Amu: 18

Ikuto: 23

Saaya: 18

Kukai: 21

Tadase: 20

Utau: 19

Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara Peach Pit does.

.::. Straight In His Direction .::.

"Oh my God! Check out that fine ass!"

"That hair is so turning me on right now."

"Do you think he has a girlfriend?"

"Those eyes of his is going to kill me!"

"Saaya, I think you're overreacting here."

Saaya rolled her eyes. "I'm dramatising how much that hottie of a guy is. Hello, Amu! You rarely see sapphire eyes on those kind of guys anymore."

"Do you really think you can get him in bed with you?" I said, flicking my pink hair away from my face.

Saaya laughed and flicked her own reddish brown curls over her shoulders. "How can anyone resist me and my experienced body, Amu?"

Saaya Yamabuki isn't you average looking kind of slut. Yes, a slut I say. She's done it how many times with more than just one guy here. But she doesn't go around to do it with anyone. Oh no, you see in order for a guy to get in her pants, they have to be up to her satisfactory.

That happened to be all the above with from the guy we were checking out: Unique eyes, a total fit ass, hot looking body, four pack abs minimum, thick biceps, hair that allows fingers to run through, straight not homosexual, straight. And of course, that smirk.

The only problem was, we haven't seen his body nor do we know if he's straight or not. But in my calculations, I'd say yes. And the only expression we've seen him do was a mutual face.

Total failure if you ask me.

I'm Amu Hinamori, eighteen and a virgin. Unfortunately my body isn't like Saaya's at all. It's not curvy, nor does it have D cup bra. I'm basically like a stick if you ask me! Well, besides my ass and thighs; they are really defined but that didn't allow me to get a figure. Seems like God thought I didn't need it.

In a way, I suppose he is right. I've had many guys come up to me and compliment my ass, let alone touching it. I should feel proud however, I'm not. I'm no slut like Saaya here, and if anyone does happen to touch my ass well, let's just say they're kissing the floor within minutes.

Saaya and I were sitting in a small Café called Dark Strawberry. Only male's work here, which is totally fine for anyone who wished to check out these hotties behind their back. Unfortunately, for those who seek a job, woman to be exact, it gets quite hard.

For the guy who had sexy midnight blue hair and sapphire eyes to get the job, well I'd be laughing if the manager of the café said he needed a resume of his previous experiences. If you're a hot, mysterious faced guy, with a snap of fingers he'd get the job.

Saaya groaned as she watched midnight hair guy shake hands with the manager and staff before walking away with them to change. "How sexist, huh?"

I shrugged. "I don't really care, Saaya. We have our own jobs at MJ & Lei's. You know, the fashion corporation?" You're probably thinking, already in the business at eighteen? You see, back in high school Saaya and I won first place with three of our designs; A hand bag, a jacket and an unforgettable dress with complicated stitching, may I tell you. One of the presidents of the company, Jay-Jay had saw this and asked for us to immediately join their staff. No college necessary but a dream come true. A year later, that's exactly what happened.

We're pretty wealthy. With many of our designs are already selling out. It was pretty hard to keep some of the paparazzi away (for those who know us, of course).

Therefore, getting in guys' pants was such an easy thing like counting to ten. Just one look. Just a few words exchange. She already hits the bedrooms.

"I know, I know. But I'm being serious here."

I gasp. "Saaya Yamabuki is being serious? Holy shit! Where are the paparazzi when you need them?"

"Down at your apartment, sniffing your underwear." She laughed.

"Then they're probably looking through some pictures of you drunk and stripping naked on the bed."

She stopped laughing, her eyes wide. "Didn't you put them away?" I smirked. I know, I'm a bitch but at least Saaya isn't. She's just too easy to fool, so gullible. She gasped and managed to slap me playfully on the shoulder. I laughed, I couldn't help myself. "Never do that again! You know what happened the last time they were in our home."

She's right. Saaya forgot to lock the door one night and we came home with flashes blinding our eyes. It took three weeks to convince them to not publish any information of us. They agreed but we had to compromised by allowing them one picture to publish. We didn't know if it'll be bad or not until we got the newspaper the following week of us sleeping: Saaya sprawled all over the couch and me just laying there, my mouth opened on the floor a glass of wine spilled on the ground. We almost sued them for sneaking in that night, but it was better than anything.

"It was your fault," I said the one hundredth time.

"I didn't know they followed us. Besides, we're not Utau Tsukiyomi here. How would I know there would be creeps wanting a picture?"

I shook my head and sighed, wanting to change topics. "Where is the waiter, anyways? How long does it take to get two lattés and a ball of strawberries?"

"Well..." Saaya started, but I stopped her.

"It's ok, I'll go ask them what the holdup is." I slid out of my seat and turned sharply behind me. It all happened to so fast that I hadn't even caught up to what exactly happened.

Saaya had called my name by the time I turned, that had registered well. What hadn't was this...

Hot sticky water had managed to stain my white tank and designers belt. The cool and burning sensation hit my skin like a bee sting. The strawberries managed to slop all over my hip jeans and coloured skin flats. And the guy in front of me with his big, worried, fearful sapphire eyes dropped everything he had in his hand and picked me up bridle style towards the staff's entrance.

Oh, I guess I did know what happened.

My throat began to tighten with rasping gasps, and maybe it wasn't until now that I heard my own painful cries. Tears had slide down my cheeks by the time we were at the showers. Huh, cool. I got gently pushed against the cold tiles, and before I knew it, my tank ripped in half by soft, big manly hands. The cool breeze did a wonderful job in calming my skin, but it wasn't enough.

I bit my lip to suppress more screams as the shower turned on with cold water raining through. The guy was still with me, getting his clothes wet too, but he kept mumbling something as he positioned me to get in the middle of the showerhead.

"I'm sorry," he said, husky voice filled with concern. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" If Saaya was in my position, a good shower sex would be good enough for her to forgive.

Except that I'm not Saaya, and the burn on my skin wasn't going to go away like that. I'd have a scar form the hot temperature our lattés produced. And since my skin was such a delicate thing, the burns wouldn't be gone for a good month or so.

I could already see through the shivers and blinking lashes of water droplets, that my skin was buffing a little. I let out a moan, a painful one and let tears cascade my face. In a way, I thanked that shower for covering the traces on my face.

"Too c-cold." My teeth were shivering against each other, and my exposed skin increasing goosebumps. His warm hands that pressed against my hips away from the burning, were warm. The pleasure was fantastic, rippling through me causing more shivers to manufacture.

"You can take her out now," some guy had said. I never realized we had an audience behind us, but then again, a screaming girl in the arms of a hot guy had to be some kind of a little scandal to get into. Or maybe they were concerned. I really hoped it was the latter.

"You sure?" asked sexy midnight hair guy, moving my demolished pink locks away from my face. Great, now my hair is going to become a frizz ball by the time I get home. Products, be prepared for a hell of a makeover!

"Yes I'm sure! She's freezing to death in there." The water turned off suddenly, and then my skin went aflame.

"It hurts!" I whimpered. If I thought the burn was like a bitch at first, then I really needed a reality check done on pain. "Make it stop, please. Ow..."

"There there, darling. It'll all be fine soon," said guy as he started putting this extremely cold jell against my wound. I hissed but remained calm in my seat. Midnight hair guy held my hand, massaging it to keep me calm. I must say, the warmth from his hands lessened my shivers, but it did nothing to help to pain. Said guys' hands weren't as soft and warm like midnight hair guy but they were gentle against my skin.

Well, his hands were. I'm not sure about the look in his eyes as he stared down at sexy boy next to me.

"You should have known better! First day on the job and you managed to injure someone!" My heart broke for him. I knew it wasn't his fault; he was doing his job perfectly well! If only I have been patient enough to wait another few good minutes. If only...

"You're lucky I'm being kind today! If the boss were here, he'd fire you on the spot." Then his eyes glanced over to me, and I felt my blood drain from my face before he glared back at him. "Do you even know who this is, Ikuto?"

Ikuto? I thought. He sounded familiar, that I can tell. But damn, hot name!

"No, sir," Ikuto mumbled, still massaging my hand in his.

"This young woman here is one of the employers of MJ & Lei's, Ms. Hinamori Amu." I groaned in the back of my throat. So they all knew Saaya and I were pretty popular. This got me thinking if said guy is only treating me because of my status. I was close to pushing him away, but the burn wouldn't have helped me.

Fortunately, Ikuto didn't even look surprised, more neutral than anything. I was glad in a way that he wasn't making a fuss over it, but then again, it would've been nice to see a reaction. It was the first time I ever saw such a face. I must say, if Saaya were here, she'd gloat and hopefully get him interested.

Right now, I felt so shameful at his lack of interest in me. I know, pathetic right?

Silence stretched for a good minute or two, save for my gasps and hissing. Said guy whose name was Kairi, left to get a shirt for me to wear because of my already damaged one. This only left Ikuto and me.

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry."

We laughed a little at how sync we were with our words. "Thank you for treating my wound so servery," I said before he managed to say something else.

Ikuto shook his head. "I'll apologize 24/7 if I could. There has never been an incident like this before."

I shook my head. "Seriously, it's ok." And then I smiled, sweetly, kindly. Just like my mother used to do to me when I lost her wedding ring down the sink. It killed her knowing something as precious as the last memory of dad went down the drain, but she forgave me nonetheless. She was never the one to grudge on things. "You came to my rescue anyway."

He shook my head, running his hands deliciously through his locks. "Nah, it can never replace the damage to your skin. If there was anything in the world you want, I can happily provide you with it." Now that we were practically face to face, I could see almost everything about him. I checked the list as I went down. I haven't seen a smirk yet, but maybe that was because he's different to all the other flirty guys.

We'll see about that, I thought. Well, Saaya would have made me think that.

I know he was joking. Any bimbo could see that! But when an opportunity such as this offers it to you on a plate, the only solution was to take it before any other greedy hands do.

And that's what I'm about to do.

I reached down gently, placing my cold pale hand against his stubble and warm cheek. He flinched a little at the contact but lifted his agonizingly sapphire eyes to my honey orbs. God, they looked so innocent right now! Full of regret and hope.

"I know one thing you could do for me." I hoped that sounded flirty. I really wished Saaya was some invisible fairy to guide me right now. I was never one to flirt like her.

"What's that?" His voice was low, husky, unsure. Such a turn on and he doesn't he know it.

I leaned in whilst pulling his gently as my other hand went around his head to lace fingers through his hair. His hair is soft! I began to play with it as he leaned closer, until our breaths were almost at contact with each other.

"Kiss me." It wasn't a question, it wasn't a statement. It was an order. A greedy one at that. I hoped for a smirk then, something to help me prosper this.

He only stilled. His hands that were on each side of the floor halted its movements. I could see confusion sweeping across his gaze, his brows squinting together in anger. I swallowed but didn't move. Did he have a girlfriend? Was that why he stopped?

In a matter of seconds, he sighed and pushed me away. My hands fell against my soaked jeans as Ikuto stood up.

"I'm sorry," he said. "For what had happened to you. But this I cannot do."

Humiliation and anger clouded together in my heart. I wasn't thinking straight! A tug of my heart only indicated how much that rejection really hurt. I bet Saaya could make him want her. I bet he wouldn't have hesitated. She was flawless. I wasn't up to her level yet.

"You have a girlfriend." I clenched my teeth together as my cheeks warmed. I avoided my eyes to the ground, playing with my jeans. I hadn't realized until now that I was only left in a bra.

A kiddie sports bra mind you. Yeah, definitely not up to her standards.

"It's not that."

I clenched my fists in anger. "Then what? Am I that ugly to even kiss?"

He shook his head. "No. You're beautiful don't get me wrong. Any guy would be lucky to date you." Such a compliment. I wanted to cry and shout at why he wouldn't be that guy.

But his next words stopped me. "I'm just not into girls."

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