Sometimes —actually, it happens a lot— I'll listen to music when I write a chapter. Don't ask me what I listened to during this chapter, it would be multiple songs for various paragraphs. But listening to certain songs puts me in the mood to write a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT fic from the one I am writing. Talk about an inspiration killer.

Enjoy~

Squeak… Squeak…

A tall, blue-haired man stood in front of a sink filled with soapy water as he dried a plate.

Squeak… Squeak…

On the counter next to him sat a stack of already dry dishes and a simple gold ring. Tsukiyomi Ikuto set down the plate he was drying onto the stack of already dried dishes and picked up the wedding band with a damp hand. "Married, huh?" He thought as he slipped the ring onto the fourth finger of his left hand. Ikuto picked up the dishes he had finished cleaning and put them in their appropriate cabinet, relishing the gentle clink of metal touching glass. "Four years and we celebrate our wedding anniversary on a plane to meet with a sponsor. Not ideal, but…." Ikuto couldn't keep the small but naughty smile from forming. "Amu did promise," he said leaving the mice in the walls —which he was currently unaware of— to wonder what it was that Amu had actually promised him.

Four gourmet chocolate muffins sat neatly in a plastic tray on the dining room table. In one of them, Ikuto had stuck a toothpick with a paper banner that read, "Happy Anniversary".

"Amu," he called down the hall. No response. "Amu, it's almost noon; it's past time to get up." Still no response. Ikuto got up from the table and walked down the hall to his bedroom. "Amu, are you even awake?" Nope. Under a pile of blankets was his sleeping wife. Ikuto started for the bed and was about to call Amu's name again, more loudly than before, when an idea slowly came to fruition in his mind. He diverted his course for the en suite.

It was a nice, roomy bathroom, with double sinks and a separate shower and bath. Ikuto walked across the floor toward the tub, slippers slapping against the linoleum tile. The tub, freestanding soho in design that blended nicely with the modern-styled bathroom, was a fairly new addition. Amu had wanted a freestanding tub since before they were married. In the beginning he denied her request but —after an unexpected and appreciated bonus in his last summer paycheck— he decided having a larger bathtub would be nice. After all, a larger bathtub did have its advantages. For the first week after it had been installed, Amu spent every minute she could spare in the more-than-spacious tub. Once, she had even asked to have her meal in it —a situation Ikuto had quickly remedied with an offer of him being her meal.

Ikuto filled the pearl-white tub with steaming water, adding a splash of Amu's favorite bath incense to the running water. While the tub was filling, Ikuto peeked out of the bathroom to see if Amu had woken up. Pink strands of hair were visible sticking out from under the duvet. He turned off the water and returned to the bedroom.

"Amu?" he asked, sitting on the bed next to her. He gently shook her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up. No luck, the pinkette continued to sleep. He shook her a little harder, calling her name a little louder. A glass of water Amu had left out on the bedside table the previous night caught his eye. He stuck his second, third, and fourth finger of each hand into the cool water and then slid his wet fingers under Amu's nightshirt and onto the warm skin of the front of her waist.

That woke her up. Amu shot up, eyes wide, gasping. "I-Ikuto!" she exclaimed.

"Good afternoon," he replied, smiling. Amu pushed Ikuto's hands out from under her shirt and flopped back into bed with a muffled 'goodnight'. "No, Amu. If you sleep anymore, you're going to get sick." Amu pulled the duvet over her head in response. Ikuto smothered a yawn with one hand and continued to gently shake Amu with the other. Watching Amu lie in bed was reminding Ikuto how tired he was. Under normal circumstances, Ikuto would be asleep himself but with the anxiety of meeting with a new sponsor and his somewhat irrational fear of missing his flight, he had managed to wake himself up two hours before noon. "We're going to-" A pillow smacking his face interrupted him. The pillow comically slid to the floor with a plop.

Ikuto took in a deep, calming breath, held it for a second, and then let it go. He reached under the blankets, pulled his wife out, and —before Amu could react to what it was that was happening to her— carried her into the bathroom.

Splash! Into the tub Amu went, clothes-and-all.

"I-KU-TO!" Came the resounding shout. Ikuto propped himself up on his elbows against the freestanding tub, smiling at the soaking pinkette.

"Good afternoon," he replied, turning his left arm wrist-up so he could check the time on his watch. "It's just after 12:30; I think this might be a new record for you –besides that night we spent in Kyūshū, I think we slept until four the next day." Amu just glared at him.

"You could have just woken me up instead of dropping me in the tub," she growled. "And you even dropped me in my clothes! If I get sick it's going to be on your head!"

"I can take off your clothes for you." Ikuto reached for the top button of her nightshirt. Amu pushed his hand away.

"I can do it myself," she huffed. She settled into the hot water, not bothering to take off her pajamas. The smell of chrysanthemum, the sight of the rising steam, and the lazy slap of the water against her body were very soothing and she didn't want her husband to ruin it. Amu felt like she and her troubles from the previous night were melting away in the water. She was so relaxed she didn't notice Ikuto leave the bathroom and she didn't hear his warning to 'not fall asleep'. Within a minute, Amu had drifted back off to the land of sleep.

Ikuto re-entered the bathroom a few minutes later, plastic tray of muffins in hand. "Amu, I bought these to celebrate our-" He stopped talking upon seeing his snoozing wife. "Geez." He set the muffins on the counter across from the bathtub. Ikuto took a moment or too to enjoy the sight of his sleeping wife —it was nice to know the he was the only one who got to see these different sides of Amu— before reaching across the tub to turn on the cold water. The faucet happened to be right above Amu's hip.

The freezing water shocked Amu's exposed skin and jolted her awake. "I-Ikuto," she gasped, glaring daggers. She turned the water off and turned so her back was facing Ikuto.

"We're going to be late for our plane if you sleep anymore." That woke her up.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" the pinkette exploded, trying to splash the blue-haired man with water but the tall wall of the tub wouldn't let her. She reached for a bottle of shampoo sitting on the rim of the bathtub and pumped several squirts into her open palm. Amu furiously rubbed her hands together to make her shampoo lather and then scrubbed her hair.

"You're going to rip your hair out if you keep that scrubbing up." Ikuto stood and pulled off his shirt, letting the grey polo drop to the floor.

"What are you doing?" Ikuto looked up at his wife's question, unbuckling his belt.

"Taking a bath." Amu watched as his jeans joined his shirt on tiled bathroom floor.

"But I'm in it." She couldn't tell if it was the heat from the water that was causing her cheeks to rise in color or if it was the black pair of boxers Ikuto was wearing, the one he had personalized with the phrase, "Property of Tsukiyomi Amu" plastered all over in varying style of script. The underwear went with a personalized shirt he had bought Amu with the phrase, "Property of Tsukiyomi Ikuto" on the front and back. Amu made sure never to wear that shirt —or let Ikuto show off the boxers— when her dad came for a visit.

"There's more than enough room for two." Ikuto opened the tray of muffins and passed one to Amu. "Happy Marriage, wifey." Amu accepted the chocolate chip muffin,

"Fine," she obliged, making room for Ikuto in the bathtub.

3 hours later...

The Tsukiyomi's boarded their afternoon flight —Ikuto had surprised Amu and splurged for first class seats as an anniversary present— and had settled into their seats as the flight attendant in her peppy blue skirt and blouse set and matching cap offered champagne to passengers.

Amu glanced around at the other passengers —a few men in business suits and one young couple— and let out a girlish giggle when Ikuto pulled her into his lap to kiss her.

"Pay attention to me," whispered her husband's husky voice. Amu obliged, leaning into his chest to give him a kiss, only to be interrupted by a loud cough from the flight attendant.

"Champagne?" the stewardess asked, holding up a chilled bottle of the bubble beverage. Amu looked at Ikuto, who nodded at the stewardess and held up two fingers. The stewardess scuttled off to get to champagne glasses and leave the couple to resume what they had been doing.

"You're getting fancy tonight," giggled Amu as she slid back into her own seat, already tipsy at the idea of champagne.

"You're already drunk." Ikuto accepted the two plastic champagne glasses the stewardess brought over on a tray and passed one to Amu. Amu accepted the glass, shaking her head.

"I'm not drunk," she replied, taking a sip of the bubbly beverage before placing it on the table in front of her. One of her complementary slippers slipped off her feet as she turned to the side to fix her husband's tie, being careful to not let the hem of her mid-thigh dress rise too much and flash the few passengers around them. "I'm happy." Amu's long, loose, cinched at the wrist sleeves brushed against Ikuto's black suit jacket as she straightened the tie. The tie was pale pink, held into place by a gold tiepin Utau had given him as a wedding present, and tucked into the waistcoat Amu had insisted he wore. Happy with the way his tie looked and smoothed the black suit jacket from an imaginary wrinkle or two. She took the matching pink handkerchief from its breast pocket and started to refold it, the paleness of the pink contrasted nicely with the deep blue of her dress. Once satisfied with the folding job, she returned it to its pocket. "I'm very happy, Tsukiyomi Ikuto-san." Amu caressed his cheek with one hand, feeling the line of his strong jaw. Everything about her husband seemed to be strong; from the line of his jaw, to the back of his ankles, to the sound of his voice, all of it, made her feel safe and protected. But Ikuto wasn't just strong, he was also very gentle, caring, and could be deliciously sweet at times.

Despite having dated for three years and been married for four, Amu could still melt with a kiss from him. Many an argument and petty fight were ended and forgiven with just a kiss. She could never hold a grudge against Ikuto for long and Ikuto knew it and used it against her when she got mad at him for silly things —which drove her crazy at times. But, Amu had to admit she loved it. Amu loved it because it reminded her how much she loved him. She loved that his hand on the back of her neck and fingers losing themselves in her hair still sent tingles and shivers racing all over her. She loved that the sight of his lips parting slightly to kiss her still sent her heart thumping like a schoolgirl. She loved that kissing him made her temporarily forget the worries and stresses of her day; she loved that kissing him made her completely oblivious to anyone but the blue-haired man wrapped in her arms. But more than anything it reminded Amu how much Ikuto loved her.

"Ahem." The stewardess was back, this time to offer them complementary chocolates. Neither Ikuto nor Amu could believe the nerve of the stewardess —she was probably used to interrupting couples osculate— but accepted the chocolates anyway. Ikuto settled back into his own seat and picked up his champagne glass.

"Happy four years," he said once the stewardess had left. Amu picked up her own glass, the plastic rims of both glasses chinking together lightly in a toast.

"Happy four years," repeated Amu.

An hour later, Amu was sitting in her seat by the aisle, flipping through a magazine and circling various articles of clothing and accessory ideas with a blue pen. She and Ikuto were going stateside in less that a month for the week of Christmas for a concert and she needed a new dress for the opening. Ikuto sat next to Amu, shades of the window drawn shut as he slept. He wanted to try to rest a bit before meeting with the sponsor. One of the flight attendants was walking around the first class cabin, collecting used glasses and food trays from the passengers.

"Would you mind waking up your husband, Tsukiyomi-san?" the stewardess asked when she reached the couple, picking up Ikuto's and Amu's empty glasses. "We'll be landing in a few minutes." A grin spread across Amu's lips as an idea, a rather revengeful idea, sprung into the forefront of her consciousness.

"Miss, could you get me a glass of ice water," Amu asked the stewardess. The stewardess nodded and came back with a paper cup of iced water. Amu accepted the cup with a gracious smile and 'thank you' before dumping the contents of the cup onto Ikuto's face. The water shocked the poor, unsuspecting, blue-haired man into consciousness. Amu passed the cup back to the flight attendant, smiling sweetly. "It's time to get up, Ikuto; we're about to land."

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Tsukiyomi Ikuto

Tray of muffins: $8.00

Waking your wife up early: A pillow to the face

Preparing a nice, warm bath for your wife: An increase in your water bill

Her reaction after turning the water on cold when she fell asleep in the tub: Priceless

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-4koma-

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Ikuto's phone buzzed aggressively as it metaphorically exploded with texts from his sister.

"Ikuto, look up yourself in Urban Dictionary. NOW."

-Utau

Bemused as to the reason behind Utau's text, he complied with her request equanimously.

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Smirking, Ikuto clicked the 'thumbs up' button at the bottom of the page. He was going to have to show this to Amu.

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An idea struck Ikuto.

It blindsided him with the force of a nuclear explosion, throwing him against the wall where he cracked his head and fell into the world of delusion-filled unconsciousness for the next five hours.

The impact of his cranium hitting the wall sent a massive shockwave rumbling through the foundation of the apartment building. These vibrations, not only caused their neighbors to experience a minor earthquake, but also exterminated the rats in their wall as well as all rodent life in a five-mile radius.

Miraculously, Amu slept on. After that, so did Ikuto.

I hope you've enjoyed this chapter~

R&R~