A weird little that came to mind. It started by me wondering what it would be like if, at first, both Ikuto and Amu hated each other, then Amu falls for Ikuto instead of the other way around. So, if you don't want their relationship to take that kind of turn, I suggest you stop reading. Oh, and for now, his story will be rated T but I might feel perverted one day, and the story will change to M. Beware.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikuto , and, you know, all those other people.

I spread out the beautiful diamond necklace in my hands, "Oh Tadase- kun! I love it!" He smiles back, "A beautiful girl deserves beautiful things. Here, I'll put it on for you."

Those were pretty much the last few seconds of my fantasy life. A diamond necklace seal the love between Tadase and I. Three months later, when I turn 18, he would propose, and we would live happily ever after in his huge, soon- to- be- inherited Hotori estate. A beautiful mansion in the middle of a field of flowers.

It's funny how easily dreams like that die. Mine was body slammed then strangled by that stupid, arrogant, spoiled brat Ikuto. Oh, excuse me, the prince, Ikuto- sama. Prince Charming, by most girl's standards. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah...

Tadase slips the necklace around my neck and fastens the clasp. As he straightens, he kisses my cheek. I flush and grin, "Does it look okay?"

"Everything looks good on you."

I snort, "Yeah, right."

"Really! You-" His compliment is interrupted by my maid, "Amu- sama?"

I instinctively jump back from Tadase, "Um, yes? What is it?"

"Your mother is asking for you."

I sigh, "Please tell her I'm coming." The maid bows and backs out of the room. I turn to Tadase, "I'll be right back."

He smiles, "I'll be waiting." I stand up and make my way to mother's sitting room. I bow at the door, "Mother."

She waves inwardly at me, "Come in, come in. I have great news!" I doubt it. Her idea of 'great news' is almost always different from mine. I sit down on the seat next to hers, "What is it, mother?"

"Well," She takes one of my hands in hers, "what if I were to tell you that your father has succeeded in signing a marriage contract between you and Prince Ikuto?"

I blanch, "Ikuto Tsukiyomi?" The one with the big, auspicious, soon- to- be- inherited castle sitting on a hill of flowers?

"Now don't look that way." my mother scrutinizes me, "Do you know how many girls would kill just to get near the prince?"

"Yes mother, a lot. But I don't!"

She huffs in frustration, "It's too late to back out Amu." She doesn't seem to remember that I wasn't the one who wanted to marry Ikuto. "But mother, what about Tadase? He says he will propose to me on my 18th birthday!"

"Oh, Tadase," mother waves her hand dismissively, "he's a nice boy I suppose. But a Duke's son could never even think to compete with a prince."

"But mother, I love-"

"Amu!" mother bites me off sharply, "Never say you love that boy again, understand? From now on, you love Ikuto- sama, whether you like it or not." She leans back in her chair warily, "You are dismissed." I get up forlornly and walk back to my room.

Tadase looks up and smiles when I step through the doorway to my room. My heart sinks even lower. His smile disappears when he sees my despondent face, "What's wrong Amu- chan?"

"I- I.." I burst into tears.

"Amu- chan! Are you alright? What did your mother say?"

"She- she said," I'm hiccupping and sobbing uncontrollably, "I- I have t-to marry the prince!" Tadase in taken aback, "What! Tsukiyomi Ikuto- sama?"

"Yeah." He just sits and blinks for a few minutes, "Well... well that's good, I suppose. I heard that the prince is a very kind and handsome man."

"Oh Tadase!" I throw myself into his arms.

I am scared and hating life as I walk into the throne room with my mother and father. His Highness, Tsukiyomi Aruto, is sitting on the throne facing us. A tall, lean, blue haired boy stands a few yards from the throne, facing the king.

My mother, father, and I sink to our knees, "Your Highness, Tsukiyomi- sama."

He lifts a hand, "Rise." I lift my skirts as I stand. Mother had insisted that I wear my best dress. It's lacy and made of hand dyed red silk.

The King changes his gaze to the blue haired boy, "Ikuto." The boy heaves a sigh and turns around to face us.

I can't help but admire the splendid gorgeousness in front of me. His silky blue hair falls gently over his deep, soulful, blue eyes. I can see his muscles even through his shirt. (It was a tight shirt though, so it wasn't as impressive as I'm saying... Oh, who am I fooling, it was impressive, very impressive.) All that was missing was a smile that would brighten his chiseled features and make his eyes dance. Instead, he was studying me disdainfully, as if I was a drooling little three year old he had been forced into babysitting. And FYI, to all you skeptics out there: I know from experience that I am not even close to a three year old. Chew on that.

So the prince is staring at me, and to add to the condescension on his face, he says, "This is the beautiful Lady Amu everyone talks about?" he snorts, "What a joke." I feel both my parents stiffen beside me. Good. Let them feel sorry for what they had gotten me into.

Artuto doesn't look too happy either, "Ikuto, that is not appropriate." Really? That's the best rebuttal you can think of? I would've settled for 'Ikuto, Amu here is a beautiful girl, and you are lucky to have her.'

Ikuto rolls his eyes, "Sorry." he says in an exaggerated voice. Then, for a minute, his eyes meet mine. Electricity flashes between us, and I feel myself blush, I duck my head and he looks to the side too. The warm bubbly feeling disappears as quickly as it was aroused.

"Amu," I jerk my head up towards the deep melodic voice, it's Ikuto, "would you like to take a walk with me?"

"Um..." What do I say? "Yeah... er, yes, Ikuto- sama." His mouth quirks up into a smirk as he extends his hand, I take it, turning even redder when I feel how warm, soft and comfortable it felt. He doesn't seem to notice the pull drawing me closer to him as we walk.

He lets go of my hand as soon as we are out into the garden. I glance at him curiously, but he is facing away from me. Suddenly, he voice sounds, clear and firm, "Let's get something straight." he turns around and looks straight into my eyes, obviously, he has been more than his fair share of intense confrontations. "You don't like me, and I don't like you. Right?" He pauses, waiting for an answer. The first thing that came to my mind and popped out of my mouth was, "You don't like me?"

At first, he looks as shocked as I felt, then, slowly, he switches to increasing amused chuckles. "And here I thought you would be different. But you're just another annoying little kid thinking you can charm the prince. How typical." He shakes his head. I think I detect a bit of something other than amusement bit the intuition is quickly overshadowed by anger.

"No! I don't even know why I said that, I love someone else already. So don't even try to get me to fall in love with you!" My little rant only brings on more chuckles.

"Another love huh? Well how convenient for me." He has slowed down to only a grin, "Then our marriage will be purely political."

I can't think of anything else to add so I nod like an idiot. His grin widens, "It's a deal then." He reaches over to take my hand again, he raises it to his lips and kisses the back of my hand gently. He lifts his head an inch to peer at me. I'm red as a tomato, possibly even redder. And I must have had a pretty love sick expression on too, because he chuckles again, "You aren't very loyal to your other love, are you?"