Hello all! I know this is actually quite sudden! I love my own randomness! (Alter Ego: No, not really, that would be creepy. She just loves to hear herself talk. Which is creepier, actually. *shudders* Me: Shut up, alter ego!)

*whimpers* please put your guns down now.

Okay, so this may or may not be a oneshot. Depends.

I know I haven't finished any stories at all, but still. Maybe I should write a oneshot sometime.


Summary: Stealing donuts from a Krispy Kreme store? Easy for Amu, a hired professional thief. But stealing from a hot guy named Ikuto who happens to work there? Actually...easier.


Amu strolled along, humming to herself. She was cheerful because recently she had just secured a huge sum payment for a gem she had stolen. Shame she couldn't keep the jewel.

Oh, well. She smirked to herself, content. She could always steal it back later. (A/N: Hey, alter ego here. THAT's the type of creepiness I'm talking about. Me: . NO! Amu! *cuddles Amu* Alter Ego: Creepy.)

Throwing her shoulder-length rose colored hair back, she tied it into a messy ponytail and considered where to go next.

A housewife passed by and hmphed. "Teenagers these days." And hurried along. (A/N: XD I don't know, I just wanted to add that...maybe she'll show up again later.)

Looking at Amu, anyone would think she was a normal teenage girl, with a simple sundress and sandals-but she wasn't. Amu had become a full-fledged thief at the age of 10, mastering the art of picking locks before she started to walk. In short, she was a genius thief.

Once the housewife's back was turned, Amu made a face at her back. "Bleah! Serves you right!" she muttered to herself. Amu's heightened senses-hearing, sight, smell, taste, touch-had also helped her rise among the ranks of thieves.

Amu also possessed something like a sixth sense. As a result, much of the time she acted on her instinct even when it didn't seem the most logical thing to do.

Irritated, Amu turned around on her heel and walked forward-straight into a door. "Ow," she complained, rubbing her forehead, which had collided with the glass.

"What's this?"

The HOT DOUGHNUTS NOW sign flashed in front of her, blinking and making Amu dizzy. "Ugh..."


Groggily, Amu strained herself awake and sat up from the floor. Whoa...floor?

She immediately sprung up, waiting and ready for any attacks that might have taken her out, her hair whipping around her. (A/N: Wow...cannot believe I just wrote such a line. THE SHAME!)

Then, she got dizzy and sat down on the floor, hard.

A Krispy Kreme employee turned his head and glanced at her up and down. "Whoa, calm down. You passed out, right?"

Amu was confused. "Maybe..." she deliberated.

He sighed, turned around completely, and crouched down. "Look, you..." He frowned and reached his hand toward her forehead.

"N-no," she mumbled, reaching up a shaky hand to stop him.

"You have a bump," he declared and got up. "Here, have a donut."

"What's your name?" she asked him warily.

He smirked, as if he were expecting the question. "Tsukiyomi Ikuto. But call me Ikuto." (A/N: I was just totally going to do "Tsukiyomi. Ikuto Tsukiyomi." Like "Bond. James Bond." XD)

"Alright, Tsukiyomi," she replied, ignoring the last part, "Now hand me the donut."

He handed it to her and she ate it, watching him. "Don't you need to get to work?"

Shrugging, he answered, "Nah. They're just a bunch of fangirls who come here to watch me. Except for some."

Amu licked her fingers. "This is pretty good. What kind is it?"

"Not telling you."

"Whatever." Amu got up, brushing off her dress. "It's not like I'm going to come here again."

Ikuto looked up. (A/N: Remember, he's still on the floor! ;3) "Aw, so soon? I was hoping you'd stay here longer."

Amu shook her head. "Nope. Not happening."

"And?"

"And what?" Amu asked, beginning to feel irritated again. And the last time she had that feeling, she had walked into a door. Not good. So she tried to calm herself.

Unfortunately, Ikuto took this as trying to calm herself down because she was in his presence. "Don't you want my number?" He smirked.

"I don't want your cookie!" she snapped. "Although I do love chocolate chip..." She broke off and looked at him expectantly.

Ikuto was stunned. Not that he would have given it to her, anyways, but still... "Not cookie! Cell number!"

"Oh." Amu considered this for a moment. She didn't have a cell phone anyways. "Nah. Not interested."

She made to go off, but then turned back around. "By the way, would you happen to be a pervert?"

Ikuto raised an eyebrow. "Pervert?"

"Well, I am wearing a dress..."

"Dress?"

"And you're on the floor..."

"Floor?" Ikuto cursed himself. Why did he have to echo her like an idiot?

"And I'm standing up..." Amu seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, Ikuto got it. His face a light shade of pink, he stood up quickly and looked away from Amu. "Boston Cream," he mumbled rather incoherently. "The donuts were, I mean."

Amu smiled, amused. "Well, I'll be going now."

As she reached the door, she turned around again. "By the way, thanks for the donuts." She smirked and Ikuto watched as she made off with 2 dozen donuts. Without paying.

Ikuto groaned and slid down the counter, putting his hands in his hands. Now he would have to pay for the two dozen out of his salary!

But...still a bit flustered, Ikuto remembered that he hadn't ever asked her name, although she knew his.

Who was she?


So...do y'all like it? It's weird, I know...but I think I might continue it! If I get enough reviews, that is...I already have 2 other unfinished stories! (Actually, including this one I have total 3 stories...)

Me: HAHA, Amu tricked Ikuto!

Amu: Boston Cream is good. Mmmm...

Ikuto: Sigh...my salary!

Me: Well...so who likes the chibi/young Tadase? *raises hand* I'm NOT a Tadase fan, but the younger version is just so cuuuuute! Actually Ikuto is cuter, but whatever. Ikuto has to be a teenager in this fanfic. Utau is cute too.

So how about it? Toddler Tadase might appear?

Thanks for reading until now and reading my rants! (Hmmm...wonder where my alter ego went.)