Pairings: Amu x Ikuto; Minor Amu x Everyone

Disclaimer: I own this story and not Shugo Chara! Inspired by a music video/request.

Rating: 12 and up are welcome!

AN: So, as you all might have known, I used to have a gender bender story. Not anymore! I've decided to cast that off to write a new story inspired by a music video I watched recently. I tried to make the transition to this idea with the original chapters for Passion Perfect, but I disliked it. Sorry, blu2012, and thank you for writing a review for it anyways. c:

Also, someone (they asked to be kept unnamed, and I respect privacy) requested that I write in normal point of view for this story or at least Amu's point of view instead. Since the anonymous person is a good friend of mine, I said yes and will be doing normal point of view for this story. c:

Oh, and to make less work for myself, this story will be in past tense, unlike my other two. This way I can definitely update and write much faster, because writing in present tense is actually a self-challenge, haha. I have big plans for this story, so that's why I'd like to get it going. After all, I'm going to graduate high school soon c:

Warnings: Rating is subject to change, but enjoy it anyways.

Velvet Storm

Ikuto silently entered the plane that was already crowded with several other people. Tired but thankful, he managed to find his seat by the window in an empty row, only hoping that no one bothersome would be sitting in it with him. The blue-haired man carefully shoved his suitcase in the above compartment before pulling his headphones over his ears, buckling his seat belt, and adjusting the seat so that he could lean comfortably during the ride. With his violin playlist starting, Tsukiyomi Ikuto simply watched the background of the airport, waiting for takeoff.

Hinamori Amu sighed, flipping her hair off her shoulder as she pulled her black, studded suitcase behind her. "Seat 16B... 16B..." The girl muttered to herself, walking in the aisle down until she reached the row number. "Ah, found it." With her poker face fully composed, she carelessly tossed her case above next to the others and took her seat, which was in the middle. Someone had already gotten to their row first, as another man was already sitting next to the window. He looked over to give her a small smile, patting the seat beside him. She didn't smile back, but sat down instead. However, that did not discourage the overly social brunette.

"I'm Kukai! It's nice to meet you!" He laughed brightly, holding his hand out for her to shake it, only to be coldly turned down as the pinkette put in her earphones to block all sound out. With a frown, he tapped her shoulder until she took one of the plugs out. "Can I get your name and maybe your number too?" He donned his winning, killer grin, teeth sparkling in the process.

"Hinamori Amu, and no." She went back to her music, internally sighing. Couldn't she have sat next to someone quieter? Kukai seemed to finally get the message and pouted, leaning in the armrest towards her, and she edged away as much as possible. She even tried sitting on the aisle seat, but he only took up her middle one. "Who would have thought that the great model Hinamori Amu would be so cold in person? My manager told me that it was all an act, so there's no need to act when no one from our company is around..."

Amu wanted to groan and tell him to go away in a screeching voice, but it would rather unbecoming of her, so she decided to handle this more coolly. "It's not an act. So you could stop getting so close to me? I'm trying to rest. It'd be better if you found someone else to talk to, Souma Kukai."

"Come on, I'll even sing to you. How about my latest single, Soccer Love?"

"No thank you."

"But-"

"Excuse me," the pinkette immediately stood up and went to the row behind her, spying a blue-haired man and a green-haired one in the seats. She only recognized one of them, and that was Sanjou Kairi, a fellow model and also the Character Entertainment director's son. "Can I switch seats with you, Kairi?" That was exactly when variety show host Yuiki Yaya also showed up, taking Amu's seat since Kukai moved back to the window, sneaking puppy peeks at his idol pinkette. "Yuiki Yaya and Souma Kukai are sitting next to me, and I actually need some sleep during the flight. Please, Kairi?"

Immensely wanting to appeal to his longtime crush, he adjusted his glasses and folded his laptop. "Alright. Where's your seat?"

"Up here," Amu pointed in the middle of Kukai and Yaya. "Thank you."

"I understand how busy your schedule was last night, so it's fine." He stood up and walked over to Amu's seat while Amu took his. To her gratuity, the unrecognizable man sitting beside her didn't seem to care about anything but the view outside. That was, by all means, fine with her, even if she was wondering who he was to be able to get on this plane. After all, everyone on this flight has been carefully selected out of the most famous and good-looking people in the world to go to a worldwide, renowned competition.

"It doesn't matter," she mumbled under her breath. It was better for the girl not to get too involved with other people anyways, at least, not before her debut. Yes, Hinamori Amu was a rising supermodel for Character Entertainment's main fashion line: Open Heart. However, she was recently offered a promotion to be able to debut with a ten-year contract to their entertainment line under a few conditions. She was on this plane to meet the final one.

Utau stomped onto the plane, feeling furious. Not only did her older brother leave her to get to the plane first on his own, but she had been stuck in unbearable traffic plus the immense hassle she went through to get to the boarding area safely without the paparazzi pestering her was hellish. "Tch... Ikuto! Where are you?" she cooed, hoping that her voice that had pulled in thousands of her fans before could lure out the location of her brother. After all, her seat was definitely close to his. "Ikuto!"

She ended up having to find him by her own vision sight. "Ah, Ikuto, there you are!" she laughed when her eyes finally locked on his blue hair.

Ikuto completely ignored her, as did Amu. When Utau made her way over to the row, she was shocked to see the pinkette separating her seat from Ikuto's. "Excuse me, old hag, but could you move over a seat so I can sit with my dear brother?" Upon hearing "old hag", Amu simply continued to rest, her eyes still closed even when the blonde merciless kept tapping her shoulder. "I said, old hag, wake up."

"Why don't you just shut it," Amu said as she opened her eyes, glaring icily at the annoying blonde and immediately identified her in her head. This was Hoshina Utau, a famous singer who debuted two years ago under Easter, and her singles are almost always claiming the number one rank on the charts. To Amu, this was a future rival. "Just sit where you're supposed to and don't bother other people."

"Do you know who I am?" Utau laughed mockingly at the pinkette, pointing in her face. "You don't, do you, Hinamori Amu. I know you - you're a model, big deal. Though I admit Character Entertainment is of equal status of Easter Entertainment, you're nowhere near my popularity rank. It's better if you get on my good side, no?"

"No," the model immediately blew her off and instead turned to the man beside her. "Are you going to take care of your baby sister? I can't stand her harassing me for a simple seat when I'm trying to get some shut-eye."

"Hn," he muttered, shifting his position so that he was now looking straight at Amu, examining her. For a model, she had a lot of spunk talking to his younger sister like that when she was a top idol in the industry. She didn't seem to be jealous or anything like that though - just grouchy. "Is she bothering you that much? Why don't you keep entertaining her and let me take a break from her antics for a while, yes?"

"You know what? You two are a bit irritating. I'll just move," Amu said, annoyed. She began to stand up when suddenly his hand pulled her back down, her face twisting into a shocked expression. "What?"

"Your angry face doesn't suit you. Go back to sleep."

"Ikuto!" Utau whined. "I can't believe you and her... What is she to you?"

"My seatmate," he replied nonchalantly, and the blonde gritted her teeth, aiming her glare at Amu. "Don't give her any problems, Utau. We're only just getting to know each other."

"Don't think this is the last of me, hag! And Ikuto, I'll see when we reach our destination then~ If I sit next to her I might catch her wrinkles," the singer smirked before taking her leave further down the aisle, yelling at some other poor celebrity to give her their seat. They did and, too afraid of Utau's famed wrath, took one of the extra second-class seats in the back instead.

"How troublesome," Ikuto sighed. He turned over to find the girl next to him reading a magazine. "Is that you?" he asked, pointing to the page where Amu's image was blown up as the cover page for the upcoming section that featured the Open Heart fashion line for this month's edition. The pinkette had picked it up on the way to the airport to see how she looked. "So you're a supermodel."

"I suppose," Amu said, quickly flipping the page only to find many more images of herself in different outfits. In fact, this whole section seemed to feature only her. There was even a public biography about her at the end of it.

"I've got the same edition right here," he smiled, showing her the front cover of it. "Utau's the cover's model for this. She handed it to me this morning before I left." He began turning to the pages where Amu was featured and looked at it thoroughly, pointing at one where she was donning a black leather bikini. "You're more out there than I thought."

She blushed and turned away. "Don't stare at it, p-pervert."

"But it's difficult not to when the real thing is right next to me," he smirked, chuckling as he closed the book. "You're a weird one though... How can you act so cool around Easter's top idols? First Utau, and even me... Don't you even feel the lest bit flustered?" He stopped in realization. "Actually, it's not much of a surprise... My name's a taboo in your company after all."

Amu stared confusingly at him. What did he mean? "Are you telling me that there's someone as famous as Hoshina Utau that I haven't heard of?"

"It's not much of a shocker. I used to be in Character, you know. But then Easter simply offered me a much better deal for my talent, and I skyrocketed. Character is useless - and if you don't get out there soon, you'll be missing out."

"Missing out? Please, Character is the best agency out there. Yours, on the other hand, is a slave-driving company. I'm surprised you're in such good condition. They must have let you rest from the abuse for a day or two," Amu spat back, covering him from her sight by placing the magazine on her face as she leaned back.

"Slaves? If you're talking about slaves, then every idol in the company are the masters... If you take what you said back, I might consider letting you become one of my slaves."

"In your dreams."

"You really don't know who I am?"

"I don't understand why I should."

Ikuto only laughed as the pilot spoke through the speaker. "Please prepare for takeoff and buckle your seatbelts now. The emergency situation steps will be playing on the screens on the back of every seat, so please watch in case of anything occurring during the flight."

"Don't forget to buckle, strawberry," he said, pointing at her unbuckled belt. "Or would you like me to do it for you?"

The pinkette blushed furiously, feeling flushed at what he implied. "I-I'll do it myself!" she spouted inconsistently, hurriedly trying to buckle her belt and giving the man beside her dirty glances after. "How can someone as perverted as you be famous?"

"Now taking off. Please keep your belts on at all times. I repeat, we are now taking off. Have a happy flight."

"I'm not perverted at all," Ikuto sighed, shrugging. "I'm just Tsukiyomi Ikuto."

That's when it snapped in Amu's mind. "You? You're the Tsukiyomi Ikuto?" She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt to stand up, realization ringing in her mind. "I can't believe I'm sitting next to someone like-"

She was suddenly cut off when the plane began to soar upwards, roaring while Amu lost her balance and fell into the arms of only one person possible.

"Yep, I'm that Tsukiyomi Ikuto," he said, tightening his arms around her frozen body that had just fallen on top of him. "Let's get to know each other, interesting little strawberry."

And so, what do you all think? c: I had to reread this a lot of times to get the first point of view mistakes out of this chapter, because I'm so used to first point of view! This is another challenge for me, but that's okay, because I'm a challenge-taker! I'm very excited to get this story going. Any comments, questions, concerns?

Please drop a review if you think I should continue this instead of my original "Passion Perfect" story from before. It's got the same going idea in general, but in a different setting/universe. c: