Alrighty then here it is chapter two for those of you reading my story!!! Please enjoy!

Also I don't know what to do with the genre anymore. at this point I'm no longer certain is tragedy....?

Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara, Sunny Terentino, or Elizabeth....

Chapter Two

She paused, stuttering slightly. She was definitely taken aback by the sudden question. Of course he wouldn't forget; how could she even begin to think that he would forget something so serious. Amu mentally palmed her forehead at her own stupidity.

But that brief moment in which he had let her cry it all out, just like he did a year ago was a beautiful one and she would always treasure it. She promised herself that she would never forget that.

She cupped his hands within her own, clutching them lightly. She removed them from her face and stood up, walking solemnly to her living room window

She hugged herself for a brief moment trying to figure out where to possibly start when a small voice piped in from the background. "She got it from her job." Amu's eyes snapped open, whirling around she faced Ran, one of her many Charas.

Aww damn she had forgotten about them during her brief lapse. Ran was the embodiment of her girlish desires and was undoubtedly the most honest of the four that she had.

When Ran had first become real and proved to Amu that she could indeed become the girl that she had always wanted to be, Ran was clothed in an adorable hot pink cheer leader ensemble. Pom poms, ribbons, and even a cute little visor included. Ran was the full package, and Amu had loved her.

But as Ikuto gazed at Ran now his eyes widened considerably. What had happened to her? Her cheer leading outfit gone, only to be replaced with a black miniskirt, and a hotpink off-the-shoulder t-shirt. Her visor? It was replaced with a black head band with a large Pink heart attached it, and a large black 'X' was placed upon entire posture screamed confused and angry and Amu had no idea what to do with herself at this point. Ran had just blown her cover; she had been discovered.

Fuck…

Ikuto moved his gaze from Ran to Amu, his stare twice as accusing as it was before. "Amu," he drawled out lazily, "Would you care to elaborate?" He flicked his hand towards Ran who was wearing a guilty expression, shooting Amu an apologetic glance.

"W-well" she stuttered, "y-you s-see," Ikuto only raised an eyebrow his stance portraying that of an expectant father.

"Like Ran, said I got it from my job…" Amu let out a small defeated sigh, this was not going well. She hadn't even expected Ikuto to drop by tonight, but then again she should've known better.

"I think you're lying. He advanced a step closer; Amu's eyes darted in every which way trying her hardest not to stare him in the eye. "You work at a pleasant little café that holds a no –alcohol policy." He came closer, "So where did you get this?" He halted in his advances, his eyebrow still raised, and his stare as accusing as ever.

Aww man this was just not working out how Amu had hoped. In fact if she could've avoided this entire situation she would've done so in a heartbeat. But her secret was out and she could run no longer.

"I have a third job..." she shifted uncomfortably under his intense stare. If looks could kill she would indeed be dead by now and lying peacefully in a grave clutching a beautiful bouquet of withering roses.

Ikuto's eyes seemed to narrow even more to the point where they were near slits. "What do you mean a third job?" Oh he was angry now; Amu seemed to shrink in size at his words. "You have two jobs right now Amu! You're living comfortably and your bills are paid on time! So why did you feel the need to get a third job?" He spat the words out as if they were poison on his tongue.

"W-well….u-umm… y-you se-see..." Amu continued to fidget under his scrutinizing stare.

"Please!" He nearly shouted, "Elaborate Amu, because I think I don't quite 'see' what it is that you're trying to tell me here." He moved one step closer his knuckles starch white from clenching his hands so hard.

Amu visibly gulped and she seemed to be losing her nerve. "Well I f-felt as i-if I had too m-much free time." She whispered the last part quietly to herself, hoping that she wouldn't have to repeat herself.

Ikuto almost laughed outright at her explanation. Too much free time?! What a joke, Amu was constantly swamped with work, and she never once complained, and Ikuto had a distinct feeling that having too much free time was not the real reason why she did that.

"Liar." He said it almost viscously but watched his tone so as not to make her cry again.

Amu's eyes snapped open so fast he was afraid she might suffer from whiplash, but held it back.

"A liar?" she snarled, "So fucking what?!" her posture went rigid and her eyes were ablaze. "I'm so sick and tired of being trampled on and treated as if I'm some type of little kid who doesn't know how to handle grown up facts of life!"

Grown up facts of life? What the hell was she talking about? Ikuto went slack jawed at her response but wasn't given anytime to reply as Amu continued her tirade.

She threw her arms out in frustration, and stomped her foot like a little girl throwing a temper tantrum." You know fucking what?! I'm nine-fucking-teen! And I think that-judging by how my life has gone so far- that I'm old enough to handle what ever the world throws at me!"

She rounded on Ikuto pivoting on the balls of her feet her face inches from his own as she whispered scathingly,

"And for the people who I considered my best friends; for them to belittle me! For them to believe that I just wouldn't have been able to handle-," she started pacing but then whirled on him again, "to handle knowing something about them. Something that they oh-so-conveniently just forgot to bring up for my sake-," she practically ground out those words as if they killed her to do so. "Because they thought I couldn't handle it?" the words were uttered weakly and disbelievingly as if she didn't want to admit to them, "Is just downright offending!"

Ikuto didn't know what to say; what could he? He had no idea what the hell she was talking about, all he knew was that she was extremely disappointed in the people around her and herself as well. But she hadn't completely answered his question. Knowing that he probably shouldn't, he went ahead and tried again.

"Amu!"

"WHAT!?" she snapped, whirling on him. He remained unfazed and crossed his arms.

"I'm going to ask you again; where did you get this bottle of vodka?" Her eyes widened disbelievingly, appalled that he would still continue to bother her about that when she was clearly more concerned about other things.

And input the spiteful attitude; Amu crossed her arms mirroring his posture, looking at him as if she quite frankly didn't give a shit. "I don't think I should explain myself to you."

Ikutos' eyes no longer held shock, or confusion, his eyes were flaming. Oh she was going to explain herself to him and that was a fact, he didn't care how long it took to get a straight answer out of her; he going to get it.

Amu's eyes lost a bit of their rebellious sparkle, confused that he hadn't retorted angrily back at her yet. Looking at his eyes, she quickly regretted it, seeing the raw anger and frustration that burned within his now coal black eyes.

"You will explain yourself to me, or I will turn you into the authorities, and leave you there!" He looked her directly in the eye, a dead serious expression carved onto his attractive features. Yoru trembled quietly off in a corner as Ikuto's angry aura oozed throughout the room. Amu looked at him disbelievingly.

Was that it? Was that honestly the best he could do? Turn her into the authorities; what a joke, Amu had dealt with worse. "You honestly want to know where I got that bottle?!" She screamed back, "I got it from Elizabeth; she was in charge that night and said I looked like I could use it!" She retorted angrily at him not caring what he thought at this point.

Elizabeth?! Who the hell hands a nineteen-year-old a bottle of straight vodka?! Telling her that she looked like she could use it?! What the hell kind of job did Amu have?!

Ikuto made to reply angrily but Amu beat him to it, "And you know what?! I did need it! I hate alcohol and it tasted terrible; but I needed some sort of pick-me-up because I felt like shit!"

Ikuto was dumbfounded. She needed a pick-me-up? Why did she even need one in the first place, she had gone to meet the Kiddy King Tadase at a café' today. She was so giddy and excited at going to hang out with him on her day off that it seemed like she was floating on cloud nine!

"Why in the world would you need a 'pick-me-up' as you so delicately put it?" He implored.

"Because today I realized just what exactly it was the people around me had honestly thought of me." She bit the words out, her tone so sharp that Ikuto had to stop himself from visibly flinching.

He moved closer, his hand lifting to caress the side of her face. "And what exactly do these people think of you?" He asked gently, his eyes searching within her own golden pools.

Turning away she stepped out of his soft embrace, closing her eyes tightly, and clenching her hands. She waited a bit, trying hard to collect herself before beginning, "They simply think of me as a child…" the words were uttered so softly that Ikuto wasn't too sure whether or not it was just the wind playing tricks on him; but they were inside so that couldn't possibly have been it.

He began, his tone soft and caring, "That's not tru-," but he was cut off as the front door burst open, and a jumble of blonde hair came tumbling inside. "Hey! Amu I forgot to tell you not to drink it straight! It'll leave you with a nightmare of a hangover tomorrow morning!" The blonde piped cheerily from her sprawled out position on the floor.

She stood up quickly her hair going in every direction, her bangs falling in her face and her grey eyes held a sparkle of mischievousness. Her clothing was slightly disheveled, and looked as if she had been working at a bar; Ikutos eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Amu," he drawled out lazily again, and in that moment Amu knew she was in for it, "is this new job of yours at a bar?" He was glowering at her, and Amu didn't know what to do. But thankfully the recent intruder did, and marching over to where Amu now stood, she slung her arm over her shoulder and stared at Ikuto defiantly. "And what if she was?" She asked with an eyebrow raised, her expression nonchalant as she casually inspected her nails. "What would you," she looked pointedly at Ikuto, "possibly do about it?"

"I'd tell her to quit." He said simply. Amu wanted to laugh and apparently so did Elizabeth because that's exactly what she did. She giggled to her hearts content almost doubling over from the sheer hilarity of his reply. Which left Ikuto confused because he hadn't been joking, he was completely serious.

"I don't see what's so funny about this situation." He retorted angrily. This only furthered her giggles, and eventually she calmed herself enough to reply, "You're doing exactly what pissed Amu off in the first place!" She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes sparkling giddily.

Ikuto looked like he was child denied his favorite piece of candy; annoyed. "And what, per se, do you mean by that?"

"I mean," She said, "that you're treating her like child." Here the giggles had finally ceased and in their stead an accusing glare locked onto his person. "You know," She said turning her attention down to her disheveled clothing, fixing them slightly, "Amu has told me a lot about you. Especially all of the wonderful things that you had done for her when she needed someone by her side the most." She looked at him again but then returned her attention once more back to fixing her appearance.

"And seeing you right now, right here, treating her the way you are," she dusted the invisible dust off from her clothing, "I don't think I can honestly believe that you're the oh-so-amazing Ikuto that I've heard so much about." She glanced scornfully at him as if challenging him.

He didn't back down, " Who I am is of no business to you, I care for Amu and I only want the most out of life to come to her. And I don't think that working at some bar, "he spat, "is going to give her that."

Amu was pissed. How dare him! He of all people had the nerve to say something like that. Sure he meant well, but he was not her father, and he had no right to treat her as such. He was her dear friend, and sure they had their moments but this was out of the question! Amu just had enough, and she was sick and tired of being treated the way she has been.

Marching toward the blonde standing stubbornly beside her, she grabbed her arm, and dragged her outside, tossing a quick and angry, "I'll be leaving now!" as she went.

All the while a completely bewildered and slack jawed Ikuto stood standing in the middle of her living room floor.

What the hell just happened? Ikuto really wasn't sure, but one thing was for certain; since when did Amu get so good at avoiding his questions?

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Elizabeth was not the sort of girl to let herself be pulled around and led wherever the hell someone wanted her to go. And that's exactly why she had run away from home when she was fifteen in the first place.

She was the daughter of some filthy rich tycoon, and his wife, was the duchess of some foreign country who she could give a rat's ass about. She wasn't going to go to some stupid ball, some dumb ass formal dinner, and she sure as hell wasn't going to let her parents decide who she was going to marry.

So after waving her parents goodbye at the airport as they left for their annual week-long vacation to the Bahamas, she headed for home as fast as she could. Bleaching her hair so that it was platinum blonde was the first step, and then she died the inside layers pitch-black to give it an edge. When she was done with that, she packed her bags, headed for the bank and with-drew approximately one million dollars from their families bank account. High tailing it out of England on the first flight out that night.

No one would miss the money, it was chump change to her parents and if when they noticed –if the ever will- that it was missing; Elizabeth would be long gone. Safe from the clutches of her over-bearing parents.

She left England, and headed straight for Tokyo, already knowing how to speak the language due to the endless lessons her parents invested in when she was younger in an attempt to turn her into the "perfect lady". She scoffed at their stupidity.

She stayed in a hotel for a week, before accidentally stumbling into a bar late one night. She had thought it was the rave she was looking for, someone tipped her off about it, and she was trying her hardest to find it.

But what she found was much better. The crowd was loud and boisterous, they had so much energy that she couldn't help but get lost in the sea of emotion herself. Bounding in she laughed and danced, and partied her heart out.

In the end she woke the next morning lying on top of the bar with a head splitting hangover. But she didn't mind too much. What really got her attention though was the fact that she woke up on a bar, lying next to a half naked man.

He was still clothed from the waist down, but she'd be damned if he wasn't built like a god. Perfectly chiseled, and a goofy lopsided grin spread across his face like a giddy little boy. But what honest-to-god attribute of his that got her heart thumping, and her blood flowing at a million miles a minute, were the two sparkly white fangs that innocently peeped at her from behind those elegantly curved lips.

Her eyes had widened into saucers, her mouth going slack: there before her lay the amazing Mcfly band member Dougie, half naked, and a bottle of Captain Morgan clutched firmly in one hand.

And the best part about it all….he was a vampire.

Elizabeth swore up and down that this was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to her, in fact it was more then she could've possibly hoped for when she dreamed of adventure after running away. This was without a doubt, a sheer miracle.

Well at least in her eyes, it was. Lost in her musings, Elizabeth had grown completely

unaware of the now waking person behind her. It was only until two well-defined arms wrapped around her midsection did she snap out of it, and looking bewildered at the adorably grinning vampire beside her.

And so she fainted.

Oh yes she fainted, and when she finally came to, she almost fainted again. Because there in front of her Dougie still resided, not once bothering to look anywhere else aside from where she was now resting.

Her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink, she turned her head with a slight 'humph'.

He managed a small chuckle before Elizabeth's foot connected with his groin in the most painful of ways. Chuckling darkly she dusted herself off and began to make her way out of the bar.

She paused though, taking the time to briefly to look around. She wanted to remember this place. This fantastic place where she had had the time of her life and although most of what she remembered was a bit hazy, she still wanted to keep it in her mind and heart.

Looking around she smiled, and decided that this was what she had needed; the object of her desire, and her new home. She looked around herself contentedly, scanning over every last little detail,' and Elizabeth vowed that she would return again and make something of herself here, here in her new home.

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Amu had managed to drag Elizabeth with her for a great deal of time, tugging at her arm as if she simply was not moving fast enough. And for a time Elizabeth complied; that is until she snapped out of whatever little dream she had been floating around in, decidomg to yank her arm out of Amu's tight grip.

"Where in the hell are you dragging me Amu?"

Amu snorted, "Well obviously I'm taking you to…umm…actually I'm not to certain." Amu's confidence began to whither away quickly and her shoulders began to slump. She had been so caught up in the moment that she had simply left and dragged Elizabeth with her.

Elizabeth smirked knowingly, "You don't know, do you?" she asked. And Amu shook her head sadly. Elizabeth gestured around her, "Take a look at where you're at now." She let her smirk grow, "See anything familiar?"

Amu looked around, assessing the area around her, and when her eyes landed on one sign in particular her eyes seemed to widen considerably.

Without noticing, her feet had unconsciously led her here. Here to her new home and workplace "My Plastered Kiddies".

Elizabeth smiled at her warmly, gesturing for her to continue, and together they walked inside. Amu and Elizabeth turned to remove their jackets and scarves, placing them neatly on the Coat rack placed conveniently by the pub's entrance.

Amu lost in her own thoughts, was startled as a kind voice rang out through the pub.

"It seems to me as if you could both use a nice hot cup of Irish Coffee to warm yourselves up."

Elizabeth's eyes widened into saucers, and she dropped her scarf. For there before them stood the owner of this wonderful home of theirs.

There in all her mysterious and wise beauty stood Sunny Terentino.

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