Me: I had to update this collection… and maybe break through my writer's block while doing so. So, I apologize if this oneshot does not please you… :\

Amu: It's okay! As long as it's Ta—

Me: Oh, and by the way, it's Amuto.

Ikuto: Scooooore.

Amu: T.T

Cold

Amu shivered as she wrapped the thin blanket tighter around herself. Why? Why must the weather be so cold when her mother decided to wash all the blankets? Why must all of her coats and jackets get to small to wear now? Why must her blankets be stuck in the washing machine, wet and cold?And, most of all, WHY must the power go out in this situation? No power meant no fireplace. And no fireplace meant a very, very irritated Amu. And an irritated Amu meant no good. No good at all.

"Sweet Kami-sama," she said under her breath.

"It's okay, Amu-chan!" Ran said with a shaky voice.

"I can't draw with no light!!"

"It's all about staying calm ~desu…" Suu murmured.

She shivered again, her nose red from the insane cold. A headache was brewing.

Great, she thought and groaned.

The darkness made her shiver out of fear, too. She never liked the dark.

"Amu, right when this house lights up, we are definitely buying new sweaters!" her mother called from somewhere unknown. She hated loud sounds in the darkness. It was no help that it was snowing, the sky dimmed as the sun was covered by thick, gray clouds. Rocking herself back and forth as she pressed herself more against the corner of her wall, she licked her chapped lips and pulled the blanket as if it could be more tighter around her body.

What was that? Something, or someone, passed by her balcony window. She hugged herself closer against the blankets.

"What was that?!" an alarmed voice of Suu sounded from the darkness.

It isa perfect time for a thief, she thought, shivering of even more fear.

Tap tap.

What was that?

Tap.

She looked to where the sound came from, afraid that it was the someone.

Oh, yes it was someone. A someone with azure hair and ocean blue eyes. The dark pools bore into hers, a lazy but rigid expression.

"Let me in," he mouthed against the window.

Groaning and not wanting to move from her position, she somehow shuffed from the farthest corner of her room to the balcony window without standing. She stretched her arm to the handle and unlocked it.

Once he opened it, a freezing winter breeze blew through her room. Once he was inside, he shoved the door closed.

His nose and cheeks were pink. The thin jacket he was wearing had holes here and there.

"Thank you…" he murmured as he shuffled to the corner Amu was in.

"H-hey, that's my corner," she huffed.

"You know, if you hug that blanket too close to your body, your circulation will cut off and you'll get even colder," he pointed out.

She ignored him and went to the corner she was in, though she kept a couple of feet from the little cat.

"Where's Yoru?"

"Hiding in my pocket," he chuckled.

"H-here nya," the rascally voice sounded.

Ikuto tugged on her thin blanket.

"Stop!" she growled.

"Share," he pleaded with cute little kitten eyes.

"…" she couldn't resist that adorable face.

"F-fine," she answered as she slid the blanket from her blanket to give half to Ikuto. A wave of warmth flooded her body, and she knew it wasn't her blood circulation…

"IKUTO!" she hissed. She was lucky that it was dark, for her face was a vivid red. He was cuddling with her, his arms holding her close to him.

"Don't deny it, Amu," he smirked, "you enjoy this position."
"Do not!" she retorted, though her face turned darker.

"Your blush is standing out in the dark," he chuckled.

"It's not a blush! I'm just cold."

"Maybe I should warm you up more then."
"N-" but before she could finish he held her closer, nuzzling into her strawberry hair.

She tried to squirm, but there was no heart was pounding so fast and loud she thought it could be heard in America.

This is… strangely comforting, she thought. Did he pretend to be cold?

"Mhm," he answered her thoughts. She sweat-dropped.

"P-pervert," she stuck her tongue out.

"Don't make me bite that tongue," he smirked.

"P-PERVERT!" she said again. How many times had she put the word "pervert" next to this pervert? Well, that was four times in a matter of seconds.

"I-I'm warm now, Ikuto,"

"Who said I would let you go?"
"Gah…" she groaned quietly, but closed her eyes.

.x.x.x.x.

"Ugh…" she woke tiredly to the burst of light that ached her eyelids. Rubbing her eyes with one hand, she leaned on the other.

He was still there, and he was groggy. He had just awoken, too.

"Time for you to go now," she said.

"But Amuuuuuu," he frowned.

"No!" she turned away just in case he was going to use the "kitty-pout" face.

He only squeezed her tighter, now nuzzling his nose in her stomach. (not any higher, not any lower. Thank you, pervs. T.T)

"Please?" she grabbed his face to look into his eyes. Her lower lip was sticking out, and her eyebrows curved up to reveal a pout.

"…You have a pout, too…" he groaned. "That's not fair."

"Let me go."

"Fine." He kissed her cheek, lingering there for some time before he fled.

She touched where his lips had met, blushing. It was strangely warm there.

"Oh great," she muttered, "now I'm cold again."

"Huh?" she mumbled as she felt a paper stuck to her pajamas.

I'm your personal warmer, whenever you need me.

-Ikuto

She blushed and giggled. What a weirdo, she mumbled to herself. The blush still trailing her cheeks, she stood from the corner and went to dry her blankets.

You've even made my heart warm.

Me: Please say it wasn't too horrible. PLEASE.

Ikuto: That was laaame.

Amu: -twitch-

Me: ._. Well, please review if you care! :D I love reviews. LOVE THEM. :3 And I know the ending was a bit… cheesy. But yeah… xD It's Amu, what would you expect?
Amu: Heeyyy! :o