Giggling to nobody in particular, I walked home, satisfied with what I did.

I got a job, two actually.

I cannot believe Soko wants me to babysit that little cutie!

Wait.

I froze, stopping my feet in my own thoughts.

I had to pack clothing, get all my needs together, and pack up nicely so I can stay at Soko's for about a month. She said that, right? I was supposed to be staying there while babysitting Yoru, so I had to use her room and watch him all the time, too. Ikuto was too irresponsible for that job.

I sighed, putting my cell phone in my bag, and walking up my street. Tomarrow would be interesting. I wonder if Ikuto knew I would be his house mate for about a month – possibly two?

~Ikuto's point of view.

"Mom!" I threw my hands, rubbing my face all over, to ttry to calm my facial, upset nerves in my face. "Why would you do that?" I asked, petrified.

Why would my own mother let a complete stranger babysit, live in the house, and pay her too? Was she crazy? I didn't need to know this girl any more to know that she was an adverage girl, loving make-up, fashion, and boys, and would drool at any cute guy. That's how it always is! Thought she never actually.. put that persona on.

My mother chuckled.

"It won't be bad for you to meet new people Ikuto, And Amu is a nice girl, she knows to give you your space, and I'm sure she'll take Your brother out of your hands." She walked off, tossing her cell phone on the couch as she passed through the living room.

"Ugh." I laid my head back on the couch, since my body was sprawled out on the floor, in my sad attemts to pull the phone out of my mother's hand.

"Why her?" I asked myself.

"Why who?" I heard a less –manly voice pout. It was Yoru.

"Just Hinamori, she's going to be staying with , Hinamori."

"Onee-chan?" He squeled.

I threw my hand lashing it at my face. "No! Don't call her sister now! She's not related to us… she doesn't even belong in this house." My turn to pout came, as I stubbornly pulled my arms into a huddle.

Was I ever acting like a kid. But other than acting like a kid, I was just really quiet, or I didn't talk at all, so I'm sure my family likes me the way I am. Maybe that's just me?

Oh well, I have to go to bed.

I jumped under the covers after brushing dinner out of my mouth, and putting my night ware on. I was tired, so I didn't bother falling asleep to music.

I just wanted a bottle of beer, to forget this event. She'll be here tomarrow, and my mom will leave.

~ Amu's point of view.

It was early, I'm sure. I heard the birds proudly chirping outside my glass window frame, and bringing their family in along with the chourus of rings and chimes.

The sun peeked through the curtains, leaving a warm shine on my bed, which smelled like the sun. I uncertainly pulled the blanket out of reach, throwing it on the floor unwillingly as I stood up to proceed with the was a big day.

After checking my hair, and fixing it up to be in a side ponytail, I threw on a t-shirt, it was grey with lace on the bottom, and then wore a thin, pink shrug, which looked like a bright coral from a reef.

Putting on my black skirt, I exited my house with all my monthly belongings. My hairbrush, toothpaste, all my get ready stuff, clothes, and any neccesary equiptment, that would be useful for…entertainment?

Though I'm sure I'll be filled up in schedule with Yoru, other children… and Ikuto.

What would he think of this big mess? Would he dislike me? We got along the other day thankfully, but I'm sure, that could easily change.. maybe his childish side would get the better.

Arriving at the house again, that I nostalgically remembered from last night, or was it the night before? Stupid memory. It was the night before last night. Anyway, it was right in front of me. There was no car in the driveway of the cream painted house, so I think Soko already left, for her journey. Well, vacation- but word enhancement never hurt a soul.

I uneasily knocked, only to come face to nothing with the other wall, from the inside of the house. Did a ghost open the door?

"Hello?" I asked. Ikuto better not be pranking me, I wasn't in the mood for horror movies~ ever, actually.

"Down here!" I heard a cute voice say, that gave me the urge to be one of those old grandmothers to pinch little children's cheeks, wishing they could be that adorable again.

"Yoru!" I jumped down, if that was possible, and dropping my luggage, picked up Yoru and twirled him around.

"Stop Amu! Too fast!" He giggled.

"You might not want to do that, he just ate, and hell spit up on you."

I looked to the open dorway to see a plain, emotionless Ikuto leaning on the frame. Hee was wearing a gray hoodie, and it was zippped up mostly, bu5t I could see a sailor like stripped tee underneath. He was wearing long, baggy jeans as well.

I sighed.

"Hey Ikuto, how are you?" I tried to make conversation.

"I was doing great, until I heard you were staying in my house for a month." He yawned.

This guy was impossible, right?

I put Yoru onto my pocked out hip as I nounced around, carrying my luggage inside with my free hand. "Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed." I coughed, walking by, as Yoru's giggles applauded my entrance.

I walked into Soko's room. It was large, actually. It was a cream color, that was a lightly warmer color than the house, by the way, the house looked like the skin of a vampire, while this wall, bed sheets, window cutains, and side table, and rug, were all a creamy, sun-loved warm creamy beige, like the glaze topping for a cinnamon roll.

"Wow!" I was amazed. The place was beautiful!

"It is nice, isn't it." Ikuto walked in, dropping my purse on the bed, which I may have dropped when excitedment made me drool over Yoru.

"Oh..Thanks" I said, meaning the bag.

"No problem." He said, simply walking out.

I grabbed his arm. He looked back, his eyes asking me, "What would you like?"

"Ikuto.." I felt it weird to start out conversation like this. "Do you really not want me staying here?" I asked, uncertain. He shrugged. "It's not like I have much of a choice, It was my mom's decision, but whatever. If it was my ex girl friends staying over, I would be only hostile." He declared, hands in his pocket, walking out.

"Why do you hate your ex?" I asked, as his shoulders bunched up, and tensed. So much, that I could see it under his hoodie.

Too nosy.

"That's none of your buisness. Were getting closer on the hostile thing, Amu." He pointed out.

"I'm sorry for asking," I whispered. "It's none of my buisness." I looked away from his back, as if it was one of those horror films, scaring me with gore, screams, and sights that I couldn't unsee…..

"Yeah, your right, It's not." He then walked out.

What was so bad about Ikuto's Ex girlfriend that he didn't want to talk about it? Was she just that unwannted? Maybe. Like he said, none of my buisness.

Preparing dinner was fun. I could barely get a decent grade in home ec, now I had to cook an advanced dinner for two hungery boys, and me? What was I thinking. When did I go back to school, anyway? Oh yeah, still on that long break.

Apparently, Utau Hoshina was again doing her studies, at her other apartment, and she was not going to be living here. Too bad, I could have used her help here, not to mention a girl to keep my talks sane, and my sanity.

Jumping to the stove, with the now overboiling home made chicken soup, I took it off the heater. Great! If I burned their soup, they would probably burn me.. UH, why would they leave the cooking to me?

Are they so sexist that they think I belong in the kitchen and in the laundry room? This is insane- not right!

My overreactive thoughts stopped after Ikuto's hands picked up the pot for me, where I was reaching.

"Do you even know how to eat?" He laughed. I could feel the smirk on his face behind me burning through my back. His mood was uneven, wasn't it? Did he ever make total sense?

"I'm not great at home ec." I pointed out sighing, and stirring the soup. He chuckled, grabbing my hand. "that's not how to do that, here, like this."

He guided my hand around the pot, not to fast like I was going. He explained, whispering in an inside voice that is wasn't like whipping cream, you didn't need to spin the spoon fast, it was a slow, steady pace that allowed the soup to absorb the heat even after being off the oven.

Was he a home ec tracher?

He should be one.

I sighed, as he help the pot with my hand, and poured the soup into the bowls.

"I can put soup into a bowl Ikuto." I growled.

He laughed. "Ok, you sure? You might burn yourself if your not careful!" He chirped.

I sighed, slouching while sighing. He was so annoying. I swear-

I must have gone overboard with raging, that my hand was shaking, and the oily soup dripped on my hand in the process.

I luckily dropped the soup pot on the counter, so it didn't spill all over the place, or worse, on Ikuto or I, but the spot where I got oils on my really stung.

I screeched, wavering my hand round about to get cold air flowing through the burn.

Ikuto growled, but it sounded like a deep laugh stuck in his throat. "See, I told you. You're a true clutz, An olympic winner at one." He encouraged, holding my arm under cold water. He left, grabbing something.

I turned to see him reading a book, as if he was a proffessor. I was mentally adding nerd glasses and a comb in his hand. Yeah, I think he could get away with being a nerd.

"oil burns have to be held under running water for fiftee minutes, and you can't use ice, that will make it burn more, or fracture the burn, making it in more shock." He closed the book, and put the cold water tap on high.

I sighed, pain still wrenching at my finger, threatning to release warm tears as the excrutiating pulsing thobs and stings jolted my finger.

He rubbed my shoulders, and lowered his head to my ear. "See, I told you so." He hummed, making me want to tilt me head back fast, hurting him.

"Huhh!" I sighed, closing my eyes, deciphering whether to risk my burn getting worse by punching him in the gut.

Violence doesn't solve anything, be a good example for Yoru.

"Your mood sure changed." I interpretted, while the sound of flowing water at full blast filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls as Ikuto poured Yoru's, his, and my soup. He turned around to meet my eyes, since my voice threw the impression I was talking to him.

He smirked. "My persona changes a lot. Speaking of which, why do you treat Yoru like a child, and your all fun and games with him…" he leaned against the counter, staring at me. "Though other wise, yoy act like a mature thirty year old?"

I sighed. It would have to come out sooner or later.

"Actually.." I started, looking toward him, with narrowed, suspended and upset eyes.

"I-" I was cut off by Yoru running in the room.

"Amu, I'm bored, and hungry!" Yoru sobbed, cutely, little powdered blush rising his cheeks, as his teary eyes frowned.

I smiled sympathetically.

"Sure, yoru." I turned the water off, but Just as I touched the handle Ikuto pulled it back on, getting Yoru's soup.

"Don't you dare move young lady, I will hold you there." He smiled at me playfullly giving Yoru his food, and he 'awed' at it having no idead what situation was taking place.

I chuckled, smiling.

Maybe Ikuto wasn't such a bad guy, was he?

To be honest though.. I really wanted to know why he was so sketchy.

~Ikuto's point of veiw

Ah, That girl is hilarious.

She's a fun tease as well. Though I wonder why she acts like she's thirty? She'll act like 200 by the time she's 50. That won't be good. Maybe I can get it out of her sometime, you know, the playful side?

She never did continue her story, which made me curious. Her eyes evn held more than a sincere look of pain. She must've had… bad experience younger? I don't know, I'll fish it out of her.

As It was time for bed, and Amu kept complaining how her finger felt like an icecube, I sighed and helped her.

Soon after that, I tucked myself in bed.

What would happen tomarrow? Oh yeah, Amu has to take care of Yoru, and take him to pre-school, and…..then…..she… has to….watch him….all day….

My mind was a clean as a blank piece of paper, as I fell asleep.

Ah, good morning. I woke up grogilly, thinking that as I rubbed my blurry eye. The brids whistled, while the sun blinded me. Ah, great, a fun day alone, and doing nothing.

"AMU." I spoke, walking down the gall upstairs.

There was a faint smell of pancakes in the kitchen base. There was a tray, with pancakes that were cold, with syrup and butter running down the sides. A bonus note stuck it's nose out the side, making me tempted.

"Hello…" I spoke to myself, grabbing the note.

It read:

Dear Ikuto,

I made you some pancakes, and I already took Yoru to preschool,

I'll be gone until about five a clock. I got Yoru ready and everything, and I learned how to make pancakes, so don't worry, hope you have a great day!

P.S:

I did not poison the pancakes, I found an old pancake recipe online, that said 'really easy' so I couldn't have failed it!

By the way, thanks for helping me out last night, If I didn't get a chance last night… well, you just read it.

~Amu.

I smiled to myself at the last part.

Easy huh? We'll taste and try out…

~Amu's point of view, 5:52pm

"I'm home!" I called as the noon light shone throughtout the house windows.

"Ikutoo!" Yoru called, running up the stairs.

"Amu taught us how to make arts and crafts, and we made a glitter dome, and tomarrow, were making clay sculptures!" He cheered, blushing from talking too much, as the amout of air he breathed was dialated from his long spech without oxygen.

I smiled.

"Yoru also Got glitter all over him. I have to go wash him up now, So, I'll be up in about five minutes. Ok? I stated, shooing Yoru downstairs.

Ikuto was currently playing his video games, so he just nodded fast and a lot, eyes glued to the led screen containing a fight.

"Amu, Can't you come in the bath?" Yoru pouted.

I smiled. "No, Im bathing you! I can bathe myself on my own time, cutie!" I let him down easily. I wasn't going in the tub with somebody else! Maybe his mom did that with him though… either way, I wasn't the comfortable type, so I feel only secure with my clothes on. 3 year old or not, he has eyes to see naked people.

He growled pouting, and I laughed. I love this kid, I wish he was my brother, but all I have was my cute sister. Ah, Maybe I just wished I could go back to being this cute, carefree, and small.

I scrubbed all the glitter off of Yoru, and he complained how he wasn't "shiniee~" anymore.

I just shook my head, giggling as I dressed him for a nap time.

Putting him to sleep with a quick story, I listened to the symphony of sighs escaping his little lips as he dreamed peacefully, dreaming his own little dream.

"Ikuto!" I called, getting upstairs.

He grunted. "What?" He asked. "I'm playing a serious game!"

I sighed, watching as he moved back and forth, holding the controller as if he was the player about to be shot in the game.

"I'm pretty sure you've been on there all day.." I sighed. "Come on, Yoru is in bed, we coud watch a movie or something!" I joked.

Wel, half joked. I honestly didn't want him sitting on there all day. He could have done something productive.

"Ok, Ikuto, That's it, were renting pizza, and were watching a movie." I decalred, getting my cell phone out as he dodged on the couch, as if he was about to be hit by a bullet.

"such a kid… I swear I'm babysitting two babies.." I waited for the pizza man to pick up on the phone.

"what was that?" He remarked.

The other side of the line picked up, greeting like every buisness would. "I'd like to get two pizza's, please… yep…pepporonia and cheese, please, and-" I held the phone to my chest. "Ikuto, what do you want?"

He shrugged, focusing on the game at hand. "hawaiin." He answered, moving on the couch again.

I shook my head smiling.

"That will be a hawaiin pizza too, please."

~ ( warning, contains spoilers to the movie, Letters to juliet. Just to let you know.)

We were halfway done through the movie, 'letters to juliet.' I swear, Ikuto fell asleep four timed and I had to slash him with pizza sauce to wake him up- all four times.

"What is so entertaining about this movie? I thought you were so mature.."

I took a bite of my pizza. "Being mature doesn't mean I can't believe in love.." I sighed.

"I know, but what are the odds of him being her true love, and them acutally finding the

love of the grandmotehrs life. Life doesn't work like that." He pointed out.

I bit my pizza, then swallowed. That was my fifth piece, I'm going to be so full in about ten minutes..

"Not true, it happens to the lucky ones.." She smiled to herself, finding blush rise on her cheeks as she watched the movie.

"Well, for most people it's unlikely. Plus it's too cliché." He added.

I hit his arm with my pizza-holding hand.

"It's just a movie, will you chill out and watch it? What does it matter if it works like that! I'm sure you've been in love before, right?" I added, getting compfy.

He stiffened again. I nudged him with my elbow.

"right." He siad, pain showing in his eyes.

He didn't answer. Something was wrong with him. Did something bad happen in his life that love didn't seem to make sense to him anymore.

"Are you ok?" I reached for his arm, but he pushed it away, and stood up, walking away.

"Hey!" I called after him, getting up, and touched his shoulder merely, before he jerked around to slap my arm away.

In that breif second I saw nothing but anger, hatred, and mostly hurt in his eyes, as they were teary, and making them glisten, with only mere lighting.

He walked away to his room, mumbling something I didn't recall, as I looked at the television screen to find that She had found her romeo, as the wedding took place with them kissing on the grass.

Usually I would feel happy at scenes like these, though I only felt guilt. But I didn't say anything offending, did I?

I stood there in silence as time went on, but I stood still, letting only the outro music being heard, and the whistling of the cold wind as it breezed throught the window through my hair, pulling it along in it's waves.

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