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Hinamori Amu. Everybody knew her. Who doesn't? She was the new idol. Everybody loved her. But behind her addicting voice and angelic smile, she's just a person who's misunderstood. She was silent, and she kept all her problems to herself. She has memories she wants to forget that keeps haunting her. But things change when she sees a pair of sapphire eyes watching her.

Tsukiyomi Ikuto. The son of Aruto Tsukiyomi, CEO of Easter. He arrived from America that day, only to see a stranger performing onstage. But for some reason, this person took her interest. And he's willing to do whatever it takes to know everything about her, and cheer her up.

A/N:

Yeah, I decided to make this story, since I was bored.

Enjoy Reading. :)

My first time doing fanfic with the genre "slice of life."

A song inspired me to write this: Ame- Mami Kawada

Clarifications:

Italics: Thoughts, sometimes other things.

Bold and Italics: Flashbacks

Anyway. This story revolves around both Amu and Ikuto's POV, so please don't be confused on which POV it is.

Well, this is better than nothing.

Amu's POV: [+]

Ikuto's: [-]

Chapter One

Rain

The rain doesn't stop falling.
It holds back my fast pace
and irritates my impatient heart.

The day I started to forget even standing still,
The scenery that was noticed…

Feel it.

The sound of crossing footsteps… The cold road that silenced the words…
Let's turn back the time that was washed away, just a little, and await the sunlight.

If only the rain would continuously pour down.

I wish.

I sighed.

What's the use of wishing when you know it won't even come true?

I sat silently, gazing through the window, admiring the raindrops that were there. I watched it as it slowly ran down from the edges of the window towards the end.

If only I was like rain, which can easily be dissolved.

"Amu. Get ready. You're onstage in 5." My manager reminded me. I nodded.

[-]

So, it's raining, huh?

I see. Nothing really changed around here.

I wish the sun would come out already to stop this city from looking dull and gloomy.

I pulled over in front of a familiar building that didn't leave my memory any time at all.

I sighed and pulled out my umbrella.

Well, actually, I'd prefer getting wet. But since I'm in formalwear, that idea isn't going to work.

I guess I'm home.

[+]

I stood up, and wiped the tears that ran down my cheeks. Why was I crying?

This is one of the reasons why I wanted to become stronger.

"Ready?" My manager, Izuko-san asked.

"Yup." I assured her.

"Come now." She said, holding out her palm. I took it.

If the whole Easter staff wasn't there to support me, I wouldn't be in a position like this. I wasn't strong enough. I was too weak to face reality, and that's why there are people who are surrounding me now, giving me the strength I need. I was like a fragile vase covered with cushions so I wouldn't break. And sometimes I really despise myself for being emotionally weak.

"Why are there many people gathered outside?" I asked Izuko-san.

"Well, looks like Aruto's son came back from America, and he's visiting his father. You know how the reporters behave." She rolled her eyes. I smiled.

"There you go. You finally smiled for a change." She smiled.

"Thanks." I smiled back.

[-]

Nothing really changes.

Everything remained the same. The old, Easter logo was still there. But the inside was renovated, of course.

Well, look on the Bright side. Inside, it's not dull and gloomy anymore. Or is it just those crazy reporters again and their annoying camera flashes?

"Tsukiyomi-sama! I heard you we're in America for 5 years! Is this true?" A reporter asked. Like I have time to answer such questions.

I ignored them successfully, and guards started blocking their way.

You're wrong. It's 5 and a half.

And then something pink caught my eye.

Pink hair?

I blinked and it was gone.

Must be my eyes playing tricks on me again.

[+]

"Okay. Here, have a drink before going onstage." Izuko-san handed me water.

"No thanks." I assured her. "I'm fine." I smiled.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes. Absolutely." I said, as I stepped onstage.

[-]

"Welcome home, Ikuto." A familiar voice said.

My father, Aruto Tsukiyomi.

"Yo." I replied.

"Is that the proper way to greet your father?" He sighed and laughed. "Kids these days."

"I'm not a kid, dad." I reminded him.

"Yes. You're a full grown adult." He chuckled, handing me a drink.

"I don't drink, dad." I reminded him again.

"And I thought you we're an adult?" He teased.

"You know I don't drink at all."

"Well yeah, but I guess, things doesn't really change."

"You got a point there."

"So, how's your mother?"

"She's doing well. She was even pleading me to email her every minute." I muttered. Dad laughed.

"She never changes." He sighed.

"Speak for yourself." I mumbled. "You're wearing the same necktie again." I rolled my eyes.

"It's my favorite, you know?"

"I'm guessing that tie is older than me."

"Correct."

"I knew it." I sighed.

"It was given to me by your mother before you we're born, Ikuto. As a birthday present." He smiled while touching the tie. "You know, if you value something or someone very much, that person or object won't leave you no matter what."

"I know dad. You've been telling me that line over and over again." I sighed.

"Just remember. If someone is important to you, value that person more than that person values you." He said. "Get it?"

"No."

"Okay." He chuckled. "Hey, there's a concert downstairs. Wanna see our new idol?" He asked.

"Sure."

"Go ahead then. I'll go." He said, motioning to the door. I nodded and left.

"New idol, huh?" I mumbled to myself.

This was one of the advantages of being a VIP. You get to see a concert from a very special location. I was about to open the door when I heard the song.

"I had wished for the rain.
Today, I want to be alone.
I want to fill my empty chest until it overflows"

I didn't know this song at all. But it seemed to catch my attention. I opened the door and the screaming of the crowd welcomed me.

"If I'd kept running, unable to see in front of me,
The scenery I didn't notice…"

"Look for it."

But that didn't stop me from listening. Did time stop? I think time just stopped. Her voice. It was the voice that can catch any listener.

"The bloomed umbrellas on the streets… The colorful world…
Let's accept the blessing that the flowers sought and wait for tomorrow's clear weather…."

I opened my eyes and golden eyes welcomed my vision. Pink hair and golden eyes.

So she was the person I saw earlier. It wasn't an Illusion at all.

[+]

I heard the crowd cheer, and for some reason, this made me happy. I opened my eyes and scanned the crowd. I smiled while I sang. But somebody caught my attention.

Indigo-blue hair. A broad chest. Fair skin. And alluring sapphire eyes.

He looked like Aruto Tsukiyomi for some reason.

Oh. So he's the son.

[-]

"Enjoying?" Father asked.

"You can say that." I mumbled. "Who is she, exactly?" I asked.

"Hm. Takes up your interest too, huh?" He smiled. "Her name is Hinamori Amu. Eighteen years old. I actually adopted her."

"Wha? So now I have a sister?"

"No, not in that sense." Dad assured me. "I adopted her to this company."

[+]

The song was finally finished, and when I looked, the son of Aruto wasn't there. What was I worrying about anyway? I sighed and smiled for the crowd, even though it hurts.

I decided to take a break first, and compose myself. Why couldn't I forget those sapphire eyes? What was he to me anyway? He's just the son of the person who took care of me, right?

Or is he really that?

Ugh.

I sighed and sank myself into the sofa.

[-]

"I always walk down the same street as always, because I see her and hear her singing there. She used to sing for me every day, even though I'm a stranger to her. But she enjoys singing to me. She was fourteen at that time. I thought she could be an idol someday, since her voice really took my interest."

"Then why didn't you take her?" I asked.

"Well, she seemed happy spending time with her parents. But I gave her a choice. If she wanted to work as an idol, she can come anytime here." He said.

"But that accident happened. I saw everything. The truck was driving too fast. And they we're parked in a corner. Amu was on the farthest seat, but she was still badly injured. Her parents, including her sister, died."

Words wouldn't come out of my mouth.

"So that's why I adopted her, and she sang for us. But she isn't the cheerful and happy person she used to be."

I never thought that her situation was really.. Depressing. I knew it. The moment I saw her, she immediately took my interest.

"Then I'll cheer her up." I promised. "I'll definitely cheer her up!" I interjected.

"Hmph." Dad smirked. "Whatever you say then. It's your promise." He smiled. "Good luck, son."

Even though I said that confidently, I believe I made a mistake. I sweatdropped.

Who was I anyway, superman? I rolled my eyes. I was still childish.

And then I saw her.

[+]

I wish it wouldn't stop raining. I'm back to being emo again.

I sighed and reached for the water bottle. Apparently, it was empty.

"You know, you don't need to lie to yourself. Just be who you are and don't force yourself to smile." A voice said, handing me a water bottle. I looked up, and saw the pair of sapphire eyes that I kept thinking about. I blushed.

"I'm Ikuto Tsukiyomi, by the way. Nice to meet you, Amu." He said, waving. "And one more thing. I promised myself that I'm definitely going to make you happy again." He said, and winked.

I stared in disbelief at the boy who suddenly announces things that I didn't even decide for.

But for some weird reason, my lips curved into a smile.

A/N:

Hmm. Should I continue, or make it a one shot?