So, I got kind of bored with my other story; but that doesn't mean I'll discontinue it. I've just approached a wall that I can't climb over. So the solution to that, was this story.

An idea sort of popped into my head, and I just wanted to give it a shot. It's not that great or original, but hey, it was just an idea.

Anyway, enjoy.

-Flashback-

Amu was walking to school as usual, she was in seventh grade. Her best friend, Ikuto Tsukiyomi also attended the same school as hers. They have been friends ever since they were three years old, so you could say they were extremely close.

Amu was the perfect, pretty, popular, and smart student in the school. Ikuto was the jock, trouble-making, lazy, violent kid in school. He got in a lot of fights with other students, and often had detention.

Amu was walking next to Ikuto. She was carrying her bag in a fashionable style, and one of her hands was on her hip. She put on her "cool and spicy" look while walking.

Ikuto on the other hand, was carrying his backpack on one shoulder. He put his hands in his pocket, and put on a bored face. Although, most of the time he had the same expression on his face. It looked as if he didn't care about anything in the world, he just wanted to fly.

They soon reached the front gates of the school, together. Sooner or later, they were greeted by three mischievous students, more like troublemakers.

"Ah, Amu you're so pretty." Said one, he had an evil smile on his face.

"Excuse me." Amu said, trying to walk past them.

Suddenly, one of them grabbed Amu's arm, and held her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Ikuto walked forward as he saw this.

"If you don't want to get hurt, you better leave her with us." Said one of the kids to Ikuto.

Ikuto just smirked.

He kicked down one of the kids, and then pushed the kid who was holding Amu. He punched the third one down. He defeated them all so easily. Well of course, Ikuto did get into lots of fights, he surely knew how to win.

"You alright Amu?" He said.

"I'm fine."

Amu dusted off her skirt, and walked to class. She moved on as if it wasn't a big deal.

"See you later Ikuto!" she said, waving her hand back at him.

Ikuto just waved back. He then walked to his class as the school bell rang.

-End of Flashback-

Amu had thought about her past with Ikuto as she tended to his injuries.

"Sheesh, you should stop getting into street fights, Ikuto." She said, wiping the blood off his face.

She rubbed some medication on his cuts, and bandaged them up.

"Ow!" Ikuto exclaimed.

Amu giggled as she saw him flinch.

"Ikuto, I was seriously… worried…" Amu mumbled.

"Don't be." Ikuto said.

He put his arms behind his head, using them as a pillow as he leaned back. He glanced at Amu, and saw a worried expression on her face.

"You know I always win the fights."

"That doesn't matter."

They both stayed quiet for a few moments, they couldn't hear anything outside. It was around

9:00 PM.

"I'm just afraid Ikuto, that you might really get hurt one day…" She said, looking down at the floor.

Ikuto didn't say anything. He knew it was true that he could seriously get hurt, perhaps even die. These street fights in Tokyo, Japan were no joke. He often fought for the rush and adrenaline. Most of the time, he would pick fights as he got drunk, especially with his friends.

After Amu was done patching up Ikuto, she put away the medical kit and first-aid kit, and sat down on the bed next to Ikuto, who was lying down. She noticed he was staring up at the ceiling.

Deep inside, she was extremely worried about Ikuto, the boy who would always protect her. She couldn't do anything in return, so she felt extremely guilty. After all these years, he still fights and tries to protect her.

Amu put her hand on his cheek, slightly rubbing it. Ikuto's eyes didn't change, they stared at the ceiling.

"Hey, Ikuto." Amu said.

"Hmm?"

"Remember when we were kids, you would always give me piggyback rides home."

"Yeah."

Amu smiled gently.

"And how you would always buy me ice-cream whenever I was feeling down…"

Ikuto looked at Amu's face, her gently smile turned into a sad frown. He could tell she missed those times, the times when children didn't have a care in the world.

Ikuto got up from the bed, and sat next to Amu. They both stayed silent.

"Shouldn't you go to sleep, Amu?"

Amu didn't respond. She did have to go to work; after all she was Japan's favorite fashion designer. After college, she became discovered with her unique punk style clothing, and she followed her passion as a fashion designer. Ikuto on the other hand, finished college and just lived his life. He often freeloaded off of Amu.

"Amu?"

Ikuto noticed she was still staring at the floor, she was in some kind of trance.

Suddenly, Ikuto put his arms around Amu's shoulder and pulled her down onto the bed, in his arms.

"I-Ikuto?!" Amu yelped.

He just smirked.

After a few seconds, Amu felt relaxed next to Ikuto. She felt somewhat, safe.

Through the years, Ikuto and Amu have been best friends. They told each other about everything, their problems, their relationships, and their life. However, they both felt something strange deep inside them.

"Hey, I-Ikuto, you can l-let go of me now…"

"But I like this position."

Amu sighed.

"Ikuto, shouldn't you be getting back to your place now?"

"I want to sleep here." Ikuto said, acting like a little child.

"B-but I only have one bed…"

"So?"

Amu's face turned red.

Ikuto pulled Amu closer to him; her face was touching his chest. His chin was on top of her head, smelling her strawberry-fragranced hair. So in general, he was basically hugging her like a stuffed animal.

"W-well since we're friends and stuff… I g-guess we could s-s-sleep together…" Amu stuttered, trying to stay calm.

Ikuto chuckled a little bit.

He let go of Amu, and turned to the other side of the bed. He pulled the covers over him, getting ready to sleep.

As Ikuto released Amu from his grasp, she felt a slight disappointment. She somehow enjoyed being in his arms, it made her feel warm and very safe. He frowned when he turned around, but she needed to get to sleep to as she had a busy day tomorrow.

"Good night, Amu." Ikuto said, in a low mellow-toned voice.

"Goooodnight Ikuto!" Amu said, turning off the light. She felt happy inside that Ikuto was sleeping over with her.

Amu was in her office, having a cup of coffee as usual. She wasn't very excited for work, except for today. Over the past few weeks, she had heard that she was going to get a partner to work with. She was happy because often she had to spend her time in the office, alone. Sometimes, it could get very boring.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Amu picked up her telephone.

"Miss Amu, your assistant will be coming up shortly."

"Thank you."

She hung up the phone, and tapped her fingers on her desk, waiting patiently.

After a few moments, she noticed a knock on her office door. It was her partner.

"Come in!"

The door slowly opened, and a figure came in. Immediately, Amu noticed this man was incredibly handsome. He had black hair, a little shorter than Ikuto's. His body was well built, but slim similar to Ikuto, and his eyes were absolutely gorgeous. They were dark brown, a brown that any girl could fall head over heels for.

"Amu Hinamori I presume?"

"Y-yes that's me." Amu said, blushing.

The man gave a gentle smile, and walked closer.

"You can call me Kenji."

He took his hand out, gesturing a handshake. Amu gladly accepted, and shook his hand. She was blushing furious shades of red. She tried to avoid contact with his face, as it might make her blush even more.

"A-A-Alright then, let's s-start…" Amu stuttered.

She slowly walked over to her desk, and organized some papers, then handed them to Kenji.

"These are some of my d-designs, if y-you could help modify them…" Amu hesitantly said.

Kenji looked through the papers Amu gave him. He smiled gently.

"These designs are…"

Amu looked down, worried he might say something horrible about them.

"Absolutely wonderful!" Kenji exclaimed.

Amu looked up smiling, she was blushing too. She felt extremely happy someone of his stature approved her designs.

"T-Thanks…"

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As time passed by, Kenji was in his office working on some papers. Amu was doing the same in her office, which was right across from Kenji's. She felt an attraction to him, not because of his charming looks, but because of his sweet and sincere attitude.

Kenji walked in, carrying a folder. Amu looked up, and immediately she started to blush. His hair and features made her heart explode.

"Excuse for the rude intrusion, Amu."

"N-no problem at all!"

"I was wondering if you could take a look at these reports." Kenji said, putting the folder on Amu's desk.

"S-sure!" Amu exclaimed, taking the folder and putting it in a cabinet.

"Also…"

Amu looked up at him, curious to what he was about to say. Somehow, she knew he was going to say…

"Would you like to, go on a date with me, sometime?" Kenji said, very calmly.

Her eyes widened, she was surprised by this question. She had just met him, but she knew that she liked him somehow. He was more classy than other men she had met, plus he was extremely handsome.

"I would love too!" Amu yelled.

"Great. I'll call you tomorrow." Kenji said, leaving her office.

"A-Alright."

Once Kenji left her office, and closed the door, Amu immediately collapsed. That moment made her heart beat extremely fast. She sighed, relieving her stress, and then worked her way to her desk.

She gave a radiant smile, and then continued her work.

"I can't wait for tomorrow!" She squealed.

As Amu finished up work, she immediately decided to go home. She was worried about Ikuto, and wanted to be at his side, she was his best friend, after all.

As she was walking, she noticed a group of girls talking under their umbrellas. There were about four girls there. Amu couldn't help but to eavesdrop as she walked by.

As she passed them, she heard some words that instantly worried her…

"Did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"Tokyo's toughest gang, they're going after some kids!"

"Why?!"

"This kid supposedly wrecked one of their members in a fight, not too long ago"

"I hope they don't kill the kid…"

"He deserves it! I mean, he was the one who picked with Tokyo's toughest gang!"

"I bet he's going to die!"

"I doubt that, he's quite a notorious fighter. I mean, he's really good too…"

Amu kept thinking to herself, a notorious street fighter. Although she knew the odds of it being Ikuto were very slim, she kept thinking it was him.

"God, he's such a baka!" Amu whispered to herself.

"I mean, he's still injured, and yet he still goes out and fights! He's so stupid!"

She kept worrying that Ikuto could get in a lot of trouble, even die. The fact that he could die, and leave her forever, just gave shivers through her spine. It gave her goose bumps, and it made her want to cry. Losing Ikuto… would be equivalent to death.

"He's probably still at my place…" Amu thought.

After all, when Amu woke up, she noticed Ikuto was still sleeping. She knew he needed rest, and his injuries wouldn't allow him to go anywhere.

Amu quickly ran back to her apartment, hoping that Ikuto was alright. She just hoped he wouldn't get into anymore trouble.

She found her keys, and opened her apartment door. She quickly hung her coat, put down her purse, and paced quickly to her bedroom. She could hear that her television was on, so she knew Ikuto was inside.

Amu opened the door, and found Ikuto lazily lying down. His head was resting on his palm. He was lazily watching television, while reading a manga.

"Yo." Ikuto said, waving his hand.

"H-Hey Ikuto…" Amu said, relieved that he was still in her bedroom.

Amu changed into some comfortable clothes, and sat down on the bed, right next to Ikuto. She dazed off, and started thinking about Kenji.

Ikuto immediately noticed she was daydreaming, and wondered curiously about what happened. He knew for a fact though, it was something good.

"You seem happy today." Ikuto said in a bored-tone, changing the channel.

"Yeah!" Amu squealed.

"Why's that?"

"Well, this really handsome guy, Kenji, asked me out on a date!"

Ikuto froze for a second, then regained his mind. What did she say? Someone asked her out? Although Ikuto knew Amu was happy, he still felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't know why, but he was a little envious too.

"So…"

"So?" Amu exclaimed in a curious accent.

"Do you… have feelings for this guy?" Ikuto mumbled. It was hard for him to say the last part.

Amu noticed Ikuto was hesitant in asking this question.

"Well, not really… I mean I just met him…" Amu mumbled, imitating Ikuto's tone of voice.

"Why do you ask?"

Ikuto stopped changing channels, and placed the remote in front of him. Amu saw this reaction, and looked into his eyes. She could feel that he felt somewhat betrayed, or lonely.

"I-Ikuto…?"

"I was just curious." Ikuto responded, picking up the remote and changing the channels once again.

Amu sighed. She knew that wasn't the reason why Ikuto asked. Perhaps, it was jealousy? No, Ikuto has been her best-friend, they were only friends. However, Amu did feel a very strange feeling inside her, she didn't know what.

Ikuto got up from the bed, Amu watched.

"Ikuto, where are you going?" Amu asked, getting up.

"I'm just going to take a walk."

Ikuto was about to open the door, then suddenly he felt Amu's hands wrap around his chest. Amu was somewhat trying to stop him from leaving, and she was squeezing awfully tight.

"Amu…" Ikuto said, in a cold-toned voice.

"Yeah?" Amu said gleefully, pushing her face up to his shoulder blades.

"Do you…" Ikuto hesitated.

"Think of me as just a friend?"

Amu's eyes suddenly turned wide. She was surprised; out of all people he would ask that question. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, she quietly thought about it. She wanted to say "No," but nothing would come out of her mouth. Amu just stayed in her position, staying silent.

Ikuto sighed.

He unraveled Amu's arm from his chest, and walked away. He waved her goodbye, his back still turned to her.

"Have fun on your date." He said coldly, opening her apartment door, then slowly walking out.

Amu just stood there, quite confused. Does Ikuto have feelings for me? If he does, how long has he had them? Do I have feelings for him?

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As Amu sat on her bed, hugging a pillow, she noticed it had started to rain. About seven minutes had passed since Ikuto left her apartment. However, it felt he left hours ago.

"Gee, I hope Ikuto isn't getting soaked by the rain…" Amu quietly whispered to herself.

She wanted to call him, making sure he was alright walking home by himself. His apartment was quite far on foot from hers. However, something inside her made her hesitant about picking up the phone, and she never did.

Amu sat there, quietly. All she could hear was the rain, violently hitting the ground.

As time passed, it started to pour harder.

Something about me and the rain…

Anyway, R&R. Reviews would be extremely appreciated.