Shugo Chara

ThE BaBySiTtEr

Summary: Amu thinks Tsukiyomi is the cutest guy ever. Ikuto's little brother, that is. Amu baby-sits him often, and only caught the eye of the perverted cat boy, who's love rival is a four year old. With a jealous Ikuto, a stubborn Amu, a cute little toddler, and brother rivalry, what's not to love?

ShellyCullen: Here is chapter THREE! But before I do that, I want to give you a spoiler! To my stories Hot or Not chapter nineteen! You can't find it anywhere else but here! ^-^

Spoilers:

She stared at me, confused by my silent actions. "I'm going to go look for Ikuto."

This can't be happening.

"Where have you looked already?" "Everywhere."

"IKUTO?"

Recap:

"Maybe, since you seem to love Aruto-kun, you wouldn't mind being his babysitter and watching him everyday after school." Her confidence suddenly became a little and guilty, but I smiled.

"I-I'd love to." I answered as she stuck out her hand.

"Welcome then, Amu-chan. To the Tsukiyomi family."

Chapter Three:

Nightmares and First Encounters

Aruto's head shot up, bewildered. "So…you'll come back?" He asked, looking up at me questionably.

"Of course. I'll come see you everyday." I said, patting his head. He smiled honestly, once again.

The doorbell rang and Mrs. Tsukiyomi walked to the front over, supporting her back. I was able to hear a little of the conversation.

"Ah, your finally home." She said in a kind voice, but it was almost pained. Then there was silence.

"Uh-oh." Aruto whispered, wide eyed. I studied his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, just as he jumped out of my lap and tugged on my hand.

"Come on, we need to get upstairs!" He instructed, pulling me until I stood. Then he ran to a different room I realized was the kitchen.

"This way." He stated, running a head out another door. I followed, still just as confused.

We ended up back by the front doors of the house, just at the staircase. Aruto was running up, and peeking back down at me. I stood at the bottom step.

"Hurry!" He stated, waiting for me to come. I walked up a few steps and stared at him.

"What are you…?"

Aruto glared down the staircase now, where I had been standing moments before. He grabbed my arm, but not to shield himself. More as if protecting me.

"What?" He asked coldly to the person below us. I glanced down.

There was a teenage boy there. Rather tall with the same messy hair that Aruto had, only a lighter shade of blue instead of black. His skin was the tone of peach, and yet it still had a pale era to it, and his eyes a dark midnight blue as his locks. The guy brought a great resemblance to Aruto, even in the black outfit that covered him head to toe.

He was gorgeous, I had to admit. The good looks could be spotted from miles away. The way he posed, his lean, but somewhat muscular structure, and his own eyes held some powerful, unexplained aspect that unconsciously pulled you in. It was almost…painful, how beautiful and handsome he was, and from a distance.

The boy down there seemed to smile, in a cruel twisted way. I didn't have time to determine whether he was smirking or being sarcastic, for it disappeared into a bored expression in a moment. Silence hung over us.

"What are you doing?" The guy asked, raising an eyebrow to Aruto. His grip tightened on my arm ever so slightly.

"Why do you care what I do? You're the one who left me." Aruto hissed in a cruel voice. The guy down there must have been Ikuto.

The blood in my body began to boil. I didn't like the sound of this guy. Just by hearing what's he's done gave me an uncomfortable feeling starting in my very being. I took a step down and the boy gazed at me, curiosity evident in his dark eyes.

"You must be Ikuto." I pointed out, crossing my arms. His curiosity disappeared and was replaced with something known none other an amusement. He took a step up the stairs, keeping the casual look on.

"Yes. Heard of me, now have you?" He seemed to snicker, taking three more steps. He wasn't far now.

"We should go now." Aruto said to me, but I ignored him for the time being.

"Your mother mentioned quite a few things." I replied, just as he was two steps down from me. The amusement disappeared and his lips turned into a tight line.

"Most people who have heard of me go to my school. Why are you trying to learn about me through my mother?" He challenged, the smirk back in place. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not here for you. In fact, I didn't even know you existed before I came here today." I pointed out, making sure my fury was well known in my eyes. He looked displeased and confused.

"What are you here for then?" He asked, raising his eyebrow again. Only a hint of the amusement hung in his eyes.

"For Aruto." I stated simply. The boy, Ikuto looked at me, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. This was probably his first time rejected, by anyone.

"You can't be serious." He sighed, his composer back in place. I turned to Aruto, raising a finger and urging him up the stairs.

"Goodbye, Ikuto." I ended, following the toddler up to the top. He went to the left, opening a door and stepping in. I entered as well and he closed it behind me.

"You know, I've never heard someone talk like that to Ikuto. Especially a girl." Aruto said.

"Why? Does he bring girls often?" I asked, still mad at Ikuto. He's not really making himself seem better, is he?

"Yes. There's always a bunch around here your age. He keeps bringing them to his room. I don't really like them though. They just pinch my cheeks and tell me their going to eat me. Plus, they smell like a bunch of flowers. Yuck!" He stuck his tongue out and I giggled. Then he stared up at me.

"But…you don't smell like that. You smell just like strawberries…I think." I would have laughed again if I wasn't already preoccupied. So the guy was a playboy, too? As if I didn't hate him enough already.

My phone vibrated and I took it out of my back pocket. A text message…from mom?

CRAP! It's late!

"I gotta go, Aruto. I'll be back Monday though, alright?" He nodded, a little sad as I patted his head and walked out the door. Only, I bumped into something.

"Ow." I muttered, looking up into dark blue eyes. They were very deep and intense. I dropped my own gaze, blushing furiously. That was weird…

"Move." I commanded, glaring up at Ikuto. He smirked.

"Why? You just got here…" He said, taking a step forward and pressing against me. Why did it sound like his words had a double meaning to them? I backed up.

"I actually have to be somewhere…" I stated, avoiding his eyes. As much as I wanted to scream and yell and glare at him…right now he was just too much to handle.

"Can't you stay…just a little bit longer?" (That made me think of the song!) He was getting much closer now, and I could smell the sweetness of his breath blowing in my face. It gave me goose bumps and my face was probably exploding with heat. Only, I couldn't tell. My mind was mush, beginning to pound the rushing blood. My chest was aching by the heartbeats.

"H-HEY!"

Ikuto turned his head to the side, no longer gazing into my eyes. I was finally able to breathe, letting my sane thoughts return. That wasn't my voice, but at least I can think now.

I stared over at Aruto, who was shaking with anger. Ikuto was still to close to me, and I couldn't see his expression.

"What?" Ikuto asked casually, draping an arm around my shoulders. He was acting as if he did nothing wrong.

"D-Don't touch her!" Aruto spat, glaring at his older brother. Ikuto didn't move.

"Possessive, much? We are brothers, Aruto. Learn to share." He stated, pulling me into his chest. I tripped over slightly, blushing all over again.

"I-I'm not letting you have her! She's here for me, not you! She's my babysitter!" Aruto yelled, his face turning pink.

"Babysitter, huh?" Ikuto muttered, mostly to himself. Then he released me. "Well, I guess its all right if you leave, then. See you around." Ikuto smirked at me again and walked down the long hallway. I stood, angry and flustered.

I can't believe he did that!!! How dare he just come onto me and start hugging me and telling me to stay! He's got another thing coming if he thinks I'll be seeing him around.

"A-Amu-chan…" Aruto whispered. I looked down at him. His face was still red, but for a different reason.

"It is okay if I call you that, right?" He asked me, staring up shyly. My eyes widened. He finally said my name.

"Of course, Aruto-kun. And don't worry about Ikuto. I am here for you, and only you." I ruffled his hair as always and left the house.

If only Ikuto weren't determined to prove her wrong…

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When I arrived home, I got to my room and fell onto my bed face first. I was glad everything had worked out. I can see Aruto everyday to baby-sit, he's just like the little brother I've always wanted, and I made sure he had his safe home back. I just wish Ikuto wasn't his older brother.

I sighed and rolled over, now laying on my back. I jumped up, surprised when my phone suddenly vibrated. I pulled it out and checked.

Forward this message! I'm serious this time. If you don't send it to 8 people in the next fifteen minutes, your worst nightmare may come true!

I looked over the message, a bit paranoid. They couldn't know I didn't forward the first one…could they? And who was sending me these chain letter anyway?!

I checked the text again and glared at it, pushing the delete button. It disappeared from the screen. No, they couldn't know. I'm just being silly.

0.0

I woke up Sunday morning, hearing the chirps of birds and odd sensation of warmth. I turned and saw Aruto next to me.

"Aruto-kun? You shouldn't be here. Where's your mom?" I asked and he looked up at me with big eyes.

"I-Ikuto wanted to see you. S-So I brought him here…" Aruto admitted, ashamed.

"You WHAT?!" I yelled, just as a hand pulled me back. I turned around and saw Ikuto smirking at me.

"That's right. I'm here to stay, Amu-chan." He began to chuckle lightly as my eyes popped out.

"AHHHHH!!!!!" My eyes reopened as I shot up out of bed. My breathing was faster than every as I checked the room. There was no sign of Aruto or Ikuto anywhere.

"J-Just a bad dream." I muttered, falling back on the bed. More like a nightmare. I relaxed when my phone cell phone began to ring. I picked it up and pushed 'talk'.

"Hello?" I asked into the receiver, still a little breathless.

"Hmm, you start having fun without me? Your such a naughty girl, Amu." The familiar voice chuckled from the other line. For a second, I thought it was another dream. That was, until I bit my tongue.

"H-How the HELL did you g-get my number?! And how d-do you know my name?!" I screamed.

"I do my research. Anyway, you busy today?" He asked and my eyes narrowed.

"What's it to you?" I asked, keeping acid strong in my voice.

"Maybe you'd like to come over." He wondered and I rolled my eyes. As if.

"Like I'd come over to see you." I growled, but he merely laughed.

"You're being quite selfish, Amu. I need a babysitter too, you know." He pouted and I felt like smacking myself. What had I gotten myself into?!

"Let me explain something to you, Ikuto." I hissed. "I will NEVER, EVER, be going to your house unless it has to do with Aruto-kun. Got it?!" I asked, hoping I made myself clear. It was silent, and I checked to see if he hung up.

"You shouldn't have said that, Amu." Ikuto replied and hung up.

ShellyCullen: I was actually very hesitant about writing Amu and Ikuto's first meeting. As we learn, Ikuto is a playboy, but I didn't want him to seem like a desperate guy either.

So I thought at first, his main attention would be brought to Aruto, since he did lose him. And then, once Amu's cool character set in he'd be a little curious about her.

I made Amu see Ikuto as one of the hottest guys on earth, and yet she's struggling to keep her distance, claiming she's only there to see Aruto.

And later, Ikuto's all over her and poor Aruto is a jealous boy! I thought Amu's nightmare would be a good touch to the chain letter and how Ikuto got Amu's number in the first place is a mystery. I'll let your imagination wander around that idea before I reveal how he did it.

Please, please review! ^-^

Shelly