Shugo Chara
ThE BaBySiTtEr
Summary: Amu thinks Tsukiyomi is the cutest guy ever. Ikuto's little brother, that is. Amu baby-sits him often, and only caught the eye of the perverted cat boy, who's love rival is a four year old. With a jealous Ikuto, a stubborn Amu, a cute little toddler, and brother rivalry, what's not to love?
Shelly: So much for my happy ending. What a song.
Oh! Yes, I have some things to ask you guys at the end of the chapter. After you read this one, please take the time to read the questions I gotta ask you okay? ;)
Thank you!!!
Recap:
"I will not now or ever love Ikuto." I spat, as his eyes widened. Then he sighed and turned away. "Its too late Amu." The voice behind me rested a hand on my shoulder as I stiffened. "You no longer have a choice to which Tsukiyomi you care for."
Chapter Seven:
Unexpected Arrivals
My skin pricked at the sound of my voice. Perhaps it wasn't just the fact of the overall statement, but for the reason that I didn't quite recognize the voice.
In a way, it reminded me of Ikuto's. However, it was deeper, harder than Ikuto could even wish to compose. I turned, not sure which emotion would strike me first, where a man stood.
His hair was almost a black, consisting of the dark blue that Aruto had. His face, much to my surprise, did have similar features to Ikuto's. His hair was just a bite longer, almost as if his age did nothing to the fact of his rebellion. He screamed of creativity and uniqueness.
I gasped, knowing from all the information I had gathered these past few weeks, that this was Mr. Tsukiyomi. Or Aruto, if you may. There was no mistaking this.
I shifted uncomfortably, confused and nervous, when I remembered what he had said.
"I'm sorry sir, what did you say?" I asked, not comprehending what he was getting at. He sighed.
"You are Amu Hinamori, are you not?" He questioned properly. That seemed out of character for the creative guy to be so...formal. He could fool anyone. I nodded. "And you have been babysitting Aruto here, correct?" Again, all I could do is nod.
I took a swift glance at Aruto-kun, who was staring down at the ground. He refused to meet either of our gazes. I looked back at the man.
"So...what does this have to do with anything?" I asked. He met me with piercing eyes that cut like knives through any soul, before they gentled.
"You, young lady, have been of great importance to this family so far. It seems that both my son and Aruto have taken a liking to you." He stated, and I felt a little defense of Aruto-kun.
"You mean, both your sons?" I asked for the toddlers benefit. Mr. Tsukiyomi raised an eyebrow, and I wasn't quite sure if he were challenging me. He ignored the side mark I'd made.
"A great liking." His eyes narrowed. "But Ikuto is of course to come into the business, and for this offer to take place, Ikuto will indeed inherit everything; but there are always conditions when it comes to Ikuto." The man sighed gravely. Of course there were.
"Ikuto is stubborn at times." I huffed, annoyed at the rekindled boy. Mr. Tsukiyomi gave me a certain assured look before nodding.
"Then you understand what I'm going to propose. If Ikuto is to get anywhere in this business, he gets what he wants. Though there is no request for this, I need not tell you that you stay on my son's good side." It was my turn to narrow my eyes. Stay on Ikuto's good side? How was that even possible?
"I'm not sure I can do that, Mr. Tsukiyomi." I cleared my throat under his gaze. "I mean, I am Aruto-kun's babysitter after all." I noted. Aruto flinched under the mention of his name and figeted. Mr. Tsukiyomi finally turned to the boy.
"That's right. I suppose then, looking after both wouldn't be a problem." He kept staring at Aruto, who seemed very uncomfortable at the moment. I redirected his attention to me.
"What do you mean? You want me to babysit Aruto-kun and Ikuto?" He stared at me, and that seemed to answer yes. "Ikuto is a big boy; why would he need guidance?"
Mr. Tsukiyomi shook his head. "That's not quite what I'm getting to. Just, if Ikuto asks you for something or to do something, it would be most acceptable to answer or comply. We are not a family that goes by the rules of approval." He finished that topic, returning to Aruto-kun. The boy's fists clenched.
"Mr. Tsukiyomi, I don't think Ikuto exactly needs my help. He has many other people who meet his demands, and he's not as interested in me as you may think." I stood up for myself, hoping to get out of this twisted story gone wrong.
"You may think that, Amu, but Ikuto is good at hiding what he really wants; but when I am aware of these things, its fine to say Ikuto will meet these needs. I assure you, a little of your time won't do such damage." Mr. Tsukiyomi passed Aruto-kun, without so much as a pat on the head. "I'll be leaving now. Be sure to keep Ikuto in line."
More like keep the perverted prince happy.
I was terrified to know what would happen if I didn't listen. Would I never see Aruto again?
I sighed when the frightening man had disappeared and checked on Aruto. I knelt down to his level, but he refused to meet my gaze.
"Aruto-kun. Are you alright?" I asked, softly.
It seemed that was all the little kid could take. He locked his arms around me and started crying into my shoulder. I hugged him back tightly, fearful for myself, Aruto, and this family.
What was going on with the Tsukiyomi's?
:X
I wanted to leave the hospital with Aruto-kun as soon as possible. The horrible memories we had made here today obviously weren't just going to be forgotten; but, being as I had no idea where we were or how to drive, I waited for Ikuto.
I wondered if Ikuto knew about his father getting him what he wanted. Maybe Ikuto was a spoiled brat as well, I mean, just look at the house!
I didn't mean to be rude to his mother or father, but this family truely was twisted. It just didn't make sense. What started as me babysitting a cute little kid was turning into a nightmare passed recognision.
A nightmare...
My eyes widened when I remebered that text I had gotten to while ago. Send this to other people or be faced with your worst nightmare...what if...?
Aruto-kun shifted in my arms, restless in his sleep now and I readjusted him on my body. I hoped Ikuto would come out soon and we could leave. Aruto needed a proper bed and I certainly could see some sleep.
My breathing hitched when the door to Ms. Tsukiyomi's room opened and closed to my side. I didn't dare meet Ikuto's gaze, for a reason I was unsure of. Did he know what was happening? Did he understand that he could most likely ask me anything and I'd probably have to say yes?
The thought of doing what Ikuto asked scared me. There was no way I could do that. I could be nicer to him, but I can't just do what he wants me to do.
Ikuto lightly touched my shoulder and I looked up at him, horrified. I tried to smooth the look out, to no avail. He frowned.
"What's wrong?" He demanded as I shook my head. There was still a chance he didn't know I spoke to his father. Mr. Tsukiyomi said Ikuto didn't ask for me to do his bidding.
"Nothing." I answered, sighing and calming my face. "It was just a lot to take in one day. With Utau...and Aruto. Kun." I added the last part as hope not to bring Aruto, his father up by any means. Ikuto didn't notice. Instead, he jingled the keys in his pocket and looked down the hall.
"She'll be kept here for two days and visiting hours are over. I'll take him." Ikuto reached out for Aruto-kun again and I shook my head. He glared and I thought of an excuse.
"I-Its okay. I got him." I replied lamely, trying not to make Ikuto made like his father asked. Ikuto rolled his eyes and walked toward the car. I followed.
I was surprised of the vehicle waiting there. A new black Merecedes. They definitly had money, that was for sure. Ikuto got into the drivers seat as I placed Aruto-kun in the back and buckled his seat belt. I scooted him in, preparing to sit next to the little boy.
"Sit up here, Amu." Ikuto stated before I buckled myself in. I clenched and unclenched the belt in my hand, debating.
"Why?" I questioned. Maybe he'd just forget about it.
He looked at me through the mirror before adjusting his seat. He needed to get something off his chest too, huh?
I sighed, before letting go of the belt and walking to the front seat. I sat down, putting my seatbelt to click and looked at Ikuto. He was giving me a face of disbelief.
"What?" I asked, annoyed. He shook his head, astonished.
"You listened to me." He answered and I suddenly saw the mistake I'd made. Oops.
"W-Well." I though up another lie, "I-I want to be able to see Utau and your mom again, s-so I'd need to make sure you, um, are happy with me?" It came out as a question. No one spoke.
Ikuto turned on the engine and opened the windows in the car. It was a pretty hot night, even for july. I let the wind whisk my hair around before checking back on Aruto-kun. Just fine. I looked over at Ikuto.
"Ikuto." I asked as he kept his eyes on the road. He made a small, Hmm, sound. "I was wondering...yesturday, before the...weird stuff happened, why did you tell me ni hao?" Ikuto answered my question by the laughing in my face. I shooshed him, looking back at the still sleeping Aruto, before glaring at him. He never answered the question.
We arrived at his house were I hesitated, and shook my head.
"What?" Ikuto asked me when I began taking my belt off warily. I met his stare, trying to lighten my hatred for him.
"You couldn't drop me off at my house?" I asked him, even though he didn't know where I lived, and that was probably a good thing. He looked around, probably noticing it was way past curfew before murmuring.
"Oh." Is what he said. I shook my head. "Do you...want me to drop you off?" It was beginning to get very awkward between us. That might have to do with the fact that we'd always argued with each other rather than spoken like real people do.
"No, I'll take my chances walking." I replied bitterly. Just because I had to do what Ikuto said, didn't mean I had to be nice about it. I glanced back at the peaceful sleeping Aruto before leaning over and kissing his forehead. I smiled and sat back up.
"Hey, where's my goodnight kiss?" Ikuto pouted and I froze. I didn't really have to do this, did I? He wasn't asking, was he? Ikuto laughed and shook his head, grasping the steering wheel in his left hand and hanging his right hand over the headrest of my seat. "Its okay, I'll take it for myself."
He began leaning down to my face, and I had to keep from running out of the car. My hands gripped the cushion seats until my nails dug in and I was pressed into the fabric. I shut my eyes and my mouth, hoping he'd just move on fast enough I wouldn't know.
"What's wrong." He demanded now, His face a shadow over my own. With my eyes opened in fear, I tried not to show how scared and untrustful I was of him. I swallowed he he backed up. "You wouldn't let me just do this to you." He replied as I relaxed a little.
"I...I need Aruto." I replied, knowing that was the truth. Hurt passed in Ikuto's eyes as he sat straightforward again and looked out.
"You should go now, Amu." He answered. His voice sounded like he was surpressing anger. I hoped I didn't draw attention to his father. Now I worried.
"J-Just because of Aruto! I mean, I wasn't really going to let you kiss me!" I objected and his eyes narrowed on me again. Then his smirk played out.
What...did I just do?
"Oh really?" He asked, cupping his hands on my chin. His warm hands drew the heat to my cheeks as I bit my lip, avioding his compelling blue eyes. He waited just like that, not moving once, until I had to sneak a peek back up at his face. When I did, he met my eyes and leaned in just as he had before.
I can't do this!
I back up and pushed Ikuto away, breathing heavily. To my surprise, Ikuto's smirk stuck in place as he moved back to his respectal space again. I sighed, relieved I didn't have to kiss him. Hopefully Mr. Tsukiyomi wouldn't know.
Ikuto chuckled, shaking his head. "Goodnight, Amu."
I blinked, surprised. "Oh, um, goodnight then, Ikuto." I walked out of the car then, closing the door and making my walk toward my house. I was mortified at what had just happened.
I was in the Tsukiyomi car for a reason other than Aruto. I was in the car...because of Ikuto.
The words refused to sink in.
ShellyCullen: Mmm...
Suu: What's wrong, Shelly? Desu.
Dia: Need some perverted Amu?
Amu: What?! Ikuto: ;3
Shelly: No, that's not it. Its just...the story is turning out differently than I first imagined it would go. The babysitter is taking a mind of its own.
Ran: Isn't that a good thing?
Shelly: Good for the story, bad for the plot. I have to make sure I don't stray too far from the main focus of the story, but I feel like THE BABYSITTER is becoming a whole new novel.
Miki: So what are you going to do?
Shelly: Idk. But REVIEWERS, you could help on this one! Is my new writing style better than it was at the beginning of this story? Is the newfound drama okay with you? And do you like the new twists this story has acquired? Too much detail? Was it easier to follow? Please tell me what you think!!!
Aio: Gotta say, ur one whiny and self consious author!
Shelly: I'm a perfectionist, okay?!?! XP
Ikuto: Just review...
Shelly
