"You…are…such…a…freaking…idiot!" Miki exclaimed, throwing random objects at the blue haired man at every word she said. Her sisters and their boyfriends exchanged amused looks while Yoru tried to prevent his fiancé from killing his cousin.

Ikuto held up his hands in front of his face, trying to protect himself from the blue haired girl's attacks. "Hold on, what did I do?! I just met you; there's no way I could have pissed you off that easily!" He dodged another attack, a confused expression on his face as Miki huffed and glared at him. The both of them looked at Yoru to explain.

He rubbed the back of his head, looking uncomfortable. "Do you remember how I told you that this is my fiancé and her sisters who were also lost on that plane?" His cousin nodded slowly. "See…they weren't the only survivors. Amu was on that ship as well and she's probably over with her parents now, though she'll probably go searching for you to as why you broke off your wedding with her sister."

"What?" Ikuto exclaimed, his eyes wide. This wasn't what he expected at all when his cousin had suddenly appeared at his house with a bunch of strangers.

"Yeah," spat Miki, looking pissed off as she crossed her arms. "And she'll probably be crushed by the fact that there's some girl's crap all over the place and that you don't love her or moved on so quickly!" Her point was proven by the sound of a bed creaking and the shower starting.

"Well, to be fair, it has been three years," whispered Ran to her sister, who spun around and glared at her with fire in her eyes. She made a squeaking sound, hiding behind Daichi. Her younger sister could be scary when she wanted to be, especially when she lost her temper.

"So?" She challenged. "Yoru and I have been separated for three years but we still hung on to each other! We both could have moved on, but we didn't!"

"Come on, Miki," tried Rhythm. "Maybe this was his way of coping with the fact that he helped drive away the one woman he ever really loved." Ikuto gave him a 'what the fuck' look.

"Thanks, man," he said sarcastically. "Who the hell are you guys anyways?" He gestured to the blue haired artist. "I know you're my cousin's fiancé and I'm sorry we're going to be related one day, but I don't know any of you."

"We're Miki's sisters," exclaimed Ran before introducing herself. "And this is Dia and her boyfriend, Rhythm. This is my boyfriend, Daichi!"

"Yo," greeted Rhythm while Daichi flashed a thumbs up sign to the violinist. The said violinist sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. It was then that everybody noticed how disarrayed he appeared, with his scruffy hair and ruffled clothes. Not to mention, he had a disoriented expression that also highlighted his content…as if he had had…

"Dude," exclaimed Yoru, baffled by his cousin's behavior. The cruise had only been a few weeks and Ikuto had been as single as an old cat lady but now he was off sleeping with random women? He never ever expected this from the older male, not in a million years. "What the hell is wrong with you? You've never even looked at another woman in the last three years and as soon as I'm gone, you start picking up random chicks? What, did you crack and hit the sleaziest bars you could find?"

"No, his sister needed a place to stay," interrupted Utau as she descended down the stairs with slightly damp hair. She looked at them with an incredulous expression as they all stared at her, some glares colder than others. "I don't know what Amu told you about me, but I'm not the same girl I was back then." She looked at her brother. "Ikuto, I'm going out to meet Yaya and Ami."

Her brother turned around, a skeptical expression on his face. "You haven't talked to either of them in two years…why are you meeting with them?" Then he raised an eyebrow. "Are you meeting that Souma guy?"

Utau blushed. "What, no! I don't want to see that weird guy ever again."

"He called and asked if you wanted to have another ramen challenge on Saturday," said Ikuto, smirking at his sister.

"Well, since he probably has no other friends, I guess I have to go," murmured the blonde singer, making the others exchange amused expressions. "Anyways, I really am meeting Yaya and Ami."

"And may I ask why, all of a sudden?" The violinist asked curiously.

Utau smiled gently, rubbing her arm absently. "Ami called me and said she wanted to make things right now that she had her sister back." This was met by a stunned expression from her brother. "In fact, it was Amu who made Ami get her act together on that cruise ship and call us. So…when you see her today, Ikuto, can you tell her how I sorry I am for…everything?" Her brother could only nod and she smiled kindly at him before brushing past the group, walking out of the house.

"Well, I guess we have to go too," said Dia, already leading her sisters out the door. "I assume Amu is on her way here, having made Ami ask Utau for information on you, so we should go out and…settle our different businesses."

"Right, see ya later," exclaimed Yoru before he was yanked out by his fiancé, leaving his cousin in stunned silence.

After several moments, he burst out laughing. He laughed long and hard, clutching his stomach as he keeled over.

Footsteps were heard as somebody approached him, fat drops of water from her hair dropping onto his shirt, but he didn't mind as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

She giggled, sounding highly amused as she asked in her melodious voice, "Are you alright, Ikuto?"

He wiped his eye, still chuckling as he straightened and kissed her. "I'm perfectly fine, Amu. Did you see their expressions when Utau came down?"

The pink haired woman smiled, rolling her eyes. "I have to thank her for helping set this up. Anyways, I didn't expect Miki to lose it like that."

"Never mind her," murmured Ikuto, holding his girlfriend close to him. Oh, how he missed her so much. He had been like a zombie, alive but barely breathing, without her all this time. He wasn't even sure how he had survived for the last three years. "I think we still have a lot to catching up to do." To his delight, a brilliant blush covered her beautiful face as she melted at his touch. His touch only, for no other person would be able to hold her.

"Ikuto," she said, sounding out of breath as she uttered his name like it was prayer to the gods. "How did…this even happen?"

"Well, it all started when you showed up two hours ago in that adorable little dress," he replied, spotting the said dress on his living room floor. His furniture was all over the place from their little…reunion earlier, after they had talked about what they had been doing the last three years and gotten over how neither of them had moved on and still loved each other. "You shouldn't be showing up in such an outfit unless you want to be jumped."

"Well, you're the one that practically jumped over the coffee table to kiss me," Amu retorted, rolling her eyes as she held him close. "And Ami wouldn't let me leave in any of my normal clothes."

"Well, your clothes are a bit more complex and harder to get off," replied Ikuto, smirking as he noticed she had changed into one of his shirts. It went down to her thighs and showed off her slender legs, looking ridiculously oversized on her but also incredibly sexy as was anything she wore. "You sure are risky today, wearing something like that in front of me."

"What, am I not allowed to pick out some new sleepwear?" Amu asked coyly, fluttering her lashes innocently. Her boyfriend (well, that's what she called him; she didn't know where they were exactly) chuckled softly. "Hey, Ikuto, where exactly do we stand? I mean, what am I to you?"

Ikuto suddenly had a serious expression on his face as they sat down on the living room couch. "Amu, to me, you'll always be my best friend…but, for a long time, I've wanted to be something more than that. My biggest regret in life was not admitting how wrong I was not to confess and continue with the wedding like you didn't mean more than life to me. I thought my world ended when I heard about that plane accident and I didn't see a point in living when we read your letter." He calmed down slightly when she squeezed his hand, running her other hand down his face lovingly.

"I'm sorry I put all of you through so much," she said softly. The violinist kissed her again, pulling her in close.

"You have nothing to apologize for," he said. "If anybody should apologize, it should be basically everybody else for not realizing what you were going through. Anyways, it's partially my fault as well for not being honest."

"You haven't answered my question yet," pointed out Amu, pulling away to stare at him dead in the eyes.

"Amu, I don't want to go through life wondering 'what if' or pretending like we just met and are creating a normal relationship," continued Ikuto from his previous speech, his eyes softening as he took in all of her beauty. "I don't care how rushed it may seem or what everybody will think, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And even in death, I will want to be with you."

The pink haired woman gasped, tears springing to her eyes as her hands flew to her mouth in shock. "Ikuto, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

The violinist nodded, smiling at her as he took her hands in his. "Hinamori Amu, will you marry me?" She stared at him for several seconds, tears falling down her cheeks as she nodded rapidly.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes," exclaimed the overwhelmed woman, throwing herself at the man she loved so much. "Oh, you have no idea how long I waited to hear that."

Ikuto wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck as he chuckled softly. "Oh, I think I have an idea alright." His breath was hot on Amu's neck and she shivered, making him grin. "My previous statement still stands…we have a lot of catching up to do." Amu giggled as her fiancé began to kiss her, their clothes leaving a trail once more as they stumbled upstairs to the bedroom. This time they wouldn't have to be cut off by Utau's surprised screaming and curses.

Midori shot a knowing look to her husband, who was sniffling, as a smug expression crossed her features. "I told you."

"But…my sparrow…" Tsumugu protested weakly before slapping himself, earning amused and slightly concerned looks from his daughter and her fiancé. "Oh, alright, I give you my blessing to marry my precious Amu…but not too soon please. I just got back both of my daughters; I don't want to lose her just yet."

"Oh, Papa," murmured Amu, getting up to hug her father. It had only been three weeks since Ikuto had proposed and he had wanted to get approval from her parents before they went to get a ring. They planned on buying one and then heading to Kei and Amorza's wedding. "Ami and I will always be your sparrows, but we have to leave the nest eventually." She couldn't believe she was actually playing along with his ridiculous sparrow gag but if it comforted him, then ah well.

Midori patted her husband on the shoulder as Ikuto exchanged amused looks with Ami, who was in the kitchen watching the show as she munched on popcorn. The two of them had made up, deciding it was best to put the past behind them for the sake of Amu's happiness. Which, she definitely deserved.

Amu made an odd sound as her father began crying again, holding her tightly like she would never return if he let her go. "P-Papa, you're squeezing me too tight!"

"Darling, you're smothering her…" Midori.

"Well, I'm going to get something to eat." Ikuto.

"Ikuto, don't just leave me here!" Amu.

"Hey, can I have some of that?" Ikuto.

"No way, get your own popcorn!" Ami.

"Ikuto, you useless cat, come and help me!" Amu.

"I'm eating." Ikuto.

"You're eating my popcorn!" Ami.

"Ami, forget about the pop-Papa, you're choking me!" Amu.

"Dear, let the poor girl go!" Midori.

"No, my sparrow can't fly away just yet!" Tsumugu.

"Hey, got a camera?" Ikuto.

"Yeah, on the coffee table." Ami.

"I'm going to get you both!" Amu.

Utau and Yaya exchanged looks as they entered the Hinamori household, immediately backing out.

"They sound busy," remarked Yaya as they walked down the driveway.

"Oh, they sounded busier when she came over a few weeks ago," muttered Utau, still scarred. The younger girl giggled.

"I'm sure you and Kukai are no better though," she teased, making the blonde blush brightly. "Aren't you glad I introduced you to him?"

"Shut up," exclaimed the singer, crossing her arms. "Anyways, you're one to talk. I'm sure you and Kairi are making some time."

"Oh, we have plenty of time," replied the brunette, still giggling as she gently patted her belly. Utau's eyes widened, noticing the small bump for the first time. "I haven't told him yet."

"Let me know when you do," she said, sounding dazed. "Something tells me the poor boy will faint."

"That's why I'm trying to break it to him delicately," said Yaya. "You don't mind if I ask Ami to be the godmother, do you?" The older girl smiled, thinking of how the three of them had rebuilt their friendship so quickly.

"No, I don't mind at all," she replied softly. "Boy, there sure are a lot of weddings going on here. I mean, there's the one with Miki and Yoru, and now Amu and Ikuto are finally getting married, and I'm sure that Ran girl will propose to Daichi. Rhythm and Dia are definitely more patient but this entire situation must make them feel pressured to get hitched."

"Well, if everybody's getting married, then Kukai should propose in no time," said Yaya offhandedly, grinning. "It can be a…five-way wedding!"

"That's ridiculous, Yaya," shot down Utau, blushing before her eyes lit up. "But maybe they can do a double wedding! I mean, why not, right?" She pulled out her phone and dialed her cousin's number, wedding plans forming in her mind.

"I don't know why you're calling Yoru," muttered Yaya, rolling her eyes. "It's Dia and Ran that are planning both weddings."

Meanwhile, Yoru let his phone go to voicemail as he watched the scene from his resting place in the treetops. He smirked, knowing the girls would be pleased by the idea of a double wedding. Then his smirk disappeared to be replaced with a scowl, remembering that he had been kicked out of the house so Miki and her sisters could go shopping for a wedding dress.

"Jeez, girls and weddings," he muttered before making his way to the taiyaki cart down the street. "Mm, chocolate."

Ikuto groaned as he rolled out of bed, hearing Utau yell at him to answer the door while she showered. He didn't bother changing out of pajama pants or old T-shirt that had several stains on it as he grudgingly made his way downstairs.

His stomach rumbled loudly and there was a horrible taste in his mouth, but he ignored them both. Much to his family's dismay, he hadn't really been taking care of himself for the last two years. The first year he had mostly been depressed but he had at least brushed his hair every day.

He ran his hand through his somewhat dirty hair as he opened the door, hissing at the bright sunlight. "What?" He growled, annoyed, as he shielded his face with his hand.

"Well, gee, someone's still not a morning person I see," said a familiar voice, making Ikuto pull away his hand and blink once in shock.

"A-Amu?" He stammered, backing away. There she was, looking as beautiful as ever in a little red dress that highlighted her every curve and showed off her legs. It was meant to be a casual dress but it looked as if she was going to a cocktail party instead. "You're alive?" She smiled, nodding, and he practically jumped the poor girl as he hugged her tightly. Amu made a sound of surprise before hugging him back.

They stayed like that for several seconds before she remarked, "You know, Ikuto, you kind of stink."

Suddenly embarrassed and aware of his hygiene for the first time in a while, Ikuto pulled away and gestured towards the living room. "Right, I'll be right back; you sit here until I'm done!" He raced away, not caring how ridiculously spazzed out he seemed.

In a matter of minutes, he had washed his hair, brushed his teeth, put on deodorant, cologne, and had changed into fresh clothes. He ran back downstairs, hoping he hadn't been hallucinating. He was reassured when he heard Amu giggling in the living room.

"Ikuto, you're such a spaz," she teased before her eyes softened. "I'm glad you're alright; I'm sorry about your breakup with Ami though."

"Why are you sorry?" Ikuto asked, confused, as he sat across from her on the armchair.

The pink haired woman shrugged. "I mean, you did love her, didn't you?"

He sighed. "It's a long story…speaking of long stories, where the hell have you been?"

"Even longer story," replied Amu. "But without going into detail, I've been stuck on a deserted island with your cousin's fiancé and her sisters for the last three years."

"Yoru?" Ikuto furrowed his eyebrows, vaguely remembering that they had met on the airplane. "He went on a cruise…"

"Yeah, the same cruise ship that rescued us," interrupted the pink haired woman, making him raise an eyebrow. "It was so sweet, to see the two of them reunited, I mean. They were so in love and neither of them gave up on each other even though people kept telling them to move on." She sighed longingly. "Nobody even saw them during most of the trip after that; if we did, they were all disorientated and giggly."

"Well, Yoru did have a breakdown when he came back," said Ikuto. "I'm not surprised that they were so excited to see each other. They were in love, after all…sort of like how you were in love with me." Well, he had to bring up the subject; he had to find out whether or not she still loved him.

Amu chuckled, looking down. "Yeah…I guess you read my letter? Well, obviously, since Ami told me you did but…" She didn't meet his eyes, afraid of how he would react to her next statement. "But then again, she also told me that you had loved me too." She laughed nervously, not wanting to get her hopes up. "I mean, that's funny right? You, the great Tsukiyomi Ikuto, in love with somebody like me?"

"What's so wrong with being in love with you?" Ikuto asked quietly, watching her every movement as his heart throbbed. She was so close to him, but he couldn't…did he have any right to claim her as his own? "There's nothing funny about my feelings for you, Amu."

She looked up, her eyes wide in surprise. "Y-Your feelings? What do you mean?"

"Amu, we've always been honest with each other," said the violinist seemingly offhandedly. "Right?" She nodded slowly, confused. "So if I asked if you were still in love with me, what would your answer be?"

Amu blinked, her cheeks tinted pink. "I wouldn't say anything."

He didn't look satisfied by that answer. "What do you mean?"

She reached into her dress and pulled out the chain of her necklace, revealing the locket around her neck. His eyes widened in shock. "I mean, showing you that I refused to let go of this locket you gave me says a lot about my feelings for you, doesn't it?"

Ikuto stared at her in shock, tempted to go and run the ten miles to the abandoned amusement park so he could get the key he had left in the teacups with the duplicate of the matching lock, but instead chose to leap over the coffee table and cup her face so he could kiss her.

She was caught off guard, blinking in surprise, before she returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck as his lowered down to her waist to pick her up. He carried her upstairs, never breaking their kiss, and led her to the nearest bedroom as he gently tossed her onto the bed and continued to kiss her as their clothing became disarrayed.

They were moaning each other's names when the door opened and somebody began to curse loudly in shock, making the couple break apart and stare at the stunned blonde.

"What…the…fuck…are you doing in my room, Ikuto?!" She shouted, her soaking wet hair sticking to her skin as she clutched the towel around her body. Then her amethyst eyes lit up in recognition. "Amu?" The pink haired woman used one hand to wave, smiling awkwardly. The older girl shook her head. "Okay, you can explain later, but if you're going to do…that…then get the hell out of my room!"

"You brought me to your sister's room?" Amu asked as the blue haired man got off of her with a smirk on his lips. "Idiot…" She smiled at his sister as they brushed by. "It's good to see you again, Utau." The phone on the dresser began ringing. "That's probably Ami calling to meet up." The singer raised an eyebrow. "By the way, I'm sorry."

"Amu, stop apologizing to everybody," exclaimed Ikuto, grabbing her hand as he tried to drag her back to his room so they could continue their previous activities. "Besides, it's Utau that needs to apologize."

"No, I'm sorry for nearly doing it on her bed," replied his lover, rolling her eyes. "I don't need to hear an apology from her anyways; it was partly my fault as well as hers and Ami's." He managed to get her away, muttering an apology to his sister before his bedroom door slammed.

Meanwhile, Utau was left in her bedroom with a confused expression. "What the hell just happened?"

I don't own Shugo Chara!

So…yeah. Not how I planned the chapter at all.

The next chapter is probably the epilogue and then that's it so…yup. *awkward silence*

Anyways…don't hesitate to tell me about any mistakes you found or what you thought about the chapter.

And I promise, after I'm done with this story, I'll start focusing on my other stories…probably.