Bip: All right! No more cram school! –Bip is yelling to the waves on a cliff-
Rima: …
Bip: Oh? Rima? It's you this time? –Takes out a long piece of paper and inspects it-
Rima: Stupid.
Bip: What was that?
Rima: Bip is stupid. Bip does not own Shugo Chara.
"Talking"
Thinking
"YELLING"
"Person saying something special or person thinking back to what another person said. You'll have to figure it out yourself :O"
Chapter 8: The Party Part 1
-Amu's POV-
I had just finished getting dressed up for the party. They told me it was going to be in a really fancy restaurant. How are they going to pay for that? I wondered as I started dressing up. I couldn't decide, casual clothes or not? I mean, they said it was a fancy restaurant, but it's only going to be kids…
Ikuto watched as I dashed to the closet, to my dresser, and back and forth. And I was just looking for an outfit. As I was searching around in my closet, Ikuto transformed. "Amu. Just how long do you plan to dash around the room?"
"I don't know what to wear!" I screamed, maybe a little too loudly. I heard my mom walk up the stairs.
"Is everything alright, Amu?" she said, starting to open the door. I threw my blanket on top of Ikuto. And to my relieve, the lump on the blanket disappeared until it was a shape of a cat and he crawled out from underneath, a little pissed. "Amu, what's wrong? I heard you're having a dilemma." My mom said as she opened the door fully smiling.
"Uh. Yeah." Is it really a good idea to let a mom help me find an outfit?
Somehow, my mom was able to choose a good outfit. Skinny jeans, shoes with thick soles (not sneakers), a white blouse with puffy frills at the sleeves (only), and a mid-drift black coat. It didn't look too casual or too formal. My mom left after we were both pleased with the outfit.
Ikuto was transformed and in his usual outfit. "Why don't you change, too?" I asked him. "My dad shouldn't mind you borrowing his outfits."
His eyebrows furrowed in both confusion and slight anger. "Amu, these clothes are equal to my pelt."
I must have had a very surprised look after I heard that because he asked "You didn't know that."
"No. I didn't. I thought you stole those clothes form a store the first transformed."
"Stole—" Ikuto said in disbelieve. He shook his head.
"I thought your pelt was blue." I continued. "Your clothes are black with red designs."
He sighed and it pissed me off, slightly. It was one of those sighs that someone makes when they get tired of explaining you. "It's just what happened, Ok. I transformed with these clothes. I don't think I can take these off. I haven't tried…" I made a face. "What's that look for?" he asked.
"Why don't you go take a bath before you go?" I said, opening the door for him to go through.
"That's not necessary, you dimwit!" Ikuto yelled. "You've dunked me into the tub countless times this week!"
"But not today." I said as I pushed him in to the bathroom. I left him to handle it by himself. I few minutes later, my dad yelled "Who locked the bathroom door from the inside?!"
Oh well. He'll be out in a little bit.
-Narrator's POV-
Ikuto and Amu arrived pretty late. Everyone else was already there. Apparently, it was not a dance party. Yaya was welcoming the guests.
"Amu-chi!" Yaya greeted them when they got passed the glass doors and into a blindingly beautiful ballroom. "The party is on the second floor. You're the last to arrive. You had to make Yaya stand there for an extra 15 minutes."
"…Ah…sorry." Amu said, sweat dropping. Wow, for a 3rd grader, she acts way younger than she really is.
"Amu-chi…? Is this your boyfriend?" Yaya said looking at Ikuto.
"Wha-What?" Amu almost screamed. "H-He's my cousin's cousin's uncle's sister in law's younger sister's cousin's cousin twice removed!" Amu said, flustered. I can't believe I just said that. In fact, I can't believe I remembered that.
"But, you're blushing." Yaya muttered.
"H-Huh?" Amu said, getting more flustered.
"I'll go turn on the AC!"
"But, Yaya! It's in the middle of winter!" Amu yelled and followed her. Ikuto sighed and continued up the stairs to the party as the other two sped off at the other direction, down the stairs.
At the second floor, Ikuto stopped to gaze at the door that was at least 15 feet tall. Are elementary students really paying for this? He pushed the door opened a little and there was a crash. In front of him was a girl with blue hair dressed in all different shades of blue. She was sitting on the floor, knocked down by the door when Ikuto pushed it.
"Aw, geez, you made me drop my food." She turned to look up at Ikuto. "Yoru!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Before Ikuto can answer, a bunch of guys came over. "Miki-san! Are you all right? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine! I'm fine!" Miki said, annoyed. "Now, leave me alone!"
Ah, the results of popularity. Ikuto thought.
"Yoru? What are you doing here?" Miki asked again.
"Do I look like Yoru to you? Yoru is the last guy I'd like to see now. He's always jumping to conclusions." Ikuto said, sighing.
"Oh…sorry. I had mistaken you for someone else." Miki said. Actually, my friend, you look like Yoru's twin.
Ikuto sighed and walked on. There were so many faces he seemed to recognize, yet he didn't. "Um, can I help you?" a boy's voice said from behind him.
The green haired boy continued. "I didn't think you were in our school. Are you an acquaintance of one of the students? If you're not, I'm calling security."
Ikuto raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I'm Amu Hinamori's cousin's cousin's uncle's sister in law's younger sister's cousin's cousin twice removed, Ikuto."
It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. "Nice to meet you. My name is Musashi." Then another guy with came up to him. He had sea green hair. And I thought my hair was unusual. Ikuto thought.
"Hey, Musashi, you know all the schedules for the events here, right."
Figures, he's the one with the entire schedule. I mean he looks like a nerd. Ikuto sighed and looked around.
"I believe Kairi has the entire schedule."
"Well, Kusa-kusa wants to know when the comedy act is. She's giggling out of nervousness."
"Ah, yea, it's the third event." Musashi answered without looking at any papers. "Right after the samurai match."
Ikuto walked away, not bothering to listen to the rest of the conversation. Ikuto walked to a corner and tried to be invisible, but no matter what, a bunch of girls kept staring at him. Soon, Ikuto noticed a brown haired girl running around yelling "Where's the cookies? Where's the cookie?"
What was her name again? Ikuto thought as he tried to remember everyone's name. "Ah, Yaya! Hey, Yaya!" Ikuto said, trying to follow her. I could swear she was with Amu. The girl finally turned to look at Ikuto.
"My name is not Yaya. My name is Pepe." She said and took off running again, looking for milk this time.
Ikuto sighed and tried to melt into the shadows, but he still caught the eyes of a few girls. He didn't bother to make eye contact. He didn't even bother looking for Amu. It was probably better to just wait for her.
"Ikuto-san?" A voice said and broke Ikuto's concentration. This voice was too familiar to him.
"Tadase!" Ikuto cried out in surprise.
"I'm glad you remembered my name!" Tadase said and smiled.
Ikuto looked surprised for a moment. Then he turned away. "It's a easy name to remember." At least for me.
"Well, I'm glad you came, please enjoy the party!"
Ikuto quickly nodded and walked out of the room and to the main entrance of the party.
-Ikuto's POV-
Damn it! Why did he have to smile like the way he always did? I thought, pissed. He is the last person I want to remember! But, no matter how I tried to avoid thinking about it, I still remembered the days when we were all so happy. I could still remember the way him and his family would pet me. So how did everything change like this?
"Ikuto!" a voice called.
I turned around quickly. I recognized this voice automatically. "Amu!"
"Ah, Ikuto –" Icut her off by hugging her tightly. "H-Huh? Ikuto? Ikuto, what's wrong?" Amu stuttered. "Hey, hey, Ikuto!"
I didn't let go. Please, don't let things go wrong this time. Please let me stay happy with Amu.
Bip: Whoohoo! Part one done! Now to plan for part 2…-dies-
Rima: …Shouldn't this be all planned out already?
Bip: …It basically is…
Rima: Then why are you dying?
Bip: I need it to be longer.
Rima: Then why didn't you continue it from here?
Bip: Because that seemed like the right place to stop…
Rima: But wasn't the next part supposed to be important? –Starts reading from a notebook-
Bip: Yeah…I guess…but that's only if I ever decide to make a sequel T-T
Rima: … -sighs- Please review.
Q: WILL THERE BE A SEQUEL? (Taken from above)
A: MAYBE!
Q: Will the ending be happy?
A: …erffs
Q: Please answer the question above.
A: Depends on how you interpret it.
Q: …Ok…Next question. How many chapters will this story have?
A: Um…I want it to be under 20, but who knows.
Q: -eyes suspiciously- You have planned the ending, right?
A: Of course. It's just a matter of filler chapters filled with Amuto =D
SEE YOU NEXT TIME!
