This is Ni-Chan. Wooh! My own fanfic. Enjoy (if you want)!
Ikuto: You betta' give me a good part in this one, or...
Ni-Chan: Or what?
Ikuto: or I'll...I'll...
Ni-Chan: Face it Ikuto, you can't threaten me, I'm indestructible. -Falls off chair- OW!
Ikuto: Tee hee (Ni-Chan: Oy!) She doesn't own Shugo Chara!
(AN: In this story, Amu is 22, and Ikuto is 27. (If the age gap between Amu and Ami is wrong, please tell me.))
Note: Even if I come across as one, I am not a lesbian! (Please, don't even mention it!)
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--Part 1—
As the morning sun beat down on the office chair, Amu breathed out a sigh of relief; she had managed to get her designs in on time. Finally, her new line of clothes, AMULET, would soon be coming out in most shops. Around her study, hung various photos of models in AMULET clothes, rough sketchings, and a framed certificate of a Degree in Graphic Designs. The floor was carpeted by a girly, pink rug, the same shade as Amu's hair.
'Come here Kissa' she called to her faithful, midnight black cat. She had always been a cat- girl.
'Nya' came her response.
She opened the big French doors and sat out on the balcony, enjoying the fresh air she had missed over the last few days, cooped up in her office.
'Amuuuu' Roxie called from outside. 'Open the door, you big lumbering idiot!'
'Just coming, err...Ro...Rock...' Amu laughed, as she tried to pronounce the name. She opened the door and Roxie came in. Roxie was from England, but her mother was Japanese, so she had moved to Japan after her parents had split up. If you glanced once at Roxie, you would see a moody, unfriendly and mean Goth. But, if you looked at her twice, you would see warmth in her eyes. She was very kind, and Amu's best friend. It was probably the gothic clothes she wore that gave people the false impression. Today, she was wearing a black corset, tied at the front with long ribbons, black and red hand warmers, and a very, very mini chequered skirt.
'Hello Amu!' Cried Ran, Miki and Suu, Amu's Charas. For some reason, her Charas hadn't disappeared as she grew older.
'We had such a great time with Rock' Ran said, calling Roxie by her favourite nickname. Roxie could also see the Charas; she had had a Chara when she was younger, but it had gone back inside her when her parents split up.
'Yer' Miki and Suu put in, enthusiastically.
'Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you. Your brand's coming into shops this Friday. They're having a grand opening!' Roxie squeaked excitedly, getting higher and higher in pitch with each word.
'That's great!' Exclaimed Amu, equally excited.
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The main doors closed behind him with a small 'click'. Pausing to check out the newest receptionist, Ikuto picked up a magazine and started riffling through the pages. Deciding that God could have done better, he put the magazine down, and went to the coffee machine. There, he quickly poured himself some coffee, and exited out of the doors leading to his office.
'So, is she a stunner, or a troll?' Asked the eager voice of Ikuto's mate, Riki.
'A troll. She's got a big bum.' Ikuto informed his friend.
'Shame.' Riki sighed.
'Yer.'
'Hey, you know what?' Riki asked excitedly.
'Huh?' Ikuto lit a fag.
'The new brand of clothes, AMULET, is coming out in shops this Friday. They're having a grand opening down town. I was thinking we could take a look.'
The name sounded slightly familiar to Ikuto. 'Nah, I've never been into clothes.'
'No, neither me. But there will be loads of women there shopping. Loads of women. Seriously, you've never been to an opening before. They go ballistic.'
'What, and you have been.' Ikuto smirked.
'Suki made me. That's why I dumped her.' Riki pulled a face.
'If I remember correctly, she dumped you'
'That's not the point. Anyway, I'm sure we'll be able to find someone with a nice butt.'
'Right. You're on'
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Amu bit her fingernails as she waited for the mayor to arrive. It was 2 hours before the opening, and already hundreds of girls, and boys, surrounded her.
'Hinamori Amu, can I please have your autograph.' A little girl with small pigtails held up a piece of blank paper and a pen.
'Uh...yes, of course.' Amu had always been good with kids. The little girl looked down at the swirly signature, smiled, and skipped off to show her parents. Just behind the girl's parents, three smiling faces waved at her.
'Mama, papa, Ami!' Amu exclaimed, as people moved out of the way of her parents. Roxie appeared at her side to meet her parents.
'Everyone, this is Rock, and Rock, these are my parents.' Roxie went to shake Amu's dad's hand, then remembered, and bowed.
'My pleasure to meet you.' Amu's parent's bowed back.
'And this is my sister, Ami. She is 12 years old. The two girls exchanged greetings.
'Shouldn't we go see if the mayor has arrived yet? It's gonna be in my magazine. Story of the week!' Amu's mum looked at her watch and glanced at the car park, looking out for a black limousine.
'Yeh, OK. Let's go.' Amu ushered the group of five to a more discreet place, with a better view of the car park. 'We'll wait here.'
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Ikuto looked up and down the rows of girls, seeing if he could see the perfect one for him. He knew it would be easy for him to coax one in, what with his amazing dark blue hair, and dark eyes. There was a girl in the front row, with cherries on her dress, that looked pretty nice, but she wasn't for him. He preferred strawberries.
'How long is this going to take?' He complained to Riki, secretly enjoying the atmosphere around him.
'Come on, stop moaning. It's opening in ten minutes. Look, here's the mayor, he's shaking the designer's hand. Ooh, she's hot!'
Ikuto couldn't be bothered to look around, and just shrugged; reminding himself it had been four hours since he last ate, for the tenth time that day.
'Come on. Let's go get a closer look.' Riki pulled on Ikuto's arm, dragging him over to a nearer place. He could see the back of the girl now. She looked slightly familiar. Then she turned around, and caught his eye.
'Hinamori Amu.'
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Amu turned around, intent on making her speech, and caught the eye of a very familiar boy.
'Tsukiyomi Ikuto.'
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To be continued...
