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Well hi. I'm Hinamori Amu.

And this is my story.


I woke up at the sound of my sister, Ami, screaming before me. I never really intended to unlock the door of my room. It just so happens that cause of exhaustion I forgot to lock it. Well, I'm already fully awake, there's probably no harm on that, I suppose. The clock says 6:31 AM. School starts in an hour. I better get ready.

I slipped on my uniform. I just couldn't face the fact that we, girls, have to wear skirts. I mean we can't jump or run or do cartwheels while wearing a skirt. Man can also have the advantage of us, girls, who wear skirts. I could probably list a hundred of reasons why I oppose skirts but I'll be wasting my precious time.

"Hinamori Amu-sama, breakfast is ready." The butler said as I tied my Zoo-york skating shoe and neaten my lose hoodie.

"Thanks Bret." I said as I dashed towards the kitchen and grabbed a piece of toasted bread. Bret isn't his name though, I got used to calling our old dead-thief butler Bret. So that's why I call him Bret. Te-he.

"Prepare the car. I'll take my leave." Was what I commanded then took my bag.

"Which one would you prefer, Hinamori Amu-sama?" Bret said as he took out four car keys.

"Key number 4. I don't need a flashy car just for school." I said then waited at the front our main door. The white car now stood in front of me as the driver, Pete, opened the door for me. He drove swiftly as we now reached my school.

At precisely 7:26 AM, my target will now walk towards his locker. There he is, right on time. I guess now's my cue. I wish myself luck.

"Yo, Hotori." I said as I slapped his back.

"H-hinamori-san. Ohayo." My blonde target said as he smiled and faced me.

"Yeah, say, you wanna catch a baseball game on Saturday with…me?" I turned around then clenched my fists. Say yes, say yes, please say yes!

"I-i have…an a-appointment. Sorry."

"Tch, nah it's cool."

"Well then."

I blew it. I totally blew it. I mean it's obvious that he doesn't like me. I saw him date a dozen of girly-girls. I'm like, the opposite of them. Damn, does this mean I have to be one of them just to make him date or even like me? What the fuck! This is worlds end! I can't wear those frilly ruffled things mom buys me. It's against my will, my dignity! But…if it's for Tadase, I'll have to do it, even if it means jeopardizing my reputation.

But the main question is: HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO PULL IT OFF?!

While I slumber in deep thoughts, the sight of someone, with groupies behind him, walked pass by. He was declared the idol of our campus. He is as smart as me, not as rich as me though a little bit more popular than me. He has the looks, the talent and of course, the charm. In theory, I am one of the few people who hasn't fallen for him, and I don't actually plan on doing so, my heart belongs to none other than Tadase. He can get any girl whenever he wants. That is how Tsukiyomi Ikuto rolls.

BAM!! An imaginary hand slapped the hell out of me. This is perfect. I bet he can help me. He could turn me into something suitable, something worth looking at, something admirable, something beautiful, something perfect.


Time has passed by a little too fast for my expectations. Classes are now over, and according to my theory, Tsukiyomi Ikuto is now heading for his violin practice. This will be a perfect chance to talk to him since all his groupies are asked never to disturb him during his practice hours.

I walked hurriedly to the music room to find myself alone with Tsukiyomi Ikuto. Honestly, we've had our fights a couple of years ago, but I bet he's forgotten them already.

"Hinamori Amu, are you lost? It seems like your thick ghetto outfit suffocated you and led you here." Oh great, did I ever mention he's a dick? Nah, I probably forgot. This is one of the reasons why I'll never fall for that idiot.

"Funny, Tsukiyomi Ikuto. But I'm afraid I have some business to discuss with you."

"What is it, hag?"

"The company, I mean your company, Easter has some debt to pay. May I remind you that without our financial support, you wouldn't be where you are right now?"

"…"

"I plan on canceling the amount of debt you still owe."

"Oh really, where's the catch?"

"Simple, really. You know the caterpillar turns into a butterfly, don't you?"

"...get to the point."

"I need you to turn me into a butterfly."

Silence now ruled over the music room. After 12.1 seconds he laughed, hysterically.

"You want me to turn you into a butterfly?!" He was still laughing, snickering in victory.

"…yes." I said as I bowed my head. He walked towards me, he placed his violin with his bow on a chair near me, then tilted my head. I was now looking up to see his brilliant evening blue eyes and his white porcelain skin. The priceless smirk was now drawn on his face. Victory is his.

"You got yourself a deal miss tomboy. I'm up for a little challenge."


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