It's been….o.o…almost…a year. *hides in a hole* I have an excuse! …and I just forgot it. -.- Anywho, please don't kill me. My writing has gotten better since this horrid thing began so be grateful you don't have to be read crap! Which is your fault for clicking on this in the first place anyways. x)p My writing still sucks but it's a tad bit better now I hope. Also, I no longer use this account! This account has been given to my two younger sisters and therefore I no longer write for it anymore! If you'd like to contact me please search for CanalaveCoast. I'll have some SC stuff up as soon as I can there. If you have any story or short scene ideas feel free to PM them to me and I'll do them as quickly as I can. I often take months to come up with a good idea so the more you send, the more you get. This is the last chapter to resolve things here. Thanks for reading~

The snow fell quietly that night as Amu entered her room and shut the door. It had been the most stressful day she'd had to endure since the pink haired girl could last remember. Who knew that Ikuto could be such a vexation to such an extent especially when bored! Amu could never have guessed as much. He'd forced her to take control of every ounce of willpower the small frame of a sixth grader could hold in order to keep herself from firstly, dying, and secondly inflicting physical pain that would undoubtedly hurt her rather than the intended target.

In between the constant arguments, awkward situations and generally perverted circumstances that Ikuto often managed to create though, there had been a few moments of calm in which Amu had learned a thing or two about the obnoxious neko. For example, his favourite colour was navy blue. In addition, Amu had also had a few, very few, moments in which she almost enjoyed Ikuto's company. But then something would happen to make her regret ever meeting him at all.

So it was now with an exhausted sigh that the girl collapsed on her bed headfirst into the sheets and lay unmoving for a good five minutes. Her parents and Ami had yet to return from the theatre but when she'd come up, Amu had been definite to make clear that Ikuto neither follow nor stick around much longer. She was almost certain he'd gone by now and with a soft groan, flipped over with her eyes shut to let out a sigh. The scent of catnip still stung sharply in her nose from the full day of being around an individual that had the smell constantly following him. That and the feeling of fur often brushing over some part of her were things that often stuck with Amu for a little while after being around Ikuto. It was now that those feeling of fur being brushed over her face returned and Amu unconsciously batted away the tail that she knew wasn't there.

The three charas that where her personality could-be's had come up long ago and now lay nestled quietly in their eggs by Amu's dresser as a clock ticked the seconds away one by one. A frigid wind blew in through Amu's open balcony door and the girl momentarily shivered. The sudden wonder of how long she'd left that open crossed the pink haired girl's mind and she opened her eyes to gaze at the ceiling. Coming to her feet slowly, Amu walked over to her door and stepped outside. It was a beautifully calm night. Snow fell silently from the heavens and came to rest gently on the rooftops, balconies, railings, streetlights and finally the ground. It was a magnificent sight as her whole block seemed blanketed in a white glow. Placing one hand on the railing, Amu smiled and gazed over the scene.

"Amused?" a voice asked. Amu's face contorted to one of annoyance and she twitched whilst sweat dropping. He still wasn't gone?

"Why don't you go home already?!" the pink haired girl exclaimed turning and taking a step foreword to the space where she thought Ikuto was perched. "Oh~?" Eyebrows raising, Amu cocked her head to the side as a deserted balcony faced her. There was nothing there. Had she imagined the voice after a full day spent around the annoyance that was its owner? There was more than a possibility that it might be so. Letting her shoulders drop from the tense position she'd raised them to when exclaiming, the girl turned again to gaze over her railing and let out a shriek. The ghost of the spirit that resided within her seemed to leave Amu as the young sixth grader leapt back.

"I was just on my way out," the voice responded. Tsukiyomi Ikuto gazed with a mischievous glint in his bright eyes at the girl he'd pestered all day. Having perched himself on her railing, the boy now crouched before her seemed about to leap off and disappear any moment.

"G-Good!" Amu retorted still shocked and with a comical face of distorted anger. With half a smirk, Ikuto bowed his head and nodded. Amu twitched and waited for him to vanish.

"But I wanted to thank you for that last bag of catnip I found under your bed." Ikuto continued. Amu raised a confused eyebrow and sweat dropped again. Grunting in acknowledgement, the girl crossed her arms and again waited for the boy to disappear. As he continued to casually procrastinate his departure, Amu finally moved her hands in a shooing motion.

"Well you can go now. You've accomplished what you came for." she said continuing to shoo him. Ikuto gave a lopsided smile and turned his previously fixed gaze away from her face. Closing his eyes, the boy bowed his head.

"Yeah, I guess I can." he muttered quietly. "Arigato, Amu-chan."

And with those last utterances barely audible to the girl, Ikuto vanished into the snowy night. Amu gave a small 'hmph' of approval and turned to enter her room once more. As the balcony door slid closed with a pop, the girl turned to ready herself for bed. Completely unaware of the relief Amu had given Ikuto from his depression and much more, the girl would never come to senses with the impact she had on the teen's life. She might think relieving Ikuto of his depression was the only thing she'd managed to accomplish over the past few weeks but in truth, much more had been achieved. In a sense, it might be best, seeing as her obliviousness kept them both on their toes but the day Amu finally steps out of her denial will truly be one to witness. Seeing as that is not to happen in this scene, this day or this time we must be content with the snow that falls gently outside and revel in the idea that it reflects a clear mirrored image of the way these two have taken a sure step foreword.