Ku: Hi! I'm Kuro and this is my first fanfic. I get struck by ideas all the time but I never write any of it down, but I decided to start now! Thanks for reading!

I do not own Shugo Chara in anyway! If I did there would be a lot more Amuto X3

--Amu's POV--

I glared at the silk dress that had been chosen for me, hoping it would burst into flames. It was a sleeveless, light pink dress with black lace outlining the neck and foot of the dress, which fell just below my knees. Honestly, I would have liked to wear such a soft and pretty dress had it not been for this occasion. That occasion would be the royal ball.

The King was hosting a ball every evening for the entire week so his only son, Prince Ikuto, may find a bride.

"Father," I didn't even try to keep the anger out of my voice, "I don't want to go to the ball and I don't care about the prince or his money. He could be some selfish snob and I don't want to marry that."

Father scowled and smacked my shoulder. "Do you want your family to pay for your insolence against the royal family?! Now hurry up and put on that dress or we will be late. You will try to grab the prince's attention tonight and get him to marry you at the end of this week!" he yelled, and stomped out of the room.

--Narrator's POV--

The ballroom of the castle was huge and lit brightly by many small chandeliers and with one big chandelier hanging lower than the others in the very middle of the room. White chairs and round tables with white, lacey tablecloth lined the walls of the room. Lining the walls were navy blue drapes with a silver cross in the middle, the Tsukiyomi family's crest.

In the middle of the room girls mobbed the light brown haired prince while I sat in a chair, watching with disdain. I didn't even want to join that crowd of girls who were only after the riches and power that they would gain by marrying the prince.

At the first ball, no parents were allowed to attend so Amu was just waiting for it to be over on the sidelines.

Amu sighed and rested her chin on her hand. The brown haired prince tried to escape from the mob to no avail. Sure he looked and acted like a polite prince but Prince Ikuto looked older than 17.

"This is lame and pointless," she muttered to herself.

"I completely agree with you" a husky voice replied next to her.

Surprised, she quickly turned around to see a tall, dark haired man standing next to her wearing a servant's uniform. He eyed the girls trying to get the prince's attention with disgust.

"Wh-who are you?" she asked, shocked that she didn't notice the handsome man standing next to her before.

"Just a servant."

"I meant your name."

"And why do you want to know?" he asked bending down and looking at her with slight curiosity in his midnight blue eyes.

"F-for no real reason," she stuttered slightly and felt her cheeks slightly tint pink.

He smirked, "Why aren't trying to win the prince?"

"Why should I? The only reason I'm here is because of my parents. I'm nothing like those clingy girls who only want a good-looking prince and a chance to get power and wealth." she snapped.

He chuckled and straightened up. "What's your name?"

"You never told me yours yet so why should I tell you mine?"

"Because I won't answer unless you tell me first," he smirked.

Amu pouted a bit but replied. "Amu, Hinamori Amu."

"Gisou Otuki. Nice to meet you Amu." Her name seemed to roll off his tongue like velvet.

Amu slightly blushed at the way he emphasized her name. "N-nice to m-meet you too."

"So you think the prince is good-looking?" Otuki teased.

"No! Well yes he does look good but…" she trailed off looking back at the prince who was trying to lead the girls over to a table filled with food and delicious looking deserts. Probably to distract some of them and get some space back.

"But what?" Otuki prompted.

"But… He looks so old!"

"Pft… Haha… Ahahahahaha!" he burst into a small laughing fit and had to clutch his stomach. His laughing echoed throughout the room catching the attention of the crowd.

Most of the girls and the prince turned, as if noticing Amu and Otuki for the first time. The girls' eyes instantly glued to Otuki but they had to look away trying to direct their full attention back to the prince. The prince just smiled at the strawberry haired girl who was trying to calm down the midnight blue haired boy.

"H-hey Otuki! Everybody's looking at us! Calm down!"

"Hahaha…" he regained his composure, "… I never had a good laugh for a long time."

"I-I didn't even mean it like that!" Amu blushed a dark red. "I meant he looks older than 17!"

"Yes, he does doesn't he." he smirked and looked at the prince as if he knew something nobody else knew.

Ku: Thank you for reading and I hoped you enjoyed my first chapter. I will try my best to update as soon as possible but I do have summer school and can't update on certain weeks. Please review so I know that at least someone is reading this and I will be inspired to work harder. Please let me know what you think and what I can change/improve on.