Dare Me To Dream

Shugo Chara

I want to thank those again who took the time to read this story, chapter two.

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Amu, an ordinary girl with no special talent trying to fit in. Ikuto, a boy with an extraordinary gift striving to break out. One trying to belong and the other striving to break away, Can these two find their true selves within one another?

Chapter Three

Two Wishes. One with Them, Another Desiring Her

"Are you alright, my boy?" Ikuto looked up from his sheets of music at young man with a certain look. Something seemed very odd about him, with his fancy professional haircut swayed to one side, and the most innocent expression Ikuto had ever seen on an adult. He had blonde hair, the shade you'd expect to find on a child's drawings of the sun, and thick red eyes that seemed rather unfocused, but Ikuto was never one to assume so quickly.

The man wore a long trench coat and with an easy toss of the shoulder, adjusted his bag filled with posters and items Ikuto could imagine belonged to an older college student. The man overlooked the papers in the teen's grasp, as Ikuto quickly shuffled them away.

"So, you're a violin player, huh?" He questioned the boy further, as Ikuto simply began gathering his stuff. The man didn't seem upset at his ongoing silence, but instead had a one sided conversation with the blue haired teen. "It's a marvelous instrument. I had even attended a recital of this great man years ago. Most amazing thing I'd ever heard, it's a shame I didn't write down his name though."

Ikuto was rather annoyed now, and tried to finish up as quickly as he could. Placing the music sheets into the case, he swung it over his shoulder and made an attempt to pace away. The man seemed persistent when Ikuto was just about ready to leave.

"He very well reminded me of you." This made Ikuto stop for a moment, before turning to narrow his eyes at the man. He couldn't have known such a thing, could he? Ikuto almost felt like knocking the silly smile of his off his face, but thought better. When the man could see he grabbed the kid's attention, his smile widened. Ikuto raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you?" The teen demanded, a strange cross between annoyance and curiosity building within him. The man laughed at the boy's suspicion, much to Ikuto's irritable mood.

"Why, I'm nothing more than a humble stranger to you," he stated, and Ikuto wasn't sure whether he was being honest or not. The man continued. "But there are things that I know about you, Ikuto."

That was the last straw for the young violinist. Ikuto turned on his heel, intending to leave this man for good this time. He could hear the man's light laughter from behind.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" He asked, though Ikuto didn't take this as a threat. He continued on his stride, not sure where he was going anymore.

Amu's stomach clenched as she walked through the halls of Seiyo Academy. It must have been obvious –though Amu often blamed her boots- that she was one of the new students. Having left the schedule in her bag made no difference from the curious stares she acquired.

Sighing, Amu reluctantly took out her daily class list. She had gone through her first period, which had been the class she despised the most; gym. Luckily, there was no changing required and the class simply sat in the giant gym as the teacher explained rules and such.

Having taken English as her foreign language last year, Amu now attended the foreign language room located on the second floor. There weren't any kids she recognized from first period, as far as she could tell, and Amu wasn't quite sure if she was thankful for this or not. Knowing her poor athletic skills, she decided to be thankful for this and took a seat near the back.

After the room was full, a teacher with pale skin and bright blonde hair strutted into the class. Everyone stared at her in awe, her blonde hair standing out as foreigner, and Amu was glad she wasn't the only outcast in the class. She smiled bright white teeth and began to speak.

"Hello, class." Everyone murmured a loud hello back in English.

"How are you feeling today?" There were some simple answers back to the teacher who nodded appropriately. One kid seemed to stand out from all the rest when he raised a hand.

"Mrs. Sheldon, I was wondering what topic we would be studying this year. The sheet from last year didn't go into great detail." No one seemed amazed as this guy spoke what sounded like perfect English back to the teacher. Amu only received part of the words, picking up her name, the word study and year. Everything else was a big blur. Mrs. Sheldon nodded.

"Of course. I would expect your English to be precise, Kiari." She looked at everyone else now, returning to Japanese. "Last year we had gone over greetings and writing basic sentences. This year I will be introducing you to more complex topics such as weather and literature."

Most of the class consisted of the Mrs. Sheldon speaking more English and the boy named Kiari asking several questions. When the period came to an end, she let the class pair up.

Amu looked around, finding myself alone and isolated once again. She could see Mrs. Sheldon staring at her, hoping she would find a person to speak to. Amu searched for someone before Mrs. Sheldon had a chance to snag her.

The only person left was Kiari, who sat alone in the front reading the English textbooks they had received. Amu hurriedly took the open seat beside him, watching as he studied her from under oval shaped glasses.

He overlooked Amu in such a way she felt she had made a bad decision. Kiari didn't seem to be the sort of guy that spoke much, and being the new student gave her no advantage. Amu sighed, looking down at her own bag, before trying.

"So, how long have you been-"

"English, please." That much Amu could understand. She tried to think of the easiest words she remembered from last year.

"Las year…you a school?" She smiled, proud she had managed that much. He cupped his chin in his right hand, staring at her with his lips parted, bored expression unfazed.

"Your sentence structure is poor, you left out several words, and your pronunciation is off." Amu stared at him in wonder, wishing she knew what he had just told her. It didn't seem very good by the blank look on his face; then again, that seemed to be the only look he possessed.

Amu looked down at her hands in defeat. That was it. She was never going to fit into a place like Seiyo High, much less actually find a human being here who she could even relate to. Everyone at the Academy seemed to be rather lost in their own worlds and talent, so far Amu felt she could never reach them. Again, she wondered why she was here, and if accepting their invitation was the right decision.

The bell rang and everyone stood up, before the room was suddenly empty. Amu was the last one inside, taking her time in gathering her things. Mrs. Sheldon smiled at her.

"Did you have fun?" Amu smiled, glad there was something she could actually understand. She nodded, though Amu knew this was far from the truth.

"Tons," she replied in her native language, before leaving as well.

Seiyo Academy was a well respective Private school, so Ikuto knew simply walking through the front gates would surely get him noticed by the security cameras. He wasn't stupid, he had known about them since his very first day. As a child, he'd stare up at them and wonder why –if everyone in the school was so good- they needed them. It wasn't until later that Ikuto learned the reality's of the world, along with how to sneak past them.

There happened to be a blind spot, just at the corner of the north and west wall. It was always the place Ikuto went to when he crept back into the place. An area outside the school that cameras couldn't turn at and people were sure not to notice. Just like any other day, Ikuto swiftly made it past the surveillance, ducking and stopping at the appropriate spots, before making his move. He used the school memorial to climb, before bringing himself on top of the wall. There, he jumped down however many feet the brick wall possessed and landed between the dirt flower beds and replanted grass.

But Ikuto wasn't alone, unlike how he usually found himself. Instead, there seemed to be a girl, standing before the fountain in clear daylight. It wasn't passing period, that much Ikuto was sure of, and the girl stood in a spot where she'd surely be reported. She must have been new, not knowing about the security, but this didn't draw in Ikuto's attention. What did was the fact that she actually did leave in the middle of class to sneak out on campus, stupid or not, considering anyone else at Seiyo High refused to ruin their precious reputation. Ikuto looked down upon those kids.

But now, lost in curiosity and interest, he watched what this new girl would do. She seemed different enough, her cotton candy hair color enough of a fashion statement to scream, "I don't fit in" and the pink combat boots did, if not yelled, called for a declaration of individuality. Ikuto could only see her back, wondering if this chick had dark eye liner or a piercing to add to her obvious rebel look. He wouldn't be surprised if she did.

But the girl didn't turn to face his way, not giving Ikuto the satisfaction of knowing, and simply looked down into the fountain's water. She stared down into it, as if she were looking for something she had dropped. For a moment, Ikuto thought she had, before she pulled out a penny and held it in both hands.

Ikuto was amazed to see such a thing. No one wished upon Seiyo Academy's school fountain. Such a thing was unheard of. All the bratty kids here didn't believe in making useless wishes, explaining it was a waste of time and money. They already felt they were gifted and blessed, so full of themselves they never dreamed of making a wish for luck.

But here was this girl, standing during school hours before the unwished on fountain, preparing to make a wish herself. Whether she knew it or not, she was going to make the most daring statement she could at Seiyo High. She finally dropped the coin.

The girl sighed, and Ikuto couldn't help, but wonder. Wonder who she was, what she was doing in a place like Seiyo High, but he mostly wondered what she had wished for. He didn't often take to interest in anything, except his violin of course, so Ikuto wasn't quite sure how to approach something like this.

He tried shaking the thought, in fear of what he was planning. There was no stopping him if he took interest in something. Ikuto just had that character when he was determined to find what he wanted. Nothing could keep him from wanting if he allowed himself to.

Ikuto tried to forget everything he had just seen, moving toward the west side of the building. If he could bypass her without her noticing, everything would return to normal. He would be back inside the academy he loathed, to the family he wanted to be away from, and rules of such he didn't believe in. The teen suddenly frowned, wondering if this really was the only way to go.

There wasn't any time to think though, because Ikuto suddenly snapped something beneath his foot, and the girl turned.

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