Skippy: Hello, all! This is an Amuto fic that just popped up in my mind. There will be lemons later on. I would say something like "I'll be sure to tell you before the lemon so you can skip it," but this whole fic is going to be... Umm, I dunno. Just inappropriate I guess.

Ikuto: Sweet. Now get writing.

Amu: Ikuto, be nice. Skippy do you think you could write a fic that's not about Ikuto and I being lovers? The pairing is so over used. I don't even like him at this point.

Skippy: Nope!

Amu: F*ck you.

Ikuto: Amu, you're being a hypocrite again.

Amu: Shut the hell up, pervert.

Skippy: Anyway... Enjoy! I don't own Shugo Chara or any characters or anything in italics.

~Protect Me~

The blue haired man hurried up the stairs to the large building. As he entered he glanced at his watch.

"Damn," he muttered, "10 minutes late. I hope Mr. Hinamori doesn't mind."

He walked into the lobby and straight to the receptionist.

"My name is Ikuto Tsukiyomi, I have an appointment with Mr. Hinamori," he stated to the young lady, smirking at her desk which was covered in anime figurines and various manga series. She glanced up at him from her Fruits Basket manga book and sighed, setting it down. She turned to the computer, typing in passodes and bringing up various schedules.

"The 11:00 appointment? You're late," she said plainly. Ikuto sighed. "He'll still see me, won't he?" The Otaku girl glanced at Ikuto and back at the computer screen, looking at Mr. Hinamori's surrounding appointments. "You should be fine." Was her calm reply as Ikuto watched her scribble out the floor and office numbers on a slip of paper.

She handed the paper to him, whispering, "if he really won't see you, tell him I kept you waiting trying to find his appointment schedule in the computer. I just got this job last week so he'll expect me not to know how to run everything."

"Thanks," Ikuto whispered back. He hurried into the elevator, going to the 4th floor. He then walked down an office hallway until he came to Office 220.

Knocking first, the blue haired man slowly opened the door, peeking his head inside.

"Mr. Hinamori? It's me, Ikuto Tsukiyomi, sorry I'm late."

"15 minutes. You're 15 minutes late. Take a seat," the man said coldly, motioning to a chair before his desk, not looking up from the paperwork he was filling out.

Ikuto gulped and did as he was instructed. "What did you want to see me about, sir?" he asked carefully.

"You remember my brother, right? The one with the pink-haired daughter, Amu. You've met them once or twice, yes?"

"Yes sir, on one of the jobs you assigned me, I'm sure." Ikuto replied.

"Yes, that's correct. She must've been what, 12 the last time you protected the family? That was 6 years ago. Which means you must be 27 now, correct?"

"Almost, sir, my birthday is in 3 weeks," Ikuto stated.

"I see... Well, the reason I called you in here is this: my brother, his wife and their youngest daughter, Ami, moved overseas a few months ago to avoid the same group of people you protected them from 6 years ago. This has set the group of people, who-you should remember-want to take over my brother's well-developed business to gain the profit, off of their track for a while. My brother works with technology these people are willing to kill for. Amu, his oldest daughter with pink hair, has stayed here in Japan because of educational purposes like finishing high school. She has also picked out a college that she is enrolling herself in next week. Since she is alone in an apartment without her family, my brother put me in charge of providing for her and taking care of her well-being. However, I work all day and have an apartment of my own that is closer to my office and therefore a more convenient place for me to stay while Amu's apartment is closer to the college she will be attending in the fall. I am concerned that the people wishing to rob my brother of his company may be close to finding out where Amu is staying. They will do anything to gain my brother's valuable technology. I have done everything in my power to protect my neice from them without her knowing. I don't want her to be scared, as that may make her more noticable and less camouflaged in this community."

At this point, the man looked up from his forms, pulling off his glasses and looking Ikuto in the eyes. "Ikuto, you are my last resort to keeping Amu safe. I could choose someone else, but I believe you still owe me from leaving with no warning and leaving one of my clients unprotected. I was almost sued from that incident, and my client was hospitalized. That hurt my reputation."

The blue haired man gulped, remembering the night he had suddenly left when the client was in danger. He wasn't even really sure why he had done it. It just felt... right, at the time. He understood it was inappropriate and he hurt someone. He never thought Mr. Hinamori would trust him again. This was his one chance to prove himself, to get back into the swing of things. He needed his old job back and this could be the way to regain Mr. Hinamori's trust.

With a deep breath, Ikuto closed his eyes and breathed the words out; "...What do you need me to do, exactly?"

~Protect Me~

Skippy: Thanks for reading! Amu will be in the next chapter! Review pleeease :D

Amu: Don't review, I honestly don't want to be in the story, and maybe she won't finish it if no one reviews!

Skippy: Even if they don't review I'm gonna update...

Amu: ...

Ikuto: Review anyway!