I do not own Shugo Chara! and it's affiliates.
Since my friend, PrincessSerenity2630 is obsessed with Kuukamu, I figured I'd give it a try. It's my first time writing it, so I apologize if they seem a bit OOC. Kuukai isn't my best writing character.
And a special thank you to my friend, pyrolyn-776 for thinking of the title!
Hope you like it!
A rain drop fell on her pink head of hair. Followed by another. Then another. And then dozens more. Before she knew it, it was pouring rain. She ran as fast as she could to get home, attempting to stay as dry as possible. Knowing that she would still be soaked to the bone even if she ran home, Amu decided to stay out and enjoy the rain. Like most showers during late spring, the rain was warm, and walking through it felt as though you were taking a warm shower with clothes on. As unappealing as that would sound to most people, Amu enjoyed the experience immensely.
The Guardian twirled around lightly in the rain, basking in the feel of the warm crystalline drops falling onto her skin, soaking into her tank top and capris. Sighing, Amu reveled in the serenity of the feeling, enjoying the peace and quiet to its fullest. Since her charas were all at home, playing dress up in Ami's doll clothes, she had the day to herself.
And since it's a weekend, it means that I have no Guardian business today, she thought happily.
"Hinamori?" a voice called from behind her. Kuukai. Amu hadn't even heard him walk up to her. "What are you doing out here?" he asked.
She turned around, taking in his soaked appearance. Shrugging, she replied, "Nothing much. Just figured I'd take advantage that Ran, Miki, and Suu are home." He nodded. "What are you doing here?" Amu added questioningly.
"Same, I guess. Daichi's with Kiseki, so I have the day to myself."
Giggling, she asked, "Are they playing, "Conquer the World" again?"
"Yeah." Kuukai grimaced. "Doubt Daichi's gonna like that."
Amu gave him a nod in agreement, letting her eyes run over his soaked body. His clothes clung to his nicely toned body, his damp brown hair sticking to his forehead above his sparkling emerald eyes. She felt my cheeks heat up slightly when she realized she was checking him out.
Kuukai noticed her faint blush. "Hinamori, you alright?" he asked, placing a hand on her forehead. "You're cheeks are red."
Her flush deepened at the contact. "I'm fine, Kuukai. Perfectly fine," she reassured, shivering slightly as a cool breeze passed them. Kuukai didn't even seem to notice
He frowned. "Hinamori, you're shaking. Do you want to go home? I'll walk you there." Kuukai offered.
"No! I'm fine! I don't want to go home just yet," the shivering person protested, rubbing her arms for more warmth. She looked down at the ground, slightly embarrassed at her childish remark.
"Then let's go to mine." Her head shot up at hearing his proposal.
"I-it's fine. I'll just stay out here for a bit longer. Or go to a store or something and wait out the rain."
Kuukai shook his head. "Nope! We'll go to mine!" he stated adamantly. "It's closer than at any store, so you won't get sick! My parents won't mind. They're out at some mall right now, so it'll be fine. 'Sides," he added with a wink, "I don't want to do your Guardian work for you when you do get sick."
Chuckling softly at his remark, she nodded. "Okay."
"Yosh! Let's go, Hinamori!" her friend exclaimed, taking her small hand in his. She blushed once more at his touch. "If I do this, you won't get lost." he reasoned.
Abruptly taking off in a sprint, Amu could barely keep up with him. He led her through a neighborhood, taking many sharp twists and turns. Several sharp turns and near-falls later, they reached house. It was still raining when they arrived.
Opening the door, Kuukai motioned for her to come in. When she entered, he shut it with a gentle click, kicking off his shoes. He called for his parents. At the lack of response, Kuukai gave her a shrug before walking to his kitchen. After taking off her shoes, she entered his house timidly, examining his humble abode. It was a modest home, the stylish exterior screaming, "chic and cozy!" at you. Whoever designed it had very good taste.
"Hinamori! My room's up here!" Kuukai called from the top of the stairs, a water bottle hanging limply in his hand. She followed him, careful not to drip a puddle in every place she stepped. He had waited until she reached the stairs before heading to his room, motioning for Amu to follow him. The pink headed girl looked around the long hallway, examining the paintings that hung on the walls. Sometime during her daze, Kuukai had shrugged off his shirt. "Hinamori, come on. We gotta change!"
Blushing at his shirtless state, she stuttered a small "okay," before following him into his room.
Despite the neatness of the majority of his house, Kuukai's room seemed as though a cyclone had blown through the area. Clothes, books, and other various trinkets were scattered everywhere. For a moment, she nearly lost sight of Kuukai when he was crouched over, digging through his drawer.
He pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt. After taking a delicate sniff, deeming that they were clean, he handed them to her. "You can wear these until your clothes dry out." The soccer player gave her a sheepish smile. "Our dryer's on the fritz, so I can't dry our clothes out."
Amu laughed. "It's fine. I'll just wear these." Noticing that he was still staring at her, she blushed for the third time that day (Damn, what is with me!? Amu thought violently.). "K-Kuukai. I kind of need to change…" she trailed off, her golden irises fixed on him in an expecting gaze.
Kuukai blinked once before letting out a loud, "Oh!" and turning around abruptly. Even with his (still shirtless) back towards her, she could still see the massive blush on his tanned cheeks. "S-sorry." he muttered.
"I-it's fine." Amu replied, turning around to change into his clothes. When she was finished, she asked him, "Kuukai? Aren't you going to change?"
He mumbled a brief question, asking if she was decent or not. Amu giggled at his modesty before agreeing. He whipped his head around, remnants of his previous blush still on his face. "I was going to. But I figured I'd wait for you to change first," he answered, handing her a bag for her clothes that had mysteriously materialized in his hand. "You can wait downstairs while I change."
The Joker nodded, accepting the bag before following his directions. Once out of his sight, she took an inconspicuous sniff of his shirt. It smelled like him. A soothing scent of grass and fresh rain with a hint of sweat. Unsatisfied with the small sniff, she took a deep whiff of it, walking in a daze the rest of the small trip.
When Kuukai came down several minutes later, he was carrying a towel on his arm and one around his neck. He tossed the one on his arm – a pink and fluffy one – to Amu. Catching it, she wrung out her hair (It was the same shade as the towel!), thoroughly toweling it afterwards. When she looked up, Kuukai was doing the same thing.
Once he was finished, he looked at her and let out a loud laugh. "Your hair!" Kuukai choked out, pointing a long finger towards her head.
Amu glanced towards her reflection in their television. She was appalled at her appearance. Her hair was sticking out all over the place, frizzing out and puffing up.
"I… I have an AFRO!" Amu's expression turned from appalled, to humiliated, before returning to the former.
At this, Kuukai nearly doubled over in hysterics at her mortified expression. Wiping away tears of mirth from his eyes, he walked over and ruffled her hair, further messing it up. "Don't be so concerned about your hair. It's pretty no matter how it looks." The last sentence seemed to have slipped out before Kuukai could stop it. His green eyes widened in embarrassment before a blush stained his cheeks once more.
She blushed (AGAIN!?) at his compliment as an awkward silence took over them, both kids blushing like idiots. A low growl emitting from Kuukai's stomach cut through the silence, surprising the both of them. He gave her a sheepish grin before saying, "I'm hungry. Want anything to eat?"
Giving a noncommittal shrug, Amu accepted the offer, following him to the kitchen. She snickered when she saw Kuukai struggling with a pan. Taking the pan from his hands, she placed it back into the open cabinet and taking out a small pot. "Is ramen alright?" she asked. When he agreed, she filled the pot with water before putting it on his stove, turning it on to begin boiling the water. "Where's the ramen?"
He pointed to the top cabinet. "Second shelf." Kuukai informed her. She nodded. Opening the cabinet, Amu found that she couldn't reach the food. Chuckling at her misfortune, Kuukai plucked two packs of instant ramen off of the shelf before handing them to his friend. "I didn't know you were that short, Hinamori."
Sending him a mock glare, she sniffed, "I happen to be an average height. You're just freakishly tall."
He chuckled at her retort before ushering her to return to cooking.
After adding the seasoning for the broth, she stirred the pot gently. "Isn't the senpai supposed to cook for their kohai? Not the other way around?" Amu joked.
Kuukai stuck her tongue out at her. "Whatever," was all he could manage before chortling good-naturedly.
Deciding that their meal was done, Amu ordered her friend to get her two plates and chopsticks before pouring half the noodles into each bowl. Sitting down at Kuukai's kitchen table, her bowl in hand, she began to slurp them up enthusiastically, Kuukai following with equivalent vigor.
A mere ten minutes later, they finished their meal, eating the last of the contents at the exact same time. They spent another several minutes arguing about who finished first before agreeing that they were too engrossed in their food to accurately determine the winner (since when had it become a race?).
Kuukai briefly glanced out the door. "Looks like it stopped raining," he remarked. "Want me to walk you home, Hinamori?"
Amu shook her head. "Nah, I'll be okay," she told him, pulling on her shoes. "But thanks for letting me wait out the rain here."
"You're welcome here any time." Kuukai quipped cheerfully.
Gripping the bag her clothes were in tightly, she looked up at Kuukai before giving him a quick peck on his cheek. In embarrassment, she ran out his door, not bothering to hear his response. Before she could reach his front gate, Amu felt a strong hand catch her wrist. Turning to face her captor, she looked into a pair of smoldering jade eyes. The girl let out a small gasp when she felt Kuukai place her a gentle kiss on her lips. He pulled back all too soon and he rested his forehead on hers.
"I really do mean it," Kuukai murmured. "You're welcome with me any time."
Amu sent him a heartfelt smile, despite her current appearance as a relative of the tomato. "Thanks, Kuukai," she whispered sincerely.
"Ne, Hinamori?"
She hummed inquisitively.
"Can I call you Amu?"
Pondering his request momentarily, she let out a soft, "Of course."
Kuukai pulled away from her, still grasping her arm, grinning brightly. "Arigatou, Amu!"
Giggling at his fervor, she said, "No problem." Amu pulled herself out of his grasp. "I really do have to go, though. It's getting late," she commented. Taking a few steps towards her home, she paused before turning back to Kuukai. Waving goodbye, Amu called, "Ja ne, Kuukai! See you at school!"
He returned the wave, beaming at her. "See you there, Amu!"
Giving one last wave, Amu turned and ran home. She slowed as she felt several rain drops fall onto her (still messy) hair once more. Clutching her clothes to her chest, Amu sprinted the rest of the distance to her house. When she reached her home, Amu turned to look out the door one last time before entering.
I love the rain…
It was funny how something inanimate could give them the extra nudge they needed.
My first Kuukamu! Heh, I hope you liked it.
Reviews are greatly appreciated!
