Sym: Why hello there~! Yay! I hope you are all well ^^ Thank you for clicking/reading/ and possibly reviewing this Fanfic =D Whether you love it, or hate it, THANK YOU SOOO MUCH! -Happy tears-

Ikuto: Ignore the Psycho Fangirl over there… -Sweatdrops- To much Sugar and fatigue often drives her towards the brink of insanity…

Sym: Be quite T^T You're so mean Ikuto… BUT WE LOVE YOU ANYWAYS 3 -Glomps-

Ikuto:… Just write the story already and stop acting like an Idiot…

Sym: T^T Yes sir…

Amu: Disclaimer!! Sympho does not own Shugo Chara! If she did… Well, I'm just glad she doesn't.

Sym: Not you too Amu! D: … Anyways! Once again, I hope you like the fic. Just a few heads up, Ran, Miki and Su still exists since I'm not sure how to make heads or tails about Chapter 44 o3o… So I'm just going to keep it simple… THEY BE HERE STILL :3

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My foot tapped impatiently on the tiled floor below, a frown playing on my lips. I quickly pulled the long sleeve that draped across my wrist back to glance at my watch once again.

8:02 AM

I sighed, crossing my arms across my chests, and I could only imagine a sour look of impatience now gracing my features. I fiddled with my the end of my sleeve slightly as I could feel my mind wandering away from reality once more.

I could feel Su taking a small section of my Pink hair, pulling down on it slightly, and then separating that small section into three. Once satisfied, she began slowly twirling them together. Miki protested, saying something along the lines of ", A braid will only ruin the refined sense of style that I emphasized with the outfit!" Or at least, that's what I guess she had said. Su replied, happily and in an understanding way. She let go of my hair and pulled the start of the braid she had made, apart.

Refined, huh? So that's the style Miki was aiming for when she chose the Outfit I was currently wearing. Though I had protested when Miki chose out an outfit, she said that it was a special day that needed a special outfit… I'm seventeen now… Having my clothing picked out for me feels a bit awkward. Though, it would be a lie to say that the outfit the little Blue Chara had chosen for the day was bad! It was simplistic, but just my style! It left my shoulders exposed, as the blouse started just below my collar bone, and the sleeves staring just parallel to the shirt. The sleeves themselves were long, extending past my fingertips actually. The shirt had vertical stripes, in the monochrome colors of black and white. I wore a pair of black, denim shorts, that had a somewhat faded grey patch on the right pocket, and the bottoms of the shorts seeming somewhat worn and ragged. The shorts weren't 'too' short though, reaching just below the middle of my thighs. A pair of stripped socks, matching the pattern on my shirt, reached my knees. My hair, was pulled to the side in a wild ponytail, the ever so familiar X-clip holding it up. This X-clip was White though, rather than the more common Red and Black ones I used to wear… I wasn't entirely sure what Miki meant by this, but she said every part of the outfit had some sort of significant meaning to it… She wouldn't say what either.

Nearby, I could hear the voices of my friends, mixing with the chatter amongst the crowd. It certainly was a crowded day… I've never seen an Airport so busy! Then again, I rarely visit them, but that doesn't matter, it was just packed! I glanced around again…

Still no sign of him yet.

I turned to look at my friends once more, who stood only a few paces behind me… Utau, Kukai, Tadase, Yaya, Rima, Nagihiko… All of us here waiting patiently for his return…

I looked forward once more, pulling back my sleeve and glancing at watch again…

8:07 AM

GAH! Time was just crawling now! This is ridiculous. I swear, when I see him, I'm kicking defiantly kicking his butt for taking so long! I don't care if he's only seven minutes late, or he can't control when the Plane arrives. I want to see him now, dammit!

I mentally laughed… It seemed like so much had changed between us in just five years…Even if I haven't seen his face since the day he departed. Five years ago, I would have been glad to be as far away from him as possible, but now, I couldn't bear to be away from him! It's been five years! But, don't get me wrong, we didn't stop talking for those five years while he was in America searching for his father…

Luckily, I still knew his Cell phone number. Remembering those weird text messages he had sent the day before he had said he was to leave… I never did delete those messages, and I guess it turned out to be a great thing I didn't! I would often Text him, and he would respond but in a very bland way, as if he really didn't want to communicate with me, but he eventually dropped the act, and staring acting like himself over the phone. Flirty, weird, teasing… But at the same time the still nice, kind and understanding person I had grown to know.

When I was fourteen, my Father passed away. He had developed a series Heart-Problem over the years, my mother guessed he had built up to much stress from 'worrying about boys getting near his little Sparrows,' but we all knew that wasn't why, and it was one of the only ways we could ever get a smile on our faces during those times… His death really did impact our family.

Mama… I'm not sure how much heartache she must have felt… I mean, her and Papa had been together for the longest time, and it such a short moment he was snatched away… Me and Ami had known him since the day we came into this world, and always did look up to him. Poor Ami, her and Papa were so close, but he was no longer there to fawn over her while she sung or freak out when she talked about the boys she 'liked' in her class. They cried and cried, yet I couldn't shed a tear, or at least, not when they were around. I was just as upset as they were. I had Papa around for fourteen years… Fourteen, but that was no more. While they cried though, I guess I took the 'adult' role. I was there to make sure Ami was wearing a smile on her face while she left for school, and there to make sure Mama wasn't stressing herself over a new article. I guess you could say I took my father's role- though I could not fill his shoes.

When Mama and Ami weren't around, I let my own grievances run free. No one saw me cry besides my Charas, and I had to keep it hidden from everyone close to me at this time. My façade could not falter, my family needed the 'Cool and Spicy' Amu now… I always wondered if Mama suspected that I may have hidden my true feelings, but she never asked me if it was an act…

During the next two years, I become somewhat introverted. My emotions became locked up inside me, and there was no key to release them. I always wore a happy smile, or a 'cool' frown, but never did I show sadness. But this caused pain. You can only hold so much emotion in for so long… Before it starts to tear you to pieces, physically, mentally and emotionally. Somehow, during this time, Ikuto managed to figure out that something was bugging me, for I had never told him about my Father... I'm not sure how, considering the fact that our only line of communication was through text messages. He knows me to well…

He would always ask me 'Is something bugging you?' or 'What's on your mind?' I would ignore those and start a new conversation. His concern began to grow and he would ask me more and more often. It didn't take long before I told him… It was a rather nice feeling, letting all my troubles, worries and feelings finally escape. Maybe it was because I knew he was far, far away in America, but it was very easy to confide what I felt to him… He reassured me and tried to make me feel better. It did work to. Even if the communication line was through Lifeless technology, I knew he was there listening… I knew that he cared.

Maybe it was then when I was finally able to admit to myself that I loved him. I may have known it long before, when he left to find his father, but for once, I was able to admit it to myself. Would I ever be able to tell him? I rather doubt I could muster the courage to tell him, even if he had already confessed to me… I did love him, for he was kind, understanding and very caring. Even if he often had a perverted side, was it just a way to hide his 'real-self?' I wonder…

It seems I was pulled out of reality completely, for I never heard the excited squeal of Utau, or the friendly greetings that my friends made as he appeared… Or at least I didn't realize this until I felt two arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back against a lean yet muscular chest.

It didn't take a brain Surgeon to guess who this was… I felt a smile tug on the sides of my lips. I was prepared to turn around, greet him and finally see the face of the person who left our lives for years… That was until he placed his chin on my head, tightening the embrace even more. I mentally laughed. Either I was he was my 'Captor' or my 'protector.' Either way, I didn't struggle at all (Which was probably surprising to all of us.) Instead, I just smiled and greeted him in a happy and merry way…

"Welcome back… Ikuto."

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Sym: xD Yay! Chapter one is finally done :P But it was lame huh? I just kinda wanted to give you guys an understanding of the closeness between these two over the Past five years that he has been gone… xD Amu seems OOC…? Maybe… ._. Dun worry, next Chapter should have Amuto in it and hopefully by the End of Chapter 2 or during Chapter three, I'll introduce the actual plot to you guys! It's not called 'Unrivaled temptation' for nothing ;3

Ikuto: Sym is mean… She said my name once throughout the whole Chapter…-Sighs-

Sym: D: Ikutooo! Don't woory, there will be plenty of you next Chapter

Ikuto: -Not satisfied-

Amu: I'm scared T^T But please… R&R!