Pairings: Mainly Amuto, but several others are included.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara, but I do own my plots.

Rating: M for minor sexual situations and violence.

AN: I am sorry that I deleted my other story, Framed Glasses. I just couldn't see myself writing a cliche plot to the end. I guess it just goes to show that I can only stick to originality. Dorm room fics aren't really my thing, as much as I love to read it. I thought I'd try out another high-school fic with a little twist on the roles. Have fun reading.

Warnings: OOCness in the beginning, but there are reasons behind it. You might even say that Amu has been converted into an Ikuto, but that isn't really the case. After all, experiences change the original character into something they might have not been before. If you want to flame me about OOCness, remember the last time you were ever "yourself" without changing. They'll be in their usual character later anyways. Ciao!

Inconsistency

Hinamori Amu is what most people call a fickle lover. Never once settling down with one man, she claims she has no interest in them. But after that one-night stand, I can't seem to forget about her; nor the lacy lingerie that she left on the floor of my room. So here I am, a newly-hired student teacher for my beloved mentor, handing back her belongings in the middle of class. "And that's why you don't leave early in the morning, strawberry."

"I'll take my order now," I say as I raise my hand.

"Falafel sandwiches are my favorite~" Amu coos as I order one for her. I had to admit, I just met her a couple minutes ago; somehow her pink hair and sweet, large golden eyes that lured me in forbids me to leave her hanging after she requested to "hang out" with me.

"I'll take two of them," I tell the waitress. She smiles and nods before going into the back to retrieve our orders, sitting at our seats across from each other at a small, petite table at a deli sandwich stop. Cars fly by endlessly as it is the busiest intersection of the city.

"So," she smiles at me. "I take it that you are single?"

"Maybe," I smirk back at her, lunging my head a bit further towards her, my chin neatly propped up on my hand as my elbow glides across the wood. "The same surely goes for you."

She laughs, and the sound seems to echo sweetly in my mind. "Maybe," she smartly replies. Our sandwiches come in rather quickly, the lady from before giving me a wink before sliding me a cupcake with a small scroll in the middle. I pluck it out as Amu watches me intently, her golden eyes piqued with interest as I stare at the small, neat handwriting.

"It's a freebie," I tell her as she raises an eyebrow, sipping her cup of water the waiter had given us earlier. "Has her number and a lipstick mark on it. Seems authentic."

"What, you thought it was a sticker?" Amu bites into her sandwich, crumbs clinging onto her red-stained lips, coated neatly with the latest lipstick brand. "This is just amazing. Great place, Ikuto. I should go to you from now on when I need a good place to eat," she winks.

"You could go to me for other things," I hint. She gives me a naughty look and I laugh. This girl is interesting, and I like that about her. I'm a little happy that she stopped and talked to me.

A couple minutes ago, I was in my car at a red light, about to exit my university's parking lot when a pinkette suddenly randomly climbs into my passenger seat, clinking her seat belt in just as the light turned green. "Well, go on. The light's green," she smiled. "I'm Hinamori Amu. Know a good place to eat? I'm starving. I'm also in your astronomy class at noon, so nice to meet you, genius kid."

I was the top student in class, so it wasn't a surprise that she knew me and that I knew her. It was a surprise that she decided to hop into my car without a word of prior notice though. I managed to shrug it off, we talked on the way, and here we are now. I might even love her already.

Love her, you know, friend-wise.

Yeah, who am I trying to kid again?

"Ikuto, you're staring off into space," Amu waves her hand in front of me, snapping me back to the present. "Didn't think you enjoyed astronomy that much, Ikuto."

"Takes a lot of work to be a genius," I say, enjoying my order. I have to give it to Amu, she picks out really good sandwiches despite not even knowing the place. "Anyways, what gave you the idea of butting into my schedule today?"

She shrugs. "I don't really know. Am I bothering you?"

"It was just sort of... unexpected."

"Expect the unexpected," she quotes as a reply, finishing off the last of her sandwich. "I've had my eye on you," she blinks innocently. "No, I'm not a stalker. You're kind of pretty though, and I do love a smart man."

"Is that so," I laugh. "I've had my eye on you as well, although I have to admit I'm not the only one."

Hinamori Amu is the goddess of astronomy. We worked on Greek relations to astronomy the other day, and we had to do presentations. Amu looked amazing in Greek god cosplay. And I wasn't the only one with that in mind.

"I'm not that popular," she sighs. "Besides, I'm not an attention whore like that," she murmurs, as if I wasn't supposed to hear it, but I do anyways.

"I didn't take you for one," I finish off my sandwich as well. "You seem like a perfectly nice girl."

"Thanks," she says. "Say, do you have a job besides going to uni? I'm a teacher at a high school, doing astronomy for seniors and juniors."

"I'm jobless. Don't need the money," I sip my water.

"Ah, rich boy. Tsukiyomi's, how could I forget about them? Biggest hotel chain company in the world."

"Indeed."

She glances at the clock. "Say, Ikuto, you a virgin?"

I spit out some water. It lands all over the table and her face. Giving me an unamused look, I try to hold in my laughter as I hand her some napkins, my hand shaking from being about to burst at any moment. She takes it ungratefully and quickly wipes off her face. In doing so, I realize that her radiant beauty does not have any assist from make-up besides her lips, which had become a soft carnation pink.

"Why no, I'm not. Parties, clubs, girlfriends," I say without a care. She nods.

"Good."

"Good?"

"Come on," she says, slapping cash on the table. "Let's go!"

"Where?"

"Club."

I let her lead me out the door. We walk outside and it's completely dark out, though the bright city lights easily illuminate everything. The club is just nearby, so we end up walking there. Amu throws off her layers like crazy and I wonder if this was her real plan all along. When I see her in a short, Aztec patterned top and leather booty shorts, all I can think of is - wait, was that a belly-button piercing? And is that an entire, spread-out deck of cards tattooed up on her back?

"Like what you see?" she offers me a drink. I take it down in one shot and stagger. "You shouldn't have done that," she frowned. "You'll get buzzed real fast with Skyy, you know."

I shrug, my vision already hazy. The night conquers the club and people are starting to pile in through the door, and a line outside forms. Spiked, unwanted drinks cover the room like glitter on a dress. The lost-and-found box in the corner fills up with random clothes. I lose sight of Amu and join a few other slightly sober girls under the disco ball. They giggle and flatter me, offer to buy me drinks, but I pay them no attention. My mind is still unconsciously searching for Amu.

A spiked bra jams into my arm suddenly as I dance on the dance floor, and I find that it's the pinkette who is wearing the atrocious thing.

"What are you wearing?" I ask her, staring at her chest without shame. Not like everyone else wasn't doing it.

"It was... was a d-dare," she mutters, and I immediately smell the strong alcohol in her breath. Suddenly she tosses her bra and swings towards my body, her chest rubbing against mine in an erotic motion. "Ikuto... someone spiked my drink. It feels hot," she complains.

My head throbs and I don't hear her words too well, but I do drape someone's leather jacket around her to cover her up. "Say that again?"

Her lips press against mine, arms twisting around my neck and fingers rummaging through my hair lustfully.

I don't remember the rest.

I wake up in the morning in a completely destroyed version of my room. My favorite candle collection is half gone, scented wax all over the floor (especially strawberry, which was my favorite, god damn it), there's a single handcuff on the top left bed post, pillow feathers are strewn everywhere, and I feel very sticky all over. A few used condoms are stuck to the back of my pillow.

What the hell happened yesterday?

I search through my brain but it comes up with nada and then throws in a headache with the zilch. Thank god the blinds are only half open or the sunlight might have reduced me to ashes or something. A glimpse of sun hits my eyes and quickly slither away from it, rubbing them with my hand as I yawn.

I feel like a vampire.

Struggling to get up as my back decides to let every nick on my spine bellow in opposition, I stumble towards my bathroom, where I find a very lacy, red thong on the doorknob. I stare at it for a minute, unsure, but then move on. Urinating in the morning was the first priority right now.

I pull up the toilet seat cover to find half of a very familiar spiked bra in the bowl, the other half already trying to make it past the pipes.

Huh.

What the hell happened yesterday?

Ignoring the bra and doing my business, later flushing the toilet ten times to get it down, I wash my face and take a relaxing shower. I change the bedsheets after pulling on some clean clothes, reorganize my candle collection and count that twelve strawberry ones are missing, vacuum up the feathers, and angrily scrub off the wax on the tiled floor with an electric mop. Threw away things and took out the trash as well.

At the end of the day, I am exhausted. I fix myself some ramen noodles and fry a few eggs, eating them in relative silence besides the city noises desperately trying to get through the insulated walls of my apartment and are very barely successful.

Tomorrow I had school - Mondays. Ugh. The clock read 10 PM. Time ticked by fast.

I fall onto the new bedsheets that smelled like Tide lazily, heading in face-first. I stay in position until breathing is necessary, and I direct my head to the side, my neck cracking the the process.

That's when I notice that the lacy thong was still on my doorknob. My eyes focus on a single, unusually colored strand of hair laying carelessly in front of my face on the pillow. My breath hits it and it floats away, hovering in the air before falling. The thong sight hits me again.

And suddenly I remember a certain pinkette.

And that's it. Predictions, questions, comments, concerns, and anything else are all welcome in a review. All are greatly appreciated. Anything you don't understand, leave a review under your account so I can clear things up. Have a nice day.