Re: Let's solve this mayhem, shall we?

Rano-chan: To set it straight: We accidentally plagiarized, (sorry, again) and we are continuing the story, as you can see. Re's not letting this take her down. Right Re?

Re: Don't kill me. Please. I'm fragile. (as you have witnessed in past chaps). -hides under table-

Rano-chan: -sweatdrop-

Amu: C'mon start already, its not like we're forcing you to eat chocolate.

Re: If the viewers are in a bad mood, they might.

Rano-chan: I say we let the viewers force her to eat chocolate, but not kill her. How's that sound, Amu?

Amu: Sounds good to me.

Re: Oh no. HELP! (like anyone will actually help, my friends say its hysterical to watch me eat chocolate.)

Dancing in the Moonlight

(Amu's POV, again)
It was impossible to get up. No, I'm not talking about the steel arms wrapped tightly around my waist, I'm talking about the comfort.

Don't get all pervy on me. Ikuto was warm, though he always complained he was cold. And right now I'm beyond content. He's soft and cuddly, it just has to be a dream.

Except it wasn't. The light from the windows filled the room, giving it a heavenly glow. I sat upright, breaking the restraints. I glanced down at a pretty much passed out Ikuto. I growled at the sleeping figure. He thinks he has the damn right to sleep in my bed, much less with me.

I kick him out of my bed, and there was a slight yelp let out from a now-awake-Ikuto. He rubbed his head, trying to get sense back into it. He wouldn't have a head once I was done with him.

"You better have a damn good shit of an answer," I hissed through my teeth. I knew this is what would happen, the minute I saw him in the plane. I was supposed to be prepared for this, to control my anger. But I think I turned into a beast, oh well. Wait. Did what I just say make sense? I don't know, much less do I care. Ikuto broke a promise. And you guys know how sensitive I am.

XxXxFlashbackxXxX

"Ikuto! I never want to see you again!" I screamed. He dodged my killer hands. This pervert went through my drawers, more importantly my undergarment drawers. He had seen absolutely everything in there. I now I felt more vulnerable than ever.

"Too bad, kid. But how 'bout I make you a deal?" he asked. I dropped my stupid weapon. I don't even remember what it was. A deal with Ikuto? Of course he would break it.

"Spit it out," I seethed.

"Umm," he scratched his head, trying to think. "How about I never sleep with you again, and you have to...Not attempt to kill me." He thought his statement over. "And I'll only sleep with you if necessary. Or if you ask."

"It'll never be necessary. And I'll never ask," I answered.

Ikuto shrugged, "You never know. So it's a deal?" He stuck out his hand.

I took his hand cautiously, "Deal."

"So..." Ikuto said after a moment.

I was getting annoyed. "What?"

"You really don't look like you're going through puberty," He was pointing to my chest.

I my breathing stopped and I turned red, "What did you say?"

"Don't play dumb, Amu," he was smirking now. "Don't think I missed that pack of pads at the end of your drawers." He had a huge grin now, like he had hit the jackpot. The jackpot on my last nerves.

"GET OUT!" I screeched, throwing him out of the balcony window. "Stay outta my draws you freakin' pervert!"

XxXxEnd Of FlashbackxXxX

"You we're scared," he explained, pulling me back to now. How long was that promise made? When I was 13? Probably. "Scared of the Silent Hill nurse," he said, I shuddered at that memory.

"You broke your promise," I said flatly, not meeting his eyes.

Ikuto rolled his eyes, "That was years ago, Amu."

"Doesn't matter, you still broke it," I answered stubbornly. I would not let him win. Never.

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Remember how I said I'd only do it if was necessary? Well it was," He reminded me. Dang. He had me there.

"It was sooo not necessary," I replied, still stubborn.

"Amu, you were ready to pee in you pants and go to a mental facility forever scared," he stated. That was true, dead true. And I couldn't fight it.

I growled. Knowing I couldn't beat the crap out of him, I walked toward the bathroom.

"Hey, Amu!" he called.

"What?!" I snapped.

Ikuto smirked, "I won."

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

Rima laid the paper flat down on the table at breakfast. We all stared at her, she pointed to it in response. I grabbed it and read aloud.

"Amour Nourriture (which translates into Love Food in French if I'm correct, stupid name I know! XD!) hosting a French Ball for its grand opening. Food is free, $15.00 dollar admission per person. We hope you come! Please dress for a formal occasion." I put the paper down. "Seriously?" I asked.

"I think it'll be fun," Kukai said, Yaya cheered in agreement.

"I can show off my dancing skills," Nagihiko winked at me.

"Ikuto?" Rima turned to him.

"Yeah, sure. I don't really care," Ikuto answered coolly.

"Amu?" Rima turned to glare at me. I wouldn't win. Everyone was already in except me. Rima continued to stare me down, trying to scare me into it. It worked.

"Fine," I whispered.

"Tonight. 8 pm sharp," Nagihiko prompted.

I'm sooooo doomed.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

We all stood in Rima's room fixing each others hair and other girly things. The boys were outside, waiting. I sat in a chair next to the mirror, worrying about the cleanliness of the bed. Yaya sat gingerly on it, as if nothing had taken place there. But then again she didn't know.

I was in a black dress, a black choker, black heels, stilettos, and a diamond bracelet (courtesy of Rima). Yaya had a pink dress, wore no jewelry, and had these pink pumps.

Rima was the most beautiful. She had on a black and red dress, matching ruby bracelet, and her own red heels from some famous European company I couldn't pronounce.

With her in the room, what was the use in trying to look pretty?

Rima was braiding Yaya's hair into two braids, her own tied into a ponytail. Mine was left out with nothing in it other than glitter (again, it was Rima).

"You look gorgeous, Rima-chan," Yaya whined.

"You do too," I commented.

"We all do," Rima said impatiently. She finished that last few braids messily, and ran out the door to meet Nagihiko. Yaya and I sweatdropped.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

Officially weird. Ikuto was staring at me like there was no tomorrow. And people were staring at us too. The girls were mostly staring at him.

If I was a fangirl, I would too. He was wearing a blue button up dress shirt, black pants and a black jacket. His hair was lit in the moonlight and...

I shook my head, forcing myself to stay focused. I was not would not be in love with Ikuto. Never, ever in my life. I would never allow it. Not another heartbreak, especially right after my first. No.

"You wanna dance?" He said after a moment. Ikuto hadn't touched his food, whereas my plate was totally clean. I felt like a pig. Wait, did he just ask to dance?

"I don't want to," I replied.

"But everyone else is," He complained. That was true. Everyone at our table had left to dance. We were the only ones there.

"I don't want to," I repeated.

"No, you're dancing," Ikuto pulled me onto the dance floor.

"I can't dance!" I yelled my last attempt to get out of this. He ignored me, pulling me into his chest. I blushed in response.

"I think if the blondie over there," he tilted his head toward Rima, "can dance, then you can too."

That was a different story. Rima was just being held up in the air by Nagihiko with him doing all the work. Totally different. And I was much too tall and heavy to be held by Ikuto. Then again, Ikuto is strong. Dammit, what am I saying? I should be thinking about how to get out of this, not how to stay in it!

We started in small squares, since my protests affected nothing. It was easy for Ikuto to haul me around like a dummy. I was still a little traumatized.

He was admittedly beautiful, and my hormones were driving me crazy right now. The proximity was deadly, and I was afraid of what I might do. Everything I was thinking right now made me turn even redder.

"Thinking perverted thoughts, pervert?" Ikuto was definitely smirking, I didn't have to see to recognize it.

"No," I dodged his gaze. I wasn't going to trust myself at all tonight. The corner of my eyes still caught everything though. His hair was beautifully lit in the moonlight, but I still strained myself to NOT look at him.

What was scaring me right now is that this never happened before. Well actually, I just lied, it has.

It was I met Tadase, but I didn't stop myself for falling for him. And now...

This isn't right! Ikuto's almost like, five years older than me, AND he's a total perv. No! I would not allow this. My hormones would NOT rule me. Never.

"Moon's pretty," he commented. He was right, the light was a little bright though.

"It's bright," I answered.

"Well," He paused, thinking about how to explain something. "The skies are definitely cleaner here..."

"Oh," I said. What else could I say?

"AMU-CHI!" Yaya screamed from the other side of the room, everyone turned to me.

"I think we're leaving," Nagihiko sighed. I hadn't seen him come here. We were leaving? Yes! FREEDOM!

"Yaya has no patience for these types of events. How unlady like," Rima shook her head.

I wasn't really paying attention, I ran to the car with Yaya and was in the passenger seat in less than a second.

"I'll drive, Nagihiko," I heard Kukai say from outside. Okay, no Ikuto with me, that's good.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

That was the first time I realized my feelings for Ikuto. And at the time, I was just praying it was my hormones.

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Re: Okay, so that's over.

Rano-chan: No lovey-dovey moments. No fluff. You must like ruining the readers' lives don't you?

Re:-cries in corner-

Amu: There was fluff. And I had the amazing realization.

Ikuto: Yeah, I guess that counts for something.

Rano-chan: Yeah right. Don't try to make her feel better.

Re: -cries harder- WAA! You're so heartless!

Rano-chan: I knew that already. R&R!