Author's note: This plot was originally for an Ouran High School Host Club fanfic, but as I was writing the first chapter using the characters from Shugo Chara!, I thought it suited this series more than Ouran. I hope you'll all like it! Happy New Year!

Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara!

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"Sugoi!" Amu exclaimed witnessing the very spectacular Eiffel Tower standing proudly amongst the city buildings. "I've only seen this in pictures!"

"You sure enjoying yourself, Amu-chi," Yaya commented. "There are still a lot of places here we can visit and take a look at."

"Of course! I'm starting to love France!" her eyes, amazed, wandered around one of the busy street. "This place is so beautiful!"

Yaya giggled. "Don't worry. We have three years to explore France. Shall we go and get something to eat? I'm getting hungry."

"Sure. I'm also hungry," so the two settled in a fine looking restaurant by the street.

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After eating supper, they both decided to go back to their dormitory. While walking back, Amu noticed that she wasn't carrying her bag anymore. "Oh no! My bag is not with me?"

"You must have left it in the restaurant. Let's go back."

"No need," Amu said. "I go and get it myself. Yaya, you just go back to the dorm. I know you're pretty tired alredy."

"Are you sure? Is it okay?"

"Y-yeah," she nodded. "See you later then."

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Amu sighed in relief upon reclaiming her lost bag. Fortunately, a costumer surrendered it to the manager. As she exited the restaurant, a familiar guy passed in front of her. "Hey you!" she called him. "You're the guy form the airport."

"And is there anything you want from me?" he asked nonchalantly.

"What's wrong?" Amu noticed the blank look in his dark eyes.

"None of your business," he smirked much to her dismay. "You're that interested to me, aren't you? Most of the girls would just ignore a guy she has met somewhere especially if she irritated with him. But you… you're very different."

"I was just asking!" she retorted.

"Well, there is this thing which makes me so depressed right now," his words caught her attention.

"What happened?' she asked, concerned. Due to some unexplainable reason, they ended up drinking in a bar. Amu barely drinking anything while the guy already emptied a bottle or two and still continued to drink some more. "Hey! You're drunk.."

"No, I'm absolutely fine."

"No, you're not. You know I have to go home already and you too."

"I thought you wanted to hear my story so why are you leaving me now?" Obviously, alcohol had taken control over him.

"Yes, I wanted to, but you're already drunk."

"Every year, I visit my mother here in France. Though her parents wouldn't allow me to see her even once, I still come back here to show her how much I love her," he started his story. "But just last week, I found out that she already passed away. She died without me seeing her face even for the very last time."

"Why couldn't you see your mother? Are your parents divorced?'

"That is the fate of an illegitimate child like me. When my father went to France for a business meeting, he met my mother. The fell in love and I am the proof for that. My mom and I didn't know he was married and when I was nine, my father's wife came into our house and told us to return her husband. That was when I learned the reason why he would always need to fly back to Japan. I couldn't imagine how terrible it was to see my mother cry."

"What did you your mother do to you then?" Amu was completely taken by his story.

"My mom's parents wouldn't accept me in their family. Mom begged them to let me stay. The agreed, but it was only for a year. When I turned ten, she pleaded my father's family to let me into their home. She knew how bad her family treated me though I never complained to her. Unexpectedly, they approved of me and that was the last time I ever saw my mother." Amu was crying nonstop after hearing his story. She couldn't help it. "What's with that?"

"I never had a life such as yours… And to loose your mother, it must be horrible."

"You're blessed to have a happy and complete family."

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One hour passed and Amu decided to go back to her dormitory, but she took pity to the man beside her. He was all drunk and dejected. Not to mention, he couldn't even walk properly. Amu couldn't leave him like that After all, she was the one who insisted him to tell his story. "This is your room, right? 1914?"

"Yeah," his head was aching so much. "Please open it for me," he handed her the card.

Amu swiped the card and the door was opened. It was a very elegant room. Without doubt, the man must have come from a rich family. She supported him on walking until they had reach the bed. She laid him on the bed, took his shoes off and readied herself to go.

"Wait…" his voice seemed helpless. "Stay for a while. Please." She sat beside him and he also got up. He rested his head on her shoulder and started crying. "I wish I can see mother again…"

Amu felt how sorrowful his voice was. "It's fine. You don't have to cry. I'm sure your mother knows how much you love her," her tears started to fall down. "I know it's hard, but you have to get over it…"

Their eyes suddenly met each other's gaze and remained like that for a very long minute. As if time had stopped, their lips were locked in a very passionate kiss.

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The sunlight coming from the window woke Amu up. As soon as her eyes were open, she knew where she exactly was. her tears involuntarily fell down as her mind tried to remember what happened last night. "Tadase-kun…" She hurriedly got up and dressed herself. Before she completely went out of his room, Amu gazed at his face for the last time. "We don't even know each other's name, but that is the best for the both of us. I hope we would never cross each other's path… never again!"

Amu quickly took a shower upon reaching her room. She wanted to clean herself. I am so dirty! I hate myself. Amu, baka! As soon as she went out of the washroom, Yaya bombarded her with questions. "Amu-chi, Yaya was all worried last night! Where did you stay? You said you were just going to get your bag, but you didn't come back. What happened?"

What was Amu suppose to answer? She slept with a guy who was very depressed over the death of his mother? "Yaya, can I not answer those questions of yours? The important thing is I'm back and nothing else," it was unusual for Amu to reply in such cold yet pleading voice. "Shall we go now? The class is starting."

"Y-yes," was all her roommate could say. That was a very different Amu-chi.

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Two months later, Amu had completely forgotten about that sinful night. She just focused on her studies and did her best to improve her dancing skills. She also made so many friends and got along with her fellow schoolmates.

"Class is finish," their teacher announced and dismissed the class. While Yaya and Amu were heading to the cafeteria for lunch, Amu felt dizzy and her vision got blurred.

Seeing her friend's discomfort, Yaya asked, "Amu-chi, are you alright? You seem not so well lately."

"I'm fine," answered she. "You go ahead and eat. I'll just get some medicine in our room."

"Take care of yourself, Amu-chi," she reminded her and left.

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"Now were is that medicine…" Amu said to herself, rummaging through her drawer. Suddenly she felt like vomiting and rushed to the sink. But nothing came out…

"No way…"

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Author's note: I just love this chapter. Please submit reviews. Thank you for reading.