Cristel (me, psychedelic-dreams): I don´t own Shugo Chara! If I did, I wouldn´t be making fanfiction! I´d be making lots of amuto episodes, yay!

Thanks to all my readers for waiting for my update! I love you!

Ikuto: Get her in the car already, we need to take her to the asylum.

Amu: You do it! I´m scared!

Cristel: You guys talking about me?! I can´t believe the nerve of you!

Ikuto: Get on with the story! runs away

Amu: Wait for me! runs away too

Cristel: Bastards. On with the chapter!

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Chapter 8- Your golden eyes and my saphire eyes

Music bounced off every wall in the apartment room as Amu cut up fruits. Dancing along to the music, she didn´t notice Ikuto sneaking up from behind and smirking down at her.

"Boo." Ikuto blew in her ear.

"I-Ikuto!" Amu turned red faced to stare at him, after having jumped a few feet into the air.

"You call that dancing?" He smirked at her.

"Well, duh. What do you want me to do? Grind against the counter or something?" She rolled her eyes at him and returned to her fruit cutting.

"I wouldn´t mind being the table counter if you did," He said teasingly.

"E-enough! I have a knife in my hands just so you know!" she turned threatenly at him, showing him the sharp knife to emphasize her warning.

"I´ve already had a near death experience, don´t be like that Amu," Ikuto said pushing her against the counter and taking the knife away from her.

"I-Ikuto..." Amu blushed.

"Dance away. I´ll be the counter and you grind." He smirked

"P-pervert!"

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"Amu?" Ikuto asked as he popped a piece of melon in his mouth.

"What is it Ikuto?" Amu responded.

"I was wondering wondering...were we really close when we were together?" He said, turning to look at her with a serious expression.

"Y-yeah. We were, we would always fight but like playing around you know. That´s how our relationship was, full of fun. I always enjoyed fighting with you but then making up again." Amu said as she reached for a grape.

"Mmm, did we ever get in a real fight?" Ikuto said, saphire eyes scanning her expression.

"Yeah, we did. Only once before you got into the car accident," said Amu, her eyes had suddenly become gloomy.

He watched as Amu´s expression changed from calm and happy to sad. She wrapped her arms around her knees and stared at her feet, refusing to look at him to see his expression.

"I´m not mad." Ikuto voice out of the blue.

"What?" Amu said, looking up at him with a confused face.

He smiled at her and ruffled her hair, "Whatever it is that we fought about, I´m not mad. Even though I don´t remember why we fought, I´m not mad. Don´t be so hard on yourself ok?"

Amu only nodded and put on a happy smile again as Ikuto reached for more fruit.

"Hey Amu..."

"What is it Ikuto?" she grinned at him as she reached over to get a banana for herself.

"Did we have sex when we were together?"

Oh Ikuto, you damn pervert.

"Ikuto!" Amu screamed, her face flushed with the hot blood circulating through her body.

"I´ll take that as a yes," Smirking, he threw a grape inside his mouth and began cackling afterwards.

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Opening the curtains to let a bit of the light from the setting sun in, Amu layed down on the sofa, reading a book on this friday evening. Having finished her homework, she had decided to take some time to herself to read a book in peace. Ikuto was currently not in the apartment since he had to meet up with Alice.

Even though he had still not regained his memory completely, Alice had adviced Ikuto to still keep on working on his violin. His fans being the most important thing to him, he had agreed also saying that it would be a good idea.

It had already been two months since Ikuto´s accident and Amu was getting desperate. When would he be able to regain his memories back? When would he remember his love for her? When? When?

The thought that only one more month was left for the three month period that Ikuto had agreed to with Utau, only managed to haunt Amu.

Would Ikuto stay with her even after not remembering much or would he go back to Japan? These were her thoughts everynight before she went to sleep. Although she felt that she and Ikuto were starting to become closer, she was still not sure of what he thought.

Ikuto was still the same perverted teaser he had always been, grasping any chance he had to make her blush. Not one of them had brought the topic of dating again, not even once.

Finding out that she was not really paying attention to what she was reading, Amu placed the book on her face, feeling the coolness of the sheats of it.

As she sighed with the book covering her face, she was oblivious to the fact that Ikuto had arrived back at the aparment without making a single noise.

As soon as he had stepped in to the living room, he saw Amu on the sofa with a book on her face. Deciding to sneak up on her, he advanced her way, silently.

Ikuto POV

As I advanced towards Amu, she was still not aware of me there. I stopped beside her head and silently kneeled down. Just as I was about to pull the book off her face and scare her, my attention was caught by her hair.

It looked so soft and silky, I found myself longing to run my fingers through it. Lowering my eyes, they traveled down to her white neck, down to her small breasts which looked like small mountains, down to her flat stomach and down her legs. She was beautiful, I had not failed to notice that.

Smiling to myself, I remembered all those times which I made her blushed. The way her face would emmidietly would burn with embarrassment made me laugh. Her cheeks always lit red when I said something perverted to her, I couldn´t help it, I always had to do this. Also, when she would smile with laughter, her eyes would close slightly and the left side of her smile would always lift up higher than the right side.

Yeah, I have it bad, I know. Its really confusing to feel like this, its so odd since I don´t remember anything about us from before but I feel like I still know her. I´ve still not decided what do about us, I know for sure that she´s just waiting for me to say something but I just can´t bring myself to do anything just yet.

Leaving my thoughts aside, I turn back to my original plan. I slowly slid the book off her face and see that her eyes are closed in peace. I place my face just a few cm above hers and smirk.

"Amu...Amu..." I say teasingly and I see her eyes start to flutter open.

"I-Ikuto!" Her face starts to get redder and redder by the second. Laughing, I lift my head and back away.

I know she´s still blushing like no tomorrow behind me and I just can´t help but feel content. Smiling, I tell myself that I´ve got to do something about us.

END POV

It was already night as Amu and Ikuto were watching a movie, Ikuto on the sofa and Amu on the floor.

"Amu, I want cookies." Ikuto suddenly said as he started poking her sides, taking advantage of her position on the floor.

"A-alright! Alright! But stop poking me!" Amu cried out, laughing hard since she was very ticklish.

After finally managing to get up, she headed over to the kitchen and started making the batter for the cookies. Having mixed all of the ingredients, she started to make the shape of the cookies when she suddenly felt Ikuto sneak up behind her and grab her hands, all the while pressing his body against her back.

"Your hands are soft," Ikuto said softly to her, still holding them.

"I-Ikuto," Amu said as she blushed, looking down at their hands.

Resting his cheek on the top of her head, he inhaled in her scent, "You also smell like strawberries...Amu..."

"W-what´s going on Ikuto?" Amu asked nervously, still staring at their hands.

Managing to turn her around, he looked at her. She was blushing so much and her eyes looked confused. In them he also saw something...maybe hope?

He slowly started to lean towards her, watching her eyes start to flutter close, he smirked and leaned even more. His breath was just on top of her lips, just a few cm away...

He was so close, he closed his eyes and...

RING!

Damn that stupid phone. Instantly, both of them jumped apart at the sound.

A blushed Amu, ran out of the kitchen and into the living room to answer the phone, leaving Ikuto in the kitchen to curse.

"Damn it! I was so close!" He muttered to himself angrily before going into the living room himself to find Amu on the phone.

"Oh hi Nagehiko! How are you?"

Ikuto narrowed his eyes slightly. 'Nagehiko? Oh right, one of her guy friends back in Japan' he thought.

Finally after a few minutes of conversation, Amu finally hung up the phone and turned around to find Ikuto sitting on the sofa staring at her.

"Who was it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her, already knowing who it was.

"Nagehiko. He called to say that he and Rima are getting married in a month." Amu said, her face blushed as she remembered the previous events in the kitchen.

"Ah, I see," Ikuto said as he got up and walked towards her.

Stopping in front of her, golden eyes and saphire ones met.

"Iku-"

"Let´s go out on a date tomorrow." Ikuto said as he looked down at the shocked Amu.

A date? Ah, this is going to be interesting.

Chapter 9 Title preview: A date to remember

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A/N: Bwhahaha! That was ch. 9. See? I told you guys there would be improvement in our Amuto. n.n

Before I forget, the reason why I had not updated is because of health problems and because I twisted my arm so it hurt a lot to type.

Umm, I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Wow, only two chapters left! Review!!

See you later!