Authors Note: I apologize about the long wait for an update! I've finally graduated college and have a steady job so I can update regularly now. Hope you enjoy this next, re-edited chapter of Wildflower Reborn. I do not own shugo chara or any of its characters.

Wildflower Reborn

Its Personal

Amu rolled her eyes in vexation, she could feel her composure slipping as the seconds passed. This man was not the first to act so forward with her. Fortunately, she knew just how to deal with a man like him. She didn't care if he was the owner or not, she'd be damned before allowing some asshole to harass her at work. With haste, Amu silently walked to the other side of the table and proceeded to take Kukai's drink order. The rest of Ikuto's friends took note of the waitresses clever move to ignore Ikuto and proceed to snicker.

To say Ikuto was shocked was an understatement. Sure he had been politely turned down by women before but never had a women straight up ignore him before. Especially in front of his closest friends. 'She wasn't even discreet in turning me down. What the hell is wrong with her?' Ikuto contemplated. Amu went to each of his friends and took their orders, meanwhile ikuto attempted to heal his battered ego.

Once Amu completed her task of taking everyone's order, she mentally prepared herself to return to the pest of a club owner. Walking back to Ikuto, Amu released a sigh that made her wince from the pain in her side.. "Now, is there anything food related that you would like sir? And no I am not on the menu, so do us both a favor and please don't ask." Amu said in a firm voice, still attempting at politeness.

Not knowing how to respond, Ikuto simply glanced at his menu and ordered the spinach and artichoke dip. Amu jotted down the order and looked back at the group. "Alright I will have your orders out as soon as possible. If you'll excuse me." Amu explained before collecting the menus from the table and walking away. She prayed that she was at least concealing her limp while she walked away. "Stupid heels aren't helping my ankle at all" she muttered to herself as she make her way to the bar.


"She just made things more interesting." Ikuto muttered to himself as the feisty waitress walked away. 'If she wants to play hard to get then I'm just going to have to put a bit more effort into this. That's alright, I like a challenge.' Ikuto chuckled to himself while allowing his eyes to follow the pink haired beauty. He was slightly concerned to notice the young lady limping just a bit. 'Must be the heels.' he explained it away as he resumed talking with his friends.

Amu handed her drink orders to the bartender and waited for him to make her beverages. After a few minutes the drinks were done and Amu sauntered back over to Ikuto's table. She distributed all the drinks to the men there and saved the cranberry and vodka for last. Amu placed the drink down in front of Ikuto before she began to tune away. She was quickly stopped by Ikuto who pulled her swiftly on to his lap.

"OW, Stop!" accidently exclaimed. The sharp movement sent searing pain up her side where her foster mother had previously kicked her. Ikuto stopped pulling immediately, noticing she looked to be in actual pain, but didn't let her off his lap. Amu was stunned by the nerve of the man who was unfortunately under her. She regain her composure with a few breaths and managed to stay calm.

She attempted to escape his steel grip but it was useless, she was stuck on his lap. The more she moved the more it hurt. 'This is just ridiculous, this dude has it coming to him.' Amu thought to herself, whilst giving Ikuto a glare that could kill.

"Hey Ikuto just let her go, she looks like she doesn't appreciate being manhandled." The guy with long purple hair interjected from across the table. Ikuto ignored his friend's warning and continued to stared at the glaring girl. After a few moments of useless struggling, Amu decided that enough was enough.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what town you come from where it's okay to put your hands on a woman. Especially without her permission, but you need to get your hand off me right now. I don't care if you are the bloody owner of this shit hole. You're lucky I don't have you charged for sexual harassment. So unless you want a lawsuit, I suggest you let me go and I'll find you another server." she said with a fire in her voice. Amu could feel her blood boiling and she knew she needed to leave before said something that could make her lose her job.

The entire table that was once filled with light chatter had gone completely silent. Ikuto was flabbergasted, no one had ever spoke to him like that let alone threaten him. After a moment, Ikuto recovered and turned to look at the defiant girl. "Um, I don't think so. Seeing as you work here as a waitress I highly doubt you could afford a lawyer as good as mine and frankly you are lucky i'm a kind guy or i'd have you fired for threatening me with a lawsuit." Ikuto replied, knowing full well he sounded like a dickhead with every word he said.

"How fuckin' dare you! Kind guy my ass, you sack of shit! Just you wait. I'm drag your ass to the cleaners. You think the media wouldn't love to run with the headlines of Club Owner Sexually and Verbally Harasses Young Waitress?" Amu began to rise her voice, she was starting to draw attention from the other tables around the club. Ikuto was feeling just a bit nervous now but covered it up with a smirk. 'Ikuto, you need to reign this back in and keep her from making a scene.' he thought to himself, noticing bystanders now looking at his table.

"You really don't know who I am?" Ikuto asked with what he hoped was more sincerity in his voice. Amu gritted her teeth and replied. " You're the useless club owner who occasionally comes by to check that you're still making money."

Ikuto chuckled lightly to himself. This girl didn't seem to know who he was and he was going to use this to his advantage. She thought he was just some lousy club owner. 'Little does she know i'm the heir of Tsukiyomi Inc. and the clubs owner.' Ikuto sighed as he finally released his hold on the girl before leaning back in the booth.

Amu immediately moved off his lap and was about to run back into the kitchen area but was stopped when Ikuto started speaking again. "Go get your manager and tell him I want to talk." Ikuto demanded, taking a sip of his drink that was now slightly watery from sitting so long.

'Shit, I am going to get fired i can't lose this job. I need it to leave my foster parents.' Amu though defeated as she nodded and walked away from the table. 'I wasn't trying to threaten him but he was being way too damn touchy, and that's saying something coming from a person who deals with abuse.' Amu mused as she found her manage in the kitchen.

"Hey boss, um we have a slight situation." Amu explained nervously to her boss, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. "What happened Amu? What's wrong? Is alright? " her boss grilled her. "I may or may not have threatened him." she replied quietly while looking at the floor. "You wha-!" Her manager started before she cut him off. "Please let me explain Sir! The owner was harassing me. I didn't know what to do. He is worse than the drunk guys we get on New Year's!" Amu said defensively yet still bowing low to her boss. She still needed to keep her job and if she begged enough then maybe she wouldn't fire her.

With a heavy sigh, her manager shook his head before maneuvering around her. "Stay here and I'll try to smooth things over. I'll be right back." Her manager said over his shoulder. Amu watched from the kitchen window as her manager walked over to the large group.

This wasn't the first time Ikuto had called the manager over when he visited his club, usually he would ask him to fire some girls or bartenders that didn't please him. "Good evening Ikuto-sama. What seems to be the problem?" The manager asked in a calm and pleasant tone.

"That waitress of your has a mouth on her, not something i'm used to i'll admit." Ikuto replied chuckling to himself, picking up his cranberry vodka and taking a sip. The manager apologized on his waitresses behalf and promised to have Amu reprimanded. "I'm not paying you to run an establishment where your staff is disrespectful." Ikuto said as he thought back to the pink hairs woman's tone. With a shake of his head, Ikuto looked back at the manager who stood with a blank face silently until Ikuto had finished.

"Sir, I will get you another server but I would like to mention for the future that we do have a no harassment policy toward our staff that was put in place by you yourself when you bought this place. If I recall correctly you brought your mother here to show her the club, and you told her that you hated nothing more than a man who couldn't keep his hands to himself." The club manager quickly said as he took in Ikuto's friends staring at ikuto in amusement. The blue haired man glared at him and huffed to himself for a moment.

" Yes I recall. Now just do me a favor and ask Ms. smartmouth to accompany me tonight. Let her have the night off. She is going to join us tonight." Ikuto ordered and the night manager simply sighed and went to get Amu.

Aum saw her manager walking back towards the kitchen. While mentally preparing to get fired, Amu was surprised when her manager walked in and told her she to take the night off to accompany the club owner. "Sir! Please don't make me, I really don't want to go with him." Amu begged her boss. He apologized to her and explained that if they both wanted to keep their jobs that she needed to go. "If things get out of hand come get me and I'll make some phone calls, but I highly doubt Mr. Tsukiyomi will do anything to disrespectful."

Amu resigned to the fact that she would have to remain polite and do as she was told if she wanted to keep her job. "Yes sir." she said before leaving the kitchen and making her way back toward the table where she saw the group of men laughing and eating the food she'd had someone else deliver.

"Kill them with kindness Amu, you can do this. Just keep this asshole happy and you'll keep your job." Amu chanted to herself as she reached the table and everyone looked at her once again.

Ikuto looked up from his artichoke dip he had been eating when he saw Amu standing before him. Hiis lips began to form his trademark smirk. "What can I do for you gentlemen ?" Amu asked everyone with fake politeness in her tone. Ikuto cleared his throat and patted the space next to him. "First of all i'd like to apologise for my behavior earlier, I'd like to make it up to you. please sit here with us." he gently replied to Amu as he scooted over more for her to sit next to him.

"Um, thank you. I'm sorry as well. It's just we get a lot of men who harass the ladies here and I don't tolerate it." Amu answered him as she hesitantly slid into the seat beside him. "My name is Amu Hinamori by the way. I forgot to say that earlier. It's nice to meet you all." Amu greeted the other young men around her. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and names before Ikuto's need to be the center of attention kicked in.

" Alright everyone, now that amu has gotten to know you a bit how about we all play a little game." Ikuto suggested, quickly disliking how chummy Amu was becoming with his friends.

"What game are we playing tonight Ikuto?" Kukai asked while the others listened intently. Ikuto thought for a moment before he asked Amu to ask to get them all some shot glasses and a bottle of tequila, along with some salt and lemons. She nodded and swiftly walked off to retrieve the items.

"It's an easy game, it's essentially the truth game but with a bit of modification. Someone will ask a question and everyone must answer. If you choose to not answer you have to take a shot. Who ever is the least drunk by the end of the night wins." Ikuto explained to his friends, he was excited by the prospect of learning a bit more about Amu.

"Um, Is Amu even old enough to drink Ikuto? I don't think we should let her play if she's not. " Kukai interjected before ikuto got any ideas of letting an underaged person drink. This wasn't something ikuto had even considers. 'Damn, I didn't even think about that. How old is she? Holy shit i could have just harassed a minor! Fuck, I've got to learn to keep it in my pants' Ikuto mentally beat himself up for his carelessness and stupidity.

Amu returned with a tray of the items Ikuto requested. She was curious as to what game they would be playing. She took note that ikuto looked upset for some reason. 'Bipolar much?' she mentally asked herself. She set out the shot glasses, lemons, salt and liquor on the table and took her place beside Ikuto. "Amu, how old are you?" Ikuto asked abruptly. "Um I am eighteen. I'll be nineteen in september. Why?" She asked curiously. Ikuto let his head fall to the table with a groan.

"Looks like you can't play ikuto's new game princess." Kukai said before he proceeded to explain the game to Amu so she'd understand. Meanwhile Nagi snapped his fingers at ikuto to get his attention. "Ikuto why not just have her take shots of water silly." the purple haired man stated with a grin on his face.

"Yeah, Ikuto it's no big deal. I am not much of a drinker anyway. I'll play, water will do just fine." Amu agreed as she quickly ran to get a glass of water. Ikuto however was thanking nagi for his brilliant suggestion when she returned.

"Alright, Nagi you start. Ask a question and we can go around the table. Answer or drink everyone." Ikuto stated as everyone, excluding Amu, got their shots, slt and lemon slices ready. Nagi pondered what question to ask for a moment before asking, "Do your parents still live in the house you grew up in? My parents do not. We moved house back when I was in highschool."

One by one everyone answered. The rest of the guys said their parents still lived in the same house but they did have vacation homes they visited often. When it came time for Amu to answer she started getting a bit nervous. She wasn't quite comfortable with them asking about her family. "Um, no they dont." she said quickly hoping they'd move onto the next question.

After a few rounds, shots started to be downed and they were having a grand time laughing as the question and how some of them didn;t want to answer. Everything was going fine until the game somehow turned into an interview Amu time. They guys kept pouring themselves shots and asking amu question. Most of them she was comfortable answering. They were innocent questions, and any involving her family were fine so long as she worded them correctly. It wasn't until Ikuto decided that he wanted to learn a bit more personal information from her.

"So Amu," He asked leaning forward towards her. Clearly the alcohol was starting to take effect. "This may seem to be a weird question but i forgot to ask earlier. Why were you limping earlier? And also i wasn't pulling so hard to have hurt you earlier, did you hurt yourself or something?"

Amu started to panic internally, 'How had he noticed that. I am usually very good at hiding any pain i'm in. Lie Amu, just tell him you fell or something.' she told herself before looking at Ikuto. " I - I'm sorry i don't know what you mean. I'm fine. I wasn't limping. As for earlier, I um fell off my bed and my side hurts a bit is all." Amu replied trying to keep the stutter out of her voice.. Ikuto could sense that something had gone wrong. Amu looked extremely nervous and uncomfortable. "Amu, are you alright.. Did we offend you?" Ikuto asked amu looking a bit concerned. Suddenly Amu stood up and started to locate her things.

"No, you didn't. I just...um. I have to go. My shift would have ended an hour ago and I need to get home. I'm sorry. It was nice meeting you all." Her voice was shaking as she hastily gathered her stuff and bid the group a farewell. Amu made a beeline for the back door of the establishment, not even bothering to tell her boss she was leaving.

The remaining group just sat in silence as they looked at the exit Amu left from. Kukai was the first to break the silence,"What the hell Just happened?" Everyone just shrugged their shoulders and started playing on their phones and picking at the remains of their food.

Ikuto had sensed that something had gone wrong. Ikuto rose from his seat to follow amu, he started toward the door before he stopped. 'Why am I even following? It's not like I care about her or anything.' He thought, and yet he still couldn't help the overwhelming concern he felt growing in the pit of his stomach. It was like he'd missed something very important. He sighed to himself as he walked back to his group of friends who were getting ready to leave. He'd let it go for the night but somewhere at the back of his mind, Ikuto knew he would be visiting the club again soon. If only just to check in on the mysterious young lady who was way to feisty for her own good. He wouldn't be let her go off the hook so easily now that she's caught his eyes.


Amu quickly made her way out the back door and made the long trek through the cold night air to get home. It took her longer to get home then usually due to her injuries but when she finally made it, the time was pushing eleven at night.

She quietly unlocked the door, as to not awaken her foster parents and disposed of her things on the coat rack.

Amu tiptoes down the hall to her room. Once inside she discarded her shoes and changed into some pajamas. It had been a long day and she was tired from dealing with Ikuto and his nosy questions. Amu was ready for some relaxing sleep and looked forward to going to class in the morning. It was yet another place she was safe from her foster parents so she had no complaint of going.

Amu turned off her lights, set her alarm and slipped into her warm bed. Finally letting the days events wear on her, Amu slowly drifted to sleep where she dreamed of a indigo haired man and his friends.


Amu awoke the next morning to the obnoxious beeping of her alarm clock still feeling rather sore from yesterday's beating and exhausted from the events that transpired the day before at work.

Amu rolled on her side and slammed her hand down on the off button. She savored every moment that her foster parents weren't home; Seeing how her morning time in bed was her was her only time to truly relax and not be on guard about her safety at home, she was basking in the short lived feeling of comfort and warmth. She glanced at her clock again, it was 7:15, her classes begin at 8:20.

"Alright , I'm getting up" she said to no one in particular. Stretching as she stood up from her bed, Amu quickly made her way to the shower. She quickly went through her routine of washing she body before moving on to her hair, once she was finished she turned off the water and proceeded to dry herself off.

After checking the clock upon entering her room again she took note that she needed to hurry or she'd be late. Amu snatched her school uniform off of its hanger and dressed as fast as her sore body would allow. Then she went through the process of putting on her heavy duty Mac make up to covering her now yellowing bruises.

She finished her make up quickly before running into the kitchen to make some toast before she had to leave for school. While the toaster was going, amu put on her shoes and gathered her things to stuff into her backpack.

She jumped up at the ding of the toaster and buttered her bread in haste before bolting out the front door to get to class.


She arrived at school 10 minutes till the bell was to ring. Amu walked into the large brick prison that was her school. She made her way to her locker where she met up with her best friend, Hoshina Utau. they chatted a bit while grabbing their books for class.

Side by side they walked towards their homeroom and took the seat in the last row. Shortly afterwards, the bell rang and all of the students rushed into the classroom. The teacher went through roll call quickly before the class heard the door to their room open. Heads turned and they saw that the principal, Hotori Tsukasa, walked into the classroom. He was followed by another boy who was slightly hidden behind his tall figure. "Amu, I can't see who it is. Can you?" Her friend asked her as amu angled her head to try and see the new kid. " No, Mr. Hotori is in the way." she replied, still attempting to catch a glimpse. You could hear chit chat everywhere about how handsome he apparently was and how tall he was. Tsukasa asked for everyone's' attention, the room quieted down and everyone faced the principal.. When Amu turned her head back to the front, she was shell shocked!

'What the hell is he doing here?' Amu screamed in her head as her face drained of all it's color.

A/N: Sorry to leave it on a cliffy but I couldn't resist. Please let me know what you think in the comment section below. I love your feedback! Until next time, goodbye my darling!

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