Kate: Hey! just a random one-shot! This is the written version of the first few minutes of the movie 'P.S. I love you' I thought this would be a cute oneshot to do for Ikuto and Amu!

Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara! Or the movie 'P.s. I love you' which this is based on the movie's beginning. And I do not own the book 'p.s. i love you' which I also used a few things from!

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The night was peaceful and silent. Few people were out wandering the streets of Tokyo, not really knowing where they were going. A cool breeze had picked up, making couples huddle together, keeping their warmth. It indeed was a nice night. But, not for one girl. A pink-haired 25 year old's heels echoed viciously off the tall buildings surrounding her as she walked down the sidewalk. Following not too far behind, was her husband, who was pretty confused as to why she was so angry. But, nonetheless, he remained silent as he went over all the reasons she could be upset with him.

He had been chasing her for quite some time now. They had just returned from a small get together at her mom's house, so it was something he did or said at there. His wife, Amu looked down the street for any signs of cars before slightly increasing her pace. She shifted her skirt, trying to get her mind off of whatever it was that made her so angry. Her innocent golden eyes didn't seem so innocent anymore, Ikuto noted, continuing to follow his wife into their apartment building.

"..I know I should know this darling, but are you mad at me?" Ikuto asked as Amu hurried up one flight of stairs. "Baby" Ikuto said, trying to get Amu's attention as he continued to follow her. "Amu, I did something, right? It was something bad…wasn't it?".

Once realizing that his wife wasn't going to answer him as she continued to climb the stairs, Ikuto stopped walking, suddenly thinking of something that she could've been mad about. "…Or is it something you just think I did?".

Amu also stopped walking. For the first time in what seemed like hours to Ikuto, she looked at him. It wasn't exactly the nicest look in the world. This is where the saying, 'If looks could kill' comes in. If that saying were true, Ikuto would be dead by now.

Amu's glare made Ikuto change his mind, "Nope, no, it was something I actually did, wasn't it?" he guessed, making Amu scoff as she continued stomping her way upstairs to their apartment. "I did it!" Ikuto confessed, "It was a bad, bad thing I did. I'm so sorry, love" he said with a slight chuckle, continuing to follow her.

"Amu! Come on, will you?". Finally Ikuto managed to step in front of Amu, blocking her way. "Baby, you have to let me in on it" Ikuto begged. Once Amu continued to remained silent as she glared at him, Ikuto finally realized why she wasn't saying anything.

"You're going to wait until we're in the apartment, aren't you?" he guessed. Amu nodded, keeping her cold expression on. Ikuto sighed, continuing to stare at his wife he loved so much. "…Are you going to make me sleep in the bathtub again?".

Amu just scoffed, pushing past him. She swung the apartment door open, making the wooden door slam into the wall behind it. "You said it! You know you said it!" she exclaimed, flipping on the light switch.

"No, I don't know what I said" Ikuto defended, closing the door gently behind him, "But I didn't mean it!". "Yes you did!" Amu snapped, throwing her purse down onto a night stand, "You mean everything you say!".

Ikuto flipped on a nearby lamp, still watching his wife closely. "No, sometimes I say something but mean nothing". "Something is never nothing, it's always something!" Amu retorted, taking off her earrings.

"No, most of what I say is nothing, it's just something to say!" Ikuto replied, hanging up his jacket. Amu snarled as she took out a coat hanger from the closet, throwing her jacket on it.

"No! Men say it's nothing, just to get away from saying something, even though they know they're saying something!". Ikuto was downright confused. "What? What did I say!?".

"You said at my mother's place tonight, that you would have a baby, but I'm not ready!" Amu reminded, throwing the closet door shut. "To my mother!" Amu repeated, "You might as well have told her that I'm a lesbian!". Ikuto smirked slightly as he removed his shoes, "Well I am the only man you've ever had".

Amu scoffed, "I dated…Ch-Chiaki Kinomoto for 5 months before I met you!". "Isn't he a woman now?" Ikuto teased. Amu threw her high-heeled shoe at his head.

"Ow" Ikuto muttered, picking up her shoe from the floor. "You told my mother I didn't want to have children!" Amu yelled. "I did not! I didn't say that" Ikuto said, starting to laugh at how foolish his wife was acting. The snickering just added to Amu's anger.

"Yes you did!" She snapped, closing the curtains hanging on the walls. "I did not" Ikuto defended. "You said exactly that!". Ikuto walked into the bedroom where Amu was furiously closing the curtains and leaned against the doorframe.

"I didn't say that you weren't ready to have a baby. I just said that you wanted to wait". Amu spun around to face him, "Which means I don't want one right now!". Ikuto smiled, "Right!".

"Thank you!" Amu replied, wanting Ikuto to know he had just agreed with her. Gosh, did she ever want to blast his brains apart right now. Ikuto furrowed his eyebrows, realizing what he had just said. "Wait a minute, I'm confused.".

Amu rolled her eyes as she stormed past him, "No, you're not confused, you're just wrong. 'Amu doesn't want to have a baby'" she said, imitating Ikuto as she removed her necklace, shoving it in her jewellery box. "We had a plan Ikuto! To wait to have children until we had an apartment! We'd put 25% of each pay check into a separate bank account for five years. Now why didn't you tell my mother that!?".

Ikuto laughed, slightly exasperated, "Each pay check!? Darling, you only started getting regular pay checks. You quit five jobs in two years!".

"Well, I don't like working for idiots!" Amu defended, throwing her hair clips onto the bed. Ikuto rolled his eyes, "They can't all be idiots" he insisted, removing his tie.

"Yes, they can! They can all be idiots!" Amu replied.

As Amu continued her rant, Ikuto imitated his wife behind her back, mouthing all the things she was saying. Sure they loved each other, but once in a while they just blew up on each other. Well…Amu was mostly the one who did that while Ikuto was usually innocent.

"And!" Amu continued, whipping around to face Ikuto, making him quickly stop making weird facial expressions at her behind her back. "Why didn't you tell my mom about that business loan you took out?" She challenged.

"Aha!" Ikuto exclaimed, throwing down Amu's shoe. "You finally said it! I knew that's why you wer-".

"That's not the reason that I'm ang-".

"Of course it's the reason yo-"

"No! It's not the-"

"Of course it is! Wh-"

"Why couldn't you have just waited!?" Amu yelled, smashing across the room.

"Waited for what?! Look, Kuukai and I want to start a business! We buy a few cars, we get a few clients! That's a career right there. What's your problem?" Ikuto said in disbelief, pulling his shirt off, over his head.

"And what if it doesn't work out? What if we always have to live here?" Amu asked, calming down slightly. "A-and what about me? Do you think I enjoy living in this apartment, and being a realtor, selling houses that I could never live in?…There's other things I want to do with my life".

Ikuto sighed as he watched Amu struggle with trying to get her shirt off. "Okay, like what?" he asked, still watching Amu as she threw her shirt into the dirty clothes pile.

"I don't know…" Amu muttered, shifting her bra, "Just…other things". "Like what? Your job makes you cranky at home everyday. You want to have a baby? Then let's do it!" Ikuto urged, not seeing why it would be a problem.

It must have been the wrong thing to say, since Amu's anger returned. "See! I hate when you do that!". "Do what?" Ikuto asked, tiredly. "'let's have a baby!' La, la, la! In a tiny apartment we can barely move around in!" Amu griped, removing the top blanket off of the bed.

"I'd have to change diapers on the window sill!".

Ikuto just sighed once more. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. But, even though his wife was a crazy PMSing girl, he couldn't help but smile slightly as he watched her complain and imitate him as she stomped around the room, wearing just shorts and a bra.

"You have to have a plan!" Amu continued, throwing a pillow at Ikuto. "You can't just expect everything to work out!". She then groaned, throwing another pillow at her husband. "Why do I have to be the responsible grown up!? Why can't I be the cute, carefree, Japanese guy who sings all the time!?".

Ikuto had to smirk at this, "'Cause you can't sing without making dogs bark?" he guessed, earning another pillow thrown at him. Ikuto closed his eyes, remaining calm.

"Look, Amu. The not necessarily rich people have babies all the time! And if you're so worried about it, why don't you stop buying designer clothes?" he asked, picking up one of her shoes.

"I buy everything on e-bay!" Amu snapped, snatching her shoe out of Ikuto's hand. Ikuto chuckled to himself. Seeing Amu mad was always entertaining to him. Her face would usually get slightly flushed and she never seemed to notice the small things. (like if she was only wearing a bra).

Amu marched into the washroom, grabbing a hairbrush and running it through her pink hair. "Amu" Ikuto said calmly, leaning against the washroom door frame, "Do you want to have a baby?".

"Do you?" Amu asked bitterly.

"Yes".

Amu dropped the hairbrush and pushed past Ikuto, "See? I know what you're really saying even if you don't say it".

Ikuto hastily pushed a lamp fully back onto the dresser after Amu nearly knocking it down. "Oh! You mean the two conversations thing!" he said. "The one we're having, and the one you think we're having!".

"You only said that to my mother, because you're mad at me for not wanting children yet" Amu accused softly. "A-and because…I'm no fun anymore… and 'cause we don't have enough hot, nasty sex".

That made Ikuto raise an eyebrow.

"…Because I'm always bitching about bills. That's what you're really saying, isn't it? Say what you mean". Ikuto sighed deeply, walking closer to his wife.

"Alright…" he began, then smirked as he said the last part, "I do wish we could have more hot, nasty sex". Amu threw another high-heeled shoe at his head for saying that. "…Or the other kind is fine" Ikuto sighed.

The two remained silent as they stared at each other. The only noise audible in the small apartment was the humming of the refrigerator.

"W-what you're really saying is that this isn't the life you wanted, is it?" Amu asked, her voice slightly cracking. A pained expression immediately crawled onto Ikuto's face once he saw Amu's eyes fill up with tears.

"That's not what I'm saying" he said softly. Amu wiped her eyes furiously, managing to not spill a single tear as she started removing a heavy blanket from the bed. "What if this is it, Ikuto? What if this is all there is to our life?".

"What do you mean?" Ikuto questioned, helping Amu remove the blanket. "We're a married couple who may or may not have children, end of story" Amu answered, handing Ikuto the blanket.

Ikuto set the blanket on the floor as he followed Amu to the other side of the room, "Well, what other story is there?".

"I don't know" Amu muttered. Ikuto grabbed Amu's arm, pulling her tightly to his chest as he wrapped his arms securely around her.

"What do you want, Amu? What!? Because I'm tired of trying to figure it out!" He exclaimed, his voice rising. "You want a new apartment? Then I'll take a second job! You want a child, you don't want a child. What?!".

Amu remained silent, asking herself what she wanted.

"Because I know what I want" Ikuto continued. "And I've got it right here in my arms. All I need is you. …But do you know what you want? Because you better tell me now if I'm not it".

Amu managed to get out of Ikuto's grasp. "What? You're going to leave?" She asked, almost as if she was daring Ikuto to. "Do you want me to?" Ikuto asked, in the same tone Amu had.

"I want you to leave if you want to leave, don't use me as an excuse!" Am replied.

"I will leave if you want me to leave".

"Then leave!"

"Don't push me!".

"You want to leave? Then say goodbye!"

Ikuto scoffed as he walked out of the room, towards the door of the apartment. "Kiss me arse!".

"Kiss mine! In Japanese!" Amu retorted as Ikuto slammed the door behind him.

She let out a scoff, sitting on her bed. The apartment was quiet again, which Amu found disturbing. Oh, how she loved Ikuto so much. She always wondered if it could be illegal to love somebody that much. After realizing that he indeed was gone, out of the apartment, Amu had to try her hardest to refrain from crying. She never wanted him to leave.

She slowly stood up, off her bed, with her knees slightly wobbling as she sniffled. Just as she exited the room and stared longingly at the front door, it opened. And Ikuto slowly walked back in, with a pained expression. "Are we finished now, love? …Can I come back?" he asked.

This made Amu burst into tears as she ran across the apartment to him, jumping into his arms. "I'm sorry" she whispered over and over as Ikuto kissed her.

"I'm sorry, love" Ikuto said, kissing Amu rapidly. "I'm sorry I said the wrong thing to your mother". Amu just continued to kiss him as Ikuto carried her over to their bedroom.

"I still get nervous around her" he confessed with a chuckle. "I still think after our 6 years of marriage, she doesn't like me. Maybe I'm just being stupid".

"No, you're not being stupid, hun." Amu said soothingly as Ikuto sat on the bed with her, "She really does not like you, you're not imagining it.". Ikuto furrowed his eyebrows, "Hmm… and here I thought deep down she actually loved me".

Amu giggled softly as she kissed his cheek, "No. She actually doesn't like you. But I was 19 when we got married! You corrupted me with sex and charm… but…the longer it takes you to get your fortune, the less sexier and charming you become".

Ikuto pursed his lips together as he looked down his boxers. "What are you looking for?" Amu asked, completely clueless.

"My balls! I know I had them there a minute ago" Ikuto answered with a smirk. Amu smiled as she wrapped her arms around Ikuto's neck, resting her head on his bare chest.

"My mother thought it was a mistake marrying you…because I loved you too much. It won't last… I don't want to make any mistakes, Ikuto". Ikuto smiled softly, lifting Amu's chin so he could see her eyes.

"Well then you're the wrong species, love. Be a dog". With saying that, he captured her lips once more. "Baby, it's not a mistake…just because we don't exactly have a lot of money" Ikuto soothed. "And we are going to last. You want to know how I know?".

When Amu remained silent as she continued to sit on his lap, Ikuto continued.

"Because I still wake up every morning, and the first thing I want to do is see your face". Amu blushed lightly before she kissed Ikuto again, never wanting to part. "I'm sorry I've been so bitchy lately" Amu said softly, hugging Ikuto tightly.

Ikuto laughed slightly. "One thing you should know, is that you should stop biting my head off and telling me to leave….I'm not going anywhere". Ikuto kissed Amu one more time before Amu saying that she should pick up her shoes, seeing as how they were flung all over the apartment.

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Amu slipped on a nightdress before climbing into bed, yawning widely. "Ikuto, turn off the light!"

she giggled as she watched her husband undress before her. He danced around the room performing a striptease, slowly unbuttoning his white cotton shirt with his long slender fingers. He had randomly put on that shirt, covering his chest, much to Amu's disappointment.

Ikuto raised his left eyebrow towards Amu and allowed the shirt to slide off his shoulder, caught it in his right hand and swung it around his head. Amu giggled again.

"Turn off the light? What, and miss all this?" Ikuto grinned cheekily while flexing his muscles.

He wasn't a vain man but had much to be vain about, Amu thought. His body was strong and perfectly toned, yet slender. At almost six foot, he was tall enough to make Amu feel safe when he stood protectively beside her.

Her heart leaped as he lowered his boxers, caught them on the tip of his toes and flung them at her, where they landed on her head. "Well at least it's darker under here, anyway. The way it would be if someone turned off the light!" Amu laughed.

Ikuto finished his striptease and dove into the bed. He snuggled beside Amu, tucking his freezing feet underneath her legs to warm himself. "Aaaagh! Ikuto, your feet are like ice cubes!"

Amu knew that this position meant he had no intention on budging an inch. "Ikuto" Amu's voice warned.

"Amu" Ikuto mimicked.

"Didn't you forget something?".

"No, not that I know of" he answered. "The light?".

"Ah yes, the light" Ikuto said sleepily, and pretended to snore loudly. "Ikuto!".

"I had to get out of bed and do it last night, as I remember". "Yeah, but you were just standing right beside the switch a second ago!".

"Yes…just a second ago" Ikuto repeated. Amu sighed, she hated having to get back out of bed when she was nice and snug, step onto the cold wooden floor, and then fumble around in the darkness on the way back to the bed.

"I can't do it all the time, you know, Amu. Someday I might not be here and then what will you do?" Ikuto asked. "Get my new husband to do it" Amu huffed, trying her best to kick his cold feet away from hers.

Ikuto snorted, "Fat chance of that happening". "Fine then, I'll turn off the bloody light" Amu grudgingly got out of bed, grimaced as she stepped onto the ice-cold floor and switched off the light.

She held out her arms in the darkness and slowly began to find her way back to the bed. "Hurry up and come back to bed, or I'll start without you" Ikuto teased.

"Yes, I'm coooooooooooooooooowwccch!" Amu yelped as she stubbed her toe against the bedpost. "Shit, shit, shit, fuck, bastard, shit, crap!".

Ikuto snorted and sniggered underneath the duvet. "That'll be number two on my list of what you should be careful of: Bedpost.".

"Oh, shut up, Ikuto, and stop being so morbid" Amu snapped back at him, cradling her poor foot in her hand as she rolled back into the bed. Ikuto managed to somehow find it and kissed it better. "Is that alright now?".

Even though it was dark, Amu could tell that Ikuto was smirking.

"Yes, it's fine" Amu replied, "If I could just put them here so I can warm…".

"Aaaaah! Jesus Christ, they're freezing!!" Ikuto complained, making Amu laugh again.

Ikuto soon got over it and held Amu tightly to his chest, continuing their make-out session. Amu pulled away, making Ikuto quite annoyed.

"I'm sorry for earlier, you know how I can-". "Shut up and kiss me woman!" Ikuto said before concealing Amu's lips once more.

"Crazy bitch, a pain in my arse".