-I do not own anything-

"Get on," On his black motorcycle, Ikuto extended his hand which held a navy blue helmet. They were in front of the modeling building.

"Are you serious?" Amu took the helmet, examining it carefully.

"I may not be a gentleman, but I am a man. I won't let a defenseless woman walk to her house alone in the dark just to get raped half way there," She could notice the irritation in his voice, opening her mouth to say something. She decided against it.

"Hinamori-san?" A familiar blonde came out of his white lamborguini.

"H-Hotori-san, what are you doing here?" Amu laughed nervously, clearly feeling Ikuto's glare towards the man.

"A friend of mine works here and said you needed a ride home," Tadase explained. Vexed by that voice, Ikuto wanted to rip his vocal cords out.

"I-I'm sorry, b-but I'm riding back w-with Ikuto," She apologized. Somehow after she said that, Tadase's smile seemed to dim.

"Then it's okay. If I bring you home, Tsukiyomi-san will be able to have more time with all those beautiful prostitutes. If you're not doing that, you are spitting some random words onto some paper and considering it a song," He turned his head toward the said man.

"Hotori-san," Amu's bangs fell in front of her eyes.

"Yes, Hinamori-san?" He looked at her, earning a painful slap to his cheek.

"You don't even know a thing about him much less listen to his music," She whispered but still audible to the three. "What gives you the right to make an accusation like that?"

"I…" He began, but there were no words that would help him. Wide eyed, Ikuto couldn't grasp what had just happened, but Amu pulled him back to reality.

She tugged on his sleeve. Understanding what she meant by that, he understood the motion. He regained his composure. Putting the helmet on, She sat behind him, embracing him.

"Be sure not to let go," He advised her. In response, she clung on tighter.

"Hinamori-san, wait!" Before Tadase could even touch her, Ikuto drove off.

"Where to?" The driver asked his passenger, earning no response. "Should I take you home?" He noticed she became tense. "Would you just like to drive around town then?" He came to that conclusion, easing her worries.

There was a comfortable silence that befell them. Amu felt safe with Ikuto at her side, leaning on his back. Ikuto was quite fond of the warmth that came from his back. After a few minutes of driving around, Amu calmed down.

"Hey, Ikuto?" She stared off into the city lights with her arms still wrapped around him.

"Yes," He answered, not turning his head from the street.

"I'm sorry about Hotori-san. He is not usually like that. I hope he didn't offend you in any way. All the things he said aren't true. The night of the day I accepted the offer I listened to your music. Your music touched my soul," Ikuto could feel the heat emitting from her face through his back. It was amazing that she didn't even stutter.

"Oh, really?" He couldn't help but tease her when she became like this. "How do you expect me to believe that?"

"M-My f-f-favorite s-song was Guardian Angel," Her nervousness was clear in her voice. She actually answered to his question so seriously.

"…"

"I-Ikuto?" She said his name a bit worried.

"HAHAHAHA!" His laughs could be heard to pedestrians and drivers everywhere in town. Amu's blush darkened to many shades of red, finally realizing he was playing with her.

"S-Stop laughing, Idiot! Y-Y-You need to focus on dr-driving !" She scolded him.

"Is that Tsukiyomi Ikuto?" One woman yelled, pointing at them.

"What are you crazy?" Her friend corrected her. "Ikuto-sama never laughs."

"Oh, you're right," The woman who had yelled sighed in dismay.

Unknown to the unofficial couple on the motorcycle, their two friends were nearby, seeing what happened.

"Look, Nagi, there's Ikuto and Amu," Kukai whispered to his friend.

"Idiot, Ikuto doesn't laugh that loud," The pianist whispered to him.

"Is there any other pink haired and blue haired couple in this world?" He exclaimed aloud.

"I don't have time for this. If I don't hurry up and find a present for my girlfriend, she'll be mad," The friend ignored him.

-In another place-

"Why is my Ikuto and that tramp together?!" A woman screeched through the phone, staring at the scene in front of her. It seemed like it was a scene straight from a drama.

"I couldn't stop them, I'm sorry," A man answered apologetically.

"I don't care, just remember what you have to do," She slammed her phone shut.

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