Morg: Heyo! So this is Amuto.

Ikuto: You covered that in the last chapter.

Amu: What are you getting at?

Morg: So I guess we need some Amuto moments.

Ikuto: Yes!

Amu: No, you don't have to!

Morg: Well, even though I don't own anything…

Ikuto: You can write this anyways. I give you my permission to write it.

Amu: I don't! I don't want any part of it.

~Killed With Kisses~

Although she was trying, Utau just wasn't that sneaky. Amu was waiting for her at the door as the blonde tried to stealthily walk down the hall towards the door. "Oh hey Amu."

"What's up Utau?"

The blonde swallowed before giving the girl she was currently living with a small grin. "Just, you know, going out for a walk or something."

The girl used to be good at lying. Back when she didn't care about hurting other people. Now, however, she was too conscious of the act and couldn't seem to master it as she once had. "I see. Am I invited or is this a private walk?"

The softest hint of pink colored the taller girl's cheeks. "I'm meeting someone."

"Kukai?"

There was that heat in her face again. Why did she always turn that shade of red when the energetic boy was mentioned? "Maybe. What's it matter to you?"

Sighing, Amu shoved herself off the doorframe she'd been leaning against. "Nothing, just wondering if you were going to be back for dinner or not."

Utau stole closer to the door as Amu moved further away from it. "Probably not. Kukai said something about getting ramen. Don't worry about us!"

The pinkette waved one hand over her head as her best friend bolted from her presence. Granted, Amu could be intimidating when she wanted to be, but the pressure she'd just put on her friend was only a light tease. Yet, the girl still sprinted from her presence. Sometimes she really hated not being human.

Kukai was waiting for the blonde at the gates leading out of the home Amu was staying behind. "Hey there! Ready to go?"

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Souma?"

The boyish grin covered his face as Kukai started off walking backwards so he could still see the girl he was hanging out with. "Of course it is! Ikuto and Amu definitely need to spend some time together!"

Giving in, Utau only grinned before she took off past the boy that was currently showing off. "Then let's get out of here before she figures out what we did!"

Only catching the end of the conversation, Ikuto could only wonder what Utau was talking about as he entered through the gate to Amu's apartment. He was told by Kukai that everyone was getting together for dinner and that he should head over there as soon as possible. Hence, Ikuto was showing up, though he wasn't sure why Utau and Kukai were leaving.

Amu was caught almost completely off guard when there was a suddenly a knock at her door. Utau had only just left and she'd been able to hear Kukai pick her up at the gate. There had been no warning that someone was approaching her door. With her guard up, Amu slowly opened the door. Not enough to let whoever it was in, but enough to see out without seeming like she was protecting herself. "I-Ikuto?"

"Yo."

"What are you doing here?"

One of his eyebrows disappeared up into his hair as Ikuto took in the sight of the confused girl in front of him. "What do you mean? Kukai said that I should come over tonight."

Her mind had already processed several possible scenarios that had put them in the situation they were currently in. However, for the sake of looking a tad bit dense, Amu feigned confusion. "Nobody is supposed to be coming over tonight. Utau and Kukai are going out together."

"Ah, that makes so much more sense now." Ikuto sighed as he leaned against the frame of the pinkette's door. No way was he leaving now that he was already all the way there. "So are you going to let me in?"

"W-why?"

A smirk quickly stole over his features until Ikuto could hardly contain himself. He leaned his face in a little closer so that his words would be a bit more intimate. "So we can spend some alone time together, of course."

Amu turned bright pink before she gripped the door harder. Her reaction was fake, certainly, but this was how she thought a girl would react to someone like Ikuto saying that to them. "That's alright. I'm a bit busy so you should just go home."

His smirk stayed strong as Ikuto leaned back again. "You'd send me home with an empty stomach? So harsh, Amu."

Actual shivers shot down her spine at the sound of her name. All of her reactions were always forced so why was it when he said her name she had a real one. "O-oh. I suppose I could fix you something quick."

As quick as she could, Amu fled from the doorway so that Ikuto couldn't catch her with his long arms. Touching was something he tended to do with her and at the moment her mind was trying to process why she'd reacted that way.

The boy was almost disappointed as he entered the apartment. She'd run like a mouse escaping a snake. Ikuto felt as if she saw him as a predator. Then again, the girl was pretty attractive. He'd tap that in a heartbeat. "So what are we having?"

Running over a mental list of all the ingredients she had in her little apartment, Amu looked for the easiest recipe she could make with the limited stuff she had. Several meals were out of the question until she settled on making a pizza. Why not? It'd be quick and easy. "How about pizza?"

"Only if I can help you make it."

That stunned the girl. She'd never pegged Ikuto as the cooking type. He just didn't seem like he cared enough to want to prepare his own food. More like the type to buy prepackaged food that was easy to eat. "Sure, I guess so. Wash your hands."

Doing as he was told, Ikuto ran the hot water over his hands before soaping up and cleaning his hands well. The soft cotton towel soaked all the water off his skin before he went to stand next to the pinkette. Watching as Amu pulled out different things that they'd need, Ikuto smirked. He watched for a few seconds as she stretched out her shorter body to reach the starch that sat on a higher self. Her fingers tips brushed the box but couldn't grasp it. Placing himself behind her, Ikuto reached over her to take the box in his hand and pulled it down to set it on the counter in front of her. To his delight, Amu blushed a deep red as she stared down at the box.

His body was so close to hers that she could feel his heat through his clothes and hers. He was the only human that was allowed to touch her. The soccer game hadn't counted, although Amu had done her best to not allow contact. At the moment, however, they weren't playing a game and yet her fake heart was beginning to beat faster. Disengaging was the best option so Amu maneuvered her way out of the arms that almost had her trapped against the counter. "Th-thanks."

For a moment, Ikuto only stared at the shorter girl before he shrugged and held up his hands. "I'm ready to help."

Amu instantly put Ikuto to work mixing the ingredients for the crust as she grabbed out the other stuff to use as toppings. Once he was done, she washed her own hands before digging into the dough like batter and folding it over and over until it was no longer sticky.

Ikuto watched her precise moves as she cooked. Amu might seem klutzy sometimes, but when the girl got started on a recipe she was as graceful as a ballet dancer. Her powerful strokes folded the dough over perfectly every time. Ikuto had to admit that it was sort of a turn on watching her work so hard to prepare him food. He could get used to this sort of life.

"Grab that pan and spray it with the nonstick spray. I'm going to put the dough on there in a second and then we'll add the sauce and the toppings. The oven is almost preheated."

Ikuto complied automatically with what she told him to do. Once again, he watched as Amu manhandled the dough as she laid it out on the pan and smoothed it so it covered everything. Quickly, they added the sauce and other toppings before sliding it into the oven and setting the timer.

"What now?"

Amu smiled up at the taller boy. He'd been a good helper while they made their dinner. "We wait for it to cook. So Ikuto, tell me about yourself."

Stalking the chair just like a big cat, Ikuto slinked over to the table and settled down. "Amu-chan wants to know about me? What do you want to know?"

The pinkette shrugged as she too moved to sit at her table. "Doesn't matter. What do you like to do in your free time?"

"Besides thinking about you?" He smirked as a blush covered her face. Man he was good at doing that to her. "I recently discovered that I like music. I also like walking around without going any one place in particular. What about you, Amu?"

Thinking hard, Amu decided to just be honest. "I don't really have something I do for fun. I cook and clean a lot. Utau complains that there isn't a speck of dust anywhere in the apartment. Apparently it is unnatural."

Ikuto let out a chuckle at that. "No hobbies at all?"

Thinking back on it, Amu smiled internally. How amusing it would be for her to just tell the boy before her that she had lethal kisses. He'd never believe her though. "I used to draw and sing but I don't really do much of that anymore."

"Oh, why not?"

Because I'm being chased by an organization that wants to use me to assassinate people. "I don't really have time for it anymore. I'm too busy cooking and then cleaning everything up. Utau and Kukai are keeping me on my toes."

Something about the way she said it made Ikuto think that he wasn't getting the whole truth. "You know, if we find something we love to do then we make time in our lives to do that thing. I like listening to music and going for walks so I listen to music while I'm walking. If you love to draw and sing then you should work them into your life. Sing while you cook or draw a picture of the mess you're about to clean."

Before Amu could respond the timer was beeping, signaling that their pizza was ready to come out of the oven. She quickly pulled it out and set it on the stove to let it cool for a moment before slicing it and serving it to the boy waiting at her table. "I know what you mean and I understand. I just don't like it when people hear me singing."

Chuckling once again, Ikuto scooped up his slice of the pizza and gave Amu a once over. "Maybe sometime I can help you get over that stage fright of yours."

With a small nod of her head, Amu bit into her own slice and tried not to think about why she felt so happy about Ikuto offering to spend more time with her.

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Morg: There you go! Amuto!

Ikuto: Not exactly what I wanted though.

Amu: This is a T story!

Morg: She's got a point.

Ikuto: You changed other T stories to M.

Amu: Not this one!

Morg: Yeah, this one will remain a T.

Ikuto: Stupid.

Amu: Yeah!

Morg: Review!