DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shugo Chara in any way, shape, or form. While I'm certainly able enough to think up these disclaimers, I can't keep up with all of Ikuto's perverted/sly remarks on my own.
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So… Most of my reviewers have agreed that they want more 'Amutoness' in the story. I think I can work with that…
Audience: Can't admit that you suck at this yet?
Me: Can't admit you're crazy about Tadase and since Ikuto won the love battle, he's free and you're too shy to approach him?
Audience: THAT WAS A SECRET! DON'T LET THE TADASE BASHERS EAT ME! B-Besides, were aren't even in the same fanfic or dimension…
Me: (waves hand) Like that matters! I'll cook up a side dish that should be done after this.
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Chapter 11: Early
Ikuto took a sideways glance at his currently not-so-cheery girlfriend. "Hey, are you going to be annoyed all through the rest of the day?" Another more urgent thought struck him. "Does this mean no taiyaki?" he whispered.
"Think about things more important than food!" she yelled back at him.
"Hinamori-san, do you have a question…?" the teacher trailed off.
Without realizing it until everyone else had, Amu had stood up and grabbed Ikuto's collar threateningly; her bag dangerously close to being smashed into his head.
"Yeah, Amu," Ikuto smirked. "Got something to say?"
Growling, she released him and turned to the confused instructor. "Yeah, I do! This is Communications class, right? I got something I want to communicate to this jerk!" Walking briskly to the front of the room, Amu addressed the women. "Tell me: how many of you let your boyfriend call you strange or something and let him get away with it?" There was an instant response that was very damaging to Ikuto's fan club.
"Amu!" Ikuto rose and went to where the pink haired girl was standing defiantly. "Why are you interrupting the class with this nonsense?"
"Because you're not the least bit sorry when you tease me! All you care about is whether or not I buy you freakin' taiyaki!" she blurted.
"That is…" He couldn't deny that taiyaki was something he liked to have on a daily basis. "It's not like you aren't important to me."
"Like that'll change my argument!" she quipped.
"What--I can't joke with you? You always get to accuse me of all these weird things and I don't think it's fair unless I can mess with you, too," he defended himself.
"That seems fair," the guys murmured to themselves.
"No, it's not!" Amu denied, whirling around to meet their gazes. "Even if I'm like this, I want him to treat me with respect--at least once! No conning me into saying stupid things or singing in front of crowds and especially no perverted antics! Two hours without any of that! Doesn't that seem doable, girls?!"
"YEAH!" they cheered, most of them standing up and catcalling.
"If that's how it goes, then I want two hours where you don't go around calling me names for all the world to hear," Ikuto demanded. "I want you to act like a girl: attire, make up, good manners--the whole shebang. Think that's too much?"
"You got a bet, stupid cat," Amu grinned, shaking his hand.
"Then it's settled, Ms. Pretty-Panties," he returned.
Amu was just about to strangle him when the teacher timidly interjected: "May I continue on with the lesson now…?"
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"Why would you do that!"
"If I didn't do something, I was going to explode!"
"That was so annoying and now I need to demean myself just prove you wrong!"
"Oh, 'demean'?" Amu scoffed. "You mean act like a gentleman?"
Ikuto glared at her. "You're telling me to abandon my natural personality."
"Same here, pal," she copied his eyes. "We'll just have to see who's best, huh?"
He tossed his bag over his shoulder and walked ahead of her. "I'm not kissing you until this whole stupid mess is over."
"That's too harsh!" she wailed, storming ahead to catch up to him.
However, in her hurry, she nearly tripped. Stumbling to get her balance back, she wandered to a stop, giving a sigh of relief that she hadn't made a real fool of herself.
"Amu!"
He emphasized my name again! That's so--! Wait. What's that sound?
Looking behind her, Amu's eyes were entranced by a pair of headlights.
Ah, it's just like that day. The one when all this started. Shouldn't I be moving? If my name hadn't been picked, would I even be here? Would I be in this same situation?
Is this Ikuto's, fate's, or my fault?
"Ikuto," she breathed before an angel took her.
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Amu opened her eyes, curious as to what Heaven looked like.
Much to her disappointment, it looked just like her ceiling.
"I thought it'd be a lot more open. I was looking forward the chance to walk on clouds, too," she pouted, sitting up.
Her hand brushed against something soft and upon further inspection, it turned out to be Ikuto's head.
"Why am I here? Ah! Damn it, did I go ghost and am now haunting my lost lover like I did in the dream?! Oh, if I was going to die, couldn't it have been later--when I won the bet! Jeez, you're so unfair, God!"
"So you wanted to die?" was Ikuto's take on it.
She blinked. "No! You died too when that car came and now I have to face your wrath for all eternity! Damn you to hell, stupid fate!"
"You're not dead!" he insisted roughly, shaking her shoulders. "Believe me. I made sure you didn't die."
Amu pointed at him. "So you were the angel?"
"Um, sure, you can say that."
"And angels are good beings that believe in the very best of situations."
"Pretty much."
"Which implies that they want to make humanity happy."
"Where are you going with this?"
Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, letting her flood of emotions pour into it.
"As the speaker for humanity, I'd like to tell you that kisses made people very happy indeed," she smiled.
"In that case, I'd be happy to oblige you," he countered, taking her face in his hand and claiming her lips.
They'd just touched when Amu's door was suddenly thrown open, startling the two on the bed to move far away from each other.
"Big sister! I'm home! We had so much fun--aren't I pretty?" Ami gushed.
Nobody involved in this shocking turn of events had any sense to admire the toddler's foreign clothes.
"Hey, who's he?" Ami said bluntly.
"U-Um, he's, uh, well, this guy, h-he--" Amu was cut off in her meaningless rambled by her mother--Midori--and father--Tsumugu--who decided to make their appearance. [[A/N: I think I got their names right…]]
"Amu! What's a boy doing here? Alone with you in your room with the door closed?" The flustered girl saw the gears turning in her mother's mind.
"N-No!" she burst out loudly. "It isn't like that, he just…"
Ikuto calmly got to his feet and walked over to Tsumugu, shaking his hand and saying plainly: "I'm Amu's boyfriend. It seems you've returned from your vacation early. How was Singapore? The airport suck?"
"No--on the contrary, this one was quite clean and we didn't lose our luggage at all," the older man replied breezily. "Even the airplane seats were comfy."
"What a score," the cat boy commented. "How very lucky."
"AAH! MY BABY GIRL'S BOYFRIEND?! NO, DON'T GROW UP, MY BABY SPARROW, AMU-CHAN! DON'T LEAVE YOUR FATHER IN THIS DECREPIT STATE!" he suddenly wailed, going to his knees.
"You were just sparkling a moment ago, so don't turn into an overdramatic, possessive, father so quickly!" Amu fired back.
"Amu-chan's really mean," he sniffed to her mother. "I like that guy better."
Ikuto blinked once, realizing he'd been addressed. He gave the couple a sweeping bow like he'd done with Amu before and said: "My name is Tsukiyomi Ikuto, and I would like your blessing."
"Hey, we're not getting married," Amu reminded him from the back of the room.
"Well, not yet. Didn't I tell you I was waiting to give you my proposal? How forgetful, Amu-koi," he scolded coyly.
Feeling her blush creep up at the realization that her parents(not to mention little sister) were witnessing them being so intimate made her scream:
"What have I told you about my name, huh, punk?! It's just 'Amu'! Amu! Amu! Amu! No special stress on it and no hidden intentions! Get it right, already, Ikuto!"
Tsumugu turned to his wife and sighed. "With chemistry like that, I can't deny their love."
Midori patted his shoulder comfortingly. "I know dear, but he seems like a nice boy. If you ask me, he sees quite caring about our little Amu-chan."
Maybe it was because they were older, but the two could easily pick out the kindness in the way Ikuto poked Amu's cheek to distract her so he could sweep her off her feet and into his arms.
"I told you, we aren't getting married!" Amu implored.
"Hmm? You seem pretty set on the topic of marriage. Will I have to speed up my proposal because you're just too impatient--as excited as a little kid going on the tea cups for the first time?" Ikuto chuckled.
"I'm too fed up to even play with you," she sighed, resting her head against his chest.
Much to her surprise, he laid her on her bed and made for the door. "I think I'll be going now, then. Night Amu, Hinamori family."
And with that, he departed. Amu couldn't help but sit bolt upright with shock when she heard the downstairs door open and close.
"We're going to get unpacked, Amu-chan. Good night," Midori said, Tsumugu and Ami following her when she left.
Only when her own door was shut and her lights were turned off did Amu finally remark: "That was much more disturbing than I thought his first regular exit would be."
"What? You don't like that I've proved I'm capable of coming and going in a normal fashion?" Ikuto teased from the other side of her room.
"Ikuto!" she gasped.
He rolled his eyes. "Like I'd leave you just because of a little obstacle like your family."
"Sorry they got in your way," she twitched.
"Aaw, did I make my princess unhappy?" he cooed, taking her in his arms and rocking to the side, causing them to fall on the bed together.
"Ikuto, I am not of any royal blood, therefore, I am not a princess. Do you comprehend my statement?" she asked crossly, though she cuddled closer to him, prepping herself for sleep.
"I comprehend it, alright." He kissed her forehead as her eyes began to close. "But that doesn't mean I believe it."
"I love you, cat-eared pervert."
"Love you too, flat-chested shortie."
"Good night, Ikuto-koi."
"See you in the morning, Amu-koi."
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(sigh) I can feel it in my fingers as they type--this story is coming to an end, my dear readers.
Audience: Argh, quit acting like an old woman!
Me: Respect your elders!
Audience: You are fifteen, goddamn it!
Me: Character Introduction Charms, Activate!!
Audience: …Huh?
(Tadase pops up)
Tadase: What am I…? Ah! (Rushes over to Audience) I've read all your ideas and I think they're just amazing! Would you like to accompany me for tea?
Audience: Amuto pwns Tadamu and any other couple in the world.
Me: Thank you. Now, go have fun before you choke on your gratefulness.
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