Xerra: Hey guys! It's Xerra again! And another story that I hope I will be able to finish because I haven't been able to finish even a single story (except for of course the one shots... *slaps forehead* Well duh Xerra!) I'm sorry! I'll try to update my other stories if you read my other stories already.

Ikuto: Finally... You're back.

Xerra: *rubs my right arm with my left hand* Yeah.. thanks..

Amu: Awkward much?

Xerra: Not really. Just feeling bad.

Ikuto: Why?

Xerra: I don't know how this story will turn out. Will they like it? Or love it? Or downright hate it? I don't know...

Amu: Don't be that negative.

Xerra: Okay...

Ikuto: Xerra doesn't own Shugo Chara or any of its characters or any of it at all! Just this plot!

Xerra: I'm not exactly copying the show "The Bachelor" because I will put some twists and other stuff for it to be really different okay? I just hope this is okay because I don't think it is...

Amu: You really have a conscience do you?

Ikuto: Everyone has one.

Amu: I don't think you have one.

Ikuto: Why not?

Amu: Per-vert.

Ikuto: *stares*

Finding Love

Introduction

I wore my best tuxedo, my best shoes, my best everything. I got the best flowers from the best flower shop that ever lived in Japan and I made sure everything in the restaurant, which I and my soon-to-be-fiancé were going to, made the arrangements perfectly.

I smirked as I faced the mirror. She won't be able to resist me. She'll absolutely say yes.

And after admiring myself for like, minutes, I decided snap back to reality and head out to the restaurant. I rushed out the door like the Road Runner in the Road Runner show but then I quickly went back since I forgot the ring.

"Of all the things I have to forget, it's you." I whispered to the ring and chuckled to myself. This date wouldn't be perfect without it.

I headed to the lobby of the Easter Hotel and everyone greeted me like I was the king of the world. Well, I am the king, not of this world though, sadly… I was sort of like the king of the Easter Hotel. My father being the president and me following his footsteps, being the next president when my old man backs down from the position.

"Mr. Tsukiyomi, your car is parked in the lower basement, at the presidential space. Would you like me to drive it up to you?"

"Kukai, just call me Ikuto." I sighed. This was the millionth time I told my supposed to be best friend to just call me Ikuto. He had this sort of thing about calling me Mr. Tsukiyomi just because I was going to be the next president of the Easter Hotel. It's no big deal actually… Well then again, maybe it is… Going back to the point, I just hate formalities when it comes to my best friend.

"But Mr. Tsuki-" I gave him my glare.

"Fine, it was hard calling you Mr. Tsukiyomi anyway. Do you know how difficult it is to call you that? I mean, I am your childhood friend and all, calling you Ikuto since we were kids and now I have to call you this and …" There he goes again. When he starts, it will never end. Unless some hot girl passes by and he just has to whistle. Speaking of a hot girl, mine is waiting for me.

"You know Kukai, I really have to go know." I waved the bouquet of flowers in his face and flashed the small box where the ring was safe and sound.

"Oh right." He smiled his big goofy grin and scratched the back of his head, a site that would make me smile. I miss those days when we would go together and prank someone and when I would get away and he gets left behind, he would do the usual grin and scratching. Most of the time we would prank our other childhood friend who I don't remember at all and neither does Kukai.

"Bye Ikuto. Good luck." He slapped my back, hard.

"Thanks man." I slapped his back, hard too. Two can play this game you know?

I ran towards my car, going down two flights of stairs and ended up in the presidential area. It filled up half of the parking lot which was huge. Ten cars were lined up side by side. You could pick any car and just drive away to anywhere you want… if you were me. This time I actually wanted to drive my sweetheart. This hot ride which details I could not describe, just hot. All I know is that it is one of the expensive cars in the world. It was sleek, stylish, and black. Just my type of car.

I did a lot of inhaling and exhaling before I started the engine. I was nervous and Tsukiyomi Ikuto was rarely nervous. Only a special girl can make me this nervous, and I shouldn't make her wait any longer.

I headed to the restaurant named, The Italian. She loved Italian food which made the restaurant perfect. When I arrived, I did another set of inhaling and exhaling before I grabbed the flowers and exited my car, tossing the keys to a man dressed up as a butler.

"Take care of her. She's special." I told him patting his shoulder and he gave me this weird look. Hey, I can't help loving my car too. I'm sure Saaya would be okay if the car shared some of the special spaces in my heart right?

I entered the restaurant and everything was set. There was a single table in the middle of the room with an empty jar in the middle of itself. The setting was elegant with a Spanish edge to it and the staff was dressed for the special occasion. The men wore tuxedos and the women wore these red dresses that match and to make things more Spanish, the red dresses looked like the ones they used when they dance the Flamenco.

I placed the flowers in the jar and arranged them a little bit. I paced back and forth thinking if I missed something then I forced myself to think that I didn't really miss anything.

I paced back and forth some more until some of the employees urged me to sit down and relax. One girl even tried to flirt with me by giving me a glass of water and whispering something sexual in my ear that definitely made me want to puke.

I usually get turned on with these kind of things but I'm different know. Saaya changed me and would gladly stay like this for her.

One hour passed and I was drumming my fingers on the laced table cloth. I was already perspiring and some of the staff had to rest in the staff room since standing for one hour wasn't that pleasant.

I sighed and tried to think positive which wasn't me. Maybe she had loose bowel movement or maybe she was just having a hard time picking which dress to wear and how to arrange her hair.

Thirty minutes passed and I just had to call her.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

"Come on Saaya! Pick up the phone!" I shouted. I was alone now anyway.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ri-

Then I heard moaning sounds. Like someone was doing that with another someone. This has to be a wrong number! But I checked and it was Yamabuki Saaya I was calling.

"Yoru, stop that." I heard some girl giggle but I realized that it was her. I know her too much that it had to be her… and to top it off, Yoru, my brother was the one doing this with her.

"I can't Saaya. I love you too much." I can imagine how he said that, smirking and happy which made me pissed off.

"How will Ikuto take this though?" He whispered seductively.

"Oh, he doesn't have to know this Yoru." She laughed and I heard kissing sounds.

"But, he was supposed to propose to you today!"

"I don't care Yoru. You know who I had in my eyes these past years. It was you but Ikuto's fa- erm- I meant your father urged me to be his girlfriend instead being the older one and all."

"Oh…"

"I love you Yoru…" She whispered.

"I love y-"

I couldn't listen to this anymore. I shouted "How could you?" to both of them and hung up. I threw my phone through the window. I only saw red. I only felt rage and maybe a whole lot of a heart break. I smashed the flower jar to the floor, tore off the table cloth and broke both of the plates on the table. I couldn't stop. I felt really angry and hurt and the only thing left standing was the box with the engagement ring in it. I grabbed it and was about to throw it when I suddenly felt weak.

"I can't…" Tears blurred my vision. My knees were buckling and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I clutched the box with my right hand and hit the floor with my left 'til my hand bled. I stayed like that until the restaurant had to close.

The girl who flirted with me awhile ago told me it was time to leave and helped me get up, her hands supporting me on my back and chest. I shrugged her hands off and stormed out the restaurant. I ran and ran and ran and ran until I didn't know where I was.

I was dripping with sweat, my eyes still full of salty water. I had to stop since my feet felt like rubber. I couldn't run anymore.

I shouted at the top of my lungs which made people look at me like I was crazy, which I just turned into awhile ago. I mean, how can't I be crazy? The girl I loved for three whole years loved someone else which turned out to be my brother!

I headed to the nearest bar and ordered some drinks.

"Hey man. I think you had too much."

"It's not of your business, dic-" I still had some sense in me to stop badmouthing. I didn't need to destroy my reputation, just because of some girl. Some girl that I loved… "I mean person."

"Okay then." He looked at me and sighed, like he was used to this kind of customers. The kind of customers who were losers when it came to love and sucked at it. Fell in love with a girl and found out that they were being played with. Heh. Stupid people, including me.

I stared at the box thinking that maybe I could use this someday. As if. I scoffed inwardly but then I put the box in my pocket.

I drank a few more until I couldn't hold it anymore. I barfed on the floor and the bartender looked at me disgusted. I couldn't help but be disgusted too. I grabbed some random person's t-shirt and rubbed my mouth with it.

"Hey!" That random person seemed to be a girl. "What do you think you'r-?" She stopped before she ended.

"Hey hot stuff." Her voice suddenly turned seductive. Despite being heartbroken, drunk, and crazy, I still couldn't socialize with some other girl.

She got off her seat which made her skirt which was already short, shorter. I looked up and noticed that her "shirt" was just some jacket covering her already nude body.

I was ready to barf again until she touched me right there.

I croaked, "Sorry", and headed off to somewhere, anywhere, far, far, away from that girl.

I stumbled and tripped at some point, pushing people and getting some insulting remarks back. Then I found this beanie bag where I could sit.

I crashed into it and leaned forward. I rubbed my head where it started to ache.

Some red lights started to flash which made me think of one person. Saaya. Her hair was this red. I started to reach for it then I backed up and dropped my hand back to my side.

I reminded myself that she wasn't mine anymore.

She was never even yours to begin with.

Someone was singing. I was too drunk to understand the lyrics but it was something about "I hate this part right here." Yeah, I did hate this part right here.

Then I blacked out.

There was this weird guy that stumbled across the bar to reach the only empty beanie bag in front of me. Finally, I had a full house! Thank you weird man!

I strummed some chords then started singing. I wasn't really focusing on the words or the chords because I was busy rejoicing that I had a full house which meant I could get the 50% bonus for my salary this weekend and it never happened until now.

Another reason which made me not focus on the song was because the weird man was rubbing his head in a weird way. He seemed drunk but aware of his surroundings too. He raised his hand and started reaching for… me? But then he backed up and dropped his hand.

Then he blacked out.

Okay… He was definitely weird. But then I couldn't help but worry.

"Amu!" My eyes flicked to the corner of the bar. There stood a blonde guy with princely figures and a bright smile but don't let those features fool you like how it fooled me. He was the reason why I was in this bar anyway. He signed to me that I should focus or we're dead.

I nodded and I sang better than a while ago, and a tad bit louder, I think. This caused the weird man to wake up from his sleep. He shuddered and stood up from the beanie bag and headed out the bar without a single stumble or fall. I guess he's good now.

I woke up in this… bar. Some girl with weird colored hair was singing and I found myself in this uncomfortable position on a beanie bag. I shook myself to wake up fully and when I did, I headed out the bar.

Where was I? I shook my brain for answers and found out that I didn't know where I was. I just ran here because I was hurt. Correction – I am hurt. I still was.

I asked a policeman how I could go back to 'The Italian' and I followed his directions. Took me two hour walking which meant I was running for about an hour. I got my keys from the butler who still stared at me like I was crazy and I headed back home.

I tossed the keys to Kukai who seemed happy.

"Woah you came late Mr. Tsu- Ikuto! So, how was the engagement? Did you two have some hot thing going on after it?"

"Wrong second, minute, hour, day, week and month to ask me that Kukai." I walked fast.

He tried to keep up with me which he had a hard time doing even if he was good in soccer and all.

"What happened?"

"She was cheating on me." I answered softly.

"What?"

"She was cheating on me." I answered with the same tone.

"What?"

"I SAID. SHE WAS CHEATING ON ME. I CALLED HER, SHE WAS MAKING OUT WITH MY BROTHER! SHE WAS FU-" I stopped. Everyone in the lobby was staring and so was my dad.

"Ikuto… She did that?"

"Yes father. It seemed like that. You didn't have to force her to be my girlfriend in the first place!" With every word, the volume got louder.

He gave his assistant the papers he was holding and went up to me. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Let's talk about everything in my office." And left without a single, "I'm sorry."

"Tsk." I stared at the floor for seconds then ran towards my room.

"Amu, what was that?" Tadase asked.

"What do you mean?" I answered back, with a question too. I was tuning my guitar. My next performance would be in an hour.

"You were off! OFF!"

"So what? The audience loved me!" I exclaimed. I couldn't tell him that I was thinking of this weird man. I'm sure he would punch me right then and there. And he didn't even dare say, "Oh how wonderful! You got a full house! I'm so proud of you!" but then I guess it would be leading to, "Oh, I'll be using your money by the way. Every single penny on every single girl I find! Good luck living!"

"You know the manager would kill us if we didn't do well!"

A growl went out of my mouth. "We? Tadase?" I scoffed. "When did this ever become a 'we'? I'm the only one doing the job here! You're just standing there in the corner ogling all those girls!"

"So what?" He grabbed my chin. "It doesn't mean that just because I am your boyfriend doesn't mean I can't ogle some girls!" I spat at his face.

He let go of me and wiped the spit off. He looked at it with horror but when he looked back at me, I knew what was coming next. He punched me. I fell on the floor, dropping my guitar. He kicked me until every inch of my body hurt.

"Don't you ever do that again. Remember, you can't screw your next show!" He left the room, slamming the door hard.

"I'll screw it up someday when I'm free from you. And it's your fault if I screw it today!" I screamed. My nose and mouth were bleeding. My guitar had a new dent added to a row of dents from dropping it because of physical abuse. I faced the mirror and found a horrible looking girl looking at me. A horrible looking girl that I kept seeing every day of my life.

"What are you looking at?" I shouted and slammed my fist in the mirror which added more bloody places. "Why were you even born?" I whispered madly, not to Tadase but to myself.

I grabbed tissues and headed to the bathroom. I wiped the blood that spilled everywhere. I changed clothes and threw the bloodied once in the trash can. I re-concealed the bruises in my body. I tidied up the pieces of broken mirror and tossed it in the trash can too. I left some parts where I could still peer and look at my whole self. I looked in the mirror after finishing everything.

"Perfect…"

Not.

"Saaya wouldn't pick up her phone and so would Yoru." I was in my father's office right now. He said we would talk about everything here but I certainly didn't feel like it.

"You wouldn't tell me to come here to your office just to tell me this." I sighed.

He sighed too.

"Ikuto, forget about Saaya. How about you come with me to Paris? You can find some fine ladies there." He paced back and forth which irritated me. He had been planning this Paris thing for months and asked me to come with him for billions of times but I either said flatly no or ignored him.

"You know I can't forget about her that easily." I croaked.

"Right…" He stopped and drummed at the corner of his table. He rubbed his chin for seconds then smiled. I hate that smile.

"What?" I demanded knowing that he had something up in his mind and that he already did it without asking my permission, which I didn't think he'd need since he was older. But still!

"Now don't take that tone on me young man. Your mother would be very mad." He replied, not mad though.

I sighed. "What?" I demanded, softly.

"I called the producer of Finding Love. I asked if he was looking for a man and he said yes. I said, 'Wow what right timing and.."

"Just get to the point!" I shouted, with fear. Fear because I saw where this was going to. This is why I hate it when he doesn't ask my permision

"You're the new man for the new TV show, Finding Love!" He exclaimed proudly.

"WHAT?" This time, not softly but very, very loudly.

I wiped the perspiration off my forehead. Ten straight performances, ten straight hours. I needed a break. I signaled Tadase for one but he shook his head.

Damn you. I inwardly cursed. Can you not see that I am freaking tired right now? I'm freaking human for Pete's sake! Not some punching bag for you or a slave! But maybe I am…

But then some person whispered into his ear and he suddenly changed his mind. He nodded at me.

Thanks person who whispered into his ear. And I headed for my room.

Knock knock.

"Who's there?"

"Tadase."

"Come in." I grumbled.

"You're going to leave this bar for two to three months or so." He said flatly.

"Why?" I asked trying to look sad and miserable about it but I really feel excited and I couldn't stop fidgeting in my seat.

Ef yeah! Finally! Vacation!

"You've been invited to join a tv show as one of the contestants. You will try and make Ikuto Tsukiyomi, the next in line in ownership of the Easter Company, your husband."

Eh?

Xerra: There you have it. The introduction.

Ikuto: Please review!

Amu: And add criticism too please!

Xerra: Wait for the next chapter! You'll certainly get it!

Everyone: See you soon!