1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

well here's another story that popped into my head. hope everyone likes it

and thank you to those who've read my other shugo chara stories, reviewed, and added them as their favorites. it really means a lot to me =^_^=

disclaimer: don't own shugo chara

the night was cool and the full moon shone down with stars sparkling against the sky. many people were at the park listening to the music that side bands played.

amu was walking through with her three charas floating besides her and dia's egg in her pouch. "everybody plays so good," ran said, waving her pom-poms, "i'm sure they'll make it into the music business." "yeah, desu." "hm. some will make it better than others though," miki said, looking around. "maybe."

they kept walking until they the sounds of the music and people faded as the path went further along.

while they were walking, they heard something close to where they were and away from the direction they came. "i wonder who is playing."

the three of them looked at amu and they followed to where the sound was coming from. they came to where some steps were and someone was playing at the top. it was a little too dark for me to see his face to clearly but they heard the sound of a violin.

"who is that, amu-chan?" "i don't know. but let's go see."

his back was turned to us and he seemed to really be into the song. as we quietly walked up, the melody became a little clearer. it was a sorrow melody but then it slowly turned to a

ighter tone but still held that lingering sadness.

when we finally made it to the top step i was finally able to see who was playing. the first thing that shone out was indigo hair that shone

ightly with the light from the moon. when he turned his head a little i saw his eyes. they shone a clear blue that seemed to drawn me in.

that's when i finally realized who he was: ikuto. on his case was yoru, sleeping.

when he looked back at me, he lowered his violin and asked with a smirk, "what are you up to, perverted kid?" blushing a little i said, "i heard someone playing and i wanted to see who it was. is that against the law or something?" "no," he answered putting his violin back under his chin, "but try not to sing." "and why should i listen to you?" "because you may

eak the string."

the three of them giggled at that and yoru opened one eye to see what was going on, and then closed it back.

before i could make a come-back, he started playing again but this time, the melody was more serine and created a calming atmosphere. i found myself swaying a little to the sounds and i was glad i wasn't at the edge of the steps otherwise i would have fallen down.

after what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes, the song ended. we looked at each other for a minute until he said, "you should take dance lessons."

i glared at his smirking face and answered, "what's with you? one minute you seem almost okay and the next you say stuff like that." he just looked at me and finally said, "maybe because it's fun to annoy you and it's funny to see you blush, like now."

unconsciously i felt my cheeks with my hands and noticed they were a little warmer.

when i looked back at him, he was putting his violin up. "you're done?" "yep." "but why don't you go play down there real quickly?" "because i don't want to," he said, getting.

he started walking away until i called out. "ikuto," he stopped, "why do you annoy me so much? and don't tell me that it's fun." "alright…" "are you going to answer?" "… i don't know…" "what kind of an answer is that?" "i don't know."

he started walking away again. "fine. go ahead and leave me alone." still walking he replies, "i believe it was you who started the conversation now wasn't it?"

i turned around and stomped back down the steps heading home.