A/N: Kay, so I'm a lazy, butthurt author with the best readers she could ask for. Now that that is established, we shall move onto my apology: sorry guys, I wanted to upload around Thanksgiving, but I just never got around to it. And to add to that, the disclaimer I wrote below...has nothing to do with the time period. Just imagine your back in November and enjoy the chapter.


Mitsuki: Happy Thanksgiving everybody.

Ikuto: Look guys, she updated quicker than usual.

Amu: Yeah! Three months instead of six!

Mitsuki: Leave me alone guys; I have an excuse.

Ikuto: Being lazy, being fat, and being completely horrible to your readers. Your excuses are totally understandable.

Mitsuki: Shut up Ikuto! PEOPLE LOVE ME.

Ikuto: Yeah, non-existent people.

Mitsuki: ...That's true.

Amu: Mitsuki doesn't own Shugo Chara!


"Worst nightmare? You have got to be kidding me," Yamabuki Saaya called aloud, her voice practically scratching its way into Amu's eardrum.

"True." Amu admitted; a small, mischievous smile playing upon her lips. "That is a little far-fetched."

"So will you tell us honestly who you are?" Rikka inspected her nails and raised an eyebrow at the rosette, obviously giving the impression that she simply did not care (even though she was dying to figure out who could possibly be prettier than her).

"Yeah!"

"Tell us who you are!"

"I'm a student here..." Amu trailed off, her expression forming one of mock horror "Don't tell me that you've never even heard of me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who do you think you are?" A male student with spiked brown hair stood up and began to reach for the chair beneath him.

"You better not touch that chair." She sent him a hard glare, her fingers tapping at the edge of the mahogany podium. "Or I'll throw one at your head."

Immediately, the metal clang! of the chair hitting the ground echoed around the room and the sound surrounded the chattering students. For Amu, it was a sad sight to see; she could tell they were completely polarized and she knew the reasons why as well. Like her previous school, they just couldn't decide whether to hate the girl because she was disrupting something severely important to them or to just love her, while worshiping the very ground she walked on.

Finally, a student grew overly-excited and began to murmur, "She's so cool."

As the others began to buzz in agreement, Amu, once again, plastered on her twisted smile. She had to admit, she dearly missed this feeling of superiority; it was going to be such a shame to hide behind those hideous glasses again.

Amu sighed and straightened out her back. She had to snap out of this, this horrible thing was going to bring her back where she started. She absolutely did not want that year of pain and suffering to be destroyed just because she was a little power-hungry. Nu-uh, no way. But...

From the wings of the stage, Nikaidou could see his student at the border of what she claimed to be 'life' and 'death.' He sucked in a long breath and took quick steps outside. He could tell the rosette didn't remember why she was out there in the first place.

The moment Amu could feel Nikaidou's presence on the stage, she whipped her head around and gave him a hard glare. The orange-haired teacher brushed it off with a smile and passed the girl a bright yellow sticky note that he had in his palm. As her eyes scanned over the note, she began to squint in an attempt to burn the paper with her imaginary eye beams.

"There's no way this is coming out of my mouth!" Amu whispered fiercely.

"Would you rather go back to being a first-year? I mean, either way, we're going to have uniforms and you can wear it for three years instead of two."

Amu grunted and shooed the teacher off the stage before turning back to the audience. Amu cleared her throat and leaned closer to the microphone. "Anyway, before you pigs stop listening and start throwing your chairs and shoes, it has been confirmed that uniforms will become mandatory in this school."

"What?"

"You have got to be kidding me."

The rosette paused to let the moans and complaints subside. However, when she realized that the other students would probably never quiet down, she fisted the head of the microphone in her palm. The loud screech pierced through the ears of the students.

"Shut up and listen to me before I throw my chair at you," Amu said in a clear voice, finally letting go. "The principal and the teachers have decided that student measurements...will be taken tomorrow during physical education..." Amu began to quiet down. "To assure that no students walk around in severely tight clothes or loose clothes..."

"Excuse me?!"

"What the hell is this principal running? A military school?"

"Gosh, we're only 16!"

"This is against the law!"

Amu inhaled a deep breath and barked into the microphone. "Look! You guys better show up tomorrow and take the damn measurements, before I freak out and suggest that everyone should have similar bowl-cuts too!"

Upon hearing those horrible words, all the students shut up and sat down quietly in their seats. Well, all the students who actually had seats.

~ After the Massacre of Flying Chairs ~

Once the lunch bell rung, the rosette walked down the crowded hall, making sure her pink hair was tightly secured under her hat.

"Wasn't she so cool?"

"And pretty!"

"Man, I could feel my heart pounding."

"Because she was pretty?"

"The way she shouted at everybody despite the fact that they could throw chairs..."

"Oh gosh, she was pretty."

Amu chuckled to herself and made quiet steps to her classroom. Once she opened the door, she could hear Saaya's cackle:

"That girl on the stage? Of course she was cool!"

"And why was she so cool, Saaya-sama? Why?" Fuuka and Yuuka, two girls who were completely entranced with Saaya, asked.

"Because she's my darling cousin of course!"

Amu choked on her spit and began to cough dramatically as the words let the red-head's mouth. Once she noticed that several students were beginning to stare at her, Amu quickly walked down to her seat and pretended to stare outside the window.

"Your cousin, Saaya?" Kukai asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, Kukai-kun! My darling cousin that flew all the way here from the Bahamas! She and Nikaidou-sensei have quite the relationship."

Amu managed to choke down her laughter so several trembles.

"Relationship with Nikaidou?" Rima murmured, her eyes fixated on Amu. "What do you mean?"

"Well, if you must know Rima-chan, my cousin and Nikaidou-sensei are like this." The red-head lifted up a single pinky.

It was all Amu could do not to laugh uncontrollably.

"But Yamabuki-san, Nikadou's married to another school teacher."

Saaya's cheeks began to redden. "You guys have to keep this a secret then, because I once caught my cousin and Nikaidou-sensei..kissing."

Amu promptly stood up and left the room.

~ Leaving THAT Little Manifest ~

Ikuto let a small sigh escape his lips. Ever since the assembly ended, he wasn't able to even catch a glimpse of Amu, which was something he hated far worse than running into Saaya.

"Brother dear, do me a favor and get out of my sight." Utau dropped a cartoon of milk on his desk. "Your depression is ruining my chi."

"Well, excuse me," he muttered in a bitter tone.

"Your excused." The blonde waved him off. "Now go somewhere else."

Ikuto sighed once more and stood up from his chair. He grabbed the milk carton and slowly tossed it in the air. "Fine, I'll leave. Hope your chi is happy."

"Oh, it is." She smiled. "Bye-bye."

The blue-haired teen rolled his eyes and walked out of the classroom, the milk carton still in his hand. He muttered incoherent words to himself and began to step towards Amu's classroom, just so he could see her face.

However, to his utter dismay, she was not there and Saaya was spouting complete nonsense about Nikaidou and Amu's relationship. Gosh, how he really hated her at this very moment.

"Damn it, Amu." His eyebrows creased in frustration. "At least tell me where you always go during lunch."

As his thoughts began to wander elsewhere, he suddenly realized that she had told him. Just a few days ago too.

~ COME TO ME AMU ~

Amu shimmied out of her large t-shirt, placed it on the glass table in front of her, and quietly took a seat at the round table. She didn't know why, but coming to the Royal Garden had always relaxed her. The breathless surrounding of the trees and sky enveloped her in an air of peace.

"Amu."

But of course, that peace didn't always last.

"Ikuto!" Amu shouted aloud, placing her glasses on the table. "What are you doing here?"

The teenager gave her a quirky smile and pulled out an elegant white chair. As he began to sit down, he raised up his pinky. "I just had to make sure that you and Nikaidou aren't like this."

Amu giggled and gave him a playful smirk. "Ikuto, you're not supposed to know."

"I found out from Saaya."

The rosette sat down and let her grin widen even further. "I heard too, I swear I was going to rip off my hat and use it to cover my mouth. I was positively going to die from laughing."

Ikuto feigned worry. "But, it's not true right? I heard from several other students that whatever Saaya says comes true."

"Then wouldn't that mean you're going to have a wedding with Saaya sometime soon?"

He frowned. "Oh God, I completely forgot about that."

"How could you forget?" Amu rested her head against the palm of her hand. "I was there too."

Ikuto sighed and played with Amu's glasses. "Enough of this, one more word about Saaya and I feel like I'll go back to my stupid depression."

Amu leaned over to Ikuto and let her face hover above his. "I was kidding." She inched in a little closer and let her lips touch his. "Feel better?"

The blue-haired teen nodded quietly and grabbed onto Amu's hand. "You looked kind of cool on stage today."

"Probably because I had a burning desire to murder Nikaidou."

"Don't you always have that desire?"

Amu shot him a look. "I wouldn't say always..."

"Basically, every time he makes you do something you don't want then."

"Pretty much."

"So always?

"...Yeah."

Ikuto chuckled and let his body relax in the white chair. He let his hands softly weave its way around Amu's small fingers. "Are you going to think of something for tomorrow?"

Amu glanced at him, her eyes brimming with curiosity. "What's happening tomorrow?"

"The taking of your wonderful, practically fantastic, measurements."

The rosette groaned and covered her eyes with her hands. "Oh my gosh, what do I do?"

"You can always take your measurements normally," Ikuto suggested.

"If I could, I would." Amu sighed and mumbled silently, "I'm probably going to be grouped with the girls in our class; and if that happens, Saaya will never let me out of her sight."

"So she finds out you have a pretty slim body, what the hell is she going to do about it?" Ikuto tried his best to soothe his panicking girlfriend.

"Everything she can." Amu groaned loudly and kicked the air with her feet in a temper-tantrum. "Why couldn't I have been born a guy?"

"Well, because if I was dating a guy..." Ikuto trailed off, trying his best to find the right words to fit into his mouth. "It'd be completely creepy."

Amu broke out into a smile and giggled. "Okay, so there are positive sides to being a girl."

"Yeah, please don't say that you wish that you were a guy in front of me," Ikuto almost pleaded, feeling quite joyful that Amu was feeling a little better. "You'll give me complexity issues."

Amu's bright laughter echoed off the glass walls as she bent down, feeling her shoulders shaking up and down. Once her laughter (as well as the pain in her stomach from laughing too hard) began to subside, she looked at Ikuto and said, "Well, for the measurements...I guess I'll figure something out when I go home."

Ikuto squeezed her hand gently. "Good luck then."


Mitsuki: I was meant to upload this chapter around...Thanksgiving? BUT MERRY CHRISTMAS INSTEAD.

Ikuto: Horrible...

Mitsuki: Oh shut up, you try being me one day and actually updating something on time.

Ikuto: No problem.

Amu: Ikuto, not again.

Mitsuki: Oh my gosh, please don't pretend to be me again.

Ikuto: Oh my gosh, please don't pretend to be me again.

Mitsuki: Urgh, I'm going to bury you.

Ikuto: Urgh, I'm going to bury you.

Mitsuki: Oh well, you know what? FU-

Amu: Please review.

Ikuto: Oh well, you know what? FU-

Amu: Ikuto!


A/N: Yeah...another one. BUT, this one is to say that I really wanted to extend this chapter and actually add the measurement scene in. However, if I tried to do that, I swear to someone that I would never update until next summer. So, I'm super sorry to my lovely reviewers. THANK YOU GUYS FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME. I love you all from the bottom of my freakin' non-existent heart.