Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara. All rights go to Peach Pitt
So, I'm extremely happy right now. I got many suggestions on the outfit for Amu, and I have decided to mix two suggestions together and add my own touch (:
So, I would like to thank these two revieweres greatly.
Thank you, XxNekoHentaixX and XX Mizuki Mirai XX. You both helped make Amu's outfit more like her and made my idea seem like dirt. Thanks :D
However, I wont forget about my other reviewers. You guys really make me smile! Thanks so much! And I do apologize for this extrememly late chapter. I'll try harder next chapter. I'm not going to make exscuses for you to forgive me. It was entirely my fault, I'm sorry!
Enjoy! (btw, I can ensure plenty of fluff this chapter, even though I've never been the best at writing fluff)
Nervous hands played with the strings on torn black skinny jeans. There was no possible way that this could actually be happening to her. She hadn't done anything wrong to deserve this torture.
A warm, reassuring hand rested over hers, squeezing it gently. "Amu." Ikuto's soothing voice washed over her, making her relax into the couch immediately.
A shadow appeared above them, making the two look up simultaneously. A protective mother glared down at the them, glancing at their entertwined hands. "Well, Amu. Seeing as this is your first date since you were eleven, and also that Ikuto-san is much older than you, I think we need to have a little talk."
A blush spread across Amu's face and she glanced at the sniggering Rima sitting on the stairs, watching everything unfold before her. The pink haired girl sighed jealously, silently wishing she were the one watching her best friend have 'the talk' right before a date. She's eighteen, for God's sake! She learned everything in Sex Education. She didn't need a second instructing, especially from her parents, in front of Ikuto.
Damn that Ikuto. He wasn't nervous in the least. A calm look was etched into his face as he slouched into the couch, looking at Amu's parents with steady eyes, awaiting their lecture. Amu was positive that he would get much enjoyment out of her own embarrassment. Damn him and his irrisistable cat ears and midnight eyes. If she weren't so helplessly in love with the idiot, she would have kicked his ass by now.
"Amu, as we all know, you're getting older..." her father began, sitting himself and his wife on the couch adjacent from the two.
Already, Amu's face grew darker. "Yes, I've noticed," she said sarcastically to hide her embarrassment.
He cleared his throat and ignored her comment. "And well...things start to change. You get taller, your body shapes differently, and your hormones-"
"D-Dad!" Amu cut him off, closing her eyes and leaning onto Ikuto's side. "This is disgusting. I don't want to have this talk with my parents. I know everything. I took Sex Ed. Use a condom, get on the pill. Or better yet, just don't do it!"
Dumbfounded, Amu's parents gaped at her as Ikuto chuckled endlessly. "Amu," Ikuto began slowly. "I don't think they meant all that. I just think they wanted you to understand what would go on with your body if I were to...turn you on, to put it bluntly."
Amu cursed under her breath. There was no way this was happening.
It felt as though she were in complete bliss. His lips on hers felt like absolute perfection, melting away reality and filling her mind with thoughts of nothing but him. It was a gentle kiss, passionate, but not needy. He kept a hand firmly on her lower back to pull her closer, her arms wrapped around his neck for support. Everything felt right.
"Amu?" a voice broke her from her thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"
She turned to face Ikuto in the driver's seat. His eyes were unwavering from the road as he spoke, both hands on the wheel. His lips were upturned in the most delicious smirk...
"Amu," he repeated. "Stop staring, it's making me uncomfortable."
The pinkette gasped and turned to look out her window, her eyebrow twitching in annoyance. "I wasn't staring!" she denied quickly, crossing her arms over her chest tightly.
Suddenly, Amu felt something poke her side and she looked down to see Ikuto's hand resting on her upper thigh, palm facing up. Understanding what he wanted, she unfolded her arms and twined her fingers with his.
This wasn't some action Ikuto would've undergone in the past, but time changes people, for better or worse. But even though, with years of waiting for Ikuto, this small change held no difference in the way she saw him. He was still her Ikuto, and he'd always be.
This wasn't exactly how she'd imagine her first date with Ikuto. Of course, it was still nice and all, but it didn't seem like something he would do. It was so simple.
A romantic dinner with a candle light and paper hearts adorning the walls was what every girl would expect as her first date. Amu, however, hadn't expected this at all.
"Ikuto," she muttered softly into the quiet, private room. "I don't think I'm dressed for this." She looked down at her torn black skinny jeans, Converse (do not own), form-fitting midnight top, and a simple necklace that had a black 'X' on it.
The blue eyed boy shrugged and smirked, reaching into a black bag that sat by the table. "I came prepared," he said, pulling out a short blue dress. "Utau picked it out. She wanted to contribute to this date so badly in some way."
Amu laughed, barely remembering Utau's flawless face. "Tell her I said thank you. But, um..." she hesitated, "Where exactly am I going to change into that? And no one can see us, anyways. It's not like it's that big of a deal..."
Iktuo waggled a finger in her face playfully and 'tsked' at her. "True, no one will see you. But where we are going next, every one will see you."
Amu ignored that comment for the moment. "But again, where am I going to change into it?"
A devious smirk grew wider. "Right here, of course."
A lobster couldn't compare to the redness of the girl's face at this moment. "You...aren't serious, are you?"
"As serious as I'll ever be."
She sighed then smiled. "Still the same pervert."
A stuffed Amu shoved her pink face againt the window of the car door. "Ikuto, stop teasing me and just tell me where we're going!"
Ikuto opened his mouth to speak, but Amu cut him off immediately. "And no, I don't think or even hope that we're going to some cheap motel, you pervert!"
Ikuto's face contorted into a light pout. "You're cruel, Amu."
Amu couldn't help but think that the way he scrunched his eyebrows together and how his bottom lip jutted out was absolutely adorable. She giggled at her thoughts, picturing cat ears atop his head, only making him seem cuter. At this, she laughed loudly, capturing Ikuto's attention.
"I think you've gone mad..." he muttered, glancing at her from the corner of his eye and chuckling softly with her.
She quieted down, her laughter subsiding back to a giggle and turned to face him. "So Ikuto, were you able to find your father?" she asked slowly as to not sadden him.
Midnight eyes fixed themselves on the girl as they stopped at a red light. "No," he answered. "I was close once, but I didn't succeed. He left to the UK as soon as I found he was in Germany the week before."
Amu just stared at him as he fixed his gaze back on the road, taking in what he said wholeheartedly. "Do you ever wonder what he would do if he knew you were searching for him?"
He shrugged. "I don't think as childishly as you, Amu-koi," he teased with a light tone, hoping to get off the subject.
Amu pouted, but said nothing else as they came to a stop in front of a mysterious looking building. "This...isn't a shabby motel, right?"
Ikuto gave her a look, raising an eyebrow. "You'd be surprised. I'm actually not a total ass as you keep making me out to be."
A giggle escaped her lips and she shyly took a hold of his hand. "Come on, I'm curious."
He smiled softly, shocked that she held his hand first. "Follow me."
Amu fiddled nervously with the edge of her blue dress, trying to pull it down, although her efforts were futile. The dress was amazingly beautiful, but Amu wasn't sure if it were only meant to only stand in, not bend down or sit. And it was very form fitting, much to the pinkette's discomfort. On top of it all, with the baby blue dress and soft pink hair, she felt like cotton candy. "Ikuto," she whined softly into the empty room. "Where are you? Ugh, where am I?"
"Calm down, my good lady. Ikuto-sama will be with you shortly. For now, I'll show you to the seating area," someone spoke from behind her, a fake accent laid thickly in the familiar voice.
She turned her hazel eyes to the mysterious man with a mask and ... spiky hair. From somewhere around her, she heard a faint whisper. "He sure is laying it on thick, huh?"
Amu ignored this and nodded to the strange man, follwing his finger as he pointed to a table a few feet away. At this, she rolled her eyes and walked to sit down, but the man dashed ahead of her, nearly knocking her over, and pulled the chair out. "Ma'am," he said in a polite tone.
To say that Amu was irritated was an understatement, but she took her seat anyhow, allowing him to push her in.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked, taking her coat as if it were an afterthought.
She thought about telling him to go away, but decided better of it and asked, "Where's Ikuto?"
The masked man shrugged casually. "I don't know. Bathroom?"
A loud, obnoxioius cough echoed through the dim room and the man straighten his shoulders, looking professional again. "I must take my leave. Call if you need anything." And he was gone, leaving Amu to herself.
Minutes felt like hours. There was nothing to the small, almost claustrophobic, space she was in. The concrete walls and floors spoke of nothingness, the flickering light above showing the room no personality. The small, wooden platform in front of the table she sat at was covered in a thin layer of dust, making everything seem more dead than it already had.
As a pair of hazel eyes danced around the room, Ikuto grabbed his violin, stepping out from behind the torn red curtains on the side of the platform. The lights dimmed further around where Amu sat, nearly capturing her in complete darkness, as a spotlight shone on Ikuto. This immediately captured Amu's attention, her heart racing out of control as she turned her eyes on the man in front of her. A strange feeling crept up to her chest as she looked at him, an odd fluttering tickling the insides of her stomach. Amu was sure she'd felt this before, but never as strong.
All thoughts were erased from her mind as a bow was pulled across the strings of a violin, a beautiful melody emitting from the instrument. It was a slow, sad tune; one that made hazel eyes brim with tears.
Amu wiped away droplets of tears that caught in her eyelashes and listened closer as he played a quicker, happier song that was laced with pain and longing.
The whole time Amu listened to the music, she noticed the array of emotions the sounds brought. But one stayed throughout the song, making her heart ache. She couldn't tell what this feeling was that consumed her heart in the strangest way, but she didn't like it.
The song slowed once again, the violin emitting a beautiful melody filled with love. Ikuto's eyes finally opened and looked at Amu, a small smile on his face. Their eyes connected and Amu couldn't help but blush at the intensity of his midnight orbs.
With the final note, Ikuto lowered his violin, never breaking eye contact with her. "I love you, Amu," Ikuto murmured softly.
Butterflies danced in her stomach. "I love you too, Ikuto," she replied shyly.
Their eyes finally broke from each other as Ikuto placed his violin down, stepping off the platform to kneel next to Amu. "You're so beautiful, my little strawberry," he chuckled out, kissing her cheek gently.
Her face turned pink. "I-Ikuto," she whined, embarrassed.
He continued chuckling, resting his forehead on hers. "I love you," he repeated, bringing his lips closer to hers.
Amu closed the gap between them. The moment their lips met, the bliss settled in. The kiss was like she had imagined, their lips moving in perfect syncronization. Ikuto swiped his tongue against her bottom lip, making her shiver. She allowed him access and they fought for dominance in her wet cavern.
Ikuto pulled away, panting and smiling. "Steal your first kiss, Amu-koi?"
Amu giggled. "No, Tadase and I definately made out while you were away."
He growled, standing them up and wrapping his arms around her protectively.
The pinkette melted away in his arms, becoming so comfortable, she nearly fell asleep upright. She felt perfect.
For now, everything was perfect.
I'm so sorry for such a terrible ending. I didn't exactly know how to end it. But I do need another suggestion for next chapter. I'm becoming quite uncreative lately... Sad face.
I'm sorry. I tried really hard to make this a longer one, but I failed miserably.
Review, please. Constructive critisism is encouraged!
