Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara or it's characters in any way. Just the idea.

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Icy sapphire eyes glared at me through the review mirror.

I tried to contain my laughter. As his smooth and musical voice growled out "I would push you out of the car if you weren't drunk" I smiled and spoke between giggling. "you love me." I teased, watching him roll his eyes in response.

For two long years, Ikuto had been my rock.

From my seat my golden coloured eyes drank in the sight of him, his midnight blue hair was covering his right eye and was spiked, around his neck was a silver cross necklace hanging over his black t-shirt.

I leaned my head further against the door as I streached out my legs.

I looked down at my damp black skinny jeans and wondered if his own black jeans were wet with the sticky liquid that had been spilt on us before we left the neon and darkly lit club. It smelled like creamy soda and cherries.

I was about to voice my thought when something large and thick was draped over my chest and legs, hiding my purple tank top from view and my purple and black studded belt.

Due to the alcohol I had consumed only minutes before, it took a few minutes for me to recognise the material as his leather jacket that he always wore.

I pulled the material around my body like a small blanket and smiled at the back of his head as I noticed he had stopped the car just to throw a make shift blanket on me to keep me warm.

"Don't be so wreckless again Amu." Was all I heard from my guardian angel before my heavy eyes fell shut and I drifted to sleep, the alcohol taking its toll on me.

Ikutos POV:

I wanted to turn around and grab her chin and make her look into my eyes and see the worry and fear inside but as I looked at her through the review mirror of the car I could see she was in no state to listen.

I sighed as I recalled how much she had drunken tonight. For the first time in two years she had gone overboard and drunk more than her body could handle and resulted in throwing up on some poor blonde girl who immediately tried to slap amu before I stepped in and flashed her a smile and apologised before handing her $50 and telling her to go clean up.

Of course the night didn't end there as the drunk pinkette than ran off and begun to dance and grind on any guy while I glared and intimidated by standing close to her with my hands on her waist and smirked as they got the message and backed off.

Some days I wondered if we would ever be a couple or if I should accept she may never see me the way I see her. Even though I know she doesn't want anyone else, I can't help the jealously or possessiveness I feel when I see her grinding so closely against them.

Noticing the windshield fogging up from how cold it was, I tore my eyes away from the review mirror and grabbed my leather jacket from the passanger seat and dangled it over her.

A smile escaped as I watched her snuggle into it and drift off to sleep.

I know she jokingly teased me of loving her before but I wish she knew, I really do love her.

"Don't be so wreckless again amu, for my sake, please." My voice trailed off as I sighed before putting the keys in the ignition and taking off once again.

Not planning to stop until we reached home.

OOC Amu and Ikuto.

Warning for dark and tragic, depressing and mature themes to come.