Author's Note: This is my first and last "Amuto" fan fiction, and nothing can change that. Should this become a continuous story? Please review.
Disclaimer: Shugo Chara! Belongs to Peach-Pit and the chapter titles are lyrics of the song, "Everytime We Touch," by Cascada.
"I hate you! I hate you!"
That was enough for him, he couldn't take it in. He simply stood there in a turning position, back to her, just a bit enough that he could slightly glance at her. He was waiting there, watching if there was any sign of a joke; perhaps an testy, lighthearted character he would be exposed to would soothe his unexpected twangs of hurt. He had not been able to trace any sign of jokes. It hurt him, but he had not shown his emotional agitation; instead, he gave a calm, "You don't mean that. Amu."
This wasn't the usual teasing he would give in with. Her reactions were not the usual, such as the times when she attempted to maintain her cool behavior, despite the blush caressing her cheeks. She had not answered him, her flustered cheeks no more; yet he could see her faint, golden-tinted orbs held a hint of regret.
"I do mean it! Why can't you leave me alone for once…?" Amu had cried, finally stirring up, expressing her bottled-up emotions, regretting every word she had said.
She mumbled as she narrowed her eyes, "It's not your business to keep on popping up in my life."
Her words stung more than we wanted them to.
Ikuto's onyx eyes shone emptiness at first glance as he said, "It's my business." He would be assumed to be continuously calm and collected; however, he felt possessive of Amu. His inner self would suddenly be envious when she came across the "King." It would be foolish to forget that they were enemies; the animosity between the Guardians and Easter. She was a child, about five years junior to him, but he wanted her.
She would sink in to him. Her shimmering, round orbs would captivate him, gleaming a luscious, naïve innocence that he would remember.
It wasn't the response she would usually expect. She inquired, "What is that supposed to mean?"
Ikuto suddenly, but gently, embraced her closely; his arms clasped around her, affectionately, but he refused to release her. She was in his possession now, as if she was a ball of yarn in a cat's grasp.
"Ah..! Ikuto!"
"If we stay like this forever, I will protect her," he thought.
"I can't leave you alone," Ikuto whispered, "I'm interested in you."