Ku: Hello and thank you to everyone who read and reviewed my first chapter. So as thanks here is the 2nd chapter! Otuki's last name, Gisou, means disguise; camouflage; or masquerade, in Japanese. I thought you guys would like to know that :3

I do not own Shugo Chara or any of its characters!

--Amu's POV--

I stared at the girl behind the glass. She was wearing a long, flowing dress that reached her ankles. It was a creamy orange at the bottom that rose into a light, pastel scarlet, and tinted delicate pink at the top with cross-back straps. Her shoulder-length strawberry hair matched perfectly with the sunset dyed dress.

She was beautiful, to say the least. Only, her expression looked annoyed as she stared back at me through the glass. A man wearing formal clothes came in and put a hand on the girl's shoulder

"Ready to go?" he asked.

I only nodded in response, watching the girl's upset expression.

"Amu, I expect you to get close to the prince tonight. Your failure to meet him last night better not happen again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Perfectly."

"Good. Now let us go."

I took one last solemn glance at the girl in the glass and followed Father, looking down. Tonight my parents would be coming to the castle as well, which meant I would be forced to join that mob of girls.

Perhaps I could sneak through the crowd to that table where I met Otuki. At least he feels the same way I do of all this. My heart beats faster when I think of him. I felt my face flush. No, wait! No! It doesn't! What am I thinking?! I do not feel that way about him! Of course, he looks really handso- Stop that Amu!

--Narrator's POV--

The ballroom looked even grander than last evening. It was filled with people of noble status and it seemed as if there was even more girls, if possible, came as well.

Through the groups of people talking, Otuki spotted Amu entering the room. She was absolutely gorgeous in her sunset colored dress. She looked for the table she was sitting at yesterday and noticed him in the same spot, wearing his black servant clothes. Amu smiled at him and he couldn't help but to smile back as she started to walk over.

"Where do you think you are going?" her Father caught her sneaking in the opposite direction of the prince and his potential 'brides'. She gave Otuki a glance that said, "help me" before being shoved into the crowd of girls.

Once in the mob, Amu was pushed forward and back by the girls and couldn't tell which way out was. Someone shoved her back hard and she fell into someone's arms. All the girls around her gasped. Amu slowly looked up to come face to face with Prince Ikuto.

She squeaked and quickly got up. Well, I got his attention, she thought dryly. "I'm so sorry!"

The prince was about to speak when an obnoxious, loud voice beside him responded first.

"You better be sorry, wench!" Then she turned to the prince and in a sweet voice asked, "Are you hurt Ikuto-sama?"

Her sugarcoated words made Amu feel sick. This brunette only wanted the fame and fortune that came with marrying the prince.

Prince Ikuto gave her a polite smile, "Thank you for your concern."

It threw her into her own little world. "Of course! Anything for you Ikuto-sama! Ohohohohoho!"

A group of girls behind her started cheering, "Congratulations, Saaya-sama!"

Saaya was obviously full of herself. She wore a bright gold dress with shiny, thin strips of gold woven into the fabric and an expensive looking topaz necklace. Dressed to impress, Saaya definitely stood out.

"Are you okay, miss?"

Amu caught herself glaring at Saaya. "Oh yes! Thank you for catching me!" she bowed.

The prince chuckled, "Be careful," and in a lower voice he whispered so only she could hear, "Good luck, Amu."

She blinked at him confused before being pulled away by other girls who wanted the prince's attention. Again she felt like she was being tossed around in the mob. Feeling her head start spinning, Amu lost her balance and began to fall again.

Two strong arms wound around her waist and pulled her against someone's chest. Despite the shoving girls, he stood firm and held her protectively until she got over her dizziness. Amu looked up to see Otuki smirking at her.

"Otuki!" she nearly yelled.

The girls and the prince looked up in surprise. The girls stared at Otuki, with wide eyes, stunned. The prince also seemed shocked to see Otuki in the mass but quickly smiled a sincere smile.

"O-Otuki! Let g-go of me!"

"Why? I thought you wanted me to save you," he replied smoothly.

His smirk grew bigger as he watched her cheeks glow bright red.

"No! L-let me go!" she struggled in his grip but he was too strong.

Ignoring her, he rested his chin on her head and inhaled deeply. "You smell like strawberries," he murmured into her hair.

Amu blushed furiously and looked down, hoping to hide her blush from the world. She felt it. The ominous aura of jealousy flew at her like sparks. Peeking up slightly she saw some girls looking aghast, others with hearts in their eyes, but mostly anger and envy radiated out of the fuming swarm.

Teeth started grinding with a frustrated growl, and a group of girls said, "Don't worry, Saaya-sama!"

"Why her?! Not only did she steal the arms of my prince, but also a hot servant?!"

Amu felt her blush turn dark crimson and could feel Otuki smirk in her hair.

"I-I thought y-you said you were s-saving me," she muttered.

He chuckled to himself while releasing his grip around her waist. He would stop teasing her, for now. Otuki grabbed her hand, not planning on letting her get away from him so easily. He noticed the prince making his escape with the girls distracted.

Smirking, he asked, "If you give me all of your attention, how would the prince feel?"

The girls turned around and gasped as they saw Prince Ikuto edging away.

"I'm so sorry Ikuto-sama!" More sugarcoated words, "I will never leave your side again!"

"Go for it, Saaya-sama!"

Saaya nearly glomped the poor prince in her rush to catch up with him and latched onto his arm, only turning away to glare daggers at Amu. The other girls, not wanting to be out done by both Amu and Saaya, started mobbing the prince once again for attention. Scared that he would think less of them if they cared more about some sexy servant than him.

Being utterly ignored, Otuki led Amu away from the mob and between groups of talking adults, keeping an eye on Amu's father. Using the guests to shield themselves from Amu's parents' view, both of them walked in silence until they made it to their table from last evening. Amu sat down and sighed, while Otuki stood against the wall at attention, like any good servant would. The silence turned awkward between them.

Amu glanced up at Otuki, who was staring blankly into the masses. Her heart, thumping inside her chest, sounded so loud she was almost surprised that nobody else could hear it.

First I fell into Prince Ikuto's arms and Otuki caught me when I was about to fall. Then he had to hold me like that in front of everyone! Now all those girls hate my guts! But he did help me escape without Father knowing. I hate to agree with Saaya, but he really is ho- No he's not! He's not! Gah!

Amu was too busy trying to come up with a reason for why Otuki was not hot to notice him watching her changing facial expressions, amused.

"Thinking of someone?" he teased.

"NO! I-I mean, o-of course n-not! What m-makes y-you think t-that?" she said crossing her arms.

Bull's eye. "Hmm…?" He closed his eyes, looking unconvinced.

"I'm not!"

"So who is it? The prince…? Or… me?"

Opening his eyes he bent down so they were the same height and their eyes locked. He waited for her response, with a serious face.

Amu felt her cheeks reddening as she tried to force herself to think.

"I-I…"

"…Hehe…"

"Teasing me again?!" Amu nearly yelled, causing the adults to turn around, including her father. She ducked her head down to hide her bright pink hair, and in a lower voice added, "Stop that!"

"Aww, but Amu! I really want to know," he whined, faking a childlike voice.

"Yeah right," she muttered, trying to suppress a blush, but failing.

It's embarrassing for him to accuse her of thinking about him or the prince. And what's worse is that she was thinking about both of them.

"So… you fell for the prince, huh?"

"Wh-what a-are you talking a-about? I d-did not fall for him!" Amu stuttered.

"Yes you did. I saw you," Otuki stated simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Hey, only literally! Someone pushed me from behind!"

"Sure, sure. But you did fall for me."

A deep red blush answered his smirk. "Not like that!" she shrieked. Again heads turned. Speaking softer she continued, "I just lost my balance and started to fall. You just happened to be there to catch me. That's all."

"So you admit falling for me."

"No! Y-yes, I fell, but not f-for you and n-not l-like that!"

"So, if you didn't fall for me, you fell for the prince?" His brow creasing in thought.

"You're wrong!"

"But you did fall," his voice hinted.

"S-Stop that!"

"Isn't it nice that you got Prince Ikuto's attention?" His words sounded like they held a double meaning to Amu but she wasn't sure. "I'm sure your father would be happy to know that." Amu looked up at Otuki. He wasn't facing her anymore and his sapphire eyes seemed distant.

She grimaced, "Yeah he would."

Prince Ikuto had wished her good luck, but for what? Competing in becoming his bride? No, the way he said it was as if it meant something else. Or someone else.

Ku: Yay, it's longer than the 1st chapter! 'Kay, just so you know, I have summer school so I don't have much time to work on chapters and I don't have internet all the time either. So you might have to patient for some chapters. Thank you all for reading and I hope you liked it にゃ〜 (Nya~)