Reading Addicted here! Here is a one-shot I made about Shugo Chara. Amuto all the way! Have happy holidays, and a Merry Christmas or other holiday you may celebrate! I don't own Shugo Chara.
"Achoo!" she sneezed, burrowing deeper into her covers. Amu hated being sick, especially with the flu. She seemed to catch it every year or so. She was thankful she got to miss school, but then she had to do make-up work when she got back. She wasn't the only one under the weather. Miki had somehow caught the flu as well.
Amu was currently buried in her covers, and Miki was in her egg. You may be asking where the people were taking care of them. There weren't any. Ran and Suu (Dia hadn't been born yet) were at a chara's meeting, made by their arrogant, self appointed "king" Kiseke. Ami was in school, and Amu's parents were both working.
Feeling pitiful, they were both in a futile attempt to get warm. When you have the flu you are either very hot or very cold. It stinks, like rotten eggs. Midori had left Amu some medicine, but she had to wait three more hours before taking some, and they weren't sure if it was sure for Miki to have some.
'Tap, tap, tap' went Amu's window. She didn't have to look up to see who it was; she was too tired to do it anyways. It was Ikuto, the pervert cat boy. He often came at night teasing her about stuff, like how she was always blushing when he said something. Hi s chara was Yoru, who Miki had a crush on. Amu had a crush on Ikuto, if she was being honest with herself.
The sliding door opened, and in walked Ikuto with Yoru on his shoulder. He was about to say something rude/ perverted, but he stopped when he saw Amu. He sniffed the air and said" You have the flu don't you?' Amu said' Yes, I do. Unless you want to get sick I suggest getting out, you crazy cat.'
'Awww, my little Strawberry isn't feeling well. I guess we'll have to fix that.' he said mischievously. With that, he walked out of her bedroom door and down to the kitchen. Wondering what he was up to, she burrowed herself deeper into her pillows, half- asleep. She got woken up by a heavy weight on her bed.
She weakly sat up to see Ikuto, holding hot soup. 'What kind is it?" she asked. "Chicken noodle. Now open up, strawberry." Realization hit her. He wanted to feed it to her. She blushed red, and opened her mouth to protest. Ikuto took the opportunity and shoved a spoonful of it into her dry mouth. It tasted good and she licked her lips.
'Unless you would rather have it from my mouth" he said innocently. If possible, Amu blushed harder, the color of her cheeks matching her pink hair. He chuckled, and continued feeding her with the spoon. She swallowed each time, because she was too weak to hold it by herself. He eventually finished and set the empty bowl on the night stand by her bed.
He then gently pushed her down, and, ignoring her squawks of protest, tucked her into her bed mummy style. He did it really tightly, so she couldn't move all that well. He then licked her cheek, being the perverted cat he is, called Yoru, closed her window, and jumped off the balcony.
Amu was blushing like her life depended on it. She was too tired to escape the blankets, and she kind of liked being fussed over by Ikuto. Maybe having the flu wasn't so bad after all.