kind of don't care right now. Earlier, we'd agreed that we'd wait until the end of the day to find out what had happened. And yeah, it's killing me. But it's perfect, because it's killing me and, you know, otherwise I'd be doomed.

"See you later," he says. He smirks, although it lacks his usual fervor, and waves at me before walking to his first class.

Speaking of classes, my first one is a blur. Today I don't go to soccer, so I just sit through social studies with Rima. The next one, too, is boring. And, okay, they're all boring. Even orchestra, and science. And math.

Okay, so math is always boring.

And, by the end, I'm pretty much suffering because, yeah, this is horrible. In language arts, all of my friends in our little row stare between the two of us nervously, waiting to see if we'd just crack and give in.

"And relationships between characters," the teacher says, "are the most important. After all, it is because of these that we are able to connect with any character in a book or movie."

She's talking about relationships and bonds and, yeah, it's kind of strangely appropriate, and I kind of wish that it wasn't, cause it's not making my quaking legs stop shaking, or making my heart beat any slower. Instead, it's pretty much flooding my mind with thoughts of what had happened during the month.

Too soon, though, that class, too, is over, and I'm left standing with Ikuto and everyone else at the front of the school. Everyone stares between the two of us, wondering what would happen.

"Amu," Ikuto sighs, "No matter what I say, promise nothing will change."

I stare at him, "You know I can't promise something like that."

Cause, yeah, he looks scared and all, but I am too. If he remembered something, anything, then he's closer to being the same Ikuto as before.

And if he hasn't?

Yeah, if he hasn't…

I don't know.

"Well…" Ikuto stares at me, looking strangely lost for such a boy who always knows what he wants to do. "You know…"

Utau groans, staring between us. Beside her, Kukai laughs at Ikuto's stuttering because, well, he's Ikuto and, if you know Ikuto, then you know he doesn't stutter.


"Just tell her already!"

Ikuto glares at her.

I stare at her.

And Yaya just sighs. "This isn't too interesting. Yaya thinks that Ikuto should just tell Amu-chi that he didn't remember anything."

I don't know. I probably shouldn't be so choked up at that, or shocked. Or anything like that, but I am, and I can't breathe, and it sucks, because I kind of need to.

And Ikuto is staring at me. And he's kind of Ikuto-like, only he seems a lot more awkward than he ever has been. "Well?"

I choke, and stare at him. "Well what?" I manage.

"What happens now?"

I shake my head. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

He suddenly scoffs. "Now, that's just great. You're all choked up cause I'm not your ex-boyfriend."

I glare at him. "It's not like that!" I can breathe again, although now it's only angry breaths. Because this sucks. And Ikuto is so stupid sometimes.

"Really? Then why are you so messed up about this?"

I can't answer that.

"Cause you don't love me. You don't even like me, you like who I used to be!"

I glare at him. "That's not true!"

"Really? Cause I'm quite sure that it is."

I sigh, throwing my hands up in the air. "Really? And you're just absolutely amazing at this," I say.

"Excuse me? I never claimed to be amazing at this, Amu. I just said I was trying. Apparently more than you have ever done in this relationship. And yeah, that's what this is."

"I know what this is. And obviously you weren't trying hard enough. You didn't even know I was sending you letters!"

"Oh great, you've been stalking me with letters. Now that's just fan-freaking-tastic!"

I glare at him. "Really? You didn't seem to be too freaked out about my 'stalking' you when you replied to the freaking letters!"

Yaya gasps, "Amu-chi wrote letters?"

Needless to say I ignore her.

"Oh great, you have enough self-pity to practically drown yourself in it. That's just wonderful."

I stare at him. Because yeah, I'm not exactly the best at this. But this sucks. And I'm sorry. Because yeah, I suck, too. And I'm stupid sometimes.

Like really.



But so is he.

And we're pretty much the stupidest people ever.

And that was a short and sad argument.

And I'm crying.

And I'm sorry. So, so sorry.

And he stops yelling and glaring at me for long enough to take note of my tears.

And he holds me.

And it's amazing.

And he says he's sorry, and it's amazing, cause yeah, I'm sorry too. And so we're both pretty stupid, but at least we get it right in the end.

And our friends think we're kind of crazy. But it's all okay because we're the same kind of crazy. And that's called love.

And it's amazing. And horrifying. And I think it's trying to kill me, but I wouldn't stop it for the world.

And yeah, I don't even scream when he bites my ear. Or when he bites my neck. Or when he blows in my ear.

But I smile when he says he loves me because, yeah, it's amazing. And yeah, I say it back.

And he tells me that I'll never be so broken again. Because, after all, we've been through this twice, and it better work this time.

And I believe him because I don't really have any reason not to.

And it feels good, too. It feels good not to be so broken.


At this point, I don't think a spork would do.

Maybe a straw or a needle. Something more painful than a spork.

These two are really starting to annoy me. Like, really annoy me. To death.

Not my death, though. Their death.

Yes, it is that bad. Murder is probably the least illegal thing I'm thinking about right now. Honestly.

"Thinking of me, Amu-koi?"

I look up to see Ikuto staring at me with a smirk.




And so, Ikuto and Tadase are eaten by zombies, before the whole world returns to living peacefully.

I stare at the paper I'd just written for English. I think I did a good enough job, after all. Of course, it didn't say 'Ikuto' or 'Tadase', but that's about what I'd had to resort to do in order to retain my sanity for even a few moments.

So, yes, they happen to be characters in a story I'd written about people being eaten by zombies. And no, they don't know about it.

But hey, what they don't know can't hurt them, right?

"Hey Amu," Ikuto casually walks into my room, as though he'd been doing so all his life. "What are you looking at?"

He attempts to peak at the papers in my hands, but I merely hide them from his view. "Nothing," I hiss at him, hoping that he'd just drop the subject.

"… Okay, if you say so."

I sigh, thankful that he dropped the subject.

But, you know, he's Ikuto, and he can't just drop a subject like that. No, he has to be… himself.

He leans down and whispers into my ear, "But kids like you shouldn't be writing things like that, Amu-koi."

I have to admit, I did scream.


"You're a freak, you know that?"

"…Tadase's more of one."


"I knew you'd see it my way, Amu."


Die. Die. Die. Curl up in a corner and die!

"… What is Amu doing with that spork?"

"I don't know, Rima."

"I do, though, Nagihiko. She was ma-"



"So what you were really doing with that spork?"

I look up to see Ikuto smirking at me, and staring at the spork still in my hands.


He grins. "See? I knew you were mastu-"


"Amu-chi was what?"

I sigh. "Nothing Yaya."



"Eh! Stop biting me, pervert!"

"Om nom nom."



"Never do that again." I glare at the very happy Ikuto standing in front of me.

"Do what?" He tries to look innocent and fails miserably.

"Eat me."

He pouts, "Why?"

I glare at him. "Really? You really just asked that question?"

He grins. "Yeah. I mean, you're tasty, so I need a reason."

Yaya faints.






"Awkward silence."


"So… When are you going to tell him?"

I look up to see the class president staring at me expectantly.

He pushes up his glasses, making them catch the sunlight, "Tell him that you sent the letters."

Eh what? I stare up at him. After all, why hadn't he said anything earlier? It's not like anything bad would've happened.

I think I stare at him for too long, because he rolls his eyes and starts to walk away. "You don't know then?"


I get the paper back from English class today. You know, the one that I used for therapeutic purposes. With the zombies.

I reread it, just to make sure that I was as crazy as I think I was. But now there're comments all over the page and, apparently, the teacher let all the kids in our grade read it.

Except, you know, me. I don't know how I didn't know about this.

So, you know, he ate sour milk. Or, at least, some guy did, so he started twitching wildly, and, I don't know why, but he kind of sort of started moaning. Like, really loudly. And then he turned to his roommate.

And yeah, his roommate was freaking out. Cause, I mean, why was he moaning? He didn't know and, as I've already established, I don't know. But, okay, so the roommate and the very strange guy just kind of stare at each other. And, you know, his roommate must not be too smart, cause he just kind of gasps as the guy tears at the skin on his neck.

And, you know, apparently they're zombies 'cause, yeah, sour milk can do that, 'cause Toshiba said so, and why would Toshiba lie? So, yeah, don't drink sour milk.

Anyway, it was just the two people, so nothing else really happened. I mean, people screamed and all because, hey, they're zombies, and stuff. But, no, only those two were bitten cause, okay, they're in their dorm room, and I don't know why, but they locked the doors.

And, I don't know, apparently zombies aren't too smart, so they couldn't really open the doors either. And yeah, the rest of the world just kind of laughed at them and then lived peacefully ever after.

And, yeah. The end. And… stuff.

The first comment is the teacher's. And, yeah, I'm going to have to kill her. Maybe at the same time as when I kill Tadase and Ikuto cause, yeah, they need to die, too.

But that's not the point right now. The point is… actually, yeah, I should probably just show you.

That was the most interesting paper I've read throughout my entire teacher career, and I thank you for that. However, I can't tell how this applies to the prompt I gave you: Write about a time when you let your emotions dictate your actions. Maybe I can raise your grade if you can explain this to me. However, you made me laugh. (95)


Amu? Amu? I'm sorry to say this, and I know this is hard on you. But, there're people who can help, and they really want to help, too. So, if you need to, I just hope that you know that, as your friend, I am there for you. Even though you're kind of crazy.

And you really, really, need that help. Now. Actually, why are you even reading this? You shouldn't read this, you should be going. Now. For help.

And bring Ikuto with you. Cause I'm quite sure that he needs help too. Honestly, the way you two act around each other?

Bring him too. Or maybe he should bring you. That's what happens, right? Guys bring the girls on the dates, right?

Yes. Make him bring you. Pronto.

Sorry, but you need it.

Mashiro Rima


Yaya thought that it was hilarious! Yaya saw that commercial too, but didn't think that it would actually work! Yaya has never wanted to drink sour milk, it tastes bad.

Does that make Ikuto a zombie? Yaya saw him trying to bite your neck…



Sorry, but you can't date Ikuto anymore. Now, he's not the most innocent boy, but you're a bad influence on him.

Honestly, zombies?

Amu, you've got to find your lost sanity, buy some off of Ebay, or get away from my brother. Now. Before I kill you. Or just lock you up in a mental hospital.

And no, it will not be the same hospital I send my brother to for dating you. Twice. And liking you. Twice.

And even just relearning your name. And for wanting to relearn your name.

Or just cause he's my brother.

Hoshina Utau


Your writing was thoroughly entertaining, however, I have some pointers for you.

Do not be so repetitive, as your writing began to be the same phrase repeated in several different fashions.

Also, do not be quite so cruel to your characters, and make it less obvious that they're people in your life (From the way you were glaring at them earlier, I assume that the two are Hotori Tadase and Tsukiyomi Ikuto).

Also, do not completely lose your sanity.

Sanjou Kairi


Please excuse my blunt observation, but you need help. I'll be glad to help you acquire it but… yeah. You need it. Now.

Tell Ikuto, he should help.

Fujisaki Nagihiko


And they thought I needed help because of my paper.

Hotori Tadase


Dearest Amu,

Now, I realize that you can't always change who you are, but Papa, Mama, and I all agree that you need to stop hanging out with your friends. Apparently, insanity is contagious.

Papa blames Ikuto.

Mama said that it would only be Ikuto if it were an STD.

I promptly left the room.

Yeah, never do this again,

Hinamori Ami


Ikuto looks over my shoulder, smiling as he sees what I'm looking at.

"I read that," he points out proudly, taking the paper. "Although I was a little disappointed that you weren't writing p-"

I smack him. "IKUTO! Don't be such a pervert!" Mortified, I try to grab the paper back.

He simply holds it out of my reach. "Why do you want me to change so much, Amu?" He pouts, keeping the paper up.

I finally give up and, instead, push him so that he falls.

Of course, you know, I fall too.

"… Please refrain from having such extreme cases of PDA in the school zone. Thank you," We suddenly hear someone say.

Kairi walks calmly away.


"You know, one of the two zombies is you."



"Never write a story again."


"Rawr! I is zombie!"

"… Of course you are Ikuto. Of course you are."

"Amu-chi! Why are you just standing there? Ikuto-chi is a zombie! RUN!"

Hey hey! So this story has not only been updated (Gasp! Shock!) But it is now done!


Okay, yeah. I'll still take letters and whatnot, cause I have to finish those drabbles, but the actually story line? Done. Finished.

The point is, I have to continue another story. So here are the choices:

Absolute Power: A story about witches (read the first two chapters, they're up already)

Save my Sanity: A reality-check on Shugo Chara!. You don't have kids just seeing things or randomly changing character without wondering what's going on. (The first chapter is up. And the second should be coming soon)

See my Act: Utau and Amu have to go to a new school for a project in their production class. Sadly for them, this is the same school that both of their exes go to (The first chapter of this is also up. Again, the second is coming soon).

Mirror Mirror: The first chapter of this is coming soon. This will be a series of 10,000+ stories focusing on modern-day renditions of fairy tales. The first of which will be Snow White.

Also, all include Amuto (but Save my Sanity and Absolute Power don't necessarily center around it). There shall be a poll up on my profile. However, if you really want, you can just leave a review as well.

Adios! Until next time!

Also, next time includes letters. Thanks! R&R AND DO THE POLL!