Alright! Here we go, this is my first Amuto story, so please be kind. I really hope you guys enjoy it, please review!

Obviously, I don't own Shugo Chara, or Princess Bride for that matter.

Chapter 1: Her world turned Upside Down.

Ikuto slowly came awake with a yawn and stretched. He blinked…what was Amu doing in his bed??? Not that he didn't want her there, it just wasn't exactly her thing. He looked around in his confusion. Wait a minute….this wasn't his room? Where was he? He was about to get concerned but didn't have time, Amu was waking up. Her bronze eyes fluttered open for a second and landed on his blue ones and shot open as she jumped upright "You Pervert what are you doing in MY be-" her screaming was cut off as he covered her mouth and pulled her down.

"Just calm down Amu…" he told her quietly, "This isn't my doing."

A muffled, "What?" came through his hand.

She finally stopped struggling however and he released her, "What do you mean?" she asked worriedly.

He shrugged, "I don't know, I just woke up too. I have no idea what's going on."

"So…this isn't your room?" she asked looking around.

They were sitting on a large white fluffy bed which took up most of the space in the room. In the corner was the closet and to their left an antique dresser with matching mirror and all over the walls were posters promoting different…plays? She took a closer look, yes they were all for different plays. She read the list of titles, Snow White, Swan Princess, Pride and Prejudice, Midsummer Night's Dream, 3 Musketeers, Peter Pan…. The list went on and on.

"Does this look like my room?" Ikuto asked breaking through her thoughts.

"Well…no." she admitted.

He smirked, "Although…we are all alone in here," he told her suggestively as he leaned closer to her.

She cringed and backed up, "I-Ikuto…w, what are you talking about?"

He got closer and closer to her and she squeezed her eyes shut when suddenly…

He bonked her on the head and laughed ruffling her hair and pulling back. "Don't tell me you thought I was actually going to kiss you or something kid."

She gulped and shook her head breathing out a sigh of relief, "N,n, no. Not at all!"

He chuckled again, then turned serious, "Anyway…we need to figure out what's going on here. How we got here, where here is, and more importantly how to get out of here."

Suddenly the door burst open, and a kind looking lady in about her forties stood in the doorway with rosy cheeks and a round gut. She was the epitome of motherliness. "Time to get up you two!" she told them in a pleasant once again, motherly tone.

Amu and Ikuto looked at each other and blinked with confusion.

"Come on now!" she told them marching into the room. She grabbed Ikuto by the arm, and pulled him from the bed, "Let's go Westley, I'm not letting you miss your que again!"

Ikuto's eyes widened and he looked at Amu as he was drug from the room, Westley???? He wondered.

Amu sat on the bed for a few minutes staring at the door that Ikuto had just disappeared through in complete bewilderment. She didn't know what to do, she was alone now. She looked around, where were her charas when she needed them? Last she checked they were at home, asleep in their eggs. She sighed they were probably still there, which meant she was on her own. Suddenly the woman came in again, "You too little missy! You've got to get to work as well."

"Wha?!" as the woman grabbed her and she fell off the bed.

She rubbed her head carefully and stood slowly. The woman reached out a hand and helped her up. "Oh I'm sorry darling, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay?"

She nodded, "Yeah…I think so."

"Good, now come on, you've got to get going, they've already started."

She pulled the pink-haired youth from the room, "Uh…excuse me…" Amu said as she was dragged along, "but…who are you?"

The woman stopped a moment and looked at Amu with concern in her eyes then suddenly burst out laughing. Amu stared as the woman laughed to the point of tears and held her stomach.

Whats so funny???? She thought to herself.

Eventually the woman stopped and drew in a few quick breathes she put a hand on Amu's shoulder and spoke "That's a good one hun, you had me worried for a minute." She shook her head, "You've been watching too many of those plays, you're starting to get good at acting. Even so it wasn't nice, you had me thinking you lost your memory or something after you hit your head back there. Now go on, get, Ryan's waiting for you back stage, poor lad can't do it all by himself you know." She shoved Amu towards a door at the end of the hallway. She glanced back at the woman who was disappearing around the corner and shook her head, she was just plain crazy. But there was nothing to do be done about it she sighed and looked at the door in front of her. I wonder who Ryan is…. She thought. "Well…" she said out loud, "I guess there's only one way to find out." She pulled the door open only to be met with the black curtains of a theatre's stage. She could hear the sound of different voices coming through the curtains as she walked along the back of the stage.

"You are ready then?" came one voice

"Whether I am or not, you've been more than fair," came a second voice. Amu strained to hear better, the voice sounded familiar.

"You seem a decent fellow, I hate to kill you."

"You seem a decent fellow, I hate to die."

She paused about halfway across was that…Ikuto's voice she was hearing? She pried the curtains aside and carefully peeked out. Sure enough there was Ikuto standing on stage a fake sword in hand and another man standing a little ways away from him also holding a pretend sword. Her eyes widened as she watched a duel unfold between them. She started thinking about their current situation. Apparently they were in a theatre of sorts and Ikuto had somehow been mistaken for an actor…but how? And what about her? What was she doing here? There were still so many questions, so much she didn't know.

Suddenly someone grabbed hold of the back of her shirt and jerked her backwards.

"What the?!" she cried in alarm and spun around faster than lightning. She found herself staring at a sixteen year old boy. He had short jet black hair and emerald green eyes that's sparkled and shone with happiness. He was dressed a pair of dark jeans and tight long-sleeved white shirt which went well with his tanned skin.

"What are you doing pipsqueak?" he asked her, "You know how much trouble you'll be in if the director catches you peeking."

"I, uh, I…what are you talking about?"

He sighed and shook his head, "Never mind, just come on," he took her hand in his and tugged her along with him, the curtain rippling ever so slightly as they walked along. At last they reached the other side of the stage where the prop table was. He pushed some props aside, ruining the painstaking effort of however had carefully labeled the places for each prop and sat on the table watched the practice from there. Amu studied the various props for a few moments which ranged from hidden daggers, eyeglasses, and goblets, to gloves, and wigs of all shapes and colors. She soon grew bored with the props however and new not what to do so she moved to the boys side and stood watching the performance; though for the most part she only focused on Ikuto. She found it intriguing that despite being suddenly thrust into his role as Westley he was actually playing the part surprisingly well. Who would've thought the cat-thief could act? Certainly not her. However, watching him there, she saw something in the him that seemed familiar. There was something in his eyes, in his manner, that she knew she had seen before. Visions of the night she had stumbled upon him playing his violin in the park flashed through her memory and she knew that was it. For him, acting was much the same as playing violin, he connected with it in a meaningful way. She could see it in the peace and comfort that he exuberated as he moved about the stage, it fit him well, and his eyes, they held the same glimmer of melancholy as they had when he played the beautiful but sad song. Watching him act was just like listening to him play, it was a thing of great beauty laced with sadness. She frowned and her face fell, why must life be that way? Why must the things meant to bring only happiness and joy to someone be tainted by sorrow? She wondered if there was anything at all in Ikuto's tragic world that was purely good, that brought joy without the shadow of pain or sadness. She doubted it. He loved to play the violin, it was the most precious thing to him, and yet even that had been invaded by sadness. Her fist clenched suddenly. Its not right. She thought to herself. It shouldn't be that way. Sure Ikuto could be annoying and get on her nerves at times, and but everyone gets on someone's nerves eventually. And yes, he worked for Easter, but it wasn't his choice. His fate had been chosen for him long before he was able to make the choice for himself, it just wasn't fair, no one deserved that, not even a pervert like looked up and stared at hard at him. Ikuto…I want…I want you to be happy, truly happy. I want to help you to find that something, that is good and wonderful and cannot be touched by pain, or tragedy or anything else. We all need something that can help us through our darkest times, and brings a smile to our faces in the midst of tears and heartbreak. You deserve it more than anything else Ikuto, so I'm going to help you find it, no matter what.

She closed her eyes and was silent for a moment and took a deep breathe and exhaled before slowly opening them. She was glad she had decided to help him.

"Hey Rosie, you feeling okay? You've been kinda quite. Ryan asked her suddenly.

"Huh? OH...yeah…I'm fine"

"You sure?"

She nodded.

"Okay….well, it's almost the end of the Second Act, do you wanna get some food and head up to the loft?"

The loft??? She wondered, "Um, thanks for the offer, but actually I have something I need to do during break…thanks though."

His face fell and she felt bad for disappointing the boy. Why did he want to eat with her anyway? He must have mistaken her for one of his friends, just like Ikuto had been mistaken as an actor. Regardless of how bad she felt however she needed to sit down and talk with Ikuto about their situation. She wondered how long they would have to talk.

"Hey Ryan?" she started.

He looked up, "Yeah?"

"How long of a break do we have today? I remember them telling me but I forgot already."

He shook his head, "You're always so forgetful, I hope you don't forget tomorrow. We have forty minutes to eat and do whatever else, but we can't leave the theatre."

Tomorrow? She thought. What's going on tomorrow? She didn't follow through however. "Alright thanks, now that you say it I remember them telling us that."

He rolled his eyes, "Rosie, that's what you always say when I tell you."

She shrugged and gave an innocent smile.

"Yo, Amu."

She looked to her left as she heard Ikuto call to her. Apparently the second act was over and Ikuto was no longer needed on stage. He had slipped through the curtains straight away without bothering to change back to his normal clothes. As a result he still had on the rather sexy black long flowy shirt that just happened to have a very wide V-neck which exposed the majority of his chest. Amu gaped for a moment then instantly chided herself. What are you thinking?! Its Tadese you like remember! Think of your prince!!!! Right right…but still…I didn't realize how muscular he was…or how great his hair looks wet. AMU! She shook her head forcing the thoughts away.

"Amu?" Ryan asked, "Oh…right must be stage name for the play you two are working on. Right?"

Amu gulped and nodded hurriedly. "Yep! You're right."

Ikuto slowly made his way over. "Anyhow, if you don't mind we've got something important we need to discuss

"Uh…right." Ryan said slowly, "See you later Rosie."

She nodded and waved before walking off with Ikuto. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against him taking comfort in once again being with someone she knew.

"Awww, Amu don't tell me you actually missed me?"

"WHAAA?" she pulled away immediately, "As if!"

He rolled his eyes and was about to respond when suddenly he was approached by a rather muscular looking blonde man who held a book in hand, "Hey, Jake how's it going?"

"Good, how bout you?" Ikuto responded naturally."

He shrugged, "Alright, you wanna run some lines together?" he asked.

Amu realized the book was actually a script.

Ikuto seemed regretful, "Ah…sorry but I've got some business to take care of actually…"

"Oh, well okay then."

"Maybe later k?"

"K, sounds good."

With that Amu and Ikuto hurried the rest of the way to the bedroom they had woken up in earlier that morning. Ikuto locked the door behind them as Amu collapsed onto the bed. She hurriedly sat up however and turned serious. "Okay, so let's go over what we've figured out so far." She said he nodded silently.

"First off, we woke up in this theatre with no recollection of how we got here."

He nodded, "Then this lady, do you know her name?" she paused.

He thought a moment, "Uh I think I heard something like Mrs. Walker."

"K, so Mrs. Walker barges in and has you act as Westley from Princess Bride, and me as a stagehand backstage," she continued and once again he nodded.

"So…somehow everyone here has mistaken you for an actor and me for a stagehand. But we still don't know why, how we got here, or even where here is."

"Why not head outside and find out?"

"We can't, Ryan says we can't leave the theatre during breaks."

He frowned. "Well then I guess there's nothing we can do for now."

She sighed, "Your right, until we figure things out we're just going to have to keep pretending everything's normal, and go along with whatever else everyone says."

He shrugged, "Seems easy enough."

"For you maybe, I saw you, you're amazing at acting. Me…not so much."

"Just don't think so much about it, just use that 'cool and spicy character' and it'll be fine"

She shrugged "I hope so." She sighed, this was crazy, one night she was living happily in her perfect little world and the next it had been turned completely upside down. She had gone from a school girl to a stagehand working in a theatre and with Ikuto of all people. Why couldn't it have been Tadese-kun?

Oh well… she told herself. Nothing can be done about it now. Besides, I've never really been in a real theatre like this before, it could be fun. And maybe…just maybe I can help Ikuto find that one thing that'll make him happy.