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Chapter Eight

AmuPov

I rode in the ambulance, all the way to the hospital. I felt horrible for letting him take the fall. What kind of person was I, running away from someone who wanted to actually help me. Nice one, Amu, real nice.

A blow of air escaped my nose as we entered. A few people stared at me, wondering what I was doing with dried blood on my hands while following the rolling bed Ikuto was on to his room. It was from when I was attempting to patch up his head, at least a bit.

I washed it off in his room at the small sink in the corner. A few nurses bustled about, wrapping up his head and putting medicine on his scrapes he got on the cement. The pushed me into a chair that was by his head and told me to stay put.

I lay a hand on his upper arm, saying a silent prayer.

I'm so sorry, Ikuto. That fall was meant for me, and me alone—

Wait a second.

That fall was so obviously for me.

So then…

Why did Ikuto take it?

My eyebrows ruffled up into one bunch, making me think deeper into it. Suddenly, a small group of doctors came in. The tallest and the one who came in first, fixed me with a stare and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Who are you?"

I stood up and took a breath. "Mr. Tsukiyomi is coming home with me. I'm the one who caused the incident, so it's the least I can do."

He nodded once and shook Ikuto a bit by the shoulder. He didn't wake up. The doctor sighed and picked him up, surprising me when he walked out the door and called to me.

"You coming or what?"

We walked down the hall, heading for his car. "Thank you, so much—"

"I'm Dr. Rupree, the main doctor for minor cases like this. And yourself?" He glanced to me.

"Amu Hinamori."

"Well, Amu-san, if you could just help Tsukiyomi-san for a second," he wrapped Ikuto's arm around my shoulders and leaned him on me while he took out his keys.

Even though Ikuto was out cold, fell down on the hard ground and had blood in his hair, my nose was filled with his musky scent, sending me spiraling in my thoughts.

Dr. Rupree lifted Ikuto's body away from me and laid him in the backseat. I strapped myself in the passenger's and off we were to my house. When we rolled up by it, he turned to me and handed me a small pill bottle.

"Here. This is the medication Tsukiyomi-san will need for the next…" he scratched his beard, doing a bit of math. "…About a month, I should think."

My eye twitched. "He'll be head-damaged for a month?"

"Indeed," a smile teased at the corner of his mouth. "Is there a problem?"

"Not at all," I said, my own smile plastering itself on my face. I slipped it into my pocket and helped Ikuto out of the car and into my house.

"Have a fun time!" Dr. Rupree called from the car, a smirk at his lips. He pulled out and drove off, leaving me to close the door. I had put Ikuto on the couch for now.

Seeing as Mama and Papa were working on a world-wide magazine with pictures and captions of birds, they had brought Ami with them, asking me to take care of the house. Which was perfectly fine with me; more free time to roam and get over my pathetically little break up by myself.

I sat down on the end of the bed by Ikuto's feet, holding my head in my hands, feeling ridiculously guilty.

"I promise you, Ikuto," I said out loud, hoping to make this at least a bit better. "I will do everything and anything in my power to help you heal for however long you need it."

"Really, now?"

I jumped and snapped by head to look at the amused expression Ikuto had. A blush took over my face and my voice was nervous. "Y-Yes, that's right." I wrung my hands in my lap.

He sat up and crawled over to me, laying his head back onto my hands. He seemed to purr.

"Much more comfortable, don't you agree?"

Thinking about other things to get my mind off of my red face, I wasn't paying attention as my hands wandered to his hair and begun to pet it. Faintly, my mind recognized how soft it was; catlike, almost.

I didn't notice what I was doing until he groaned, his breathing a bit thick. I stopped for a moment, my hand rising a bit above his head, wondering what was wrong. He looked up at me with slightly glazed eyes.

"A-Amu," he grunted, grabbing my hands and putting them back down on his head, signaling for me to continue.

I giggled a bit and proceeded to pet him. We stayed like that for about 10 minutes until my hand drifted off to his ear, holding and rubbing the back of it with the pad of my thumb.

His eyes flashed open and he was over me, holding onto my wrists, his body weight pinning me down on the couch.

"You are just asking for it," he growled. His eyes were a bit misted like before. I snickered again and my hand rose, restarting the stroking of his ear. His hands tightened on mine.

"Amu, stop. W-We're not r-ready—"

Suddenly, his lips were on mine, greedily sucking.

I know, I know. I'm horrible. I seriously could've gone on to what happens, but first I'm lazy, and second,

MY LOVER MORGAN WASN'T ONLINE ANYMORE SO I COULDN'T HAVE THE MOTIVATION. :C /3

But it's cool, yo'.

Ohyeah. Should I keep this T or change it to M? ANSWER AND YOU GET LOVE :DD