I know it's been a while since I've updated this fanfict and I can only hope my supporters have not abandoned all hope for this story. Please enjoy and I hope to update within the next week or two or until I'm free. I'm promising that I'll try from keeping my readers disappointed. Please have faith in me guys.

~AmutoSavior283

Ikuto's Pov

When I didn't answer within a sufficient amount of time, a loud sighed projected through the intercom.

"Must you always be so difficult *dragi," she questioned seductively. "Only you would play hard to get, well, to capture my dragi. Wouldn't you?" She said coyly.

Her breath came in puffs through the large microphone and once I didn't respond, the line only grew longer, so, my best bet was to answer or get the hell at of there. Also, I could tell Lulu began to grow impatient as her nails tapped against the hard surface rhythmically.

"Well," she groaned, "If you won't even humor me a greeting or conversation, I have three options," she breathed nasally. "One: I can tell father where you're located, Two: I can bribe local law enforcements for your living quarters, job and other important locations, or three," she paused slightly. "I can take a break and you will talk to me."

I groaned loudly, slightly allowing it to subside into a hiss. "Fine. Take a break and I'll be in the parking lot." I growled hotly.

Eternity seemed to pass as I pulled into a parking space, killed the engine and sat patiently for the bitch of all time to arrive. I sighed, throwing my head against the leather seat of the black Escalade. Why? Why, I thought sourly. My past had to come up at all of times, a CERTAIN past had to catch up with me at this specific timing. If she's here, then they're all here, I thought. At least I've gotten this bit of information from the dramatic event to come. My thoughts were soon interrupted by the 'clicking' of heels and the swaying of hits reflected in the car mirrors. I groaned, covering my eyes with the palm of my hand. SO NOT sexy like my sweet innocent Amu. I'd given anything to be with her instead of with Lulu, well not anything, well you know what I mean.

Blonde strands of hair tickled my nose as I look over to see Lulu's form leaning against the driver's door, face laying on the rolled down window. Her blue eyes held a seductive gleam, playfulness and mischief clouding them as well.

"Ikuto-koi my dragi," she whispered, an unreadable emotion now filling her eyes. Well, not unreadable, just unwanted for me. "I've waited so long to see, no mine eyes nay not play tricks do they?"

I only looked at her with a bored expression. She stared with bright eyes before inviting herself into my car. Once she plopped herself onto a leather seat, she tilted her head towards me.

"There's a lot to speak of with you," she said matter of factly. Before I could contradict her, she mashed her finger against my lips. "Sssshhh, my dragi, our past is not my concern, it is our fathers I'm more worried about as of now." I gave her a baffled look and she sighed, shutting her eyes, then reopening them once again. "This will be a long conversation," she paused slightly as if to make sure I grasped this information. I pushed her finger away before nodding slightly for her to continue. "Are you willing to sit and listen?" She finished in a question which unusual since she hardly ever asks, she demands. "Fine by me," I answer confidently.

"Well then….." Lulu starts.

- Ӝ-

Normal Pov

Amu moaned lowly before forcing herself to stumble from beneath the covers. She manages to trudge herself downstairs to see the note Ikuto left on the kitchen island.

'I'll be back with lunch, hang tight. Love, Ikuto .' It read.

Sighing, Amu allows her legs to lead her to the living room couch. 'Hopefully he'll come back soon, she thought hungrily. I hungry in both ways.' Her body slouches on the couch as her mind drifts into a blissful slumber once again. She dreams of Ikuto and their possible future together.

As she slumbers an unknown and unwanted visitor slips through an open window. As cautious as her vampiric boyfriend was, he left a vulnerable entry point open and unlocked. The visitor hastily invites himself in, dusting off his once crisply ironed suit as close to its original cleanest as possible.

"It seems my years have dulled my ability to enter in a more orderly fashion, but as long as I complete my objection at hand, it shant matter to methods leading to the event." The deep voice scolded himself slightly. "Now the person of the hour is where I wonder?" He questioned no one.

Walking through what he thought to be a kitchen, he traveled through the first level until he found his main prize.

"Now we're talking money!" The male praised himself victoriously. He walks over to the pinkette and cradles her into his chest before throwing her over his shoulder.

"Sorry for not having anything more special dear, but you'll be a doll anyways won't you dear?" He groaned while preforming the action. "Now to have you acquainted at my place for the time being," he said to her uselessly since she was, after all, unconscious. "Let's call it a vacation from your dear Ikuto, a short vacation I believe." It chuckled darkly.

Instead of leaving a note, he merely pricks his finger against a wooden slinter before rubbing his bleeding wound against the nearest wall. As he walks away, it forms into to several cobalt symbols. He leaves through the front door, not bother to lock it after himself, but closes the house and an unintentional hint behind gently. A cobalt, violet strand litters the cream carpet.

-Ӝ-

"What are you talking about?!" Ikuto yells at Lulu ferociously. She whimpers and cowers slightly.

"It's the truth, I have no reason to lie. You must hurry, they may already know where she lives!" Lulu countered in desperation. "If I couldn't make you happy then I support the one who can. After all, that's what you do for the one you love." She said emotionally. I sigh and try to clear my head.

"Thank you Lulu, I truly appreciate this." I look at her thankfully while she flusters greatly. "It's not a problem, I've got to return to work now, so…., see later?" She seems hopeful. "Maybe," I respond.

As she saunters back to work, I focus my attention on protecting my precious pinkette and review what Lulu has informed me with. Our fathers didn't agree that I, the true blooded prince of vampires has intentionally courted a human. So when I refused to court and betroth Lulu they became furious and devised a plan to end or alter the fate and future of Amu and I. It appears as though some vampires approve or tolerate my choice and are accepting my freedom to choose who I court, while some few wish not to tolerate my so found freedom. One of my supporters is my mother, who informed Lulu so she could tell me. Surprisingly another is my grandmother on my father's side who hates my guts 24/7.

"Amu I'm coming for you."

Speeding like a bomb is following me, I race the Escalade home to Amu's house. I'm relieved when everything appears normal. My shoulder relax and my quickened breath and accelerating heart beat slighten in pace. As I reach for the knob and twist it into the wondrous place I believed to be holding my princess, I freeze at the scene awaiting me.

Pink strands surrounding a single purple like strand ly near the living room entrance. A familiar symbol mocks me as I stare at it in horror.

-Ӝ-

*dragi- Romanian for dear or dearest

Zyonne: Not too bad for not updating in like two years?

Amu: Sure, but why after your writer's block am I kidnapped?

Zyonne: To grab attention, why else?

Amu: Uggh, whateva'

Ikuto: She said it!