Well, shank me and call me a gutted fish. I'm an awful author.
I sighed, swinging the huge wicker basket full of sandwiches between us. Amu was humming quietly beside me, making a small smile come upon my face.
"So, where are we going, anyways?" I asked, attempting at small talk. She glanced sideways at me, before jumping over a crack in the sidewalk.
"You'll find out when we get there, won't you?"
I shook my head slightly, still smiling. But the smile slowly faded as I remembered exactly why we were having this walk again. To talk.
About the relationship that she might think doesn't even exist.
I shook my head again, harder this time. Even if she did think that way, which is utterly preposterous, I would just change her mind.
She took another turn as my stomach growled, low enough that she couldn't hear. I wonder if I could just slip my hand in the basket…I reached down, slowly so she wouldn't notice. So concentrated was I on the sandwich that I would eat, I didn't the incoming hand that smacked my own.
Instantly I snapped it up to my mouth, sucking on the red spot that stung. I scowled at her. "What was that for?"
She rolled her gorgeous eyes, then gestured to the hill behind her. "We're gonna climb up there, and we'll be good."
I nodded as she turned back around. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head as a smirk stretched across my lips. Changing the basket so it laid in the palm of my left hand, I ran silently behind her, lifting her with my right forearm and carrying her to the top of the hill. "Up we go," I whispered into her ear, which turned red in response.
I dropped the basket down onto the grass and grabbed her with both hands, swinging her around in circles. Her eyes were shining, and her hair was flying everywhere.
The best part?
She was laughing.
My own grin was from ear to ear as I swung her around once more, before lowering her into my lap as I plopped down.
Still giddy from the moment, I leaned forward without thinking and kissed her. Fully into it, she kissed back, taking me by surprise. She pushed me back onto my forearms and gently prodded her tongue into my mouth, throwing my eyes wide open and begin to stare at the girl making out with me. Her hands were placed on my chest lightly. Strange behavior, I thought as my eyelids fluttered back down, my arms wrapping around her lower back, my lips pushing back just as hard.
Instantly, like I hit a button, her own golden eyes shot open, as if she was realizing where she was and who she was with and what she was doing. She tried to push back, away from me, but my arms were still around her, and I wasn't letting go.
I smirked at her. "What was all that about, babe?"
A light pink coated her cheeks. I licked my lips; I really wanted to make that a darker shade. She continued to struggle, not looking at me directly in the eye.
"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about."
I shook my head. "Yes you do. Now…" Folding my entire left arm over the small of her back, I used my free hand to grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. "…what was that kiss about?"
She stared a bit longer, before pushing my hand away and laying the side of her head on my chest, right above my heart. She sighed heavily as she listened to it pounding.
"What….What do you think of when you think about me, Ikuto?" she asked. She sounded pained, in a way. As if she was worried about the answer.
But you know she's not, Yoru reminded me.
I rolled my eyes, glad she couldn't see.
But what did I think about?
That you're beautiful, I really, really fucking love you, I never want to let you go, because that means you might go to another guy, and I can't deal with that, Amu, because I reallylove you.
But of course, none of this actually came from my mouth. Instead, I rolled my tongue around my mouth, searching for a realistic answer. "What makes you happy, Amu?"
Is what I almost said. Completely forgetting about my previous question, I replied to his own.
"Well…I really like cats, especially oddly colored ones. Polar bears are incredibly cute. I like to do artsy things, and sometimes I sing when I'm alone. I wish I could do more cooking, but I'm really bad at it. I find this American actor, Johnny Depp, incredibly attractive, but almost no one in Japan knows who he is. And it's really hard to find his movies in Japanese—" my eyebrows furrowed; I was getting off track. Instead of continuing, I looked up into Ikuto's eyes. They were swirling with emotions. Too bad I can't read feelings very well.
"What makes you happy?" I inquired.
He smiled and ruffled my hair with his hands. "Playing the violin, playing with cats, going to the amusement park, my dad, and—" he cut himself off, before ongoing with a huge grin. "When Hinamori Amu kisses me."
I stared at him with my mouth gaping for a moment, before turning red and shoving at his chest again. "P-Pervert!" I shrieked, finally deciding that rolling off him would be the best way to get away.
He was still smirking as he easily swung his body up and over mine, trapping me between his arms. My blush darkened as I realized what position we were in. I pushed at him again, looking anywhere but at him.
"C-Come on, g-get off!"
He just shook his head, before grinning and kissing me full on the lips.