JalaLoveLatte: Sorry, I just got a free time and wrote this chapter really quick.

Ikuto: Hey, hey, hey, JalaLoveLatte.

JalaLoveLatte: Hm?

Ikuto: This is an amuto story right?

JalaLoveLatte: Yeah, why? I could change it to kukamu or tadamu if you want.

Ikuto: No, I'm not sharing my little strawberry to ANYONE.

Amu: Oi, who said I was yours -_-

Ikuto: I meant, if this really is an amuto story, then where am I?

JalaLoveLatte: You'll see *smirks*

Amu: O.o it's pretty creepy when you smirk, oh well, I'm going to do the disclaimer anyways, JalaLoveLatte doesn't own Shugo Chara or any of its characters!

JalaLoveLatte: *still smirking*

Amu: … Ok, you've GOT to stop that.

JalaLoveLatte: Oh right, please check out my One-shot "Live in my Heart" XD


Ikuto's POV

Ukh, a new school, I really don't like changing school. It's a bother to meet new people and memorize not only their faces but their names too. I mean, really? I'm not playing *karuta here. Whatever, at least this way I could get a break from my fan girls. Although having a good-looking face is cool, but its tiring. You're going to have one whole stampede of fan girls right under your heels, following you like some obsessed stalker. One time, I even found two girls from my fan club in my bathroom taking samples of my shampoo. Its creepy how they even thought of getting a sample of my shampoo, its already creepy enough by not even knowing how the heck they got into my house.

As I strode over to the entrance, I saw something pink that caught my eyes. Pink? Impossible, there's no one in this world that has pink hair. Even if it's dyed, the school won't allow it. It may be some punk or rebel student here so, why should I care? I shook off my thought and went straight to the door with my hoodies on. I went straight to the principal's office and knocked the door.

"Come in"

I heard a voice coming from inside the room, so I waltz into the room.

"Ah, Ikuto-kun, nice to see you. How's your father doing with that violin career of his?" asked a guy with brown unkempt neck-length hair.

Surprisingly, this man is the principal of this school. His appearance might be out of date, but he's a great business man.

"Fine, but it's still that busy up until now. He's been getting more jobs to perform at concerts or join variety shows"

"Oh, that's good to hear. You're father is really a hard-working man, especially ever since your mother passed away. I can't imagine how he felt. He always talked about how perfect she was when we were college roomies," he said.

My father worked as a violinist, and when he was in college, he shared his room with him. I don't really like to talk about my mother. She passed away just a few years ago. And after that, we started to move to different places. Mainly to forget about my mom, but it gave us the reverse effect, so we came back here. And I've transferred from one school to another countless of times. I don't really have any problems of passing to the next year since my grades are high.

"You're now in the first year of high school right? And you're 16 years of age?" he asked.

I simply said, "Yes"

"Ok, then here's your schedule and find the first year's classroom, and also your locker number," he appointed as he handed me the schedule with a piece of paper that contained my locker number.

"Arigato Nikaidou, see you later"

"Hey! Address me with as a sensei or a principle in school!" he complained as I closed the door behind me and strode over to my classroom.


First period, First period, let's see … it's … oh right, homeroom! I felt like an idiot after thinking about that. Every school starts with homeroom! I clutched my bag and continued to walk to my classroom. I was wearing something really simple. Just a short sleeved grey hoodies with a long sleeved white v-neck t-shirt under it and jeans. I also wore a black converse and a grey military bag to top it off.

I arrived in front of the door of my new classroom and took off my hoodies, letting my midnight blue hair drop. I knocked a few times and heard a voice from the classroom.

"Oh, the new transfer student is here," it said. It sounded like a man's voice which I'm guessing is the homeroom teacher in charge for this class. He slides the door open and gestured for me to walk into the class. And so I walked in, and walked till I reach the middle next to the teacher's podium.

"Class, this is our new transfer student," he said, "Go on, introduce yourself."

"I'm Tsukiyomi Ikuto, 16 years old. I've been changing schools and living in different countries up until now. I play the violin. I like cats. I love chocolate. I guess that's it," I said, pausing after each statement as if I was thinking. I kept my hands stuffed inside my jean pockets and my bag clinging on one of my shoulder.

After I was done with my introductions, all the girls in the class were squealing and staring at me with love and lust shown on their eyes. And the boys were giving me an envious glare. I couldn't blame them for this handsome good-looking face of mine. I was getting tired of all this. Every time I transferred school, they always act like this. Girls would immediately make a fan club of me, and name it something ridiculous, like that last time, they named it "IkuLoveHaatoForever". What the heck does that mean? And guys would just keep their distance away from me and glaring at me as if they wanted to bore a hole in my skull.

Again, something caught my eyes. And there, I saw it. Pink. I saw Pink. For the first time ever, I saw a girl with Pink hair. Pink! How often do you come across a girl with pink hair that is not dyed? Never! This girl could be interesting, and what's more, I saw her eyes. They were the colours of golden honey. And they looked so sweet and irresistible. But the thing that caught me off guarded was her eyes. Not the colours, but the direction where it was looking at. She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at another girl to her right, with a blonde wavy hair and a black headband. This girl was also not looking at me. And she would also look to her left. This time it was a boy, with brown shaggy hair. Wait, I something seems familiar about him. I recognized him. And when he puts an idiotic grin on his face, that's when I realized. He was Kukai. Souma Kukai. My childhood friend and neighbor when I was living here before my mom passed away. And again, he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the girl with the blonde hair and the girl with pink locks that reached past her chest. They were the only three that wasn't looking at me. Out of six schools, this was the first time that someone wasn't looking at me with jealousy or love or lust in their eyes. And three of them that is! I was shocked.

"Tsukiyomi-san, please take your seat behind next to Hanase-san. Hanase-san, please raise your hand," the lavender headed teacher said.

I saw a person with short green hair raising her hand. I walked past the three people that wasn't looking at me and took a seat next to that Hanase-san girl. I was two tables behind them. They didn't took notice of anything else in the room except for one another. That was really weird. This is a new thing, maybe I could even get to enjoy school for once.


Time Skip: Break time

It was finally break time, after two whole periods of Homeroom, we had Math. And it was boring. I saw the pinkette got up her seat and started to walk towards the door followed by the wavy blonde and Kukai. He still hasn't noticed me. Maybe I should give them a surprise. I went outside the class and remembered I need to put my books in my locker. I walked downstairs towards the hallway and searched for my locker number. 236 … 236 … Where is it? Ah, here it is. Surprisingly, my locker was across from Kukai and the two girls' locker. They got their lockers in a row. Lucky bastards. After I was done stuffing in my locker, I went up to them.

"Long time no see," I said squeezing into their conversation.

"Umm, do I know you?" he said after a pause with a confused look. The pinkette and blonde just stared at me with a confused expression. They didn't squeal or anything, even after meeting my appearance. Wow, they really are normal.

"Aww, don't tell me you've forgotten me, Kukai," I said while acting to be hurt.

"Masaka…. Ikuto? Is it really you?!"

"Took you long enough to recognize me," I said while leaning against a locker door.

"When did you come back? I mean why did you come back? Didn't you leave cuz… you know … that?" he asked with a worried look on his face.

"Yeah, it didn't really work out. By the way, introduce me to your friends there,"

"Oh right. Ikuto meet Hinamori Amu. Amu meet Ikuto, he's my old neighbor," he said while pointing to Amu then to me.

"Hey, Hinamori, call me Ikuto," I said.

"Hey. Just call me Amu. And I'd rather call you Tsukiyomi, if you don't mind that is," she said with a cool and spicy character.

"Ok, fine with me"

"And this is Mashiro Rima," Kukai continued.

"Nice to meet you, Mashiro," I said.

"Just call me Rima, Tsukiyomi," she said with a poker face and a bored expression. She walked off and Amu followed her to the stairs.

"Ok," I said as I inched closer to Kukai and whispered to him, "You've seriously made really weird friends."

"Hahaha, you'll get used to it soon enough, basically, that's what's good about them. They're not like other girls," he said. Well, Kukai was also sort of popular around here so he understands my feelings too. But he has it way simpler than I do.

"I can at least get what you mean by the way they didn't squeal over me."

"Oh no … that wasn't what I was talking about."

"Huh? What do you mean? I thought you meant the way they act towards hot guys like me."

"Never mind, and yeah … that's true as well though," Kukai said as he ran to catch up with Amu and Rima.

True as well? Wasn't he talking about the same thing I was talking about? If he wasn't then, how are they different from other girls? I shook off that thought and guessing something like their type of boys or type of fashion or maybe even the fact that they were cross-dressers. Hahaha, no way, they can't be cross-dressers. They look too much like a girl.

I walked off to Kukai's direction and followed them to the classroom.


The next few lessons were as boring as it'll ever get. The next lesson was Arts. We went downstairs to the art studio and took our seat. Rima was sitting next to me and Kukai across me, next to him was Amu. We had to draw the object in front of us. We had to draw a pineapple with a glass of milk and the milk carton. I had to admit, my drawing wasn't the best. I'm not that good with art. I looked over at Rima's and it was clear that she wasn't good at all! I asked Kukai to show me his and he proudly showed it to me.

"What kind of pineapple has legs?!" I asked a little bit perplexed. Well, this is Kukai we're talking about. He always was some kind of an idiot or it's just his brain malfunctioning.

"My pineapple! Art is all about imagination and drawing what you see. And in my eyes, it has legs. I think it's clear that my eyes can see artistically," he said with a voice bearing his pride.

"OR eyes that can mistake two twigs as legs," I said while taking the two short twigs jammed under the pineapple. He blushed a little and whipped his head back to his drawing.

"At least my eyes are imaginative," he said with a barely audible voice.

"WOAH! AMU! That is so good and realistic!" he softly shouted.

"Thx"

I was curious so I went over to Amu and saw what she was drawing. Wow, I had to admit, Kukai was right. The sketching was so neat and nice. Everything was so detailed. You could even see the nutrients table on the milk carton. She was indeed artistic. I was about to compliment and praise her when there was a sudden vibration noise.

*DRRRRRR* *DRRRRRRR* *DRRRRRRR*

I looked over to Amu, Kukai and Rima and they were looking at their wrist. The vibration must've come from that. I realized that they were exchanging glances with each other, and Rima whispered to Kukai saying "Let's go"

I was confused so I asked, "Where are you guys planning to go? It's not even lunch time yet."

"Umm… nothing Ikuto, just go back to you sketching," Kukai said. I narrowed my eyebrows making them slanted downwards in a confused expression.

"We…wait…..until Lunch time?" was what I can hear from Kukai's whispering.

"No…..we… to transform right?"and that was all I heard from Rima's.

Wait what?! Transform? What transformed? Why? When? Is it like change appearance? As in changing to a boy?! That means…

I discovered their secret! Does that mean I was right?

They were…

That means … R-r-rima and A-a-amu are …

Rima and Amu are REALLY cross-dressers?!


JalaLoveLatte: Done, I'm sorry the chapters not really long, but I promise the next one is going to be long!

Ikuto: You know, this story is really out of hand.

JalaLoveLatte: Ikuto you meanie! *Runs away*

Kukai: Aaah, she ran away.

Rima: Idiot.

Amu: You inconsiderate jerk.

Ikuto: What did I do this time?

Amu: Ignore the confused idiot here, and please R&R.


Info

*Karuta: A game consisting of cards with 100 poetry. The poetry is divided within two verse and the second verse is put into the card. The reader reads the first verse, and you must find the card consisting of the second verse. The first one to finsih all cards in their territory wins.