number... I lost track...

I do not own Shugo Chara!

- Nyaa -

"People! We have to make the deadline so HURRY UP!" the voice of a stressed woman yelled into the speakers. "YES M'AM!" all the workers yelled and continued to run around with fabric, papers, supplies, and anything else you could' ve thought of. Damn, even a lawnmower somehow made it in there. Amu sat back down from yelling into the microphone and rubbed her forehead. She got up and carried a basket of designer clothes in her arms. She walked towards one of the photographing studios.

She walked in and put the clothes on the floor. "Here. Try these on," Amu said, her tone said to not try to stress her even more. The models quickly grabbed the clothes and went to try them on. The director of the shoot walked over to Amu and said," Stressful, isn't it?" he asked, lighting a smoke.

"Shut up George," Amu said, sighing. "And stop smoking. You're gonna die sooner than you think by smoking," Amu said, turning her head the other way. "Oh c'mon! All of us die! And I enjoy life by smoking so leave me alone," George said, waving his hand up and down. "Old man. Stop smoking. Or one day you're gonna burn down this place," Amu said, grabbing the cigarrate.

"This is just like you. Man... Midori would be so proud," George said, grabbing another smoke. Amu froze and then said," Bye." She then walked out of the studio. George then suddenly opened his eyes and ran to the door. "I'm sorry, kiddo!" he yelled, hoping that it would reach Amu's ears. And luckily it did since next he had heard a "Don't worry!"

- Amu -

I walked and walked and walked, trying to clear my mind. Then I just gave up and entered a random room. When I had opened my eyes, I saw Ikuto with his little sister. I think her name was Utau or something. I noticed that he was just sitting there even though he was suppose to be on the front cover. And trust me, it does not take a couple of minutes to shoot it. We always have to take the perfect picture to get people interested.

"Why aren't you out modeling?! You're on the cover you know!" I yelled at him, pointing my finger. He looked up and then looked at the clock. "It's not time," Ikuto said. Okay... Normally I am very calm. But when the deadline is close that's when I get real angry at smart-mouths. I stomp over to him and pull on his shirt collar. I then drag him while he is sliding on the floor with his ass. I don't care what time it is.

The sooner it's done, the more time we'll have to arrange the photos and captions. He starts to complain my ear off and then I just suddenly crack. I pull him even quicker, but only this time I'm pulling all over the building. Pretty soon, his ass is the color of a nice ripe tomato. I smirk and then still pull to the studio. I throw him in like he's garbage and say to the crew," He got a punishment. Don't you dare complain to me about it."

Then I just walked off like nothing had happened. Like everything was as normal as can be. I looked at the watch that the guys had given me and noticed that it was almost lunchbreak. I put my arms in the air and stretch. Once my back was feeling a bit better, I decided to go on a walk to find something to eat.

- Boring... -

I sighed as I walked limply. I'm very,very exhausted. Try to run a company that has a close deadline. Experience that first. But either way, every other place has to deal with this too. The holidays were coming up soon and we ALL want to get home. As for me, I'm gonna be having fun with Nagihiko and Kukai at a cabin that they had 'accidently' bought. I knew that they were trying to get me to relax, but I decided to play along and acted like I didn't what they were thinking when they did this.

I yawn and sit down at a random table in my favorite cafe. The air was the same as always. Warm, but with a hint of cinnamin and sugar. I look around the cafe from under my arms. Still the same ol' people with just some random high school girls here and there. And the occasinal boy walking in. I felt a stare on me on the other side of my table. I cautiously look over and saw a guy with white hair that the lights seems to make a gray tip at the bottom. He also had purple eyes with a small streak of red if you looked closely at him.

"Hello...?" I said after a while. He seemed to snap out of a trance even thought he looked like he was there the whole time. He then stuttered like a high school that was confessing for her first time. As I looked even more at his features, he looked so darn adorable. He had a small pile of tears at the outer edge of his eyes and he was looking at his sides, trying to think of an excuse. I giggled and ruffled his hair.

It seemed sooo soft, like a bunny. "So what's your name and why were you looking at me like that?" I asked, after patting his hair once again. "I-I'm Hiroki. I-I was l-l-l-looking at y-you because... y-you looked s-so b-b-b-b..." he said, but then looked down in embarrassment. His blush reached the top of his forehead and it looked so red that I thought that he could've gotten a burn from the light on the ceiling. I giggle once again and say," Thank you. Youknow... You look pretty cute yourself," I say.

"I-I'm not c-c-CUTE!" he said, it seemed that something had switched off 'cuz next thing you know, he fell onto the table, completely passed out. I sigh and put him on my back. Luckily I didn't order anything and it didn't seem like he did either. Shit... I still have to get back. I pulled out my cellphone and told my secretary that I won't be able to get back. I sighed and tried to catch Hiroki from slipping out of my arms. I slowly carried him to my house, well, more like apartment.

I heard his slow breaths and felt them on my neck. I giggle and thought,Reminds me of a baby...'

- My back seriously does hurt -

i gotta exersize... im so lazzzzzzzzzzzzzyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy wait for them... bye bye