ME: Ok, yeah, my first shugo chara fic.... yay...
IKUTO: do i get to be pervy?
ME: Like i could stop you... now get on with the disclaimer!!!!!
IKUTO: *laughs* TwinSwords does not own Shugo Chara! or any related characters, plots, or names. She just wishes she did.
ME: Yeah, i do wish! Now, on to the story!!!!!! if i don't get at least five reviews, i'm not continuing the story!!!!!! RAHR!!!!!!
IKUTO: she's scary...
ME: *angry face* GRAAAAAAWR!!!!!!!! oh, yeah, pairings.... IkutoxOC, and a little Amuto, but mostly in Ikuto's dreams and in the beginning (I couldn't resist my inner Amuto fan) btw, the only reason this isn't amuto is because i wanted to see how Ikuto would respond to someone just as pervy and crazy as he is... yup...
IKUTO: there's other perverts?
ME: Yup.
AMU: Oh, god....
IKUTO: hey, Amu!
ME: I'm gonna turn off the AN and let you get on with the story, for those of you who were nice enough to actually read this insane crap.
Chapter One: Blood Loss
"Ikuto?" Hinamori Amu glanced over at her boyfriend and smiled. Boyfriend… yes, she liked that word. Despite Ikuto's pervy-ness and teasing, she really did love him. Boyfriend suited him perfectly. Her heart skipped a beat as he returned her loving gaze; of course, there was still some of his teasing deep in his midnight-blue eyes. He wouldn't be Tsukiyomi Ikuto without it.
"What, Amu?" He laid the stress on her name just to annoy her, she knew it. She tried hard not to respond, but failed.
"Don't call me that," she grumbled at him, once again falling into her "cool and spicy" attitude. Just to be safe. Unfortunately, it only served to amuse him further.
"Oh, but I'm having far too much fun, Amu." He took one hand off the wheel to lazily stroke the side of her face. She slapped it away irritably. His teasing smirk returned. "You know you enjoy it."
"Do not." Amu crossed her arms across her chest and glared out the passenger window. She heard Ikuto chuckle and barely managed to repress another growl. After a long moment, she decided to finish her original thought. "I had a good time tonight." She winced, waiting for his teasing response. She turned to look at him, amazed to see he was looking completely serious.
"Me, too." They exchanged a smile then Ikuto turned his eyes back to the road.
Silence reigned for a little while then, "Ikuto?"
"What?"
"Do you love me?" She was astonished at herself. She'd never ask something like that. Unless… She snuck a look in the back; her Charas, Ran, Miki, and Su, and Ikuto's Chara Yoru were still passed out. They'd had just as much fun as she had, it seemed.
Ikuto smirked. He hadn't missed the furtive glance at the Charas. Then she looked back at him, and he realized she was waiting for an answer. He didn't have to think. "Yes."
She touched his hand, which lay on the seat between them and whispered, "I love you, too." Ikuto took his eyes off the road and stared her full in the face.
Headlights filled the scene with harsh brightness. Amu's head whipped around to the windshield. She screamed. Ikuto did the same, minus the screaming. His breath locked as the scene flashed before him with garish detail.
A car was heading straight for them, and there was no time to swerve and avoid it. Right before the car slammed into them, he found his voice. "I love you, Amu!" She just looked at him with tears in her brilliant gold eyes.
The car hit them at sixty-five miles an hour; everything went bright red as Ikuto shut his eyes. Seconds later, the pain hit and then everything went mercifully black.
Kazumi snarled. She'd really wanted to turn this job down. Really wanted. But her little sister, Yui, had another doctor's appointment tomorrow and she had to pay for it somehow. So she'd had to take the job. Besides, the leader of her gang, the Black Wolves, would have been seriously pissed if she hadn't. He wasn't someone she wanted angry at her. She had the feeling he could be worse than her father when he was.
So now, she was on her way into another gang's territory. She pulled her black trench coat closer around her slim, rapier-like frame. Under the coat, her hands checked over her weaponry: small handgun set, switchblade, six-inch-long hunting knife. She could use all of them with deadly precision, but she hated to. If she had to fight, she preferred her own fists. It seemed more honorable that way.
Some time passed as Kazumi slipped from scanty cover to scantier cover. She was nearing the center of this gang's territory, slightly surprised no one had stopped her yet… "Scratch that," she muttered to herself, "there they are."
A group of guys, at least five of them, blocked the way to the gang's hideout. "Crap. Guess I'll be talking to the thugs first." She sauntered over to the group. "Greetings, gents."
"You Matsumara Kazumi?" the largest of the group asked with a definite threat in his tone.
"Depends on who's askin'." Her bravado was completely faked; she could only pray they wouldn't see through her bluff. She was glad her trench covered her shaking legs.
"Suizen said he'd be sending you over to talk." The boy, who had to be at least nineteen, smiled in a way that made her want to forget the job and go home. Only the thought of Yui and her doctors made her stay.
"And?"
"And we decided we don't want to talk." The group had spread while she was distracted by the leader. One of them had made his way behind her; she felt his attack more than anything. She barely managed to dodge, yanking her switchblade and knife from hidden pockets in her trench, throwing the coat off in the same motion. Kazumi realized this was not a fight she could win without weapons.
However, the odds were stacked against her. This wasn't Black Wolf territory; her opponents had the home-field advantage, something they used more than was necessarily fair. She held out for maybe fifteen minutes, but they simply were too many for her one person, even someone with her skills.
A knife cut across her shoulder blades, another down her arm. A gun barked twice, and she felt a sharp pain in her lower back and calf. Kazumi fell with a cry. Immediately, her opponents were on her, beating her mercilessly. The leader watched impassively.
"Be glad I'm feeling merciful, Black Wolf Matsumara Kazumi. Otherwise, I'd be sending you back to Suizen in pieces." His eyes glittered, and he laughed suddenly. "However, Suizen is not going to be happy when he hears of your failure, Wolf."
She answered with a snarl and a wad of spit as close to his feet as she could manage from her position on the ground. All traces of amusement faded from his face. "You will pay for that, Black Wolf, and pay well." He strode over to where she lay in a crumpled, undignified heap. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face hard enough for her to see stars. She went limp. "Someone get her out of here. She's not gonna last long, and I don't want cops swarming this area because of a dead body." Someone gripped her by the arm and dragged her away, ignoring her muffled yelps of protest.
Police sirens went off in the distance. The Dark Moon leader cursed under his breath. "Leave her there; we've got better things to deal with than a half-dead Wolf." The person pulling Kazumi dropped her and ran to join his comrades; all of them fled the scene, leaving Kazumi bleeding in the street.
The sirens sounded closer now, and lights flashed down the alley. "Hey!" a voice called. "We got something here!" Kazumi heard the sound of running and then gentle hands were lifting her from the street. As she was moved, one of her guns clattered to the ground, the Black Wolf insignia blatantly obvious. She felt her rescuer hesitate. "It's a gang member."
"Which gang?"
The man lifted the gun and studied the etching. "Looks like Black Wolf," he called back towards the end of the alley.
"Girl or boy?"
"Girl."
"Bring her. Can't leave anyone out here, even a gang member." Kazumi felt more relief than she could ever let on as her rescuer lifted her again and carried her to the ambulance waiting outside the alley.
Kazumi realized her vision was dimming. Cursing in her mind, she blinked hard, trying to stay awake long enough to see what the paramedics wanted. As she was gently laid onto a stretcher, she took the time to look around her. Anything to stay awake.
"Ikuto-nya… Are you ok-nya?" A strange, slightly high-pitched voice mumbled from somewhere outside her range of vision. She turned her head towards the source and, had she been able, she jumped nearly a foot in the air. A little cat-thing was hovering in the air above the other occupant of the ambulance. "Ikuto-nya?" the creature whined again, dropping to the stretcher and licking the other occupant's face. Kazumi then got a good look at him.
His face was nearly as white as the sheet he was lying on, but that could have to do with blood loss; she could see the sheet slowly turning red in places. His eyes were closed and partially covered by a shock of midnight blue hair. 'Huh… wonder what happened to him… and what is that thing? It's cute.' Realizing where that train of thought was taking her, she derailed it with a firm shake of her head.
Her body began reporting its various injuries, and her vision began to dim again. This time she didn't try to fight it. Everything went black and she welcomed it with considerable relief.
AN:
ME: Yay, first chapter done!!!!!!!!!! I hope I get good reviews...
IKUTO: You probably won't.
ME: Ikuto, you're mean!!!!!!!!
IKUTO: just teasing *sticks tongue out*
ME: *beats over the head with dictionary* MEANIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AMU: O.o
IKUTO: X.X
ME: HA! VICTORY IS MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!