Disclaimer I do not own Shugo Chara or any other anime/manga mentioned in this fan fiction.

Summary: Ikuto Tsukiyomi is the most popular guy at school. Every girl is at his feet. All except one, Amu Hinamori. She is the athletic, artistic, caring(sometimes), and outgoing. She wold be the perfect girl if it weren't for one issue. She hates guys to death. No one know why, but she just does. So, when Ikuto becomes interested in Amu will she have a change of heart, or will she break his heart?

Author's Note: 'Ello! I am glad you have chosen to read my wonderful fan fiction. So please R&R. I live on reviews! No, really I'm dieing from starvation right now. Some IMPORTANT in this fan fiction Amu is fifteen going on sixteen, and Ikuto is a year older. So be prepared for OOCness, slightly bad grammar and spelling, and a crazy romance bound to have… Issues….

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Amu looked out onto the streets. It was a nice day could say. The sun was shining. A few pure white clouds. The temperature wasn't cold, but it wasn't too hot. Everyone seemed happy enough. At least that's what it seemed. Then on the school scene arrived oh so wonderful Ikuto Tsukiyomi. Amu sighed. Today was the same as always. It wasn't like Amu hated Ikuto personally. She hated guys in general. They date a girl, play around, than they just break their heart. That was how it always was, and Amu suspected Ikuto was no difference.

Amu was sitting in class right now. School wouldn't start for another half and hour. That was a fairly time early to come. Unfortunately, ever since that Ikuto boy started coming earlier so did everybody else. When Amu finally thought she could escape everyone else. Luckily, most of the obsessive fan girls were gathering down there to watch Ikuto. Unfortunately though, the more "intelligent" ones came into this classroom for a few reasons. One, you have a perfect view of Ikuto because it was close to the ground; two, you could catch Ikuto off doing something "sexy" while he lowered his guard; three, he wouldn't notice you and classify you as a fan girl to avoid; and last but not least, you could stare at him without being interrupted. "Eeeep! It's Ikuto-senpai!" "Don't call Tsukiyomi-sama by his first name!" "Sorry!" "Gosh, you are such a noob fan girl!" "I'm so sorry." "Tsukiyomi-sama, can I help carry you books." Sad, Amu could hear everything clearly even though they were outside. At this point she just tuned everything out.

The bell rang on time as usual. The teacher walked in slowly. Too slowly Amu thought. The teacher was a young man. Around his mid-twenties probably. He had medium length blond hair and was way to pale. He was a very feminine looking man. "Okay class quiet down and stop talking about cat boy Ikuto-san," the teacher, Tsukasa Amakawa, spoke loudly but gently. Class went on as usual. It wasn't a very exciting class period.

Art class was about to begin. That was one of Amu's favorite parts of school. "So, students we have a surprise! We will be pairing up with your senpai's for portraits today!" A burst of screams exploded from the room. Most of which were girls. If you looked around though you could see a few guys excited. "I will let you socialize for about ten minutes. After observations I will decide who you should pair up with." Amu stared out despondently. "So, we are going to waste ten minutes so stupid fan girls can get nose bleeds. Yay!" Amu thought sarcastically.

In came the students one by one. Amu was hardly paying attention though. That was until another shrill scream came out. Amu was afraid to, but she had to. She looked towards the entrance. There standing was a horrible boy wearing an unbuttoned and ruffled blazer, a loose and crooked tie, jeans, which are definitely not with in the school regulations, and ear piercing, also against school regulation. There standing was idiot Ikuto Tsukiyomi. Let the nose bleeding begin.

Amu sat at her easel ignoring all guys that came up to her.. She wasn't super means to girl, but hey, fan girls got on her nerves. Of course, every boy tried to make conversation with the pinked hair girl. It was a lie to say she wasn't attractive. She had a reasonably sized chest. It wasn't average size, but they definitely weren't huge. Amu had well defined curves, and picture perfect golden copper eyes. Yes, she was definitely attractive, but she had a horrid attitude to all guys. Even the high and mighty Ikuto couldn't get more than two words out of he, shut up.

So, the ten minutes passed slowly. Way too slowly. It was pretty much torture to Amu. Finally the teacher called the long awaited end of this seemingly endless killing. Of brain cells. So, you could see how excited everyone was for pair ups. One by one they the pairs were called. Girls looked down as they were paired up with a guy not name Ikuto, and one that was jumping with joy because they were extremely desperate.

Amu looked around frantically. There were only a few others left. A girl named Nadeshiko, a senpai named Kukai, and a senpai named… Ikuto. Amu hoped she wouldn't be paired up with that purple blue haired boy. No she would die if she was. "Okay, um let's see, Ikuto Tsukiyomi and…." the teacher pause. He must be doing this on purpose. Seconds past but they felt like hours. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. "Oh just say it already!!" Amu screamed out in frustration. Everybody turned to the pink haired girl. Such an unusual outburst from the usually calm girl. "Okay okay, Kukai Sohma." He smiled devilishly. "Oh god he must hate me," Amu was relieved though how perfect was this?

"Ugh…" Nadeshiko said suddenly.

"Ugh? Ugh? Oh no that doesn't sound good. Are you okay?" Amu rushed to her side and so did Kukai and Ikuto.

"My stomach… It hurts! I need to get my medicine!"

"Can you bear it?" Kukai asked insensitively.

"NO!!" Kukai rushed Nadeshiko to the nurse while Amu stared at the only other left. No. No. No. No! Oh but it was yes. Ikuto grinned oh so stunningly.

Time passing… Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Okay, thirty minutes later! Okay no where near long enough to finish a drawing, but I don't care!

"God, could you just sit still for a moment! Stop socializing with your brain dead fan girls and… Fan boys!!" Amu yelled. Her face was red with anger.

"Pft, whatever."

"You need to be sketching me too you know!"

"Yeah yeah yeah."

Amu glared at Ikuto and continue to work on her drawing. She hated to say it, but Ikuto was a wonderful model. His features were so nicely proportioned. He was a artist's dream. Now, if only he would stop irking around. Ikuto mentioned something about being done for the day too. So they exchanged drawings. Amu inspected Mr. Perfect's drawing. She sighed, it was expertly drawn, but it seemed like no emotion was put it in. It was so... Dead. You looked at it, and you would think for a moment, "wow, this is amazing. The shading ins wonderful, I'm not even sure it's a drawing," but then you think, "Um... I don't know why, but looking at this drawing makes me feel depressed." Amu was amazed by the deadness. Such a lively guy surely couldn't draw this, right?

Ikuto looked toward Ms. Hateful's drawing. When he looked at it he nearly fell over. He stared at it without blinking. He couldn't believe his eyes. Something about it was weird. Every line was perfect, but that wasn't what made it so wonderful. You know how they say a picture is worth a million words? It was drawings like this that made that expression. Such a introverted girl couldn't draw this, right? Ikuto was sure now. He was so sure. This girl would be his.

Author's Note: Wow, two pages on size ten font. I am proud of myself. I know that isn't super long, but hey, I'm just a teenager. With the society we live in you're lucky I could even write this much. Ah I really hope you will review this. It will fuel me to continue! No, really that's what motivates me. Also sorry for the mistakes. I do not have a beta or will ever have one. I am much to lazy and suck too much at grammar and descriptiveness.