DISCLAIMER: I don't Shugo Chara at all. I've stated this in previous stories, but apparently people still think I'm capable of fraud or whatever.
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Hello everyone! I am back--ha ha ha ha! I'm all fired up! Of course I couldn't leave my Amuto pairing alone--so this story will be about Amu and Ikuto's married life! Oh-ho, this is gonna be fun.
Audience: The way she typed "fun" might prove otherwise.
Me: Well, well, well. Let the new and greatest yet story of our heroes commence!
Okay, I'll make Amu 18, so Ikuto's, what, in his early 20's? If you're really persistent, you can count everyone else's ages to match, but personally, it doesn't really bother me.
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Chapter 1: Trouble
"We're late! You made us late, you idiot!"
"We'll get there on time and for your information, it was not my fault!"
"Of course it was! You insisted on getting taiyaki, you obsessed cat, because you didn't want to wait until the reception to eat!"
"Hey, you ate some too."
"That isn't the problem here!" Amu growled, swerving the car dangerously to the left. "Who the hell is late to their own wedding because of something like taiyaki?!"
Ikuto clicked his seatbelt into place as he removed his face from the passenger side window, realizing that he probably should've done that sooner. He also pondered on whether or not letting Amu drive was the best option when he saw the mad gleam in her eye as she punched the gas pedal. He was, however, grateful that he'd left the charas in that guy Nagehiko's hands. The poor things wouldn't have made it through this kind of drive.
"I'll admit that going ahead and doing something on our own when we had people who were willing to do such things for us was not the best idea--" The car lurched to a sharp stop at a red light, sending its two occupants slamming back into their seats. "--but it's not like they can start without us, right?" he chuckled.
His fiancée's glare sent that chuckle running. "Amu, look at the road."
"Says who?" she hissed.
"Me. Now look at the road or you'll regret it." Ikuto pushed her face forward so she'd have no room to argue. When she caught sight of the eighteen-wheeler she was about to hit, she decided that looking at the road would be a smart thing indeed.
"I'm not even in my dress yet, you're about to get crumbs all over what better NOT be your only good shirt, and we have half an hour to look presentable. Are we really gonna make it?" she sighed.
Ikuto flicked on the radio, calmed now that he wasn't in danger of being in a crash collision just yet. "We're always fine. Something always works out. All you have to do is drive and not hit the old lady you're about to run down."
"IKUTO!"
"I told you to pay attention to the road!"
"Shut up! It's all your fault anyway!"
"Yell at me after the car stops spinning, damn it!"
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Amu grimaced as she tripped over the train on her dress. Again.
"Yaya. Would you kindly prevent me from doing this?!"
The younger girl blushed and helped the bride to her feet. "Sorry. But that cake looked great--I can't get it out of my head."
"We all know that, Yaya," Rima smiled.
"Amu, if you keep falling, even I won't be able to salvage your hair and makeup," Utau warned, flicking her mascara wand dangerously close to Amu's mouth. "And I will be severely unhappy if I can't do what I promised."
The girl in question glanced at the clock. "And you'll be able to fulfill your promise in five minutes?"
Amu was really starting to regret the fact that Ami and her mom and dad weren't able to make it on time to assist her in situations like this.
The singer grinned wickedly. "You can do a lot in five minutes, you know."
"W-Why do I figure that 'a lot' entails murder?" Amu stammered.
"I'll go guard the door," Rima excused herself.
"No! Rima!" Amu pleaded, scared to move. "Don't leave me!"
"What did I say about squirming?" Utau demanded darkly.
"You said 'falling'!" Amu defended herself. "Yaya, stop dreaming about cake and help me!"
She put her hands on her hips and replied indignantly: "For your information, I was not thinking of cake. I was thinking of…well, Kairi."
This made Utau pause all of three seconds in her assault against Amu. For Utau, that could be a lot of time. "Iinchou?" Amu confirmed.
"Who else?" Yaya muttered, pulling at her pigtails. "He's really nice."
"Turn around," Utau ordered, now tackling Amu's hair style.
"But, honestly, Kairi?" Amu was confused. "He doesn't seem your type at all."
Yaya put a finger to her lips and smiled. "Yeah, but he likes candy, too. And he's always very gentlemanly and he doesn't even get mad at me when I pull him around all over the place. If anything, he gets flustered. It's really quite cute."
"Well, try and catch the bouquet, if you want," Amu giggled.
Yaya turned away, but Amu was still pretty sure she had gone back to blushing, this time at thoughts of a wedding imposed on her.
"Okay, all done," Utau pronounced, waving a mirror at Amu. "If you ruin my hard work in between now and your walk down the aisle, I'll shamelessly trip you."
"So nice to hear that you care," Amu replied sarcastically. Then she admired her reflection. "Really, though, you're awesome at this!"
Her hair was all pinned up except for the few tendrils that escaped perfectly. Utau had curled those and Amu fingered them gently, reflexively grinning at their softness. Her veil fluttered behind her, sparkling with rhinestones, as she turned her head back and forth.
"You're welcome," Utau smiled, happy with herself. "See you soon, Miss Bride."
"Mrs.," Amu corrected her absentmindedly as the blonde walked out. "Yaya, are you going to let me fall again or can I stand up?" Amu questioned.
"I got it!" the girl cheered, doing her job happily.
Amu admired her white dress slowly. The strapless, free flowing gown with the shimmering bodice and intricate black swirls; the black choker with the cross at her throat; the gentle black trimming at the bottom of her gown; and the dark blue corsage on her wrist. Her white high heels peeked out from under her dress, showing off the sapphire paint on her toes.
She tucked her feet away from sight again and turned to address Yaya. "I think we should get going, right?"
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Luckily for Amu, when Utau noticed a strand of hair out of place, the singer was too distracted by Kukai poking her to do as she threatened. Kukai got a slap to the back of the head, however.
"What's with you messing with me?" she hissed.
"Maybe you're fun to mess with?" Kukai offered.
"That's something you do with a girl you go out with, not me. You can't just play around because it's fun," she scolded.
He lazily put his hands behind his head. "Well, what if I want to go out with you?"
Utau blinked. "Don't you think this is an inappropriate time to ask that?"
"I've been waiting for years and you know what? I don't care if it's an inappropriate time. So? What do you say? You up for a challenge?" His eyes glittered so mischievously that Utau couldn't hold back her response.
"Bring it, Kukai-koi!" she accepted.
"You sure work fast," Utau's new boyfriend chuckled.
Amu, meanwhile, walked with such intense concentration that she didn't notice she was about to run into the priest. Ikuto gently grabbed her elbow and nudged her back a half step so swiftly that only those two noticed the mess up.
"Thanks," she mumbled.
Ikuto flashed her a smile that made her heart quicken. He had a tendency to have that effect on her. She was thinking about whether or not she should paint the kitchen yellow when Ikuto cleared his throat. She looked up, confused.
"You weren't listening at all?!" he shouted.
"I'm sure it wasn't something important," she fired back.
"I was going to start my wedding vows, actually," he informed her curtly.
"C-Crap," she winced. "I was thinking about the kitchen."
Ikuto pinched the bridge of his nose. "What the hell am I--? Oh, whatever. Just pay attention this time," he forgave her. "I spent years thinking them up."
"Years?" she squeaked.
"Never mind--forget it. Obviously this is not the right time to do this," Ikuto sighed, turning away from Amu.
She was sorely tempted to take off her heel and clobber him with it. Instead, she threw her bouquet at her mom to hold. "No way, Tsukiyomi! I've put up with you for years, bought you taiyaki, broke at least 20 driving restrictions this morning alone, tripped over this goddamn dress so many times I'm surprised it's in one piece, and I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with you, so you better be damn ready to make that commitment too, otherwise I won't ever give you said taiyaki again!!" she declared.
Amu panted while she waited for Ikuto's response. It was a smirk. "I think those are pretty good wedding vows."
So he resumed his place as groom next to Amu, laughing under his breath at her fuming mad expression. He didn't laugh, though, when Amu dropped the candle she was supposed to light his with. The priest didn't think it was too funny either when his robes caught fire and he danced around the church, scrambling down the aisle to throw holy water on himself.
"You clumsy bride!" he roared. "You do not want to be married after all, do you?"
She snapped straight into her Cool 'N Spicy character easily. "I don't think you should be telling me what I do or don't want to do considering I just accidentally set you on fire and I'm so clumsy that I might 'accidentally' do it again! It's your job to marry us, not like us, so I think we should just get on with it and I'll do my best to fly on out of here and not screw up your church anymore!"
Her fiancée merely frowned and pointed out: "Dear, that isn't a nice thing to say to the poor old man."
Said old man rushed through the rest of the ceremony, skipping over things and making words up and it was sooner than expected when he told Ikuto to kiss the bride.
These seemed to be the exact words the cat boy was hoping for.
"N-Now Ikuto, we discussed this," Amu reminded him as soon as he showed off his pearly white suspicious grin. "Nothing that--"
He snaked his arms around Amu's waist and tugged her impossibly close to him.
"What? I'm just following orders," he purred.
Then he sealed all his promises and love and life into that kiss, letting the emotions swirl and intertwine with that moment to provide an unbreakable guarantee of the future.
"After all," he whispered once they broke the kiss. "I am all yours."
"Right back at you," she replied dizzily.
"Amu?" He shook her a little to jostle her into motion.
She straightened herself out and ran out of the room, cackling madly.
"Dude, I think Amu-chan's lost her mind," Yuuki stated as he sauntered up to Ikuto.
"No," Ikuto denied, jogging after her. "I just dazzled her a bit too much."
"AH! IT'S THE PERVERTED CAT-EARS COSPLAY GUY!"
"D-Do you really have to call me that?"
"WAIT! LET GO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"Carrying you to the reception. I don't see how you're getting there any other way."
"IKUTO!"
"What--? GAH!"
A formal-looking woman stomped into the wedding ceremony part of the church and cupped her hands around her mouth angrily.
"Attention guests, it's time to get out NOW! The bride and groom have just destroyed a 50-year-old tapestry and have fled the scene! If all of you aren't out and gone in the next five to ten minutes, I will report you to the police as accomplices! SO MOVE THE HELL OUT AND DON'T COME BACK!" she screamed.
Without giving it a second thought, the place was cleared and Amu send a text to Nagehiko half an hour later, instructing him and Tadase to inform all the guests that the party had been moved to Tokyo Disney World.
"Well, this means something," Ikuto stated as Amu dropped her phone on the limo's floor, falling back into the seat with a heavy sigh.
"That we can't do anything right without getting into trouble or having some sort of disciplinary force after us?" she offered bitterly.
"That," he admitted, "and that if our marriage is this much trouble to begin with, it's only going to get easier."
"YOU JUST JINXED IT!" Amu accused.
"We'll see; we'll see," Ikuto attempted to make amends. To his surprise, his new bride agreed.
"Everything always works out."
She tumbled to the side when the limo made an unexpected turn and landed on Ikuto's knees.
"Aren't we the bold one?"
"Shut up."
Instead of indulging him with more of a rebuttal, she sat on his lap and snuggled into his chest, drawing her knees up and sighing happily. Ikuto wrapped his arms around her and sighed as well.
"I'm really happy we did this," he murmured into her ear.
"I'd hope so!" she gave a short laugh.
"…Now I can do this without you complaining."
He bit her ear gently and earned his first punch to the head of his new marriage.
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Cool! I'm so happy I decided to do this--I really do love Amuto. I realize that there's a possibility I forgot a few characters(I didn't want to count them all), but I think I did good for a first chapter.
Feeling Extremely Happy With Herself:
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