Amu
"Alright guys and gals today you will be drawing a portrait of your loved one," I heard our art teacher say.
Ikuto
But I don't love him.
Yes you do.
No I do-
Well he doesn't love me.
" Would you care to repeat that Miss hinamori?"
That was my teacher's voice.
Oh. Shit.
I turned the other way, before I forced myself to say, "No thanks miss, I'd rather not,"
She scowled before telling us we had 50 minutes to finish the painting.
Everyone was staring at me now amazed at what I had just said.
I ignored them as usual.
I got out a paint brush and began to well... paint.
I remembered his shaggy, midnight blue hair and his enchanting purplely violet eyes, his dark purple pupils that only ever dance when I'm around him,
So I notice him a little
No big deal right?
the smirk that is always playing on his face around me, his constant teasing and that hidden side he's never shown to anyone but me.
Ring! Ring!
There was the bell.
I glanced at my drawing and gasped.
I'd never ever ever created a painting like this in my life.
Without the help of Miki that is.
"Nice job," She said before shouting, "Class dismissed!"
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FanfictionIt's been three years and Ikuto still hasn't returned from his journey looking for his father around the world and Amu realizes too late how she feels about Ikuto. However the, now, sixteen year old Amu has given up hope of Ikuto ever returning. Bu...
