Shugo Chara

Crooks, Babes, and Bullets

ShellyCullen: OMG! I feel so pathetic. I went on google and looked up first kisses! This is kind of sad…and yet, it's kind of funny! You should all SEE (well, read) the kind of kisses people had.

Ikuto: Kisses, hmm? Does the French kiss count? Will I get to try that with Amu? *Stares at Amu.

Amu: *Blushing. ABSOLUETLY NOT! I am NOT French kissing you! That's so gross! I don't even know how!

Ikuto: I'll teach it to you, don't worry.

ShellyCullen: Ikuto is a cat, he'd probably be good with French kissing since cats use their tongues to lick people.

Amu: EWWWW! I'm out of here! *Runs away.

Ikuto: *Chasing her. Not until our lesson is over!

Chapter Four:

The Decision

I pushed the doorbell.

A tune rung through the house as the door opened and a man in a suit glanced at me. I nodded swiftly in respect.

"Hello, sir. I'm here to see Utau Hoshina."

His eyes narrowed the slightest bit, but he sighed and stepped aside. I walked into the house, not bothering to take off my shoes. It looked bigger inside, modern and classy. This girl was living in luxury.

The man in the suit walked forward into the living room as I followed silently. He passed the living room and motioned for me to sit down, but I stood in front of the crème colored sofa.

He gave up trying to make me sit and walked into the kitchen. A maid came in and began to dust off a few framed pictures above the fireplace. There were pictures of a man, his face stern and full of authority, another had a woman with short dirty blonde hair. The last picture had a portrait of a young girl.

I looked at all the faces, and noted that they all looked so different. Like they didn't fit right as a family and didn't get along very well. Their personalities showed through their faces and positions.

The door swung open and I glanced at it. It was the girl, the young one in her picture. Her long blonde hair set in two pig tails on both sides of her head and her eyes were a strange color, a violet perhaps. At this moment, she seemed very…tense.

I stood still as she mirrored my own body. Why wouldn't she speak? Was this girl afraid of what lay ahead of her? Well, that's good. At least she was smart enough to figure that out.

Her mouth was partly open, gaping at me as I watched, bored. She didn't make any movements, as she seemed to try and understand something. Her mouth opened more, as if to speak, but no words came out.

"Well." The man from earlier began, clearing his throat. I turned and met his gaze. "It seems that…Utau doesn't want to be-"

"Left behind on this trip." She continued for him. The man looked at her strangely, but brushed it off. She turned to me then, as a smile appeared on her face.

"I'm NOT going to be left behind," She said, again sternly and I couldn't help, but hear the double meaning in her words, the threat given. So she was one of those get-what-I-want girls. This surely wasn't going to help.

I nodded once and she turned, heading to a different door. "I'll be ready in thirty minutes," she stated and left.

I waited, mesmerizing the map inside my head. We had a lot of ground to cover and in only one year. This could only mean one thing…

Utau

"Utau! What on earth are you doing?" Our maid, Naomi asked. She crossed her arms and looked at me in disapproval.

Naomi was one of those people you simply couldn't speak to without her speaking her mind. She always had something to add about how what manner I was using was wrong, or if how the way I dressed was too much. She also had a thing for going against anything I wanted, which was of course on account of my father, who intended to keep me a trapped bird forever.

I started grabbing clothes out of the closet, no longer agreeing to her words. "What does it look like?" I asked her, bringing my sundresses into the bag I had tucked away under my bed if I ever did plan to runaway. "I'm going to look for the embryo."

I started folding the skirts and pants, placing them neatly inside. Naomi sighed, shaking her head.

"I thought you were done with that? I distinctly remember you saying Easter-"

"Times change, Naomi. I'm still out there looking for the embryo. I want to be able to fulfill my wish." I grabbed the shirts and started folding those as well.

"This is no ordinary assignment, Utau. This is a YEAR LONG project. Easter is impatient," she added, her will to change my mind crumbling.

I began grabbing my hair brush and makeup supplies from the bathroom, all of which had their own spots inside the giant bag. I also grabbed my wallet from under the bed, another secret I had, tucked with at least one thousand dollars in cash. "I'm to serve Easter. It is my main priority," I answered, promptly throwing everything into my bag now. Naomi shook her head in disapproval, before picking at one of my outfits.

"Well, then what is this for?" She asked, holding up my small nightgown. It was a pink silk dress that went up my thighs and in her world, was something a prostitute wore when she waited on the street. I snatched it from her and she smirked.

"How old is this boy exactly?" She wondered, already getting my main priority had more to do with my feeling than my job. I zipped the bag up, annoyed.

"You say anything and you're living on the street."

Ikuto

I waited, finally just taking a seat on the chair before the man could harass me. I had prepared myself for some argument when I realized what type of girl Utau was –the fact that her parents would probably abject- but that didn't seem to be the case. The girl returned with a purple bad that seemed more stylish than stable, filled with who knows what. Maybe it would be too much for the trip.

"Um, Utau? What about your parents? Aren't you going to inform them?" The suited man asked, nervously. He seemed to be used to this kind of behavior, but revealed that he didn't have any power to go against. Shows what happens when you work for the rich.

"My parents? They won't care what I do. Just tell them business is business," the girl stated, flipping her hair. My eyes narrowed at such a statement. This was going to be a long trip.

"Really, now? Business is business?" A low, hard voice spoke into the room. The man from the first picture, the father I presumed, stood in the doorway now, glaring at the young girl. Her eyes widened in fear, but not the fear I was used to. Her eyes darkened with something I didn't quite understand.

"F-Father! You got back from your trip early." Her voice shook with terror and fear as I watched quietly.

"Not early enough. What do you plan to do with Easter?" He asked, watching her tug at her black uniform, nervously. She hadn't even bothered to change out of her school uniform, which I though careless of her.

"I-I didn't mean…to be rude, sir. Easter has called me on an assignment for the embryo." She squeaked.

He sat into the long sofa, taking a deep breath. "Ah, the embryo. What is this assignment?" He asked, sitting back with closed eyes. Utau didn't seem to want to stay for details, but there was nothing she could do. The servants waited for her reply.

"To look for it…for the year," she whispered, practically begging. His eyes opened.

"No," he stated, his mind made up.

"B-But father! Please, listen to what I have to say!" She cried, tears pricking in her eyes. The man shook his head.

"No. I will not let you go for a year. Do you not understand what pain you'd put me through? Not to mention your mother. This is not something we can look over like the other things, Utau," he said, standing again.

She shook her head. "This is the last time for the embryo, Father. Easter has grown impatient. After this assignment, I'm sure they won't bother me anymore. I'll be free," she added, the same words I had thought of at the idea of escaping. Freedom. I wasn't the only one constricted of Easter's ways.

He sighed, shaking his head. "Utau-"

"Sir, if you'd let me explain," I began, standing and facing the two. Utau looked at me, surprised as her tears fell silent. The man was suspicious.

"And you are…?" He asked, unhappy.

"I'm apart of the…Easter Corporation. We can assure you that this will be the last visit and the embryo will be found within the year," I stated, confident. I wasn't sure if this was true, of course, but it only seemed right to assure him.

He raised an eyebrow. "And what if I don't let Utau go?" He questioned, searching for the threat. I met his gaze with as much power as he held.

"Then the embryo goes on our side, and you will have no take in the wish," I left flat and walked toward the door. "Now, if you'd excuse me."

"Wait!" The man called. I stopped and turned. He glared at me and looked back at Utau. He raised a finger. "One year, no exceptions," he answered, sitting back in the chair. Utau smiled brightly and turned to me.

"Thank you."

ShellyCullen: Okay people, I'm pretty sure I'll bring Amu in real soon so don't worry! She's coming. And here's a short story with Amu cause she's not in the regular one yet.

Short story

Amu: Hey, Ikuto. What do you want to do?

Ikuto: Maybe a-

Amu: I'm not sure quite sure. Its nice weather, our charas are playing together, Easter's gone. What do you want to do?

Ikuto: I think we-

Amu: Oh! Maybe we can go out and eat or play like…last time.

Ikuto:…..

Amu: You know, we never really hang out together since you always tease me! This is our chance, opportunity to-

Ikuto: *Kisses Amu hard and long. You know, If you'd just shut up I know what we both can do.

The End

ShellyCullen: Hehe. Isn't it cute? I always wanted to have a story with the whole Shut up and kiss me thing. So here it is. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and story! ;3

Ikuto: Hey! I liked THAT story!

Amu: God, I hated it! I don't talk that much! I mean, sure I might ramble on about how Ikuto is a-

Ikuto: *Kisses Amu. God, you should really just shut up. *Smirk

Amu: O/O

Shelly: ;3