I saw a chain letter going around and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. Sorry to all those who are patiently waiting for my other stories to be updated. I have an extreme case of writers block, therefore I don't know when I'm ever going to go around to updating those. But, I hope that this story can somehow kinda make up for it? Please don't kill me.

This story will be in Amu's POV.

Disclaimer: Erens Titan does not own Shugo Chara in any way, shape, or form. If she did, Ikuto and Amu would be married by now. She does not in any way take credit for Peach Pit's work.

"Amu! Look at what Su sent me!" Ran energetically shouted, waving the screen of her cellphone at my face as I scowled. It was way too early for her preppy behavior.

"Calm down Ran," I replied, desperately wanting the peace and quiet I had a moment ago. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but sometimes her energy is a bit too much.

"Just read this!" She shoved the phone into my hands. I sighed but nonetheless complied to her demand.

"Hell-o. Hah, get it? 'Cause I'm from Hell? Wait, I should probably properly introduce myself. My name is Tsukyomi Ikuto and I'm the Prince of Darkness. My father has decided that this is the year where one of you lucky girls will be chosen to be my wife. And I say lucky because I'm sexy as hell. HAHA, I'm so punny. Um, excuse me, anyways, as I was saying, if you are chosen to be my bride, you will be immediately taken to Hell where the ceremony will take place. The only way to avoid getting drafted as my wife is to send this chain letter to five girls, not including the one that sent it to you. The ones that choose not to send it out will have their names put into a raffle where my dad will randomly select a name. 4/21/13 is the day I will come to reap your soul. Good luck all and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

"Isn't it scary?! I don't want to be married to some prince of darkness! And ohmahgerd! What if he's ugly? What if he has some strange fetish? What if he's planning on eating me just because I didn't send this chain letter? What if—"

"Ran, please," I once again reminded her to calm down, rubbing my temples so the growing headache would cease. "I assure you, nothing will happen if you don't send this. This guy sounds like a total jokester and sounds way too full of himself. And there's no way the prince of darkness reads Hunger Games. It's all probably just a hoax. So just chill. Please."

"No, I can't. I don't want to take any chances, Amu. You know how scared I am of anything involving Hell... I even slept with a knife under my pillow for a whole month after you told me that demon story that one time! Anyways, I'm sending it to you. Hrmm... who else on my list? Saaya, Miki, Yaya, Lulu..."

I droned her out. Sure, if she wanted to waste her energy by sending it out, by all means, she can go ahead and do that. Whatever helps her go to sleep at night. But me? No way. I'm not going to send out some stupid chain letter meant to scare the shit out of people for some laughs.

"Alright. Well, while your sending out your lovely messages, I'm going to get a head start on my homework. I'll see you in a bit." I picked up my bag and headed towards the door. Without looking up from the screen of her cellphone, she gave a small little wave signalling that she heard me.

Bzzz! Bzzz!

I groaned. Taking my pink cellphone out of my back butt pocket, I flipped it open. My suspicions were correct. I quickly deleted the spam that had Ran so worried.

Little did I know that that little action would change the course of my entire life.

4/21/13

Thump! Thump! Thump! I reluctantly opened my eyes when I heard the persistent banging noise and groaned. My eyes, which were slits at the moment, glanced at the alarm clock placed beside my bed. It took a while, considering my vision was still fuzzy from just waking up, but I was finally able to read the time. It was midnight.

"It's way too early for this. This can wait 'till later," I mumbled. Sleep was a main priority in my life and whoever was making that banging noise can wait. I slowly slipped back into unconsciousness.

I was brought back to life when a gruff, but somehow slender, hand shook me gently. I slowly opened my eyes, ready to yell at whoever was disturbing my beauty rest, but my words got stuck in my throat.

A beautiful man stood at the foot of my bed.

But something was wrong. The air around him felt dead and he oozed danger.

I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. Something was wrong. Seriously wrong.

And that was the last thought I had as the scythe, that somehow materialized in his hands, was swung at me, causing my soul to leave my body.

To be continued...