Hey guys Chapter Three is finally here! I would like to thank everyone who favorited and added this to their alerts list and I would also like to give a big hug to Guest, ' , Guest, Rawrz, Luna123456, Tabbykatroses, and ikuto and amu together 4ever(x2) for your reviews. I love getting reviews especially since this is my first time in this fandom:) so without further ado here is Chapter Three!

Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara….I'm such a failure

Ikuto laid his head back against Amu's locker. It was almost eight and she still hadn't arrived. If she didn't get here soon she was going to be late and if Ikuto knew her like he knew he did she wouldn't want that to tarnish her perfect record.

"This is borderline stalker behavior Ikuto."

Ikuto looked away from the school's entrance to meet Kukai's exasperated eyes. "I'm just waiting for my friend Hinamori-chan to get here. There is nothing wrong, or stalkerish, about that is there," he asked innocently and Kukai scoffed.

"Right, friend," he said rolling his eyes. Ikuto smirked at him and Kukai glared at him before looking over at the school's entrance. Ikuto grew concerned when his friend's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. Ikuto raised a single blue eyebrow before looking over to see what his friend was staring at. Ikuto nearly gulped and he could feel his pants tighten.

"That vixen," he muttered under his breath as a certain pinkette made her way down the hallway. Her lithe frame was covered, if you could call it that, by a lacy black number that looked like it belonged in the bedroom. She had a pair of heels on that made her fish-net covered legs look like they went on for miles.

"You sure know how to pick them," Kukai said letting out a little wolf whistle. Ikuto tore his eyes off of his goddess' form to glare at his friend.

"Don't even think about it," Ikuto hissed and he could see Kukai take a nervous step back.

"I'm just saying, I already have Utau," Kukai said rubbing the back of his head nervously. Ikuto felt rather guilty that the fact that it was his sister's boyfriend ogling his target hadn't even crossed his mind. He just hated that any man would dare look at her like that. Only he could do that.

"What are you doing here? Last time I checked your locker was on the junior wing."

Ikuto stopped glaring at Kukai and turned to face the vixen herself. Up close he could see that her eyes were outlined in a smoky black and her lips were a light pink that shimmered underneath the hallway lights. It took everything in him to stop himself from testing if her makeup was smudge-proof or not.

"I figured we could review for the quiz we have tomorrow in history but I suppose you'll have to head to class now," Ikuto told her struggling to only look at her face. Kami was testing him and damnit he didn't think it was a test he would pass with flying colors.

"Oh, sorry Tsukiyomi-san. It took me a little longer to get ready this morning," she said innocently and Ikuto nearly groaned. Extra time indeed, the devil himself must have helped her get ready. She was looked so sinful.

"It's fine Hinamori-chan," Ikuto said smoothly. Regardless of her attire he still had to keep his cool. As much as he wanted to take her right there and then, it wouldn't go over too well with her. He needed to have patience and who knows maybe later down the road he could make her wear that outfit where it belonged.

In his bedroom, although it would end up the floor before she could blink. Or beg. Ikuto shook his head as flashes of pink flashed through his head. And it wasn't the vixen's hair he was picturing.

"Tsukiyomi-san?"

Ikuto looked down at Amu and gave her a small smile. "I'll see you next period, Hinamori-chan," he said as the bell rang signaling first period. She gave him a polite smile and Ikuto immediately turned around and made his way to gym. Kukai followed after him and after listening to Kukai's quiet chuckles all the way to the gym he turned around and fixed his friend with a hard stare.

"Do you have something to say?"

"Yes, actually," Kukai said looping his arm around Ikuto's shoulders. "You might want to go to the bathroom and…fix yourself, before you head into the locker room," Kukai told him before winking and walking into the gym. Ikuto looked down and almost groaned at the bulge in his jeans. He cursed before heading to the bathroom to take care of his little problem.

"It's on now, Hinamori-chan."

Amu felt absolutely ridiculous.

The fish-nets were itchier than the ones she usually wore, the heels were giving her a blister, and if one more guy stared at her boobs she was going to go and put on her gym clothes. After socking him in that face. Hard.

"Amu-chan your face is ruining your outfit."

Amu turned and glared at Rima who was taking a sip from her water bottle. "My face," Amu asked incredulously. "That's what you think is wrong with this outfit."

"Didn't I just say that? Now stop scowling and smile, or maybe give a little pout. I didn't let you use my lipstick so you could scowl at everything with a penis."

"Shut up," Amu spat her face flushing. "Ikuto saw me so I'm done."

"You're right, why don't you go put on your gym clothes and call it a day," Rima said nodding her head sympathetically and Amu sighed in relief.

"Thanks Ri-

"Idiot," Rima said hitting the back of her head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"My poor, naïve Amu-chan. Ikuto seeing you is not our objective," Rima said smoothing out the strands of hair she had messed up when she hit Amu.

"It's not," Amu asked confused.

"Nope," Rima said popping her lips on the 'p'. "He's actually the only one who doesn't need to see you."

"That makes no sense," Amu told her as she made her way to her math class.

"We want Ikuto to see that you're not just another conquest. We want him to realize you are the conquest."

"By having every guy within a fifty mile radius leer at me," Amu hissed as a senior looked her up and down.

"Lookin' good pinky," he told her and his friends wolf whistled. Amu glared at them until they disappeared around the corner. Amu turned around and fixed her glare on Rima who was twirling a blonde curl innocently.

"Is that what you wanted to happen," Amu asked and Rima up to her and nodded.

"Yes, at least partly."

"What's the other part," Amu asked frowning and Rima grinned.

"The locker room."

"The locker room," Amu repeated confused.

"The locker room," Rima confirmed.

Ikuto walked into the locker room late after taking care of his little 'problem' and most of the guys were already in the middle of a discussion when he got there.

"I'll admit she's hot but she's a little lacking if you know what I mean," one of the guys said groping his chest as if he had a pair of tits to grab. A few of the guys chuckled but most of them were shaking their heads.

"I don't think she's lacking at all," an older guy, Kyo if he remembered correctly, said pulling on his t-shirt. "Besides anything she's missing up top she makes up for it with that ass." Most of the guys whooped in agreement and Kyo was clapped on the back by a few of his buddies. Despite the rest of the guy's high spirits Ikuto felt a pool of dread in his stomach.

"Who are you talking about," he asked as he slipped his shorts off. The other guys looked over at him and Kyo shot him a wolfish grin.

"Hinamori Amu, you know she is, don't you Ikuto," he asked mockingly. A few of the guys chuckled at his expense and Ikuto glared at him. His pursuit of Amu wasn't a secret and neither was her outright rejection of him. Ikuto hadn't taken a lot of shit for it since most guys didn't feel like getting their asses handed to them. This guy was a little more confident than the rest though and Ikuto was going to enjoy taking him down a peg.

"What's taking so long boys, the girls are already done," their coach yelled walking in. He grabbed a shirt off the floor and whacked a bare chested Kukai with it. Kukai yelped and glared at their coach as he exited the locker room.

"Bastard," he muttered rubbing his now red side.

"I heard that Souma," their coach yelled out from outside the locker room. Kukai immediately straightened and Ikuto glared at Kyo before making his way over to his, foolish, best friend.

"Come on Kukai," he said handing him his shirt. Kukai gave him a grateful smile and the two made their way out into the gym. The girls were all leaning against the bleachers and the few guys who were already out of the locker room were stretching.

Ikuto and Kukai made their way to the back of the gym and plopped down on the hard wood floor. Ikuto ignored the coy looks the surrounding girls were sending him and instead tried to keep his mind preoccupied with things that didn't include black lace or fishnets.

A sharp whistle provided him a quick reprieve and he walked forward with the rest of his class to stand around his coach who was giving them all a sadistic smirk.

"Today's game will be," he paused and Ikuto rolled his eyes at the dramatic gasp that sounded throughout the room. "Dodgeball."

This announcement was met with a large girlish groan and the cheers and whistles that typically accompanied rising testosterone.

Ikuto smirked and set his eyes on a cocky looking Kyo. Kyo turned his head and met his eyes and the boy's cocky grin made Ikuto very grateful for the fact that the school board had approved the use of actually rubber dodgeballs. Those white plushies just didn't give the same satisfaction.

"Ok, we're sorting by last names. A-L to the left, M-Z to the right." Ikuto bumped fists with Kukai at the realization that they were on the same team. They both jogged over to the right wall with their fellow teammates and waited for the game to start. Ikuto eyed the other team and he smirked when he noticed Kyo was among the soon to be losing team.

The coach blew his whistle and the boys all took off for the middle while most of the girls stayed behind. Ikuto weaved in and out of the crowd and grabbed a ball from off the ground. He stepped back and he looked over to see Kukai was a few feet to this left. Kukai gave him a quick smile before a red streak appeared and Kukai fell holding onto his now bruised cheek. Ikuto looked across the court to see Kyo high fiving his buddies. Ikuto growled and when Kyo looked over and smirked at him, it was on.

"Need some help?"

Ikuto was surprised to see Amu's little blonde friend's boy toy standing next to him.

"What's in it for you," Ikuto asked suspiciously and the awkwardly beautiful boy smiled at him.

"We're on the same team, do I need another reason to help you," he asked innocently and Ikuto just shrugged and turned to Kyo who was now attempting to pelt a nerdy boy with green hair.

"Oh great now they're aiming for Kairi," the blue haired boy said frowning. He picked up and rolling ball and threw it up before catching it. "I'm assuming you wish to aim for Kyo-san?"

"You assume correctly," Ikuto said and the two boys fixed their eyes on the smirking senior. Nagihiko threw with a lot more force than Ikuto thought the gentle man to have but it ended up hitting one of Kyo's gang. Said male just looked over and gave the two boys a mocking salute.

"That's irksome," Nagihiko growled quietly. He picked up another ball and this time Ikuto joined him. The two boys aimed at the annoying senior and Ikuto smirked when they both connected.

"Tsukiyomi, Fugisaki," the coach yelled out in warning as a groaning Kyo was carried off to the bleachers. The coach's eyes then widened and he pointed an accusatory finger at Nagihiko. "Fugisaki, you're supposed to be on the other side of the gym," he spat and Nagihiko shrugged his shoulders innocently.

"Whoops," he said walking over to the other side before winking at Ikuto. Ikuto didn't have time to ask the boy what his wink and assistance had meant because the coach announced it was time to go change.

Ikuto jogged over to Kukai and the boy's smirk made him wince.

"What," he asked annoyed as the two made their way into the locker room.

"I'm just wondering how I never noticed it," Kukai said and Ikuto frowned at him.

"Noticed what?"

"That Fugisaki had the hots for you."

"OW!"

Amu took a deep breath as she left her math class. Every guy in her class had stared at her at some point in her class and now she was going to have to brave the hallways.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered as she walked into her Japanese History class.

"I agree," a voice said from behind her and Amu turned to find the reason for her outfit standing behind her. Too close, as a matter of fact.

"Tsukiyomi-san," she greeted and Ikuto gave her a small smile in return.

"Hinamori-chan," he said in reply and he stepped up until their chests were nearly touching. "You look…different today. A special occasion?"

"No special occasion Tsukiyomi-san. Just felt like something different," she told him and at his unimpressed look she cleared her throat and began to make her way to her seat. She plopped down in the same seat she had taken the day before and Ikuto sat down beside her. Amu was about to say something to her when a hand on her back made her yelp.

"No need to play innocent Hinamori, you're obviously not. I mean look at you," a junior said eyeing her up and down. Amu was about to retort when a hand landed on the boy's shoulder. Amu looked up to see the hand was attached to a very angry Ikuto. She hadn't even seen him move.

"Back off," he said his voice low. The boy chuckled nervously but Ikuto looked unmoved.

"What's your problem," the junior said his eyes darting around. He stepped out of Ikuto's grip and Ikuto shifted so he was closer to Amu. Amu didn't trust Ikuto but she knew he wasn't an immediate threat unlike the sleaze that was backing away. "Whatever," the boy spat and Ikuto glared at him until he sat down in a desk.

"Thanks," Amu said uncertainly and Ikuto's menacing aura slipped away and was replaced with his usual easy smirk.

"Anytime, Hinamori-chan," Ikuto said sitting back down. "Although you should consider what he said."

"What," Amu asked insulted. Did he think she was easy? He was obviously forgetting the several times she had shot him down in the past three weeks. If she was easy she would have jumped at his offer like most of the girls around her did.

"Your outfit gives people the wrong impression. You're not a slut therefore you shouldn't dress like one," Ikuto said calmly. He looked at her still slightly angry face and smirked. "You thought I was saying you were easy didn't you," he asked chuckling. Amu felt herself flush. What was he a mind reader?

"I'm not a mind reader," Ikuto said. "You're just really easy to read," he told her his ever present smirk there.

"Am not," Amu fumed. She looked away and pressed her hands to her cheeks. They felt hot and she knew they were probably pinker than her hair.

"Of course not," Ikuto teased before leaning back in his chair. "You're 'cool and spicy Hinamori Amu' to the core."

"That's not me at all," Amu protested before turning away. She had nothing to prove to Ikuto. He could think whatever he wanted. Although, she was supposed to be 'wooing' him so to speak.

She really sucked at this.

"I know," Ikuto said turning to face her. He propped his hand up on his hand and Amu found herself almost nervous at his intense gaze. "You're not who everyone thinks you are."

Now why did he have to go say something like that? It was almost sweet.

"You're not even close to being cool. 'Dorky and socially incapable Hinamori Amu' would be far more fitting," he said his smoldering gaze turning into a mischievous smirk.

"Y-you jerk," Amu huffed turning to face the front.

"Aw, how cute a stutter," Ikuto cooed.

"Do you have something you want to share with class Tsukiyomi-san," their teacher said frowning. Amu flushed even though she wasn't the one in trouble. She hadn't even noticed the lesson had started.

"No, not all Ishisda-sensei," Ikuto said smirking. The teacher looked like she wanted to say something else but she simply shook her head and turned to the board. Amu took out her notebook and diligently copied down the rest of the lesson. She wasn't surprised when Ikuto laid his head down fifteen minutes into the lesson and started to sleep. She just sighed and ignored him in favor of taking notes. At least he wasn't staring at her like he did the day before.

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"You heading to chemistry," Ikuto asked stretching.

"Yeah, you're going the same way right," Amu asked letting her hair fall as she stood up to hide her smirk.

"Yeah, we should hurry wouldn't want you to be late," he said mockingly. He picked up his single notebook and started walking and Amu grabbed her bag off the floor. How he got through a day with so little stuff, she would never understand.

"Come on pinkie let's go," Ikuto said standing by the door.

"Didn't know you were so motivated to learn," Amu teased and Ikuto smirked before leaning in until his mouth was nearly touching her ear.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," he whispered. Amu repressed a shiver but then quickly came to her senses and pushed him back.

"I don't need to know anything else about you, pervert."

Ikuto chuckled before making his way out into the hallway. Amu followed after him and grinned when she saw Rima talking to Nagihiko by the door. Amu turned to say good-bye to Ikuto but was surprised to find that his gaze was on Nagihiko.

"You know him?"

"Kind of," Ikuto said before turning back to her. "I'll see you around," he told her and Amu nodded and started walking towards her classroom.

"Oh and Hinamori," Ikuto called out.

"What?"

Ikuto smirked at her and looked her up and down. "Don't let a hooker dress you tomorrow, it doesn't suit you."

Amu flushed and didn't bother giving him a response before turning and storming towards her classroom.

"Amu-chan is something wrong," Rima asked a single blonde brow raised.

"We are not friends," Amu said simply walking into the classroom.

Rima scoffed. "You don't mean it."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't you love me."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do not."

"Do too-wait! Damnit!"

"Language Amu-chan, otherwise we can't be friends anymore."

"I hate you."

Ok that's it for chapter three. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter it was my favorite so far:) I love Rima and I adore writing the dialogue between her and Amu. It kind of reminds me of Ino and Sakura from Naruto, which is generally the fandom I write fanfiction for. Please review!

-Sakura478