This is my first ever fanfic. I actually dreamed up this story. Well most of it. The actual dream didn't make sense. Like, an apartment building in the middle of the Pacific. Twenty feet on the outside and an entire school building on the inside. Yeah no. Sad, I know but still. Hope you likes . . . R&R Please!
BTW I do not own any of the character is this fanfic. None.
Chapter 1
I stared at the wooden door in front of my face and internally screamed at my deranged father. This was all his fault. That stupid PenPal site.
I guess I should explain. Dad found this new PenPal site online. He started communicating with my . . . what to call him . . . 'friend'. Tsukiyomi Ikuto. From there, they became friends. And eventually the perverted cosplaying cat connected my last name to my fathers. Hinamori. Dad learned that Ikuto and I knew each other. And from there it just snowballed out of hand. The rest of the family was going on a cruise and couldn't afford to bring me. More like, Dad just wanted an excuse to meet Ikuto. So Dad asked Ikuto if he would be willing to let me (an eighteen year old girl quite capable of taking care of herself) stay with him in his apartment on the shore. For a year. Why oh why oh why.
Anyway. There I was, the salty sea breeze at my back, my three suite cases pulling my arms down. Staring the wooden door of apartment number 602 in the face, I thought for a moment. It was my one chance to turn back. Of course, I didn't take it.
I knocked on the door. Nothing stirred inside. Deciding if the door was unlocked I would just barge in. The stupid cat hadn't locked the door. I turned the handle slowly. Pushing the door open the rest of the day with my foot, I picked up my luggage and walked inside. On entering, I yelled, "I am letting myself in Ikuto." I turned and closed the door setting my bags down on the wooden floors.
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." I felt two arms wrap around my waist from behind. Ikuto's breath was warm in my ear. "Hmm . . ." He licked the said ear while my face turned beet red. "Ha, still smell like strawberries."
I had had enough. "IKUTO! You perv! Get away!" I yanked myself out of his arms, banged my head against the closed door and went unconscious, all in the space of point two seconds.
I awoke with the feel of something soft beneath my head. I kept my eyes closed and relaxed. Until I felt fingers running through my hair. My eyes flew open and I looked around franticly. Ikuto had laid me down on the couch in his front room and put my head on his lap. He looked down at me. "Hello . . . Amu." His dark blue eyes sparkled with the hint of a game.
"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, not sitting up. (On hindsight, that was probably the worst mistake of the day) My cheeks warmed up.
"Not very long. You really are a klutz." He stroked my face with his thumb. I got redder and he chuckled, pulling the hand of his that was not occupied with my face up to cover his lips. When he calmed down (which only took about three seconds) he said, the smile still plastered on his face, "You really should think about our present positions."
Only then did I realize that he was shirtless. For about point three seconds, I admired his well-toned abs. Then I realized what I was doing and nearly jumped out of my skin. I sat on the other end of the couch with my face to the floor and my hands in my lap. Ikuto threw his head back and laughed out loud.
"Okay. Amu let me show you to your room." He got up and pulled a shirt on over his head. He gestured down the hall. And the idiot that I am, I followed.
bookworm258: Done now. Well, with the first chapter anywhoo. waddya think?
Ikuto: *grinning evilly* I like it a lot so far.
Amu: *still blushing* W-what are you doing to me bookworm258?
bookworm258: don't get too mad at me. I told you, I had a dream about this one.
All: Rate and Review but don't be too terribly mean. Constructive ctritisism is nice but . . .
Ikuto: Did we really just say that all together? *looks around strangely*
bookworm258: . . . You didn't see anything. *speaking to readers*