Chapter 3

Amu wasn't adjusting well to prison. Her cell was small and she soon realized that she was claustrophobic. Not to mention, the lack of freedom was seriously affecting her.

She missed her family, even her annoying little sister, Ami. Amu wouldn't even mind hearing Ami sing. And that was saying something. She missed going out to the park and watching the people go by. Amu would always try and guess the life stories of the people, wondering what made them smile the way they did, or why they were with the other people they were with.

Even with the company of Utau, Kukai, Rima, and Nagi, she still felt so alone. Many of the prisoners seemed to hate her, and she didn't understand why. Ikuto hadn't talked to her for a while, a week to be exact, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. What the others had said scared her.

Did Ikuto want to kill her?

She decided it would be best if she stayed away from him. However, since he didn't seem interested in her anymore, it wasn't difficult to avoid him.

The only person she could really talk to was Kukai. Utau, on the other hand, made sure she never had any time to talk to Kukai. Amu couldn't blame Utau, of course, but she still wished she could have some alone time with Kukai. Over the week, she had learned that he was someone who would listen to her and not judge her.

Not that she had much of a chance to open up to him… yet. Even though Utau was very protective of her boyfriend, Amu could tell that Kukai would be the best of friends.

The time she had spent in jail had felt like a lifetime. How was she going to stay for her sentence? Even if she got off early for good behavior, it would still be a long time in prison.

"Amu. Hinamori Amu!"

Amu's eyes opened. She had been trying to get some sleep. Maybe if she just slept most of the time, it would go by faster. That was her initial thought anyway. Amu had encountered problems with said idea each night as the nightmares of Robert's death haunted her.

Amu sat up from the uncomfortable mattress known as her 'bed.' "Rima? What are you doing here?"

"Me? Why are you in bed?" Rima rolled her eyes. "Didn't you hear the whistle? The warden is calling all of us out into the yard." The short blonde put her hands on her hips. "You owe me for getting you. Utau told me to leave you here, but I decided that I shall make you indebted to me."

Amu sighed and stood up, zipping up her jumpsuit over her white undershirt. "Thank you."

Rima nodded and turned around, leaving Amu alone in the cold cell once again.

Why did the warden want them all outside?

As she walked out into the yard, she saw some of the officers lining up all of the women on one side and the men on the other. Amu was placed in between two unfamiliar faces. To her left was a lanky, greasy woman who was missing countless teeth and had a continuous twitch in her eye. On Amu's right was a short, buff middle aged woman with a scar running down her cheek. The woman grunted and spit, the saliva hitting the pavement only inches from Amu's foot.


Amu looked around for her friends. If they were considered her friends, anyway.

Utau was at the end of the line in front of her and Rima was standing a few heads back. On the other side of the yard, Amu spotted Kukai in front. He was standing straight with a blank expression on his face. Nagihiko was in the same line, but at the other end. She couldn't spot Ikuto and guessed that he was behind someone towards the back.

Warden Hotori walked out of the building and into the middle of the yard, passing by a few benches. Amu hadn't noticed how large the warden was before. The man stood high above many of the tallest men and was packed with muscles.

A rifle was strapped to his back and a pistol hung from his belt.

The warden looked at all of the prisoners.

"I'm ashamed to look at you," he said after the long silence. "Ashamed to think of the horrible deeds you have all committed." He smiled. "But that's why you are here, isn't it? To think about your disgraces. To realize that all rule breaking has consequences."

A few of the guards murmured their agreements and nodded. It was obvious they all looked up to him.

"My son, Hotori Tadase, is visiting me from college. I hope that you all behave in front of him. Anyone who doesn't…" Warden Hotori patted his pistol, "will face very severe consequences. If anyone touches, threatens, or even talks rudely to him will be under a heap load of shit.

"He arrives tomorrow and will be staying for a few days to see how I run the place. Got it? Good."

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the lines of men on the other side of the yard.

Tsukiyomi Ikuto walked out of the formation towards the warden, causing the guards to jump and fumble with their guns, aiming at him.

Warden Hotori narrowed his eyes. Amu could tell that he had already had enough trouble with Ikuto. "Get back in line, Tsukiyomi."

"I was getting bored, Warden. You know how I love excitement," Ikuto responded. "Hearing you talk about your son is about the dullest thing I've ever heard." He continued to walk, not paying any attention to the armed guards.

Warden Hotori gritted his teeth. "Get. Back. In. Line. Now."

Ikuto stretched. "Or what? Are you going to shoot me? Go ahead."

"You don't deserve such a quick death, bastard."

"Speaking of bastards, your son sure sounds like one." Amu's eyes widened. Why was he saying those awful things?!

Before she could stop herself, she shouted, "What are you doing, Ikuto?! Do you want to get yourself killed?!" There were gasps throughout the yard, from both the men and women.

Even Ikuto himself was surprised, according to the raised eyebrows on his face. Slowly, his expression turned into a deep smirk as he looked at her.

Amu felt her face turn bright red as every single person in that yard turned to look at her. She saw Utau shake her head. Amu looked down and closed her eyes. Dammit, dammit, dammit, she thought.

"Step forward," the warden instructed in his deep voice. "Now."

The women made an aisle for her as she slowly walked forward.

Warden Hotori looked down at her. "Hinamori Amu… Speaking out of term. Interesting…"

Amu felt sweat trickle down her face. "Please, Sir… I apologize. I didn't mean to—"

"Don't let it happen again. Speaking out of term is a very big form of disrespect around here, and although none of you deserve an ounce of respect, I am the warden and you all must respect me. Is that clear?" His voice didn't shake once. He was straight to the point and had a single, determined tone.

Amu tried to find her voice. She tried to steady it, tried to find that outer character she used throughout elementary, middle, and high school. However, her shaking heart had other ideas and caused her voice to sound like a frightened mouse. Which she was. "Y-yes… Sir…"

"Get back in line."

Amu nodded and moved back into place.

The warden turned towards Ikuto and pointed at him. "As for you, Tsukiyomi, you are coming with me. I have a little treat for you."

A couple of guards dug the tips of their guns into Ikuto's back and led him towards the building, behind Warden Hotori.

"Back to your cells!" an officer shouted. The remaining guards led the rows of prisoners back into the building and towards their designated cells.

After the guards led her to the tiny cell, Amu fell onto her bed and let out a sigh.

"I'm so stupid…"

"Yes. You are," a voice agreed. Utau swung her legs off of her bunk and jumped down. "What were you thinking? Not only did you speak out of line, you questioned him!"

"Well… he was… saying awful things…"

"He probably had his reasons!" Utau snapped. "How could you be so stupid?!"

Amu rolled over on her bed. "Okay… I get it…" Amu knew how stupid she acted. For some reason… she didn't regret it. Her instincts told her that there was more to Ikuto than he let on. But… what?


It was dark, too dark. Amu couldn't see an inch in front of her face. But the screams. The screams were very, very clear. Amu shook head but the screams got louder and louder.

'No!' Amu shouted.

'He's dead! My daddy's dead!'

Amu shook her head. 'No. No! I didn't make this happen!'

'You helped him!'

Amu felt the tears fall down her cheeks.

'Robert's dead. You helped that awful man kill him!'

'No! No! I didn't! I… I was tricked…'



'He's dead!

'Your fault.'

'You helped him!'





'How could you?!'

'I thought you were my friend!'

'How could you?!'

Amu shook her head. 'NO!'

Amu jumped up in bed, sweat falling down her face, heart racing.


Amu sighed and looked up at the bottom of Utau's bunk. Amu closed her eyes, tears slowly forming. She opened her eyes and attempted blinking back the tears but she couldn't. They streamed out of her eyes and Amu bit her lip to keep from crying out. It wasn't working.

She heard Utau sigh. "I hear you. And if you are crying because of me—"

"It's not you," Amu whispered. "It's not you."

Amu saw the mattress above her move slightly as Utau rolled over. "Don't cry. Crying shows weakness. I've learned that the hard way... Kukai thinks it is okay to cry sometimes. Maybe he's right. But don't cry about the past. You can't change it."

"Thanks, Utau," Amu sniffed.

"Whatever," Utau grouched. "Now go to sleep."

Amu smiled. Maybe there was more to Utau, too. There was more to everyone there. Rima, Nagihiko, Kukai… especially Ikuto. Just like there was more to her. All she needed to do was figure out what.

(A/N: YES I am back. For now… I hope you liked this chapter I know it wasn't the longest… I don't own Shugo Chara or anything like that. Life has happened and mine has been chaotic so… yeah… updating has been tough… Sorry…)