Chapter Two:

Amu stared at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a standard maid outfit. She wore a black, long-sleeved dress that curled inwards with a band on the bottom. The dressed was topped with an apron decorated with frills on the straps as well as frills on the edges.

She scowled at herself. She'd much rather do work in a pair of comfortable pants and a shirt, but as the dress code for duty here in the Tsukiyomi mansion was to wear a uniform outfit, Amu couldn't really do anything about it.

"Ooh, Amu-koi," Ikuto tapped his chin, leaning his shoulder in the doorway. "You look nice."

Amu sighed, "Can you please stop calling me that name?"

"Only when you start calling me Ikuto," he countered.

"I can't do that, Tsukiyomi-sama," she stared up at him. He was wearing a black waist-coat with a white dress shirt underneath. His tie was loose and his face featured a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked, twirling once on his heel.

Amu rolled her eyes and stepped closer to her Master. She gripped his tie and tightened it. Ikuto's eyes were wide.

"Please behave yourself, Tsukiyomi-sama," Amu uttered. "I wouldn't want the other maids to have the complete wrong idea between you and I."

"You don't like the idea of being my woman?" Ikuto teased.

The pinkette bit her lip, her cheeks flushing in color.

Ikuto pinched one of her cheeks as Amu's grip on his tie

"Master Ikuto," a voice behind them cleared their throat.

"Yes, Su?" Ikuto suddenly turned.

Su was the head maid of the household. She managed all of the workers including the maids, the stablemen, the butlers, and even the chauffeurs.

"You must get ready for the dinner with the Hotari's tonight," Su smiled. "I have arranged the proper people to help you. Hinamori-san, will you come with me?"

"Uh, yes!" Amu perked up.

She followed the head maid out the door.

"You might want to be careful," Su warned as she walked efficiently down the carpeted hallways. "If you spend too much time with Master Ikuto, you will have a hard time fitting in here."

What's that supposed to mean..? Amu wondered.

"You don't have to worry about that at all," Amu replied. "I don't think I'll be spending much more time with him, anyway."

"Don't be so sure about that, Hinamori-san," Su chuckled.

Amu raised a brow.

"He has assigned you to be his personal maid," she answered, her hands neatly folded in front of her.

"WHAT?!"

"I cannot believe you, Tsukiyomi-sama,"Amu drawled. She violently shook the laundry free of water in the grass.

Ikuto sat in his lawn chair with his newspaper in his hand. He pushed his glasses up.

"Why are you even out here anyway?" she scowled. "You're going to wrinkle your suit."

"I couldn't just leave a delicate lady out here alone," he retorted.

"I am anything but a delicate lady," Amu said, spelling out the words in disgust.

"Does the sight of me disgust you so much?" Ikuto asked, his eyes glistening in curiosity.

Amu looked at him. "I just don't want to do with your little maid posse that you have going on here in this house," she wrinkled her nose and expertly folded the shirt in her hands.

Ikuto pressed his lips together, staring at her hands. "You know," he started, "you're quite good at that. I would expect a fierce woman like you to only know your combat skills."

"So now I'm a fierce woman?" Amu questioned. "You pick up quite a few things if you live on the streets your whole life. I didn't have a lot of clothes, but I did like to be organized."

He took off his glasses to look at her. "Did you live there your whole life?"

"On the streets?" Amu pondered. "Mm… I think so."

"You think so?" Ikuto repeated.

"Yeah," she replied. "I don't know if I was born there because I don't remember anything from before I was nine or so…"

"Ah," he said.

Amnesia was quite common between the orphans of the streets. They were often forced to go through traumatizing situations at a young age. It usually resulted in the loss of memory.

"Tsukiyomi-sama," Amu said, checking her pocket watch. "It's almost time for dinner with the Hotaris."

He grunted and stood up from his chair. "Do you want to come with me, Amu-koi?" he teased.

"I don't really have a choice," Amu sighed, "since someone decided to assign me as his personal maid…"

"I don't know who this person is, but he is a mastermind," Ikuto smirked. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away with his newspaper under his arm.

Amu shook her head as she proceeded to finish hanging the laundry.

A/N:

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