Amu: 16

Ikuto: 19

Tadase: 17

Utau: 17

Aruto: 38

Souko: 34

Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara Peach Pit does.

.::. My Boyfriend's Brother Complex.::.

Amu was glad to be at school for some reason, even if she was a transfer to begin with. Avoiding Ikuto was definitely top list at the moment for her, ever since they came home late yesterday. During dinner, he'd stare at her. After showering he'd watch her walk in her room. When saying goodnight to the family even, he would watch her like a dog that looks over at its toy. Which makes sense because she felt like a toy around him. Nothing he does shows how much he is willing to toss away their neutral acquaintance for each other, and start to become friends.

Well no, she thought. Ever since yesterday he's become more of a stalker than acquaintances. Sure enough, it was better than enemies, but it could be improved by a whole different level. She knows that for sure.

Her classes were like back home, but the time factor was a different story altogether. There was more lunch time than classes.

Two hours at recess and three at lunch? How much does this school think we need for our breaks?

However, as the next day passed, she began to understand why.

On her second day of school, Amu had seven assignments that were due next week during homeroom. The moment the teacher had walked through those doors for first period, she instantly began talking about three assignments. And they were all but different.

Sports however, seemed to be easier than the rest. Of course, her favourite subject was sports, so why not enjoy the freedom? But that wasn't the only reason. There were no exams, no tests, no homework or theory lessons based on this topic, other than prac that ran through the whole day on Wednesday's and Friday's.

Her walk back to the Tsukiyomi's house felt a lot quicker then would she would have liked. Utau and Tadase had to stay back to complete a partner assignment that was supposed to be due in homeroom. However, with almost half of their class unable to finish it within that due date, their teacher extended it until closing time.

The sun was pretty hot, gently burning the naked skin. A light coat of sweat drizzled onto her skin, almost in an icky feeling she wanted to get rid of. The socks probably stink and she was in a need of a desperate shower. She hoped she could shower without the disturbance of Ikuto's content gaze.

As Amu rounded the corner of the street, she stopped mid walk and almost tripped at the sight in front of her. She could feel the unwanted confusion and something that could almost be realized as horror. She had to take a look back to realize this was the street the house was built in. Because even when the sun was hot, and a perfect day to wash a car, she didn't actually think a bunch of girls in bikinis would be lounging around on the doorstep, squealing.

She must be enduring too much sun, because she swore she saw Ikuto along with them, exposed chest and jeans and a hose in hand. The girls were all crowding around him, pushing out their bikini bra and sticking their assets in the air, as if to say the world can kiss it. One girl in particular with a pair of purple bikini's that didn't exactly cover much, began tracing her hands all over Ikuto's body.

A mix of emotions began clouding her mind. What type of feeling does she begin to describe? Horror was out of the question and she didn't feel embarrassed at what she saw. No, it was anger, betrayal and jealousy. Unexplainable to understand how she was feeling like this, but she couldn't deny that it was there.

Her body moved with her heart in control, the mind totally confused as to what to say or do. Her footsteps didn't make much nose and neither acknowledged her presence. Well, one sapphire eye hottie did, along with a pissed off looking purple bikini girl.

"Ugh, who invited the school kid? She's like, too young to even be walking around these streets." She fluttered her manicured fingernails with an almost disgusted look. "Run along little power-puff girl.

"Alisha," Ikuto said, eying the girl cautiously. "Don't be mean to my brother's girlfriend." That didn't change the look on Alisha's face however. She continued her scowl. "Amu," Ikuto purred, taking all of his attention to her. "You're early from school." She could count there were five girls in total, and the look they were giving were not very friendly.

She stopped a few feet away from the group, but if she only too one more step, she'd be close enough to slap one of the girls or two for Ikuto. "It's four o'clock."

"Exactly, too early to be home. Aren't you supposed to go somewhere or something?"

"Utau and Tadase are staying back. There was nothing for me to do at school around this time of day," she exclaimed, feeling annoyed by the second. The smirk that was printed on his face irritated her to the point where if looks could kill, he'd be drop dead to the dirt.

He sighed as though she was the one annoying him and flicked his wrist. "Whatever. Can you go and make me a drink? An ice coffee would do the trick." The girls giggled along beside him.

Amu only stood her ground, trying and failing to stand up strong. She sculled herself in the head for even trying to attempt being the one in control. She folded her arms as the heat began to get suddenly stronger. "No. Do it yourself."

The girls ohed at the sudden backchat. "What a rebel," a blonde said.

Ikuto rolled his eyes, but there was something about it Amu found that was off. "Fine. Go inside and do your homework or something." He gave a wink to one of the giggling girls. "I'm quite busy here and I don't want some kid interrupting me."

She could feel something shattering inside of her and almost gasped at the impact. This was not the Ikuto she hung out on Monday. This seemed to be the one she first met. The one that kissed her and blackmailed her to do all sorts of things. Just only recently did she start to grow fond of him. But now? It almost sounded like he didn't even know her.

Small pricks of tears began dancing on her eyes, but she didn't force them away. One of the girls, a red head in fact, spotted her tears and awed in her fake sympathy voice. "Naw Ikuto. Look what you did. You made the little girl cry."

"Ohmigod, it's true! Ikuto you are so bad."

"What a kid! But isn't she adorable like that?"

"I don't know why she's crying. He didn't say anything mean."

All of their words felt like a stab in the gut, over and over with every word they spoke. Her tears became thicker and a sob was rising in her chest. Her eyes however, locked only with Ikuto's. A smirk was still plastered around his mouth, his eyes digging into her soul as though exposing her to the world. More of her tears slid down her cheeks, and the sob she tried to force down stumbled back up. She sniffed once as her lip trembled, but never once did her expression quiver.

As she stood there getting laughed at for what felt like ages, Ikuto's expression slowly trembled, almost losing the smirk that felt snugly upon his face. His eyes became softer but the cold expression was still there, still burning her. Oh she wanted to wipe off that smirk. And with the very last power of her will she had, she did.

Two steps was all it took to get up close and personal in his bubble. She swung with all she had, as a slapping sound with wet and hot skin collided. The giggling stopped and so did the water that ran from the hose. Everything silenced on the front lawn of the house. All except Amu's cries.

She yelled in his face that didn't seem loud enough for her. "Who are you!" Those three words pulsed in Ikuto's mind, but she didn't stop there. "What have you done to the Ikuto I knew?" She broke off into a run before anything else happened, she nudged past him and slammed her way inside the house.

Ikuto stood there, fists clenched until the knuckles were white, teeth gritting until he felt like they were going to break, covered by a firm line of pressed lips. His eyes felt cold but at the same time, loose and weak to the point where something was going to release from them. The sting on his cheek was nothing compared to the breaking sound of his heart. Painfully priceless.

Alisha stepped forward and placed a hand on Ikuto's shoulder, his body going ridged under her unexpected touch. "Ikuto?"

He only faced away. "Leave. All of you." His voice was emotionless, deep but filled with emptiness. He knew better then to yell at them. The restraint in his voice was heard clear and crystal to their ears, as each girl walked away.

All except Alisha.

"Alisha," Ikuto muttered, refraining from running inside the house. "Please. Just go home."

But she just stood there, confusion written on her baby skin face. "So, who is the Ikuto she knew?" Ikuto didn't bother to answer any more questions. "It seemed like to me that acting like a jerk wasn't exactly how you and her became friends." If Ikuto could get surprised, his face didn't show it. "Well acquaintances anyways."

"What's your point?"

Alisha just scoffed at his brush off. "You changed jackass. The second the girls and I say hello to you, you hesitated and actually tell us to go home. I mean, fine, it's cool to brush us off. But the second that girl came into view—yes, I wasn't just ogling your pretty face—you became the playboy we all knew and used." She flicked her dark hair over her shoulders and began walking away. "Go make up with her already. It's pitiful just to watch you suffer like this."

This time, Ikuto's head jerked up and Alisha's retreating figure. He scoffed to himself and thought, since when were eighteen year olds mature?

"Oh yeah," Alisha called back. "I'm having my nineteenth party next week. You're invited and so is the kid."

"Amu," he whispered to no one in particular. "Her name is Amu."

A/N: Umm, hi? It's been...ages really. I cannot tell you how deeply sorry I am for neglecting my work and losing you guys. This year is so messed up, I tell ya. Christmas is in two days so busy, busy, busy time! So I guess it's all up to you if you want to stick around and find out what's going to happen.

Oh yeah, Vampheart9123 (those who know her) says she will post the next chapter today, if not tomorrow. Yeah I agree, we're a family of lateness. Honestly, it doesn't change.

Short chapter, I know. But I had to update something. Next chapter will definitely be longer!

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