Her hair was limp, frail, and soaked. Even so, she continued running. Endlessly through the dark skies, hard rain, and what she thought was a looming future. Her pace slowed down, eventually leading onto a complete stop. How much more pain was she going to face? She landed herself on a bench, not caring it was insanely damp. She placed her elbows against her thighs, and held her hands against her eyes, pouring out into them. She couldn't take the immense pain any longer. Her blouse was sticking onto her body, her jeans never looked worse, and she was just a total wreck.

Why had I not seen this coming? I should've known he'd be a player. Why!? Why has fate brought me to this!?

"Why," she mumbled repeatedly.

The exact same events had occurred in the same way as they did three years ago. That day when Ikuto had begged for forgiveness. The day when Yuichi had swept her off her feet. She hadn't taken the road her heart had chosen, she relied on pure logic, and it had gotten her in a tight spot. Her mind replayed images of the earlier day. Yuichi coming home from work, kissing her on the cheek, eating dinner together, watching television, spending time like any other married couple. How long had they been married? Not long, perhaps six months, but they were married. Were.

She planned a divorce starting now. She was not going to continue to be married with a man not worth her time anymore. So, what exactly happened earlier that day, or rather, just an hour ago?

As they were calmly watching a movie together, the door had blew open, revealing a rather slender figure, porcelain skin, long honey blond hair, and a whiny-personality.

"Yuichi, honey! Where are you, dahling?"

Her head snapped toward the couch, seeing Amu and Yuichi. She gasped angrily. Was this the same Amu that had stolen Ikuto from her? Her anger boiled and she marched up to them. Yuichi panicked and cursed mentally. How could he have been so stupid to have forgotten their small "appointment"? Amu was speechless, remembering who she was. She was the girl who was draped all over Ikuto those three years ago.

"What're you doing in my house!?" Amu shouted angrily, getting up and staring her in the eye.

"Your house?! And this," she pointed at Yuichi sharply, "is your husband?!"

Amu crossed her arms.

"Why, yes, this man is my husband indeed, so get out, I don't want you taking anymore than you've already have!"

"Woah, dahling. Your husband, here, is my fiance. So I suggest you get your little tush out of here!"

"FIANCE!?"

Amu was ticked off completely. She darted her eyes at Yuichi, wanting to tear him into shreds. How long had he planned to keep this from her. Wasn't he already happily married to her? How many other almost-wives did he have?

Slap.

"You good for nothing cheater!"

He raised his hand against his cheek. Before anyone had a chance to say anything, Amu had left the house.

And that was how she ended up here, in the local park, drenched in rain, cold, wet, and shivering. She drew in a deep breath and looked at her surroundings, realizing this was the very bench Yuichi had soothed her that day. This was the bench she had rejected Ikuto's begging. This was the bench where everything had begun. This was the damned bench she had lost Ikuto. And now, this was the bench where she had lost everything she ever loved.

Her heart clenched, and she wondered.

What would've happened if I had chosen to believe Ikuto that day …

She began to regret everything, she'd lost her best friend, Ikuto Tsukiyomi. She wouldn't forget his silky hair, striking features, charming personality, and the way he just made her feel like she was the luckiest girl alive. Most of all, she couldn't forget the way he told her he loved him that very day. But, she had rejected his proclamation of love and went off with Yuichi.

"Why, why the hell am I such an idiot. I've lost everything …" she cried.

A shiver road up her spine, causing her shoulders to quiver as she sobbed into her hands.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter.

"You know … I've always walked by here, hoping you'd come back one day."

That voice …

Amu shot her head in surprise. There he was, in the flesh. He was wearing a dark grey hoodie, faded black jeans, and black sneakers. His expression was somber and his eyes complimented it. He held an umbrella against his shoulder, protecting him from the rain. And who could forget those mesmerizing moonlight blue eyes and that silky dark blue hair.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Oh, geeze, I must've died when I ran here …

He walked forward and sheltered her with his umbrella. He looked at her with a loving expression, gently smiling, No, perhaps the right word is smirking.

"You know, it's not lady-like to run out in the pouring rain without an umbrella."

Amu tried not to laugh, but she couldn't help it. She wiped her eyes with her hands and regained her posture. Was she dreaming? Was this serious? Her heart screamed for this to be a reality. After she didn't say anything to him, he slipped the umbrella into her hands and began walking away. It wasn't until he was five steps away when Amu had realized what he had done.

"Ikuto!"

He took a final step, and stopped, turning back to look at her. Her eyes were puffed and red. He couldn't see her like this, he couldn't stand it.

Ch-Plock.

The umbrella had dropped to the ground and she ran for him. She longed to be in his arms, even if it was her only chance. She wanted to be with him. The man who had proclaimed his love to her three years ago. The man who was always there for her whenever she needed him and when she didn't need him at all; he'd be there. The man she had rejected for another, who had betrayed her in the end. She had always wanted love, a love that penetrated through anything, and she was definite, this love was with this man in front of her.

She embraced him, and he embraced her. Had it really been three years since they had seen one another? It felt like an eternity since they've had a moment like this.

"Ikuto, Ikuto … I can't believe it's really you."

New tears began spurring out of her eyes, for they were not tears of sorrow, they were tears of happiness and joy.

"Me either, Amu. I always held onto hope that one day, you'd come back, and you did."

She looked up at him, not caring about how she looked at the moment.

"Did you really? Did you wait this long?"

He brought himself down to her forehead, lifting her chin in the process, staring into her eyes.

"You should know that I'd wait an eternity for you."

Slowly, he brought his lips onto hers. His arms winding around her waist, pulling her against him. She ran her fingers through his damp hair and landed them on his chest. They savored the moment, even if there may be more to come. They had never felt a better moment than this. They had been waiting for a moment like this one for years, and after three agonizing years, it had come.

They both pulled away from each other, looking at each other, praying it was not a dream. Ikuto brought his pointer finger against her cheeks, wiping away her years.

"Ikuto," Amu said seriously.

He looked at her gently, not knowing whether he should feel happy he finally got the kiss he had wanted, or sad because she had to leave him soon.

You have to remember, she's married.

He sighed and let go of her, stepping back a bit.

"I'm sorry, Amu."

She looked at him with a questioning expression.

"For what?"

"… Nothing, I'm sure you have to run back to your husband anyway. Perhaps –"

It had happened again, she embraced him with all her might, not caring if she was hurting him physically; she didn't want him to leave, not ever, not again. He stared at her arms, wrapped around his waist.

"No, no, no! Don't leave me, Ikuto! I … Me … I …"

Ikuto turned himself around and held Amu's hands, looking into her eyes. Was this the moment he had been waiting for all these years? He saw she was struggling, so he reassured her.

"You know, Amu, I … Honestly, I still love you, and I always will. I'll wait for your answer as long as you want. Even if I die, I'll die happy because I was apart of you life."

The rain started to pour even harder, and Ikuto embraced Amu, hoping he had a chance at this. He felt Amu's arms wind around his neck, and he couldn't help by smile. He nuzzled her neck, kissing it gently. She felt his hair, soothe on her skin, it was perhaps the best feeling in the world.

"Ikuto."

He looked at her, eyes filled with hope.

"I love you."

There were those three words. Had his ears deceived him? He hoped not. He couldn't help but kiss her again, more passionately.

You did it, Amu.

I knew you had it in ya, kiddo.

Had it been fate they had been matched up together in this quite horrible weather? Perhaps, after all, good times come to those who wait. And certainly, Ikuto had waited long enough.

Whoot, I've finally finished another hopefully awesome fan-fiction! :D I hope all that have read this enjoyed it. As for my next aim, I'vealready dished out an idea for another story. My mind was just filling with ideas last night, and I couldn't help but start part of it. For those reading, I'll give you a special glimpse of my next Amuto fan-fiction :D It's a thank you from me to you for reading my work (:

Amuto: Accidental Fate

Amu Hotori is happily married with Tadase Hotori, living a normal life together with a baby boy due in five months. After a casual outing such as buying the groceries results in Tadase's death, Amu is petrified and angered at his killer, Ikuto Tsukiyomi. But would a simple "I'm sorry" and a helping hand here and there from Ikuto, result in Amu falling in love all over again?