FakeMustache: YAYS! I'm so happy someone wanted to read the next chapter!! *cries tears of joy*
Ikuto: …wimp…
Amu: Ikuto has no mercy…
FakeMustache: Punk…anyway, like I promised, I will make sure this chapter is longer.
Amu: Woot! I can't wait to read it!!
Ikuto: I think I'll…go home…
FakeMustache: WAIT! It's your turn to do the disclaimer!!
Ikuto: …I don't want to say your name…
FakeMustache: Fine, I guess I understand. I do not own shugo chara, or any of its' characters. All rights go to Peach-Pit. ^________________^
Amu, a sixteen year old girl with long, sakura pink hair, and honey colored eyes that you could get lost in, if you weren't careful. She held an inner beauty that could never be threatened by another's, and would always be there, no matter what happens. In addition, she had gained an outer beauty that was surprisingly new to everyone. She was a wonderful person, and would remain that way for the rest of her life.
Ikuto, a seventeen year old boy with midnight-blue hair that almost reached his shoulders, and matching eyes that were like a deep, endless pool of feeling. Before Amu came along, he hadn't known who he really was, and has now developed an inner beauty equal to his appearance. His personality was irreplaceable, though it longed to change. And, in this way only, had he regretted meeting Amu.
Both sat on Amu's bed, staring at her mother, who had entered her room for the second time that morning, again without permission. Her eyes were wide beneath her spectacles, and her mouth was agape, very slightly.
"I-Ikuto," she stuttered, "I thought you…were gone."
"Well, yeah, he was," said Amu, "But he came back. He didn't move away." Amu's mother's eyes were hidden by the glare of here glasses. Her cheeks slowly filled with blush, and tears rolled down her face. She then ran towards the bed and threw her arms around Ikuto.
"IKUTO!!" she cried, "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! IKUTO CAME BACK FOR AMU-CHAN!!"
"Onii-chan?" a tiny voice from the door way said, "Onii-chan came back fowr Amu-nii-chan??"
"WHAT?!" came a loud voice from down stairs, followed by fast steps up the stair case.
"Papa, look!" sobbed mama, "Ikuto came back! He came back for Amu-chan." Papa had a look of pure shock plastered on his face, which turned to hatred when his eyes glared at Ikuto, and to sadness when they reached Amu.
"Amu…" he said, tears swelling in his eyes, "You don't need…him…You have your papa! You don't need any other man in your life!"
"Well, I just don't know any more, papa…" said Amu, "You have mama, AND you have Ami…I just don't think it can work…" Ikuto almost smiled, but caught himself just before he did.
"ONII-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!" yelled Ami, jumping into Ikuto's lap, and wrapping her tiny arms as far as they would go around his waist.
"See?" said Amu, "I don't have to be happy you're back, 'cause everyone else is." Ikuto looked at Amu's papa, who was crying a flood in the door-way. "Well, you know, papa's special…"
"Where's Utau, Ikuto?" asked mama.
"At the house. Their all probably unpacking." he replied, patting Ami and the top of her head.
"Can you take us, mama?" Amu asked, in a begging pose, "Papa can even talk to Aruto."
"Sure…but you're not going…like that are you?" Amu looked surprised. She looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a black tank-top with random faded writing on it, and black pajama pants with lots of tiny, white cookies and words scattered all across them. She didn't mind leaving the way she was, but apparently everyone was against her.
"I suppose I could change…" she grumbled, popping her shirt collar.
"Appreciate it." said her mom, smiling.
"Ami," said Amu, touching Ami's chubby arm, "I think 'nii-chan feels the love, now get up, please."
"'Kay." said Ami, pushing herself up from Ikuto's lap, and hopping onto the floor. She then turned to her sister and hopped into her lap instead. "Amu-nii-chan?" she said, looking up at Amu, ever so innocently.
"Yeah?" said Amu, starring at the new found weight in her lap.
"Are joo and Onii-chan gunna get mawwied?" Amu laughed loudly.
"Why?" she asked, still laughing a bit.
"'caushe dat'sh what mama shaysh."
"Well," said Amu, eyeing her blushing mother suspiciously. "We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" Amu tickled her little siblings' tummy and laughed along with her. She turned and smiled at Ikuto, who was also laughing, just a bit.
"Amu shouldn't be thinking of that kind of thing!!" whined papa, "And Ami, never believe anything your mama says!!"
"…'Kay?" she said, looking cutely confused.
"PAPA! What kind of parental advice is that??" yelled mama, aiming her infamous glares at him. Papa shook with fear, and hid behind the wall.
"Hey, mama." said Amu.
"WHAT??" yelled her mother back, accidentally, "I mean, yes, dear?"
"Do you plan on taking us to Ikuto's place…today?"
"Oh," said her mother, a bit stunned by the change of topic, "Uh, change first. Then we'll go."
"Well, then can you guys leave? I'd like a little privacy, if ya' don't mind."
"Sure. Ami, come here, and papa…pull yourself together, please. See you in a bit, Amu."
Amu's parents and sibling left, and she heard a lot of footsteps go down the stair-case at one time. About twenty seconds past, then another passage of footsteps came thundering up the staircase, and papa slammed opened Amu's door.
"You," he said, starring at Ikuto, "Come." Ikuto got up from his seat on the bed, and left with Amu's dad. When the room was quiet, Amu proceeded to change clothes.
Doo-dee-doo-dee-doo (time skip)
Amu walked down the stair-case slowly, as if to make sure she didn't trip over her own feet. She simply put on a band T-shirt and a pair of chemically faded jeans with large holes in them. Her wallet was bulging out of her back pocket, and was connected to one of her belt-loops by a chain. Her waist-length hair hung down her back, untouched. Her pale lips were slightly parted and her off-white teeth were seen, shimmering from previously being brushed. Though unintentional, Amu looked brilliantly beautiful. When she reached the door, she slipped on some old vans that she wore yesterday, and had lazily left them by the door.
"Where's papa and Ami?" Amu asked her mother, still struggling to get her shoes on without her hands' help.
"They went to the park," said mama, pulling her purse over her shoulder, "I think it was for the best, though. Ikuto has been tortured enough for one day, anyway." Amu laughed. Ikuto didn't.
"Well, I guess we should get to steppin'" Amu said, finally giving up, and bending down to pull on her shoe.
"Alright. You didn't bring anything, right?" said mama, directing her question at Ikuto, who shook his head, "Well, then, we're all set."
They all exited the house, and padded to the driveway where they opened the doors leading to their seat. Of coarse, mama was driving. Amu had offered Ikuto the front seat, mumbling something about "leg room". Amu sat in the seat behind Ikuto's, shifting her long legs to the side, for her knees dug into the back of the passenger seat. The car started to vibrate, once they were all buckled in, and soon the started to roll back. Ran, Miki, and Sue had all flown out of their eggs right before Amu left, and decided to tag along. They were now having a tiny conversation with Yoru in the empty seat. They're talk about the states brought something to Amu's attention.
"Hey, Ikuto." she said, turning her head to him.
"Yeah?" he said, looking at Amu over his shoulder.
"Did you bring me anything back from the U.S.?"
"…yeah." he said, a smirk spreading across his face.
"Where is it??" said Amu, looking excited.
"At home."
"What is it??"
"You'll see."
"Oh, come on!" said Amu, having a mini seizure in her seat, "At least give me a hint!"
"It's foreign."
"Oh, thanks, that helps." she said sarcastically, "Will I like it?"
"Who knows?"
"Is it big or small?"
"Both."
"Is it hard or soft?"
"Neither."
"OH, COME ON IKUTO! WHAT IS IT??"
"…You'll see." Ikuto smirked, and Amu pouted. She was frustrated, but still very excited. She didn't talk the rest of the ride, but still occasionally smiled to herself, happy that Ikuto remembered to grab her a souvenir while he was there.
When they pulled up to Ikuto's house, Amu was the first one out, by the door before the engine was off. She rung the doorbell. Two seconds passed without a sound, so she rung it again. Still no answer! She rung it over and over again, until, finally, she heard an annoyed 'coming!' from inside the house.
"Who is it?" asked a girls voice, right on the other side of the door.
"AMU! IT'S AMU!" yelled Amu, knowing who she was yelling at. The door-knob twisted, and Utau popped her head out of the crack she created.
"Of coarse it is." she said, smiling.
"UTAU!!" Amu threw her arms around Utau, and Utau hugged her back. She pulled away and looked at Amu.
"Wow!" she said, "You got so big Amu-chi!"
"Bleh, I know, right? I'm all…deformed." groaned Amu, sticking her tongue out at herself. Utau laughed.
"Now you know how it feels."
"Can I come in?" Amu heard a bass laugh from behind Utau. She automatically knew who it was.
"Do you even have to ask anymore?" asked Aruto, pushing the door open to its' fullest.
"Ah…Aruto…" said Amu, with a kind smile.
"…What's with that reaction…?" he said, looking a bit annoyed. Aruto was just a taller Ikuto. Same hair, same eyes, same attitude, and, every now and then, the same personality. Just a taller Ikuto. Or, so you would think…
"Heh, twas a joke, a joke." said Amu, walking towards Aruto and giving him a one-armed hug.
" No matter how much you grow, you'll always be the same, good or bad." he said, returning the hug.
"He speaks the truth…" said Ikuto, walking through the door-way with mama.
"Ah, hello, Aruto." said mama, smiling at the taller Ikuto.
"Hey, Midori, how's it goin'?"
"Fine. Sorry to disturb you guys right when you got back."
"Oh, it's no trouble at all. You know we'd do the same if it was you guys that went on a trip."
The conversation didn't seem to be heading anywhere, so Amu made her way to the living room and sat on her favorite recliner. Utau walked in, too, and sat on the matching sofa.
"Are you guys done unpacking yet?" asked Amu, tracing a pattern in the chairs' velvet with her finger.
"I just finished." Utau replied, "It took me forever. That's why I was mad when Ikuto left in ten minutes, saying he was done."
"That's just because I don't pack like I'm moving away." said Ikuto, walking into the living room, "Only the essentials, like a normal person."
"'Only the essentials' my ass!!" said Utau, turning her head toward Ikuto, "I saw you pack!"
"And I saw you pack…every thing in your room." replied Ikuto.
"Oh yeah?" said Utau, obviously picking a fight, "You know what I saw you pack? All those teeny, tiny pictures of-"
"Amu-chan?" said a voice, coming from the hallway. All three of them turned their heads toward the culprit. It was Tadase, looking at Amu.
"Thanks for finishing my sentence, Tadase." said Utau, turning to look at Amu to see if she got the message. Amu just looked cutely confused, mimicking Ami. Utau sighed at Amu's density, and Ikuto did the same, but with relief.
"Hey, Tadase-kun. How're ya' doing?" said Amu, smiling at Tadase.
"So…that's really you, Amu-chan?" he asked, looking shocked.
"Yep. It's really me."
"Are you're really Amu Hinamori?" he asked again.
"Yes! Are you really Tadase…whatever?" she asked, laughing at her memory loss.
"I can't believe how big you've gotten in just two months!" he said, staring stupidly at Amu.
"Oh, yeah. Yep. I got big. So, did you bring me anything?" said Amu. She knew she was bigger, and she was so very tired of the subject.
"Oh, I did!" said Utau, jumping up from her seat, and running to her room to get Amu's present. Amu just stared at the hallway, until she came back, with her hands behind her back.
"Ok, here." she said, handing the gift to Amu. Amu grabbed what was handed to her, and stared it down. It was a black and purple plaid wallet. It had several pockets on the front and a compartment closed with a zipper. Amu loved it, and immediately pulled her old, black, tattered wallet from her back pocket.
"Thanks, Utau-chan!" said Amu, giving Utau a huge bear hug, "I love you so much!"
"No…problem…" said Utau, fighting for breath. Amu finally let go and emptied all of her old wallets' contents into her lap, and replaced it all in her new one. She did all of this with a huge smile and red cheeks.
"Alright…" said Tadase, "My turn." he turned around and walked to his room to get Amu's second gift. He came back in a few minutes, with one hand empty, and the other with some kind of rolled up item in it. He threw it to Amu, who caught it with her right hand. Amu examined her gift.
"Wow!" said Amu, looking at her new belt, which matched her wallet. "This is nice! What happened? You've never been good at giving gifts."
"Utau told me to get it…" said Tadase, blushing.
"Figures." said Amu, buckling her belt around her slim waist, "Thanks, Tadase-kun, I love it."
"Hey, I have a question." said Ikuto, "Why do you call Tadase Tadase-'kun', when you just call me Ikuto?" Tadase blushed, and Amu was surprised by the change in subject.
"Just out of habit. I guess I could stop. I'll probably forget…"
"Whatever, just curious." said Ikuto, shrugging.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, though." said Amu, smirking at Ikuto, "Where's my gift?"
"Damn." said Ikuto, smirking.
"I bet it's romantic!" squealed Utau.
"Knowing Ikuto? There's no doubt in my mind." said Amu, sarcastically.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot it's Ikuto we're talking about…" said Utau, laughing.
"Okay, okay, shut up." said Ikuto, "I'll go get it."
Amu waited excitedly in her chair, wondering what could be in Ikuto's hand when he returned…
FakeMustache: GUH! Finally, it's done! Thank you lord!
Amu: You keep doing the cliff-hanger thing!
FakeMustache: yeah, that's 'cause I get lazy…I MEAN I WANT TO KEEP YOU INTERESTED! Yeah…
Utau: Hey…you got my name wrong in the last chapter…didn't you, idiot?
FakeMustache: Um…no…I…was talking about someone else…
Ikuto: Who?
FakeMustache: Your mom, okay? Your mom.
Amu: Heh…I didn't notice…
Ikuto: Shut up, nobody loves you.
FakeMustache: Geez, Ikuto, why are you so irritable?
Ikuto: Because I didn't get any lines in this chapter!
FakeMustache: That's just because it's out of character for you to talk a lot…so shut up.
Utau: This conversation will just go on, and on, and on…
Amu: Whatever, hey, Ikuto, what did you buy me?
Ikuto: A leather bra.
FakeMustache: Eheheh…perv…
Amu:*slaps Ikuto with a roll of toilet paper*
Utau: Please R&R for the next chapter…'cause we're greedy.
FakeMustache: Oh, and, not that I expect you to care or anything, but in 8 days I'm goin' back to the U.S.! WOOT WOOT!
All: U.S.A.!! U.S.A.!!