KawaiiCutie12: Hi everyone! I'm finally writing a fanfic, for my fave anime of all time!

Ikuto: Is it Amuto?

KawaiiCutie12: Maybe...

Utau: It's always about Amu!!!!

KawaiiCutie12: Not this time. It's mostly about you and Ikuto. In a sibling way of course

Ikuto: *sighs* I guess I can deal *internally pouts*

Utau: *squealing with joy*

Ikuto: Wait a second...you said mostly...so there IS some Amuto *smirks*

KawaiiCutie12: ...I don't own Shugo Chara! If I did, Nadeshiko and Nagihiko would be fraternal twins, and Amuto, Kutau, Yairi, and Nadese would be a thing.

Ikuto: Oi! *sprints after me*

Utau: IKUTOOOO!!! *chases after him*

Everyone else: (-_-')...Just read the story...

Chapter 1:

Normal POV:

Utau was lying in her bed, watching a comedy show. Her face pale, eyes bloodshot, and even her hair was starting to look dull. Yup, you guessed it. She was sick, with a stomach virus. Her charas were floating next to her, trying to comfort her.

"Of all days to get sick, it had to be during tour," Utau grumbled, before rolling over to lie on her back. El came from the kitchen. She brought back a cold compress and a water bottle.

"It's okay, Utau-chan," El reassured her, placing it on her head, "there'll be more tours to come. Besides, it was before your free day anyway."

Il, however, was somewhat annoyed. "Quit your whining already," she told Utau, "it's not like you had to cancel the tour. Plus, you're not the only one to get sick on tour."

"Il, don't be so mean!" El scolded, "Utau-chan doesn't feel good, and you're not helping her!"

"Well it's true, ya suck up!" Il shot back.

Utau pouted, similar to a spoiled nine-year-old. "Still..."

The day still flashed in her mind.

Flashback:

"Arigatou, minna-san! I love each and every one of you!" She exclaimed into the microphone. During her performance, she had a bit of a stomach ache. She brushed it off, thinking it was due to not eating previously or, since she had also been moody and breaking out lately, she was gonna get her period soon. She prayed that it was just out of hunger. As she was heading up the stairs, she was met with her stomach churning in her belly button area. she winced and placed a hand over her stomach while she walked backstage. A member from backstage noticed her stumbling and went to help her get to her dressing room.

"Are you okay, Utau-chan?" He asked.

Utau slowly nodded, and she sunk into the dressing room chair for a minute. A moment after she changed into her normal outfit, consisting a pinkish T-shirt and white shorts, her manager, Yukari Sanjo, came and began praising her.

"You did excellent, Utau," she began, "This concert was a success. Keep up the good work!"

"Th-thanks," Utau managed to get out.Yukari then noticed her clutching her stomach, and her now pale face.

"Utau," she scanned her up and down, "are you okay?"

She shook her head slowly, trying to not worsen her headache, then proceeded to sit back down in the chair.

Yukari walked over to Utau, and told her "Well, you're in luck; tomorrow's your free day."

"Thank Kami," she muttered.

She heard Yukari walk away, them put a plate in front of her. She looked up to find two slices of extra cheesy pizza. "You haven't eaten all day," Yukari reminded her, "if you don't eat you'll get dizzy."

Utau gave a weak smile as she thanked her, and ate the two slices. As irresponsible and reckless as she was, Utau saw her as an older sister. The pain in her stomach started to fade away, so she concluded it as she had been hungry. After getting the studio cleaned up, Yukari and Utau headed back to the apartment she had rented out in L.A. Yukari was cleaning up in her room, and Utau was texting her cousin in L.A, whom she'd recently reunited with. She was about to get up and grab her charger when the pain returned, but way worse. She held her stomach and dropped to her knees. Yukari sped out of the room and to her side in an instant.

"Utau, what's wrong?" Yukari's worry began to overflow.

She stopped gasping for air as her face turned a nasty shade of green and she gagged. She covered her mouth, sprang up and sprinted to the bathroom. The minute she was on her knees in front of the toilet, she projectile vomited into the white bowl. Yukari walked in and the feeling of pity. She walked over, sat on the rim of the bathtub, then massaged the fourteen year old's back. The vomiting ceased for a few minutes, so she rested her head in her arms.

"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling good?" Yukari questioned her, "I could've told them to save the concert for another day."

"I d-didn't think I'd be t-this sick," she told her manager, "I though it would go away."

Due to the now intense pain in her stomach, she couldn't really talk. All of a sudden, her stomach lurched and she found herself throwing up again. Nearly thirty minutes later, she carefully got up and rinsed the putrid taste out of her mouth. Yukari helped her walk back to her room, and brought her a bucket and a water bottle, as well as a thermometer.

"I'm going to see how high your fever is," Yukari explained.

And with that, she placed the thermometer on her forehead. Moments later the thermometer beeped, and it read "105.3F".

"You fever is really high," she informed Utau, "I'll have you take some medicine and put a wet rag on your head."

Utau slowly nodded, and Yukari went off to grab the stuff. This happened until two days later, when she went home. Thankfully her cousin let her use the private jet so she wouldn't have to worry about paparazzi.

End Flashback:

"I didn't even get to roam around Los Angeles," Utau complained, "This sucks! Why couldn't this have waited till after tour?" She continued to sulk.

"Being sick sucks," El stated, "but you'll get better soon, don't worry."

Utau gave a slight smile. For a good fifteen more minutes, she continued watching the comedians do their act.

Il glanced at the clock. "Utau, don't you think you should eat something?" she questioned, "ya haven't eaten all day."

Utau pondered on that for a minute. She groaned. "I really don't want to eat."

"But Utau-chan," El started getting teary-eyed, "You have to eat something. How do you expect to get better if you don't?"

Utau looked back and forth between the two for quite a while. "Fine," she sighed in defeat, "I'll try and eat something."

The two Chara went downstairs and microwaved some ramen. They brought it back upstairs and Utau managed to eat it all, and fell into a deep sleep. Not even a full thirty minutes later, she sat up in bed, clutching her stomach.

Il and El averted their gaze to her. "Are you okay, Utau-chan?" El questioned her.

"Utau..." Il started.

Before she could even think of a reply, she raced for the toilet. She couldn't have been more thankful to have her own bathroom. Like in Los Angeles, she violently projectile vomited again. Il and El were doing their best to calm the trembling girl down, as she continued to gag and cough into the toilet. Twenty minutes later, El got her water, and she rinsed her mouth. But just as she tried to get up, dizziness consumed, and she passed out on the cold floor, leaving her Charas to panick.

KawaiiCutie12: Aaaannndddd that's the first chapter of my first story!!!! Leave some positive reviews, but also tell me on what I should improve (yes I know it was very long, but I want more...detail-based critiques)

Ikuto: Here's some constructive criticism: ADD THE GODDAMN AMUTO

Utau: And don't you dare have me die!!!

KawaiiCutie12: No spoilers or promises

Amu: Ikuto, get over yourself

Ikuto: *pouts*

KawaiiCutie12: ...Anywayyy, thanks for reading! Don't forget to follow and RR!!!!! Love y'all!!!!

*flees before Ikuto notices*

Yaya: Yaya wants candy! *throws a fit*

KawaiiCutie12: (-_-') You don't even appear in this story until way later

Yaya: *wails*

KawaiiCutie12: (-_-') Just ignore Yaya, and RR