This is my very first fan fiction so please be nice to me. This is based off of the song is According to You by Orianthi. I haven't been able to find out to post so if it takes me a while to update, its not my fault! It just means I'm having trouble figuring out how to post. I should get the hang of it soon, but I'm not exactly a genius so it could take a while anyway enjoy. And no I don't own Shugo chara, any of its characters or this song, wish I did though. *sigh* I know that some of the characters in this will be a lot different from the anime and manga, but honestly I don't really care. You can find the lyrics to this song at .com/orianthi/according-to-you-lyrics/
Main Character Profiles
AMU HINAMORI
Nick Name: Strawberry
Hair Color: Rose pink
Eye Color: Gold
Hobby: In a band
Age: 17
Instrument: Voice, Electric Guitar
Love Life: Dating Tadase, In love with Ikuto since they were little
Secret: Gets beaten by Tadase on a regular basis, and pretends to forget a promise she made with Ikuto when she was little in an effort to make him care for her less, has the ring Ikuto gave her when they made a promise on a chain around her neck
IKUTO TSUKIYOMI
Nick Name: Kitten (only by Amu)
Hair Color: Navy blue
Eye Color: Violet
Hobby: In a band
Age: 17
Instrument: Electric violin, bass
Love Life: Not dating anyone, In love with Amu since they were little
Secret: Keeps Amu's other butterfly clip in his bag as a good luck charm, gets mad when anyone else calls Amu strawberry
UTAU TSUKIYOMI
Nick Name: Angel
Hair Color: Straw blonde
Eye Color: Violet
Hobby: Famous songstress
Age: 17
Instrument: Voice
Love Life: Dating Kukai
Secrets: Is a famous songstress by the name of Hoshina Utau, gets her brother, Ikuto, gigs by recommending his band to certain clubs and stages
TADASE HOTORI
Nick Name: Prince
Hair Color: Golden blonde
Eye Color: Red
Hobby: Drinking
Age: 17
Instrument: None
Love Life: Dating Amu
Secrets: Beats Amu every night, terrified that Ikuto will find out
KUKAI SOUMA
Nick Name: Sporty Shorty (Utau saw a commercial and loved it, even though he's not that short)
Hair Color: Chestnut brown
Eye Color: Green
Hobby: Any kind of sport as long as its fun
Age: 17
Instrument: Drums
Love Life: Dating Utau
Secrets: Does really well in school
RIMA KASUKI (I know this isn't her real name I just forgot her last name)
Nick Name: Clown
Hair Color: Yellow blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Hobby: Manages the band
Age: 17
Instrument: Flute
Love Life: Dating Nagihiko
Secrets: Plays the flute and doesn't really think Nagihiko is "girly boy"
YAYA YUIKI
Nick Name: Baby (not a pet name, she acts like a baby)
Hair Color: Amber brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Hobby: Acting like a baby
Age: 17
Instrument: None
Love Life: Dating Kairi
Secrets: Wants to be a baby, loves candy (not really a secret, but she thinks it is)
NAGIHIKO FUGISAKI
Nick Name: Twinkle Toes (Rima loves messing with him)
Hair Color: Plum purple
Eye Color: Gold
Hobby: Dancing
Age: 17
Instrument: None
Love Life: Dating Rima
Secrets: Loves his nick name, likes it when Rima teases him
KAIRI YAMAGUI
Nick Name: Braniac
Hair Color: Forest green
Eye Color: Blue
Hobby: Studying
Age: 17
Instrument: Electric guitar
Love Life: Dating Yaya
Secrets: Loves being in the band, but pretends to hate it
Escaping Hell
Chapter One: 1st Mistake
"You think that you're actually worth something!" Tadase more yelled than asked me. I shook my head "no" and let out a cry of pain as he kicked me in the torso. "You're too stupid and useless to do anything!" I hated it when he got like this, it usually only happened after a full bottle of anything strong enough to smell on your breath after you've only had a sip. "Why can't you do anything right!" I cringed as I was brought up by my hair and slapped. I could feel my face swelling.
I got up and tried to run, but he was faster than me in my weakened state. He grabbed my arm and slammed me against the wall. I slid down the wall and he got in my face. "You're so difficult and hard to please." I hated it when he yelled at me, but I hated it even more when he would talk softly to me, because at least when he was yelling I could judge what the sting of the next impact would feel like. When he whispered I could tell nothing. Not a thing. Sometimes he would stop, sometimes he would hit me like all the other times and sometimes he would deliver the final blow that always hurts the most.
He lifted a fist and slammed my head into the wall with it. I heard a sickening crack and a shooting pain at the back of my head. His face and his eyes filled with so much fury was the last things I saw before the world went black.
The next morning I opened my eyes to see the grains hard-wood floor. I got up off the floor and quickly put my hand over my mouth to stifle the cry of pain that I was about to let go. I looked over at the stairs and stayed absolutely quiet. When I heard the slight snoring coming from the bedroom, I pulled my hand from my mouth and let out a breath that I didn't even know that I was holding. I slowly started raise up from the floor, stopping every time my head would spin or I felt a shooting pain somewhere in my body.
When I was up all the way, I tiptoed down the hallway. Every time the floor would creak I would stop and listen for the snoring. I knew that he wouldn't wake up, because he had probably just passed out a few hours ago, after a few more blows to my unconscious body. I snuck into the downstairs bathroom and locked the door. I kept first-aid and makeup kits hidden all over the house, so that no matter where I woke up, I could always quickly treat and cover my injuries.
After everything that was bleeding had been sterilized and the bruises had been iced so that the swelling was so minimum that you could hardly tell except for the color, I put on almost a whole thing of concealer and base. It was a usual thing, the drugstore down the street loved me, because every time I walked in they knew they would make a fortune in cosmetics. I winced as I covered up my bruised cheek.
When I was done I pulled a hairbrush, a tooth brush, tooth paste, and a change of clothes out of the cabinet under the sink. When I was done I was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, purple ballet flats, a short sleeved, purple t-shirt with a black, glittery skull on the front, and a black hoodie with purple skulls and butterflies. I pulled two thick chunks of my long, pink hair back from my face and secured them at the back of my head with a crystal butterfly clip.
Before I moved in with Tadase, before my parents died, I would always wear cute little skirts, tank tops, and dresses that were gothic Lolita. I still have them, and I wear them sometimes, when the beatings aren't that bad. Today though the beating was worse than usual so I had to cover up the bruises.
I unlocked the bathroom door and snuck into the kitchen to check the time. It was six in the morning so I still had about an hour until I have to go to class. I learned to leave my back pack by the door so that no matter where I pass out I could always grab it easily. I know what you're thinking how could you move in with a guy that beats you even if your parents died? Couldn't you have stayed with a friend or live on the street if you had to? Well the answer to the second question is simple. Of course. The answer to the first however is not so simple. When my parents died, Tadase was the epitome of kindness. He comfort me when I cried and when I started to get angry at the world he would always kiss me on the forehead and tell me not to worry, that if I ever got in a fight, he would be right beside me backing me up, then he would tell me to try to stay out of fights, because he didn't think that his princely face could take too many hits. When he said that we would both bust out laughing and he would tickle me until I couldn't breath and had completely forgotten about my anger.
After I moved in with him though things started to change. He started to drink and yell at me, and eventually he started hitting me. The first time he hit me, I was fully prepared to leave, to go anywhere, but there. I'm not stupid or foolish, I wanted out. When he figured out that I was trying to leave him he said that he would kill me and then himself if I ever left. I'm actually a very kind person and didn't want to see him die, I also didn't want to see myself die either so I stayed and put up with it. Honestly after a while I stopped caring whether he would kill me or himself, so he found a new prey. There's this guy that I've been friends with since I was five. His name is Ikuto Tsukiyomi. I know that Ikuto could stand up against Tadase so I wasn't worried about his death threat for Ikuto, but then he revised his strategy and said that he'll kill me and then make it look like Ikuto did it. I knew that that wasn't an empty threat, because his father is a crime scene investigator, so he knows how to set it up.
I grabbed my bag and left to go get coffee so that I wouldn't be too early for school.
When I got to school I had already had four cups of coffee, since I was out of the house an hour before school started. I was kind of jumpy when I walked into class. So jumpy, in fact, that my head about hit the ceiling when Ikuto walked up behind my and said "hi".
"Whoa, did someone drink too much coffee again? I thought that I warned you about that. Not to mention that you're going to be all jumpy and jittery during band practice after school." I gave him a glare. Then I smiled really bright and said in a cheery voice, "Last time I checked, Ikuto, you're caffeine addiction is even worse than mine." Then he gave me his signature and put his arm around my shoulders as he walked me to my desk. He said as if he was trying to enlighten me, "Yes, my dear, but it doesn't make me all jumpy and skittery." I just looked at him and then Kairi sitting in the back of the room. "Hey Kairi, is skittery a word?" He looked up from his book to the ceiling, taking a moment to think about it. "No," was all he said, before he looked back to his book. Ikuto and I both sweat-dropped and I sat down at my desk. Ikuto sat on top of the desk beside mine, facing me, like he does every time before any class we have together, which is all of them.
I sighed and rubbed my arm, as Ikuto thought of something to talk about. "Hey does your arm itch?" Ikuto said, catching me off guard. I just looked at him with what I guess was a mixture of shock and horror. I was usually so careful to hide the bruises. He looked at my face and got concerned so he grabbed my hand and pulled up the sleeve of my hoodie, until the area I was rubbing was visible. I was frozen in shock, so couldn't keep him from grabbing my arm. Ikuto took one look at the finger shaped bruises on my arm, and said, "What happened, Amu?" He said this just as Tadase walked into the room.
What do you think? Please R&R. I'll probably have a new chapter posted really soon only because I like chapters that are long and I couldn't make this one too long because of the character profiles so I feel guilty so this cliffy won't be hanging for too long. :D