Amuto: you or my broken life

second date

[~•~Amu's view~•~]

"Urg my head..." I groaned as I tried to sit up. Strangely I noticed that this usually light task was quiet hard because I seemed to be carrying extra weight on my waist.

Slowly I looked to the side in hope I didn't do anything stupid as I was drunk yesterday. As I saw who was laying next to me I tried muffling a scream seeing that the person next to me was Ikuto.

"W-wha..." I couldn't get a word from my lips while I had questions running trough my head... lots of questions.

Why the Hell was Ikuto laying next to me?

I looked under the sheets seeing that both of us just seemed to wear our underwear.

WHY ARE WE BOTH HALF NAKED?!?

And where in the world are we?,that isn't mine nor Ikuto's room, I thought as I looked around in the big room we were in.

After a while I remembered that this was the room of a hotel I visited once.

Well my last question was answered so the first two are still left. I wanted to hit the damn perverted bastard that had his arms around my waist right on the head, but stopped as I saw how cute and peaceful he was sleeping.

Brushing a few strands of hair out of his face his grip around me became tighter. That made my face heat up.

I didn't remember a thing about yesterday. So what happened that I'd be laying in a bed with him and be barely dressed.

I would have bet he'd wanted to sleep with me. Concentrating I tried to remember what happened the day before but thinking it would be easy I found out it was not.

Remembering how much I drunk yesterday it was no wonder. I tried to distract my mind the whole time and nothing else than almost killing my brain helped. Well, my brain did show me how angry it was at the moment as he gave me this killing headache.

I laid back down next to Ikuto, not because I wanted to cuddle with him, but because my vision slowly became blurry. I still laid down so I could face him so I would struggle him to dead immediately when his hands tried to travel somewhere they did not belong to.

I noticed that he had deep scratching marks on his well toned chest. Wondering from what kind of bimbo he got those I got pissed and hit his head but not so strong that he'd wake up from it.

I heard him groan in his sleep and he tightened his grip around my waist again. That once again coursed me to blush.

Instead of wanting to bet him again I somehow wanted to be close to him. I sat up again and started to play with his hair.

It felt comfortable and it's as if I would pet a cat. I did notice that his hair felt more like cats fur than hair, what was kind of funny because he sometimes really does act like a cat.

Maybe I did overreact...,I thought as I kept petting him.

I just compared him to my Ex. I said he knew nothing about me, but what right did I had to compare those two even thought I don't really know him myself.

He wasn't always a perverted bastard like usual. He could someone be cute, and sweet and gentle, but just if we were alone. When other people were around he always turned into pervert mood.

I blushed madly again as I understood that he showed those sides just to me. I face-palmed with my free hand.

Meeeeeee...why are you so stuuuuuuupid, I screamed in my thoughts.

After a while I heard a strange purring sound. Wondering where it came from I after a while noticed it was Ikuto.

I chuckled at it lightly as I saw that he probably was more cat than human. I felt the strange warm feeling appear in my stomach again.