A/N: THANK YOU FOR 1000 VIEWS asdfghjk! #$%^&*( I'M OVER THE MOON RIGHT NOWWW! Gah, I love all my reviewers and viewers~ You guys make my day ;3

Anyways, here's a new chapter! I'll try putting some Amuto fluff as a little present ;S

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You are my one and only.

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Ikuto let the almost-boiling water attack his back. The fuming steam was rising from the showerhead, creating a fine layer of mist on the mirror that was perched above the bathroom sink. After feeling like that was enough, he stepped out of the shower cubicle and wrapped his towel around his body, making sure to conceal every private part. He didn't want to scare the pink-haired teen again like he did last time.

After slightly drying his hair with a smaller towel, Ikuto changed into his clothes. Then he turned off the bathroom lights and glanced around to see if anyone was in the dorm but it was only Amu. She seemed to be sleeping or dozing off. Ikuto shrugged and exited the dorm, locking the door behind him. Of course he had to let his Amu sleep, right?

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"Eh Rima, why do we have to do this again?" moaned Nagihiko as he slumped on the timber flooring.

"Yeah Rimaaaa… I'm so tired after PE and now we have to do this?" whined Kukai, taking a seat next to Nagihiko. The star soccer player was leaning his chin on his elbow, grunting in displeasure.

Rima stood in front of both of them, clad in full dance attire. She was obviously tired too but was too proud to show it.

"Because Nagihiko promised me that he'd teach me some moves!" seethed Mashiro as she prepared for her glare.

"Then why am I here?" wailed Kukai as he threw both his arms up in the air. After his small audio concert, he slunk back down to his previous position.

"Dude, were you going to leave me with this monster?" cried Nagihiko, obviously stating that the 'monster' was Rima. The midget had begun to tense up and was shooting numerous death glares at both of the boys.

"Nagi! But you promised!" pouted Rima, putting on her best innocent look. To be honest, it worked, mainly on Nagihiko because he couldn't bear to see Rima sad.

They had been childhood friends since elementary school, as well as Kukai and Ikuto. The foursome were inseparable then some business happened that tore the tight-knit group in half. Ever since then, Rima had stuck closely with Nagihiko, occasionally exchanging chatter with Ikuto and Kukai. As for the other two, Ikuto and Kukai had continued to stay as best mates. Although the four teenagers weren't as close as they used to be, they were all still on good terms, pursuing their individual dreams.

Nagihiko wanted to be a dancer and tour the world, performing in the best dance stadiums. Kukai obviously wanted to represent America in soccer and hopefully one day, coach his own team. Rima was going to pursue interior designing or fashion designing. Well, something to do with designing. As for Ikuto, he still was unsure of what he wanted to be. All he cared about now was being free and absorbing the attention he got from his fangirls.

"Nagihiko! Get up, you lazy retard!" cursed Rima as she took her position in the dance studio. The Fujisaki got up and took his place next to Rima, motioning Kukai to come over too.

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Ikuto paced backwards and forwards in the cafeteria, devising his meticulous plan to amuse himself. The cafeteria was mostly empty except for a few students here and there collecting some afternoon snacks. The food area was always open and always filled with ready-to-go food. The school didn't really have an 'eating' schedule. If you were hungry, you come and eat; if you weren't then you don't come. But they still expected you to arrive for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The main diet at the school was usually vegetables and salads, with a few burgers and fatty foods here and there. They had to change the whole school regime when girls started to complain about how much carbs they were absorbing and even Saaya threatened to sue the school for trying to make her fat.

Of course, when the guys heard about this, they fought back, complaining that burgers were a delicacy and didn't deserve to be treated badly. Their argument and reasons were impeccably stupid so you probably are able to guess who won the duel. The girls did, of course.

Ikuto finally came to a solid decision and headed off to the dessert section of the cafeteria. Before accomplishing his deed, he took a few peeks to see if anyone was eyeing him. No one was. The lunch ladies were busy cooking or gossiping and the few students were too absorbed in the chatter amongst their friends to even notice him.

After making sure that he wasn't being spied on, he nicked the whipped cream can and leapt off.

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The subtle walk back to his dorm was frightening yet slightly amusing for Ikuto. People did look at him with puzzled expressions. It wasn't normal for someone like Ikuto to saunter through the school, gulping down huge amounts of whipped cream. But he safely made it back, just in time to see Amu stirring in her sleep.

Ikuto crept over to her bed and went on his knees, while facing the pinkette's sleeping face. Before commencing his prank, he choked down his laughter and straightened himself up. Lucky for Ikuto, God was definitely on his side. Amu's palm was lying right in front of his face, giving him the clear target. The blue-haired teenager quietly oozed out a swirl of whipped cream onto Amu's hand then slightly backed away, checking to see if she was awake. So far, she wasn't. Heavy sleeper, much? After returning to his relaxed state, Ikuto resumed to his position in front of Amu and reached his right hand forward. With his fingers, he lightly tickled her nose, making sure to not wake her up during the process. He had to bite on his tongue to keep himself from laughing. After a while, Amu started to show signs of irritation and displeasure. Ikuto slowly backed away, still tickling her nose. When Amu reached breaking point, she slapped her face with her hand to get the irritation away from her face. The slightly liquidish substance spread all over her face, sending off an image of a melting snowman. Ikuto chuckled loudly while clutching his stomach before he grabbed his phone and ran out of the dorm.

"IKUTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" yelled Amu as she furiously sat up and rushed to the doorway of the dorm while wiping away any remainders of the whipped cream. When she poked her head out, she could see the blob of blue dashing down the corridor.

While running away from the pinkette, Ikuto smirked to himself. Little did she know that he had recorded to whole event and was planning to do some evil stuff with the recording.

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A/N: AND THAT'S THE END OF CHAPTER 8. I'm sorry guys. I promised fluff and I still haven't given it to you. Next chapter! It'll be in the next chapter. This time, I'll keep my promise.

Ikuto: Oh really?

Tenshi: Shut up.

Well, thanks for reading everyone. Au revoir until next time!

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