Shugo Chara

Be My Nurse

ShellyCullen: OMG!!! I just heard this book called Beautiful Creatures. I'm totally hooked on the summary. Recommended for Twilight lovers. 600 pages. Sounds like my kind of book!

Shelly: But I probably should be trying to promote my own writing rather than the writing of already happy and amazing published authors.

Ikuto: You're so pathetic you can only praise other writers.

Shelly: I'm sorry!!! I've been in a major, MAJOR writers block. I tried to take off time of my fanfiction so I could focus on my ACTUAL story...turns out, I'm stuck on everything!!!!

I'm reading this other authors books who take my breath away...I can't seem to grasp that lingering curiosity they stir up in you.

Fear not though! For I have decided I will try to take some writing classes over the summer. And of course I'm always looking for a good book to read. Maybe this will be my big break. Who knows? In a couple of years my name might actually be printed on the bindings of my very own novel!!!

Ahem. Sorry... Anyway, I'm talking to much. *Sweat drop.

Amu: Do we really have to put up the chapter? I mean-.

Shelly: *Smacks table with newspaper. No ruining anything on chapter!

Now, we should start, shouldn't we?

Chapter Ten:

Talking About J-O-B

Ikuto.

Probably a name that shouldn't concern me right now. Ikuto doesn't own me. He doesn't need to meddle in my business.

I smiled at the Tadase-kun as he led me down the road. We came into a small shop, where I saw another boy from my school. The resturant wasn't quite small; consisting of a tiny diner at the corner of the street. I took a breath, nervous.

"Tadase. Who's this you've brought with you?" The boy, I recognized as Kukai Souma, asked behind the counter in the usual waiter uniform. He took in my appearance. "Oh, I know you. Hinamori right?"

"Yes." I replied bolding. He'd no doubt heard those stupid rumors of my stuck up and bad ass profile. To think the lies High School can tie to your very own image.

"Well, this is a surprise. Nice to finally meet you." He quickly wiped his hands clean on the green apron he wore and shook my hand. "I'm sure someone like you will easily keep up. In fact, you wouldn't mind a little challenge, would you?" He asked, leaning over the counter top that stood between us. Before any witty answer left my mouth, someone whapped him on the head with a menu.

"Hey, don't scare away the trainy!" A girl with blond hair stored in pigtails scowled. Kukai laughed and rubbed his head.

"Sure, okay." He turned to me and made a gagging sound. I smiled as I struggled to hide my giggle. We'd get along just fine.

"Anyway. You are?" She demanded, placing the folders down and eyeing me. I felt myself threatened by this girl.

"Amu Hinamori." I replied coldly, keeping my image in check. Let Kukai confirm that old gossip.

"I'm sorry, Hoshina-san. I hope its alright. I invited Hinamori-san here to get a job." She now gave her attention to him, still as mad as she seemed to me. Now who was the wicked witch of the west?

"Tadase! Its clear that we don't need to pursue anymore help. There's us three." She stated matter-o-fact.

"But you just said-." Kukai was silenced when Hoshina stuck a fabric napkin in his mouth. She placed it in with French manicured nails and glared back at me.

"Well, do you have any experience in waiting tables?" Okay, I was a lost cause on that one, but I wouldn't let her win this fight.

"You tell me when they come up with a class for speaking to strangers and asking what they want." I replied as Kukai spit the fabric out and fell into hysterics while Tadase secretly smiled. Hoshina clearly didn't find my sense of humor as amusing.

"So that's a no." It wasn't a question. She assumed to much out of people, judging me like this. I met that dirty look.

"You can take that as my resume." I finished the conversation and grabbed an apron from a nearby hook. I fit it over my head and tied the back.

"All right! Welcome abroad, Hinamori. Glad you're on the team." Kukai cheered as Hoshina sighed, obviously frustrated. He came up, grabbed me by the waist and twirled me around in the air.

"I-I'm gonna fall." I countered as he settled me back onto the floor. Hoshina glared from me and Kukai a few times, before glowering at Tadase. Then she left the back room. Kukai smirked.

"You know what they say. If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen."

:9

"And what about your habits?" I was surely pushing my luck, asking all these questions to Ikuto at once. He sighed, shaking his head.

"I don't know." He replied, already bored and annoyed with the topic. I spun the pen in my hand.

"Ikuto, I need your help. I only have three questions answered on this sheet. I have seventeen more." I hoped he'd feel sympathy for me and answer the questions. He'd lay down back in bed.

"Maybe I'd cooperate if you'd have some fun now and then. Let's get out of this dump." He sighed as I shook my head.

"No way! Last time you escaped and left me on a huge wall, Nadeshiko scolded me and I was grounded at home for coming late!" I complained, refusing to let him out of my sight. He wasn't going anywhere. Ikuto rolled his eyes.

"So you're going to keep me here like a little test subject. That's original." He chuckled. The dark humor appeared to be light, but all I could feel was Ikuto's pain. Because, somewhere inside him, I knew this sickness was hurting him. Eating at his mind.

"Well..." I started, thinking of what I could do. I didn't want to hurt Ikuto anymore than he already was. "Maybe we could, uh, walk around the building. If you promise to stay by my side." I made the deal and questioned his response. He smirked.

"Didn't know you were so driven by my presence."

"I'm not you pervert!" I yelled, standing up and pulling Ikuto from the bed. "Where's your coat?" I demanded. I was NOT going to get in trouble this time.

"Here." Ikuto stated, opening a cabinet with his key and grabbing his jean jacket. Then he relocked the closest.

"Hey, Ikuto." I wondered, still staring at the storage space. It reminded me of the bag he had not too long ago.

"Yeah?" He asked, putting on the extra layer. I looked up at him, wondering if I was risking the trust he had in me and shook my head, looking away.

"Nevermind. Let's just go."

I lead the way out and kindly asked Nadeshiko if we could go on a stroll. After pleading and confirming I'd stick to him like glue, she allowed it. I was satisfied with myself when we finally left the regular white walls.

The sun shune brightly and the grass was much brighter than I'd anticipated. I loved the weather, a frequent breeze ruffling my hair and scrubs. Ikuto watched me as I watched him.

"What?" I asked, after staring at each other felt too awkward. Ikuto stared at me, watching quietly.

"Are you making sure I don't make a run for it, sherif?" He asked me in a western accent. I rolled my eyes.

"Knowing you, you would. Remember when I first met you? You completely played some cat trick and disappeared. I thought I was going to be fired!" I exclaimed as his eyes widened.

"Fired?" He tested the words.

"Yes, I didn't think you'd come back. I thought you were leaving and just would never be heard of. And then I would be out of a job..." The last part I muttered. I felt completely selfish, thinking that my job was more important than Ikuto's safety.

Ikuto wasn't paying attention now, crushing a crisp leaf in his hand from a tree's bark. His features were oddly grave, eyes focused on the plant.

"Ikuto, what's wrong?" I demanded, finding his sudden mood swing irking. Could this be a part of his sickness?

Ikuto was silent as he avoided my eyes. He turned the other way as I struggled to keep up with his long strides. When I grasped his shoulder, he shook it off.

"Ikuto! What's the matter?! Why are you acting so distant?" I called, facing him now. I held his face in my hands and forced him to look into my eyes. "What's wrong?" I demanded now. Ikuto closed his eyes and sighed. "Iku-!"

"A job!" Ikuto yelled and I could feel the trembles in his voice exploding from his mouth. I was confused for a second.

"What?" I whispered.

"You're doing this because of a job. I'm nothing other than your patient, right? And your just my nurse." He blew out angrily as I glared. This is what upset him?!

"Ikuto! You know that's not true!" I fought to make him understand. Ikuto wasn't just a test subject. He was a living, breathing person. Someone I cared about.

"Then why? What does it matter to you whether I live or die?!" He stared at me now, meeting my own eyes for the first time. They shimmered with anger and a sort of curiosity. I watched them cautiously, studying everything I could see through them. They were the only thing leading me to how Ikuto truely felt deep inside.

"Ikuto. I care about you, okay. I'm not your nurse because of this stupid job." I shook my head. "Why would you think I'd still be here if I didn't like you?" I asked, my hands still on either side of his face. He sighed now, relaxing, and layed his forehead onto mine.

"I'm sorry." He replied, shaking his head. I wound my arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to make you feel so miserable." I hesitated, my chin set onto his right shoulder. I had to know the truth. "Ikuto, are kisses really what's helping you through this?"

Ikuto didn't reply for some time, and when I tried to back up to see his expression, he wouldn't allow me. He kept me in a locked embrace as I waited patiently.

"Do you think...?" He started, and I looked down at the ground. He pulled me to face him now and I nodded.

"I'm...If it really helps you, Ikuto. I'll do it. If you...need it." I responded, swallowing. This was getting to be embarrassing. He was asking my permission to kiss me, and I was letting him. Of course, it was for the disease and illness built inside him somewhere.

He bent down slightly, cupping my cheek in his palm. My eyes widened and the sudden turn our little walk was taking. He started to lean down, when I nervously started talking.

"Y-Your parents, why did they give up?"

"I don't know." This didn't stop him.

"D-D-Don't you think its a little...wrong for a nurse and patient?!" I began as Ikuto stopped, thinking on this. Then a quick smirk appeared.

"Wrong as in what? Do you believe we're having some kind of love affair?" He snickered and I shook my head.

"N-No! Just, i-isn't this like, against the rules?" My eyes were shut tight as my body shook. Ikuto now held my chin up and studied my flushing face.

"Rules? We aren't doing anything wrong. Its just for...professional purposes." He added, letting out a heavy breath. I nodded.

"Professional...purp...oses?" I asked when his lips lightly brushed mine.

Ikuto's hands slid off my face as my eyes flew open. He collapsed onto the ground, heaving for breaths and clutching his head in pure agony. I stared in horror.

"IKUTO!"

Shelly: Drama, drama, and more drama! And OMG!!! I can't believe it! I got my lovey-dovey romance back!!! I got it back! Back! Back!

Ikuto: Your happy.

Amu: Too much...

Shelly: Hehehe. I can't believe what's happening! Poor Ikuto, and Amu. And looky! Utau's here!

Utau: Its about time.

Shelly: *Teary eyed.

Utau: *Stares.... Okay, what happened?

Ikuto: She's sensitive. Shelly, want a hug?

Shelly: Yes! But I think I want the next chapter more so if you agree, you WILL review! Sorry for the long waits. T-T

Shelly