Mystery Games.

Chapter 13: Answers (P1) Kidnapped.

ThatDarnNinja: I know, I know…I don't deserve to say anything. I've been gone a reallllllllllly long time. *Sad face*

Buuuuuuuut! I promise these next few chapters, parts 1, 2, 3, annnd 4 will really make it up to you! So…forgive me?! :D

Well, finally getting part 1 of "Answers" up.

"Kidnapped."

And I hope you all enjoy it, and in case you, (Like me) have already forgotten what half this story is about, please take this time to reread Mystery Games while I work on part two. ( And without my writing computer at hand that is a bit difficult) But I do promise it will be up soon..ish.

SO ENJOY! :D

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Chapter Thirteen: Answers. (PART 1)

Kidnapped.

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} FLASH BACK |Ikuto's POV| {

I came back from the bathroom down the hall with a wet washcloth, just in time to see Amu placing her dirty pj's in the laundry hamper. I stood in the shadows just behind the door frame feeling reluctant to reenter my loves bed room with her acting so strangely and decided to just take a minute and watch her for a while as she gave a glance over her shoulder towards the desk.

"Ikuto…"

I heard my name come from the faintest whisper that Amu could seem to manage before placing her hands over her face and dropping to her knees.

-AMU!-

} END FLASH BACK {

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"AMU!" I yelled, dropping the wet cloth and hurrying to Amu's side whilst scanning the room, ready to fight off anyone or anything that might be hiding in there. After looking over everything twice, however, I could see nothing out of place and I turned my gaze upon Amu who met my eyes with her frighten golden ones.

"Amu, are you alright?" I asked, feeling shameful for causing Amu to look so afraid without having good reason.

"F—fine." She mumbled, fixing her eyes on the floor and pushing me off her slightly. "You just startled me is all…"

"I'm sorry." I said a bit coldly. I had forgotten all about her seeming to not want me around when I thought she might be hurt, but now I remembered I had come to clean up the mess and that was it. "I'll just…" I walked over to the washcloth by the foot of the doorway, stretching my hand out towards it when Amu's voice sounded behind me.

"Never mind, I'll do it myself."

I picked up the cloth, turned to look at Amu, and suppressing the urge to hug her and make some perverted joke or action to ease the tense moment as I handed her the dampened cloth and muttered on my out of her bedroom, "Well, good night then."

I waited until I had tightly closed my own bedroom door before I felt safe enough to pull the book out from underneath my shirt and place it on my bed. Amu had still been avoiding eye contact with me when I was on my way out so it wasn't very hard to grab the diary that Amu had placed so nicely on her open desk, the little diary that seemed to be the 'cause of Amu's weird behavior.

I turned on my favorite reading light and began flipping through the book, searching for anything out of place.

Every now and then I'd hear Amu make her way to the bathroom to rinse out the rag and then return to her room, but apart from that, no noise sounded from the rest of the house.