Ch. 7-Finally Home!
Slowly, the war torn warriors stepped along the path leading up to the driveway. Slowly a thought tiptoed its way across her mind.
"No! We can't go in through the front door! My parents will kill me." A smirk situated itself on Ikuto's face as he swept her up in his arms and dashed so he would be underneath her bedroom balcony. Amu struggled to no avail, his arms held a tight grasp on her, and the warmth of his chest was becoming too comfortable to fight. As they arrived in one swift move on the balcony, she regained her ability to speak. "Ikuto Mayonaka Tsukiyomi put me down right now!"
"How do you know my middle name? I don't tell people my middle name."
"Oh, but you tell your computer," she mustered up the most malicious grin her mouth could handle.
"And now I have to kill my sister even harder…" When they finally entered her bedroom, Amu glanced at him with panicked eyes, a cause for concern to him. However, Amu's mind was just scrolling for where she left her digital camera because his face was going to be priceless.
"Hey, I lost my phone somewhere in here, can you call it pleasepleaseplease!" Of course he would, this was so going to work. Instead, eyebrows arched. Oh no…
"I will… but only if you do a dare that is of my choosing." His eyes were dancing around in their sockets; this wasn't going to be good.
"Well it can be anything related to my phone, because as I've stated before its lost." She fumbled for an excuse. Guilt, it was her one chance of escape.
"Oh it has nothing to do with anything of the technologically mobile devices genre. I was thinking something a little more physical." Crap, there was a plan. Scratch that, no escape. "You have to kiss me."
She looked him over. He smelled gorgeous; that wet grass smell that was pure and natural of breathtaking. His hair had fallen partially into an unnatural set of bangs, velvety cobalt hair slightly damp still, from the rain. Ikuto lightly took her hand in his and sat her down on the ground next to him. His hand was cold but reassuring , and he looked at her no longer jokingly, like he was going to use it as blackmail, but more sincerely, lovingly, like he wanted to kiss her. It was scaring Amu how much she wanted to kiss him too.
Slowly but surely they leaned their heads closer, till it was mere seconds before the collision. Bing-Bong! There was someone at the door.
"Rain check, please," she smiled warmly at him and they paced down the stairs to the door, hand in hand. It creaked open and Ikuto was looking at himself in 25 years.
"Dad?"
Teehee I feel like such a rebel cuz I'm writing this at school. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this, please review! And if you want, check out the Uncliche Shugo Chara! Challenge on my profile
