I wrote this when my fucking internet was down and out on my computer. ALL BECAUSE OF ONE STUPID BUTTON.

I don't expect this to be a good chapter. Not at all.

Disclaimer: Fuck this, I'm tired.

Amu concentrated power into her hands as she slowly moved them just above Ruchia's burned face. She was humming softly, while Ikuto ran his long fingers through the small girl's blond hair. She had yet to wake up, which worried the two considerably. It had been hours. Amu knew better than to burn her too hard once she noticed the golden eyes in front of her, and let her flames shrink before her hand met the girl's skin. Yet, it was still enough to knock her unconscious.

"I feel bad," Amu mumbled to Ikuto, refusing to look into his eyes. "My powers tend to get more powerful if I'm really mad…and you know the situation with my parents. I couldn't help myself."

"I read in a book that emotions cause the elemental powers to control your body and become stronger," Ikuto said slowly. "Like that one time at your lake; remember, you were pretty upset and storm clouds formed?"

"So being a stronger magical being makes your emotions also control your entire being?" Amu looked at Ruchia. "The day I become totally furious at you is the day when the entire world will die."

Ikuto pouted and reached over to ruffle the pinkette's hair. She squeaked and tried to move away, but couldn't because of the certain blond laying in her lap. She instead grabbed Ikuto's hand, held it close, and kissed each of his fingers. He smiled; he loved it when Amu was this gentle and caring. It was as if she had turned into a different person altogether. She gave him a soft smile and he returned it, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend lightly. That moment, Ruchia stirred, so the two of them looked down at her as she opened her eyes. Wincing, she moved her eyes, and settled her gaze on Amu. "That hurt, but I protected your father," she said quietly.

"I wish you'd hadn't," Amu retorted. "If anything, killing that man would make my life a whole lot better."

"Why?" a small groan as she shifted into a better position. "What did he do?"

"Abused me."

A silence that wasn't too comfortable closed in on them, and Ikuto stood up. Amu watched as he walked into the kitchen and took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He opened the cap and took a sip before handing it to the pinkette. "It's not something we like to talk about, Ruchia."

"I can understand." She looked at Amu while the teenager tilted her head back to drink from the bottle. "She's a Daughter after all."

"All right," Amu said, patting Ruchia's arms. "Time for bed. You're going to need it if you want your face to heal faster. I already used some cold water to stop the swelling, but you're going to have to be fully rested for me to continue."

"Okay," the blond replied, sitting up. She held her arms out in Ikuto's direction and gave him her signature baby face, and he groaned, bending down to pick her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, sighing happily. "Goodnight, Amu-nee."

"Goodnight."

Ikuto slowly and carefully walked up the stairs, into Amu's old room and set Ruchia down on the bed. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "goodnight" before leaving and closing the door. He returned downstairs to find Amu cleaning up after the fight they had. She was bent down to pick up a broken picture frame, when he noticed the tears falling from her eyes. He felt sympathetic; more than he knew he should, and walked over to her, embracing her tightly as she cried into his chest. She was scared—they both knew it, and she just needed someone to make all the pain go away. He sat down next to her on the couch and stroked her hair, murmuring small innocent words into her ear to try to ease her tears. He got her to fall asleep pretty quickly, and he pulled her toward his chest, leaning his head on top of hers' falling asleep as fast as she did, content with knowing that she wasn't going to go anywhere any time soon.

LE GASP cliché ENDING.

ArAndArPlease.