Me: Ok, so… it's abnormally quiet. Which is really worrying for me. Anyway, I do not own Shugo Chara, even though I wish I did. Enjoy and review.

Amu's POV

"What Shaquille? Who were you talking about?" I asked as she hung up and slid the phone into her coat pocket.

"My little cousins. They have bruises, apparently from being beaten. They're trying to frame me, saying it was my doing. It's becoming a court case. Nothing you need to worry yourself about," she answered stressfully yet trying to comfort me.

"Oh ok then. I hope it all turns out well. And um, Ikuto woke up," I told her smiling.

"I'm glad. I'll be in for a check up in a minute. I just have to sort some other things out. Paper work and other stuff like that," she replied. I left gratefully, eager to return to Ikuto.

x-X-x

"Hmm, your vitals are fine, but we can't let you go home just yet. Sorry," Shaquille apologised.

"Why not?!" Ikuto asked devastated.

"Protocol," was the quick answer.

"Screw protocol! I'm going ho-," Ikuto went to get out of his hospital bed but his back arched in pain. "Ow, maybe not," he said lowering himself back down.

"The pain too. I can't allow you to go home without having enough pain medication to put the Chinese army to sleep," she said.

"Fine, I'll stay, but only if Amu stays too." He wasn't really in the position to bargain, but it didn't matter regardless. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Ikuto, I'd be here 24/7. Utau has enough bribing merchandise to keep me here until next year at least," I told him. He pouted, folding his arms roughly over his chest only to wrench them back, groaning in pain. "See, you're staying here."

"For how long?" he asked, still pouting.

"About a month at the most, I promise." Shaquille turned to leave again.

"Wait! What's the minimum?" Ikuto asked hopefully.

"I'm guessing a week and a half but we'll have to see how you go," she said before closing the door behind her.

"Only a week, you can last that long, right? Or are you a weak little girl?" I challenged.

"I'm not a girl, but I am weak. I need a hug." His face expression was more mischievous than pained.

"You don't need to play games anymore. I am yours and I have no second thoughts or doubts about it," I assured him. I still felt so relieved that he was okay; it had been a dark, difficult time while he was unconscious. There in the hospital bed, yet too far away from me. I felt so comforted when I wrapped my arms around him and he hugged back. He nuzzled closely into my neck. His hair tickled my nose and I pulled back so I didn't sneeze on him. "Ok no second thoughts or anything, but I might have cat allergies," I teased.

"Oh god, pull the life support out then," he groaned playfully.

I slapped his good shoulder. "Don't even joke about that."

"Ok I won't but-." I put my finger on his lips.

"I'm not entering a conversation where we discuss whether or not you'd live if I left you, because there is no possibility of that ever happening. I love you too much to leave you," I promised him.

"Good point." He was smirking as he pulled my chin in to kiss me. Of course I had no problem with allowing him explore my mouth, of which I'm pretty sure he's already familiar with.

The machine beside us started beeping faster. I pulled back, worried that something bad would happen again. But after I did this it slowed down. Now I was the one smirking, and couldn't help letting a little giggle escape my lips. It was his heart monitor. (E/N – Haha Twilight again.)

"Hey, why are you over there?" he demanded.

"Is it so bad that I might be freaking out, ya know, just a little bit? The first time those monitors did that you almost died. I think I am entitled to just a little bit of an overreaction." He pouted – again - and of course I giggled. How could I not? He looked so fradorable when he made that face. (A/N fradorable = freakin' adorable)

I saw him wince in pain, wiping my smile clean off my face, only to be replaced with concern. "Pain killers?' I asked. He nodded with gritted teeth. I hopped off the bed and opened the door to stick my head out into the corridor. "Excuse me, um, Ikuto needs some pain killers, relievers, whatever you call it."

"Mr. Tsukiyomi?" the nurse asked. I nodded. Her tone made me feel slightly worried. "Oh, he's Hoshina Utau's brother!" she gushed. I stared at her stunned; she was being so unprofessional. I nodded again. She rushed over to Ikuto and carefully injected something into the IV. "You just get some rest now," she said sweetly, patting Ikuto's forehead.

I cleared my throat. "Thank you for helping my fiancé," I hinted. She blushed and quickly took her leave, muttering "sorry" on her way out.

"Feeling territorial hey?" Ikuto teased.

"How are you able to tease me and sleep at the same time?" I scolded.

"I'll-," he paused to yawn hugely, "sleep tease," he replied.

"No, you'll sleep and get better quicker." Right now I was feeling more like a mother then ever before.

"Fine," he mumbled, falling into a deeper stupor.

He looked so peaceful and defenceless in his sleep, but also so cute. I couldn't help but stare. I'm not sure how, but almost overnight I'd become accustomed to sleeping with my head on Ikuto's stomach with one of his arms wrapped around my shoulders. Utau had scolded me for not treating my back properly; I shouldn't be sleeping while sitting in a chair, but I was with Ikuto so I didn't really care.

Now he looked more at peace. Or maybe it was just that I felt more at peace, now that I knew he'd definitely wake up. And I'm sure that when he wakes up he'll see me watching him and start cracking jokes again. I couldn't say I minded; I liked his little jokes, even if they were at my expense. That's why they say love is weird and irrational. I don't care; I'm happy.

x-X-x

A week later…

"Freedom!" Ikuto rejoiced.

"Seriously, you can be such a child sometimes," I laughed.

"Then spoil me," he whispered, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"Well since you're a child, it has to be G rated." My warning lost it's phony seriousness when I laughed.

"What you consider G, or what I consider G?" he asked, his lips brushing gently against my ear.

"What I think is G rated," I said quickly, before I became to distracted to say the right answer.

"That's not really any fun." He began kissing my neck.

"C'mon, let's go get ice-cream," I replied with his arms still around my waist.

"Strawberry flavor for me," he whispered before nibbling on my ear.

"Cut it out," I argued half heartedly.

"No. You like it, I like it, so why not?" he asked seductively.

"Because it tickles, and I don't want to betray my father," I whispered back. I could feel my will to stop crumbling quickly.

"How would it betray your father?"

"Quite simple; I can get carried away easily." I twisted in his arms so I could talk with face to face.

"That could be quite interesting. But you know I wouldn't force you into something you don't want to do," he told me seriously.

"I know, and I trust you. It's me I don't trust." (A/N - Wow, two chapters in a row. Another new moon moment. Oh disclaimer: I don't own new moon) I twisted out of his arms and grabbed his hand, leading him away.

x-X-x

I laughed at Ikuto again. He seemed to be craving the attention, and of course I had no problem being the one to provide him with what he was seeking.

"You look like Rudolph the red nose reindeer," I chuckled. Ikuto had put a ton of strawberry sauce all over his ice-cream. Half of it had ended up on his nose.

"At least it smells nice." He took another huge, greedy bite of his ice-cream.

"Careful, you'll get a-." Too late.

"BRAIN FREEZE!" Ikuto moaned, clutching his head with both hands - without thinking apparently. He clutched his head with a crumbled ice-cream cone washing ice-cream all through his hair. "Aw man," he whined. That sent me over the edge. Soon I was bent over, laughing like a hyena. I gasped for breath, trying to calm down but he just looked so funny. I fell out of my chair, thankfully without spilling my ice-cream.

When I thought I had control of my hysterics, I got up and peeked up at him. I squashed my lips together, trying desperately not to burst out laughing again. I started searching through my bag for a napkin or something similar to give him. He'd need quite a few to get all of that ice-cream out of his hair.

I felt the edge of a piece of paper against my finger and curiously pulled it out. I felt the blood drain from my face. I became cold again. Ikuto stared at me with a worried expression before noticing with understanding the folded note in my hand. He reached out and took it gently from between my shivering fingertips. He read the note and looked up at me in surprised, wide-eyed fear.

Me: Done.
Amu: What? What about the note?
Me: YAY YOU'RE BACK!

Amu: You're glad you have voices in your head?

Me: Very much so.

Amu: Well, why didn't you tell them?

Me: Ya lost me…

Amu: The note! I already told you what it says!

Me: No you didn't.

Amu: Yes I did, I said it says… *muffled yells*

Me: Stay!
Ikuto: That was a bit harsh.

Me: XP Yea well, we had an agreement. Now go shoo.

Ikuto: *mumbles unintelligibly*

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