The Maid Princess

by pinkkittyninja

Ikuto is the perverted prince of Shugo Kingdom and Amu is a poor village girl. These two cross paths in the most unusual way, and now Amu has to pay the price. So Ikuto takes her in-as a maid?

10. Lines are crossed

Cookie: OMG! It's AUGUST? WHERE THE HELL DID ALL THAT TIME GO!

Everyone: .. o-o

Amu: You haven't updated in a while..

Cookie: I know! I forgot! Jesus!

Rima: HE'S NOT HERE SO GET OVER IT!

Everyone: o-o

Cookie: (cough cough) anyway, sorry guys for the long wait for my new chappie! I totally forgot about my story!. I just never got around typing the story, sorry! I hope I didn't lose too many reviewers! /3

I really wanted to update before summers over though!

Sorry if I lost my swag! Something we azns got ;)

Ikuto: What swag? You're not even asian! D:

Cookie: …

So here's a summary so you don't have to reread it all!

Summary: Hinamori Amu almost kills herself due to her clumsiness but luckily Ikuto the creeper, (I mean prince), was stalking her and managed to save her. She moved in with the prince and there she met Rima Mashiro, who has major issues, and was forced to eat a dust bunny! (Good times ^-^) Then she died in a well. :D (jk)

Tadase: Cookie doesn't own Shugo Chara and if she did I'd be dead. :D

Cookie: HAHAHAHAHAHA! 10 chappies of my first storii! My stuffed animals would be so proud! Ok this is the PART AY! Can't wait, no? Well wait no longer because it's story time-

Eru: SHUT UP! PEOPLE WANNA JUST READ YOUR DAMN STORY!

Cookie: … ONWARDS TOWARD READING! :D

Chapter 10:

Ikuto's POV:

Today was the day. My birthday party. The day where everything changed. I ran my fingers through my hair, thinking hard. Even if I didn't like my new suitors, soon to be family, I had to live with it. I stopped thinking and stared at my reflection in mirror. "No Amu..." I whispered out loud.

Suddenly my mom burst into the room, all happy-like. Sometimes I don't understand that woman. "My Ikuto-kun is gonna be married! About time he manned up!" She babbled, running her own fingers through my hair even though I was already doing that. She continued babbling, probably about money and gold, while I examined myself in the mirror. I had to admit, I looked pretty good. My hair was soft and smooth, and my face was absolutely spotless, my slim yet hot body was in a black tuxedo, a few buttons on the top unbuttoned. (wink, wink)

To complete the look, my mom left and brought in a gold crown, which she placed carefully on my head. "YOU HAVE DANDRUFF!" She suddenly screamed, and a bunch of maids and butlers crashed into the room with hairsprays and all this stuff and I stared in amazement. "What the-" everyone plunged at my perfectly done hair, the butlers in a flurry, and the maids crying. I raised an eyebrow at them all. This was what I had to deal with for years...

Through the whole flurry of people, the door opened to reveal Utau. She had a serious expression, and she snarled when she spoke. "The guests have arrived," She said dryly. My mom spun around. "What? What about Ikuto's hair?" She yelled, rushing over to me. "But the guests!" She suddenly exclaimed, and ran to the door. "But the dand- "No need to fret, mother! Let's go down now," I suddenly interrupted, slightly embarrassed of what would happen if Utau found out I had a piece of dandruff. If she knew, I'd NEVER hear the end of it.

Utau raised a suspicious eyebrow but didn't speak, just let the queen and I exit the room.

When we finally made it to the main entrance, and when mom finally stopped bickering about every little detail about my hair, I was relieved to see the maids. In the front stood Amu-koi, and next to her stood a smiling Dia, bubbly Ran, a serious i-don't-want-to-be-here Miki, and Su. I raised an eyebrow at the fact Amu-koi had this twisted expression on her face. Like something was..wrong. I shook off that feeling and positioned myself next to the queen in front of the door. I snuck a glance at the old grandfather clock nearby and almost gasped when I saw the time. 4 o clock already? Where'd all the time go?

Finally the doors opened to reveal a bunch of bubbly, excited cute girls. "Ikuto~!" They all screamed when they finally saw me, like I was some type of movie star. They all bowed at my feet, and I glanced at my mom to see her reaction, but she was just beaming. "Thank you for attending Ikuto's birthday, my dear... friends," the queen cried happily. "Of course! You're welcome!" They all chorused, smiling eagerly at me. What creeps.

I had to admit, all of them were very pretty. Some had curly hair, heavy makeup, and big, poofy dresses while others had straight, long hair and thin, silky dresses. But none were as amazing as my Amu-koi! After scanning the whole crowd, though, only one girl completely caught my eye. She had long, straight brown hair, and green eyes. Her expression was serious, and she stared intently at me. She seemed a little...different from the rest of the excited, gung-ho girly girls.

When our eyes met she probably took that as a coo to speak. She swiftly walked over to me—more like danced- and looked up with her lips in a straight line. "I'm Pearlan," She introduced herself quietly, slightly bowing. I stared at her, dumbfounded by her calmness. "I'm- "I know who you are, dummy," She interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Why else would I have come to your party?" I bit back a curse word. This girl was feisty. "Anyway, though, it's not you I want. You're wayy out of my league," She added with a smirk. I smirked back. Maybe if I flirted a little, she might go away. Suddenly I purred, and leaned in closer to her face. "Oh, really?" I murmured quietly. She shivered a little at my hot breath, which pretty much all girls did-except Amu-koi, and stepped back. "Yep, really," She finally replied after recovering. "And don't try your stupid tricks on me, Ikuto. I'm not an idiot like pretty much the whole population of girls I came with," She continued coolly, examining her nails daintily.

I decided to drop my super hot act. "Then who?" I asked normally. Pearlan smirked and batted her long, thick lashes. "Is Nagihiko here, by chance?" She asked, a glint in her right eye.

Amu's POV:

As all the girls looked up and swooned at Ikuto, I couldn't help but feel left out here in the sidelines with the other maids. I looked at the other maids, but they had a welcoming smile on their lips. I tried to smile, too, but it probably ended up looking from a frown and a grimace mixed together.

Suddenly I noticed something. Where the hell was Rima?

All the girls were really pretty. It must've taken hours to get their hair so perfectly curled and their heavy makeup on just right. I sighed. If only I had heavy makeup and curled hair, and be a beautiful princess, maybe I could actually have a chance at Ikuto.

"What am I thinking?" I suddenly whispered out loud to myself. I liked life as it was now. When I could finally pay off my debt, then I'd be as free as a bird! I could explore the world in poverty! I shook out those 'dreams of being a princess' thoughts and focused on trying to smile again.

As I glanced over to see Ikuto, just to see what he was doing, and felt my heart fall. There he was. With another girl. That wasn't me. Those words swirled in my mind endlessly as I scanned over what was happening in panic before me.

There was a girl with beautifully straight chocolaty hair and a ton of mascara. She wore a satin blue dress that tugged tightly to her, and her lips were formed into a perfect straight line. And there Ikuto—THE IKUTO, bending closer and closer to her. She was staring into his eyes, not saying a word, and he was smirking.

As they shared their little moment I felt my body break. I knew it! Ikuto never had any interest me! He's just some dirty player! And HER! I glared jealously at the girl. She was absolutely beautiful. It was pretty obvious. And I was standing here next to a bunch of dinky servers while she probably lived the sweet life.

"Amu, you're face is red," a voice interrupted me. I snapped my head to see a concerned Dia. Dia shook her head. "Hormones, Amu. You need the right amount of radiance and composure to control them," She wisely stated. "And It'd prevent any little pimps on you're forehead," She added, looking me over like I was some animal. I quickly put a hand to my forehead, feeling my cheeks heat up. Luckily, I was saved by the old queen. "Hear me, Hear me!" She shouted over the girls, and they all turned to her. Then queen turned to me and the other maids. "And these are our hard workers!" She exclaimed, gesturing towards us. We all bowed, and the princesses grimaced at us in disgust. One of them giggled and whispered something to another princess, and soon they were both giggling. It was pretty obvious that they were talking about us, but when I glanced at everyone else, they looked normal, as if they were used to it. Ikuto had a pained expression on his face.

The old lady gestured us all to go to the party room, the guests first. As the girls passed us maids, they bumped into us with more force then necessary. I resisted from scowling, and glanced at the others. But Miki and them all looked like they could care less.

We walked through the halls toward the party room, and the girls smiled sweetly at Ikuto, but were all probably in their little brainless heads thinking of a plot to somehow get closer to Ikuto. Ikuto glanced back and looked at me, and flashed a smirk. One of the girls thought he was probably smirking at her, and suddenly shoved her way to the front to hold hands with Ikuto.

I rolled my eyes at all these wannabes. They were obviously not getting him anyway! Since he was going to get m-m-m-m-married tomorrow to some stupid high ranked princess.

We entered the party room, and I had to admit, it was amazing. There was a big space for dancing, and there was expensive looking food. There was a stage for who knows what, and best of all... "IKUTO!" the girls screamed idiotically. In front of us all, stood a white marble statue of Ikuto. "If only I had one of those in my room," giggled one of the girls that whispered earlier, winking. The others agreed enthusiastically.

Suddenly one of the girls stalked over to me, twirling her too-curled hair. She stopped in front of me and tilted her head as if I was the oddest thing she'd ever seen. "What?" I spat in an annoyed voice, and felt Miki's foot stomp on mine. "Do you want?" I suddenly finished as Miki's foot dug into my flats and making it's way into my skin.

"I just wanted to tell you that you're dress is GORGEOUS!" She squealed sarcastically, and I just glared back. Then she smirked. "It'd look great with the rest of the other peasants rags," she ended sweetly. "You- "Oh, I think I hear Ikuto calling my name! See ya later!" She waved, smiling, and turned her heels and stalked away. When she was out of earshot I started my rampage. "Who does she think she is?" I growled to Miki. "Just thinking she can walk up to someone and diss them!" Miki rolled her eyes. "That's life, Amu. That's life."

?'s POV:

I flattened out the wrinkles in my dress as the carriage hit a bump. The sun was setting, and it was almost nighttime. I turned to the boy next to me. His face looked like a million tiny sparkles shining in the sunlight. I wish I was that hot, dagnabbit! But of course I wouldn't admit it. "Sit up straight, pretty boy," I snapped, and he quickly shot up from his carriage seat and I laughed. My mother, on the other side, rolled her eyes, and my grandmother glared daggers at me. "Jerk," he muttered so quietly only I heard. I snickered. I wasn't usually in this good of a mood. Maybe I was just happy because I was going to see my prince charming? I giggled at the thought of it, and my siblings across from me exchanged confused looks. Probably thought I lost my mind, those nincompoops.

"Are we there yet?" My whiny sister whined as usual. Before my mom could respond, I responded for her. "Be patient, for goodness sake! Whine one more time and we might just have to throw you out!" I snapped at her, and she shrank back under my death glare. I turned to my grandmother for approval, but she just remained quiet. I huffed in annoyance. Why was I the only mature one here? My sister was a whiny pig, my brothers were complete idiots, and me? Well I was the only one who got the best grades, had good manners, acted most grown up, and knew what I was doing! Did I get any credit for it? Of course not! I never got any praise from anyone!

My grandmother could have at least given me a 'good job' for chewing my sister out! But noooooo nobody cares if I actually do my role as a princess! Everyone silently sat, except for my stupid hyper brother who was busily chatting to himself. Idiot. I just sat there, silently fuming.

It was quiet for the next few minutes, until something made me slap my forehead. "Are we there yet?"

Amu's POV:

As I babbled about those annoying princesses to Miki, the lights started to dim and heads started to turn. I followed everyone's gaze and saw a blob of purple hair under a black hat. Nagi?

Rima's POV: (a little before)

I put the hat on and huffed, scared. What if they regnonized me? What then? Make a run for it? Nagi stood next to me and his eyes met mine. "Everything's gonna be okay," He said, trying to sound reassuring. I rolled my eyes as I watched Nagi put on his costume. It was dark here, behind the curtains, but Nagi promised he'd hide me from them. He better.

Before I knew it I saw Nagi walk away. "Where are you going?" I snapped viciously. Nagi rolled his head back. "I need to do my job, too, Rima. I'm going out there to do what I do best—Act."

I sighed in boredom and shooed him away. "Hurry up at least.. it's boring here all alone." I couldn't believe I was actually saying that, but it was true. It was boring sitting around with nobody to talk to and nothing to do. He gave me an odd look and made his way towards the stage, and I sat on a leftover stool, bored.

The moment he left a strange girl with straight, brown hair appeared. She had a silky dress and a crown, so she was most likely a princess. "The backstage is off limits," I said in a monotone. The girl tilted her head a little. "Then why are you here?" She asked politely. "Because-" I paused, "that's none of your business!" I finally retorted. "And why are you here?" I added rudely. "the prince let me come here," she said, inviting herself to sit on a stool next to me. I huffed and scooted away, but she didn't seem to notice. The strange princess seemed different from the rest of Ikuto's fangirls. "What's your name?" I blurted curiously, looking her down. "Pearlan Jea," They girl answered oh so proudly. I rolled my eyes. "I'm Rima Mashiro," I said. "Rima.. that's a pretty name," Pearlan said, smiling. This girl must've been planning something, because nobody is naturally that sweet. "I know," I muttered, looking away.

It was quiet for a while, and when I snuck a glance at Pearlan she was dreamily looking at the ground. She was definatly a crazy Ikuto fangirl, that's for sure.

"Have you ever wanted," She suddenly said, "Have you ever wanted a boy of your dreams? One that was always there for you when you're alone, one that helped you when you couldn't get up yourself?" She suddenly asked. I raised an eyebrow at Pearlan. She was so...odd. But after reconsidering the question, only one name came to mind. Nagihiko. He helped me so much... like now. He was keeping me away, hidden, so I won't be noticed by the other princesses. It felt like a fairytale. But I still couldn't trust this girl with my feelings. "No," I finally answered. "Have you?"

Pearlan only smiled, and nodded happily. "He's my role model! I love him with all my heart!" She exclaimed, bubbling with excitement. After thinking of all the options of boys she could like, I came to the most obvious conclusion. Blehh. "Ikuto?" I moaned. And I thought this girl was different!

..."EWW NO!" Pearlan screeched, making me jump back a little. "Seriously?" I cried. Pearlan rolled her eyes, leaning back. "He's just a prince player who thinks he has all the girls. Well this gal isn't falling for it!" She said proudly, crossing her arms. My eyes widened. I was starting to like this girl. "I know right! I mean, what's so great about him? His hair is BLUE for god's sake!" I exclaimed, too. Pearlan smiled crookedly. "Right!"

Suddenly she spotted a manga next to my stool and her eyes widened. Is that 'Hikaru Old School (I own this :)) volume four?" She cried, grabbing for her heart. I took it and showed it to her. "Yeah, the new one," I said, the corner of my lips tugging into a smile. "I so wanted to read that! I'm such a big fan of the series!" She bubbly cried. Since when did princesses read gag mangas? Didn't they usually read those romance novels and all that crap? "You can borrow it if you want," I said slowly, carefully reading her expression. "Are you serious? I can't believe it!" Pearlan got up and hugged me—tight. "Don't you just love the part when Metu goes on a rampage in volume 2?" She exclaimed, and I felt a little giggle escape me. "That was so epic!" We both giggled, remembering what happened. As we talked about almost everything—Where Pearlan went to school, our favorites movies and mangas, and the funniest moments ever, I felt a little tiny smile creep into my mouth. I had a feeling we were going to be great friends.

After a while Pearlan had to go take her medicane, and she went outside, leaving me waiting for her return. Suddenly the lights dimmed, and I glanced around the curtain to see Nagihiko. A few girls from Ikuto's girl population that were crowding around Ikuto stopped and stared at Nagihiko, who just winked back. I scowled in disgust. Weren't those girls just hovering over Ikuto like hummingbirds, then all of a sudden spot Nagihiko and migrate over to him? It was sickening. For some reason, I felt myself fuming at the fact other girls got a front row seat to one of Nagihiko's famous shows while I just sat behind the curtains like a compete idiot. When I looked back at him, Nagihiko was looking down, tipping his hat on his head, and slow music started to begin. He walked across the stage rolling a luggage with a depressed expression on his pale, creamy looking face, and a few girls even started crying. What wimps.

He stopped at the end of the stage to think. "Why—why does it seem like girls don't get me? They only judge me by the looks, and my money. Why can't anyone see the real me?" He put a pout on his face. Now officially forty-seven percent of Ikuto's fangirls had scuddled over to Nagihiko. A bunch of girls were raising their hands screaming "I can see the real you! Pick me! Pick me!" Liars.

Nagihiko suddenly raised an AHA finger and smiled, flashing a row of shiny, white teeth. "I got it! Instead of wearing riches and gold, I'll dress like a hobo! Then that'll put people to the test!" He smiled a lot more jollily and ran across the stage, lugging his luggage with him.

As soon as he left, a girl with a beautiful red dress and curly orange locks stalked onto the stage. "I just can't wait to see Nagi! So hot! So rich! So perfect! And soon, his wealth will all be mine!" She smirked deviously, and grabbed a compact mirror our of her purse and put glossy lipstick on. "He should be here any minute now! Ohhh, all the shoes I'll be able to buy!" She looked up at the sky dreamily, then waited on the bench for Nagihiko.

Suddenly a scratchy voice came from nearby. "Duhhh!" Then came out Nagihiko with dark circles and a limp body. He had dirt in his hair and ripped clothes.

The woman stared at Nagi in shock. "N-n-n-n-n-n-NAGI!" She sputtered. Nagi smiled crookedly and limped over to the lady. "Heyyy, Maryann," He said coolly, lounging back in the bench. The girls in the crowd had their mouths wide open in shock, and Maryann wrinkled her nose. "Lost my wealth today, ha ha. It was fun while it lasted." he laughed hoarsely and the girls in the crowd frowned, probably saddened to see this side of Nagi.

But I thought different. Nagihiko still looked like the annoyingly sweet purple haired savior I met a long while ago. Even though he had dirt on his face, it was still shining to me. Even though his clothes were torn and worn, they looked like shining armor to me. And even though he wasn't as rich as he once was (in the play), he still seemed wealthy in kindness. I caught myself staring at him through the curtains with my face heating up slowly, and smacked myself. It was just a play, gosh!

"So... will you marry me? I may not have much money, but I can surely afford a place for us to live happily ever after." This earned many shaking heads of disapproval from the crowd. Nagi ignored them and got on one knee in front of the lady and opened a small case with a ring made out of vines and twigs. "Maryann Ann... will you marry me?"

SMACK!

Nagihiko looked up to see a disgusted face of Maryann. "No! Eww! Get away from me!" She spat, inching away from Nagi as if he were some disease. Nagihiko gave her a pained look and nodded, limping away.

Maryann brushed off her dress and stalked away off the stage, and the curtains closed for scene one. I twirled my hair in annoyance as I waited.

Suddenly I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulders and I squirmed like mad. "RIMA IT'S ME!" Nagi's voice hissed. I relaxed and snapped. "What!" He was panting and there was sweat running down his neck. "The actress in the next scene got food stuck up her nose and we need a new actress!" his breath was jagged. "And? Why are you here, then?" I asked quietly.

"Can you do it?"

"No." I instantly replied. He pouted. "Please Rima! PLEASE!" He was on his knees now, looking up at me. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Fine." He smiled widely and gave a script. "Remember as much as you can. If you don't remember a part, make it up," He quickly said as he left. I huffed and flipped open the packet, quickly scanning the words. I had a pretty good memory, since I was head maid and all.

The part I had to do was revolting. Actually liking Nagi. I'd rather be the girl that hated Nagi with all her heart now. No turning back, though, so I kept reading.

Finally I got called to put my costume on and the scene would start. I looked at my costume, which was a brown tablecloth and sweatdropped. What was this world coming to? I quickly put it on, then to shield my identity, I wore sunglasses and a brunette wig. With that, I went onstage. Ready to get this over with.

Ikuto's POV:

Song after song.. girl after girl... dance after dance... I looked down at the girl I was dancing with, who was beaming up at me. "H-h-hhi!" She exclaimed, flopping up and down, excited I was actually looking at her. "Hey," I muttered, waiting for the song to end.

Finally the song ended and the girl was pried away from me by a couple body guards. I turned around and held back a groan. Around forty-seven princesses stood behind me, ready for the next dance. I excused myself as composed as I could, and when nobody was in sight I dashed for my room. A part of me shouted "GET BACK THERE AND BE A MAN!" but another part screamed "GET AWAY! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" I decided to go with the second voice. As I rushed by, I suddenly spotted Amu.

I slowed down, and slowly followed her. She was walking quick. Why? I silently strided a few yards behind her, her not noticing. Finally she came to a stop, and entered through a door. I looked at the sign and sweatdropped. Was I really going to do this?

I opened the door and spotted her fixing her hair in the mirror, quietly singing "It's a small world". I stopped and listened for a little. Her voice was smooth. I just wanted to just scoop her up and run away from this screwed world, her singing that song with that melodic voice of hers the whole time. I walked closer, flashing my trademark smirk. Time for Ikuto to shine.

Amu's POV:

I fixed my tossled hair in the bathroom mirror, singing quietly one of my favorite tunes that listened to when I was a kid, "It's a Small World".

"It's a small world after all, it's a small world afterr all, it's a small world AFTER all, I forgot the rest..." As I began to start over and sing again, a glimpse of somebody in the mirror caught my eye.

"What the hell!" I gasped, spinning around to meet the one and only smirking Ikuto. "P-p-pervert! Don't you know how to knock?" He only leaned against the doorway, staring at me intensely. A little too intensely.

"Yes, I do, but I choose not to," He replied, shrugging, then frolicked up to me. I felt his cold breath against my neck, and suddenly my cheeks turned red. Damn. I looked like a tomato.

He suddenly held out a hand and slightly bowed. "May I have this dance?" He looked up with a flawless puppy dog face, but no doggy face is gonna fool me. Nuh uh, Amu knows what she's doing. She totally knows.

"No," I said as calmly and flatly, and went back to the mirror as if nothing happened, hoping he wouldn't see my red face. But due to my stupidity I was staring back at the mirror, and so was he. He hugged my waist and rested his (heavy, mind you -.-) head on my shoulder and sniffed my hair. "No isn't the right answer, Amu-koi. Did you forget? You work for me. I'm your boss. And I would like this dance." He looked into the mirror, examining my flushing face, amused. I couldn't move- and deep down, I didn't think I wanted to. I was under this stupid man's spell, and I wasn't able to escape. I closed my eyes and thought deep and hard.

"Amu, I need an answer," A soothing voice cooed in my ear, not sounding impatient at all.

"Fine, just one," I mustered, trying to sound as annoyed as I could. I wriggled out of his grasp, crossing my arms. He chuckled and put his hand on my waist, the other around my neck. I slowly relaxed as I looked into his eyes.. his goddamn sexy eyes...

Then he twirled me around as I felt my hair twirl too. The whole time our eyes locked. We danced, slowly, around the bathroom, not looking away from each other once. We didn't need music. Our eyes already sung for us.

Luckily nobody came in as we danced, cause we probably looked like retards. Doing the Waltz in a Girl's Public Bathroom? How romantic! We looked retarded Well... probably only I did, considering Ikuto was... he was amazing.

After dancing for what seemed like hours I told Ikuto my feet started to hurt and I needed a seat, so he lifted me and brought me to a stall silently. He locked the stall and I felt my face heat up again. "Wh-what are you doing?" I sputtered as he sat on the toilet seat.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna pee," He said sarcastically, and I almost believed him as I turned away, but instead I was pulled back until I was on his lap. I blushed furiously as h ran his fingers through my hair. He pulled a stray strand out and ate it.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, a little weirded out he ate my hair, but all he did was silence me with a kiss.

I pulled back a little, surprised by this sudden move and turned away a little, blushing. He smirked a little, a showed a row of shiny white teeth.

I bit my bottom lip, turning away for a little as I blushed. "Don't do it Amu, Don't do it Amu, Don't do it Amu..." A weak voice in my head whispered, but Ikuto's lips made me push that voice FARRR in the back of my head.

I turned back to him and crashed my lips into his. He looked surprised at first, but then relaxed and kissed back. He bit my lip in the process, and I couldn't scowl at him at the moment, considering he was biting my lip, but I DID give him a stare of annoyance, but he playfully winked back. I rolled my eyes but we kept kissing. We sat in that bathroom stall and kissed... and kissed... and kissed...

Cookie: FUCKING FINALLY!

Nagi: You finally updated after like a year! We're all so proud of you! :D

Cookie: Yeah you should be because I'm the laziest person you readers will ever meet! xD But I made this chappie extra long for you readers :)

NOTE: THERE WILL PROBABLY BE A PART 2 TO THIS CHAPPIE DONT WORRY. AND YES I WILL UPDATE MORE FREQUENTLY NOW THAT SCHOOL'S HERE AND I'M IN THE WRITING MOOD. YEEEEE (: AND GUESS WHATT? NEW DRAMA STORY COMING OUT! (: go look at my profile for more infoo and summary (:

Rima: Yeah you are. T_T

Cookie: Hey everyone, sorry if this chapter sucks xD I haven't been writing aNYTHING for about a year! But anyway, Thanks for everyone who reads this because I love you! I really do!

Ikuto: You're coming off as a pedofile.

Cookie: Anyway, uhh, Please, PLEASSEEEE review! There's a lot more drama and whatnot coming in the later chapters! Like murder and stuff :3 I'm getting excited to write noww! I want YOUR feedback! Not Ikuto's or Amu's feedback because their opinions SUCK!

Amu: gee thanks? I feel a whole lot better about myself

Cookie: You should since this is coming from the one and only Cookie :')

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