FakeMustache: Hey guys. Well, today I thought I'd…not talk to all the fictional characters of 'shugo chara'. The reason being the fact that I feel like crud, and all their useless chatter would just give me a migraine. So, for now, no talking, except to myself. Just read, you demanding public, read.
.:Amu's POV:.
I woke hesitantly. I remembered hearing mama say something about school about half an hour ago, and I cringed, hoping I wouldn't be late. I slowly rose from my bed, so expressionless a zombie would, indeed, be jealous. My bed was a mess. No, not your average, every day kind of mess, but an extreme mess. A 'hardcore' mess, if you will. It was messier than usual, but I had no clue why. I mean, I wasn't a rough sleeper. A small gasp let through my lips, and head swung around to my alarm clock. It was 5:25 A.M….that's depressing. And I thought I would be late. Geez, mama, go to be later.
Well, it was the first day of school, I might as well get up. I flipped my annoyingly long legs over the side of my bed and began to stand. Hey, for me it's a very long process. I began to slide my feet towards the door. As I reached the hall, I had to wrack my brain to remember the way to the bathroom. I made my way to the sink and began to rinse my toothbrush. As I dropped a glop of toothpaste onto it and shoved it into my mouth, I hummed a song. The name of the song was 'Valerie'. I don't know why I decided to hum that particular song, or why I blushed while I did so.
When I was done in the bathroom, I went back to my room to change into my new school uniform. I didn't understand why I wasn't the least bit excited about my first day of high school, but I wasn't. But, I was excited about my uniform. It was pretty...It consisted of a long-sleeved blazer, long-sleeved white top, with an unnecessarily large collar, a long, black and white checkered neck-tie, a mini skirt, which matched the tie, and white dress shoes. The school actually supplied me with everything, except socks. That was something unusual that I noticed. I usually had to go buy everything or have it made.
I started to pull my lanky arms through the too-wide and too-long sleeves of my shirt. As I buttoned it, I expected it to be too loose, but it actually fit. That was odd. I kicked off my pajama bottoms and slipped into my skirt. I checked it out in my mirror. Damn. It was short. I forgot that I had gotten this uniform before I hit my growth spurt. I tried to pull it down, but it was low-cut and couldn't go down any further. I prayed I wouldn't get in trouble.
I went to my drawer to find my school socks. I finally found them after digging to the bottom of the endless piles of socks. They were still in their package. I quickly ripped it off and smoothed them out on the bed. They were the required color, black, but they weren't knee-highs, they were thigh-highs. They also had a strip of checkers at the top, to match the skirt and tie. I had about fifty pairs of these socks…somewhere. I slipped them on with ease, pulling them up as far as they would go up my legs. I hated these legs. They were such a hassle. I went back to the mirror to inspect again. There was still about five inches of leg showing. Stupid puberty.
I draped the tie around my neck as I searched for my belts in my closet. I found the two I was looking for. One was black and full of different sized holes all over it. The other was also black, but with giant X's covering it. I clipped that one on first, then the other one underneath it. I then pulled my pretty, purple wallet off my dresser, and clipped the chain onto one of the holes in the belt, and stuffed it in my skirts' pocket.
I returned to my closet to grab my shoes, then I quickly tied my tie. I looked at my clock again. 5:58 A.M. it read, mockingly. I thought I had killed more time than that. Well, I did need time to walk there. I made my bed, just to reach six A.M., and grabbed my fully loaded backpack. I practically ran down the stairs. I followed the scent of bacon into the kitchen. I saw that my family had left me two biscuits, eggs, and a small pile of bacon on the counter. Papa had probably already left for work, and mama would have taken Ami to school. I shoved a biscuit and some bacon down my throat, ignoring the fact that my parents had, again, forgotten I hated eggs. I was going to leave the remaining bacon and biscuit, but my mouth watered in objection, so I stuffed the bacon inside the biscuit in a rush. I stuffed it in my mouth and ran out into the early day light.
I yawned when I was about half way there. I couldn't understand how some people could be cheerful in the morning. Morning people were just a natural wonder to me. My mother was one. How could my own mother be a different species? Who else? Ami…Tadase…Ikuto…
IKUTO! MY DREAM!! OH MY GOD, HOW COULD I FORGET?!(A/N: lol, you guys thought I wouldn't remember, didn't you?) I recalled the previous nights' dream. It was weird that I could remember every single aspect of the dream. Usually, it was just a blur of a bunch of random things that didn't make any kind of sense. But this was a really defined dream. I could remember every single thing that happened. I went over the entire dream several times, blushing at how I acted, and how good Ikuto's voice sounded when he sang to me. I finally made myself stop thinking about it, and focused on getting to school. Then I was hit from behind.
"Yo," I heard a voice say, abruptly, from behind me. I jumped and spun around, my arms pulling into an automatic karate pose. I saw it was just Ikuto, and I laughed as I dropped my hands.
"You're too good at sneaking up on people." I said, wagging my finger at him.
"You've got acting." He said, smirking. His face was much redder in my dream. That was one of the facts that proved it was a dream. Ikuto NEVER blushes. He just doesn't.
"How'd you even find me?" I said, starting to pick my pace back up, "Don't you live on the other side of town?"
"Yeah, but I had an early start." he said, smirking at something I didn't get.
"Wait…" I started, "What school do you go to, again?" I asked, embarrassed.
"The same one you go to." He said, a bit agitated.
"Oh…yeah…eheh." I said, laughing awkwardly. Then I remembered. I was talking to the star of my dream. I turned my head to stare at him. He noticed.
"What?" he said, glaring at me.
"I had a dream about you last night." I said, bluntly, not taking my eyes from his. He turned rigid.
"You don't say…" he replied, looking away.
"It's weird that I can remember everything about it…" I went on, "Everything was all topsy-turvy though."
"How do you mean?" he asked, looking at me again.
"Well, this time, you were the one blushing, and I was the pervert." He laughed.
"That is pretty unbelievable…" he said, turning his head back to the road. It was silent for most of the remaining trip. Then I accidentally broke it.
"I love you." I said, tapping my finger to my chin as I pondered.
"What?!" he asked, turning pale.
"No, no," I said, "I'm just reciting a scene from my dream."
"…What?!" he repeated, gaining no color back.
"In my dream you said, and I quote, 'I love you. I am for the first time, and for the last time, in love. I love you, Amu Hinamori, I love you. I love you. I love you.'" I patted myself on my back, mentally, impressed by my memorization skills.
"That's…a little…" He scrambled for the right words.
"Corny?" I suggested. He pouted a bit, for some unknown reason, and replied.
"Not what I was going to say, but not incorrect." I laughed.
"Yeah…but…" I paused, "It seemed…kind of…I don't know, sweet, I guess?" he stared me down and I blushed.
"How…?" He started, expecting me to answer without him finishing his sentence.
"I don't know…I just…feel like that's how it would be, you know…if it really happened…" I blushed deeper, looking down at my feet.
"Ah." He breathed, softly. I couldn't see his expression, so I peeked. He was cheerfully smiling.
"Why the sudden change in mood?" I asked, smiling, too.
"Oh, look, we're here." He said, ignoring my question. I laughed as I followed him to the school's entrance. The high school was extremely big, compared to my previous junior high. The walls seemed to go on forever and were covered in colorful posters and flyers.
"Wow…" I said, "Now I really hope I don't get in trouble."
"Why would you get in trouble?" Ikuto asked, a crease forming between his eye brows.
"Well, you see, I got my uniform about a month and a half ago…" I started.
"Yeah…" he gestured for me to go on.
"Well, a month and a half ago, I was smaller. So my clothes are smaller now. You see, I don't Want to get in trouble for having a short skirt." I pointed to my thighs.
"I don't think anyone will tell on you…" he said, his eyes now on my uniform.
"Oh, so you think no one will notice?" I asked.
"I didn't say that." He clarified, "I just said no one will tell."
"…Alright…"I was a little confused.
"Where's your locker?" he asked, finally looking away.
"…I…I'm not sure…"I said, "It's locker number 298."
"Oh, I know where that is. Near the principal. How convenient."
"Oh, good, I needed to see him anyway." I laughed.
Ikuto led me to my locker and took off in another direction. I took care of my business with the principal, who didn't notice my uniform's malfunction, and headed to my home room. I found out that Tadase is in my class. At least that's one familiar face. I went on with the rest of the school day, but with a twist! I had a huge fever, but I couldn't figure out why.
I don't like school, so I'm skipping it. T_T
I nearly crashed into my locker when the last bell sounded. I lazily packed my backpack and headed home.
"Rough day?" I heard someone ask.
"Like you couldn't believe." I mumbled, reaching out to grab Ikuto.
"You…need anything?"he asked, uncomfortably.
"Yes." I said, "A bed. Oh, and a TV would rock."
"Well…we'll try to get home as soon as possible, then." He draped my arm around his neck and I slid my feet as fast as I could.
"Thank you." I mumbled, "I'm sorry."
"It's fine, I'm used to it." He whispered. He was pretty nice right now. I remembered my dream and blushed. He saw this and smirked.
"Am I too close?" he asked, a smile in his voice.
"On the contrary," I said, "I think we could be a little bit closer."
"…I think we need to get you home…" he said, no trace of humor left in his voice.
"Why so serious(lol), Ikuto-kun?" I joked. He didn't reply.
When we got to my house, he tried to part with me at the door. I objected.
"You're not gonna walk me to my room?" I asked, dizzily.
"No." he sounded confident.
"Why not?" I cried.
"Too tempting." He said.
"…What?" I didn't understand.
"I'm not in the mood to be interrogated by your father."
"You could handle it." I said, losing my balance. He caught me around the waist, just before I hit the pavement. That made him debate the choices for a second. But he quickly made up his mind.
"No, this is for the best." He said, shaking his head. I pouted. I didn't want to give up. Then I remembered.
"Wait! My family isn't even here! They took Ami to some tot ice-skating class, or tot croquet, or some exotic tot sport class-!" I was cut off by Ikuto's covering my mouth and pushing me against the door, gently.
"I'm not coming, I have to go home. Now." He said, loudly and clearly. He slowly lifted his hand from my mouth.
"So forceful." I said, breathing sharply, "That's kind of hot." His eyebrows pulled together and he pulled me away from the door by my elbow. He unlocked the door and pushed it open.
"Get in." he said, not looking at me.
"Ooh, I like it when you order me around." I teased. He tensed.
"In." he pushed my back and forced me through the door. I stuck my foot in the door right before it closed.
"Wait." I pleaded, "Please come. I need you." His face was hidden so I couldn't see his expression.
"Sorry." He mumbled, "I have to go."
"Meany." I said, sticking out my tongue. He shut the door in my face and I laughed. I crawled up the stairs to my room, my face sliding on the carpet. I pulled myself up by my doorknob, dragged my body to my bed, and tried to climb up. I ended up pulling off all my covers.
"Damn Ikuto." I hissed, "I wasn't joking when I said I needed you!" I felt dizzy. I went ahead and passed out on the jumble of sheets on the floor. I didn't remember anything after that.
.:Ikuto's POV:.
"Wait." she pleaded, "Please come. I need you." the sound of her voice made me cringe. But her words made me flush. Luckily my face was hidden behind her front door.
"Sorry." I said, "I have to go."
"Meany." she stuck out her tongue. I smiled to myself and playfully shut the door in her face. I hoped she would be able to make it to her room in one peace. Well, I could check. It wont count as stalking if it's for her benefit…right?
I jumped up her tree and found a comfortable spot on a large branch. It shouldn't take that long for her to limp up the stairs. I starred at her empty room for about eight minutes. Was something wrong? Did she slip? Was she hurt? Or maybe she just went to the bathroom? I then heard her door open and she crawled in. Wait…she was crawling?
She pulled her limp body over to her bed and tried to climb on top of it. She failed. Her bed clothes were scattered across the floor and she seemed to have given up.
"Damn Ikuto." she yelled, "I wasn't joking when I said I needed you!" I felt a twinge of pain shoot through my gut. I felt horrible as I watched her curl up in the pile of sheets on the floor. I wanted to curl up right next to her.
I jumped onto her balcony from my branch and entered her room the same way as always. I bent down next to her face. She was beautiful when she slept. No grief or worry shown in her face. No emotions what so ever. In fact, the only downside to this state was that her beautifully large, shimmering eyes weren't seen. I'd have to make sure I saw her right when she woke up.
I gently lifted her from the sheets and placed her on the bed. I covered her in one of the blankets and fitted the pillow under her head. I forced myself not to think much of it. I tried to think of something else I could do while I was here. Then something surprised me.
"You could cook her a meal." said a high pitched voice, coming from behind me. "She skipped lunch today."
I turned my head to see Miki, floating beside Amu's head.
"She skipped lunch?" I asked.
"She could also use a cold towel." she said, placing a tiny hand on Amu's forehead.
"Food, towel, anything else?" I asked, looking at Miki.
"Have you ever seen Amu in this state before?" she asked, turning to look at me.
"Actually, this is the first time." I said, surprised.
"Then…brace yourself." she said, floating back to her egg. She waved her tiny hand without turning around, and crawled into the egg. I didn't get it. What happens when Amu's sick?
I left her room and made my way to the kitchen to cook her a meal of some sort.
.:Normal POV:.
Amu lay asleep on her large bed, so still she almost looked lifeless. The way she slept, curled in a ball, made her look tiny compared to the bed surrounding her. She looked so still and so relaxed that you'd think nothing could penetrate this slumber. But that wasn't the case. Amu's eyes flashed open as she heard a loud thump against her balcony's door.
"Stupid Windex!" said a high, flustered voice, "It cleans way too well!" Amu gasped.
"Yoru?!" she asked, "Yoru, is that you?!"
"Yeah! Let me in, nya!" Amu jumped off her bed and ran to the door to let Yoru float in safely.
"What're ya doin' here, Yoruuu?" asked Amu, dizzily.
"Ikuto hasn't come home yet, so I thought he'd be here!"
"Naturally." said Amu, rolling her eyes, "I don' think he's here."
"You don't think?" asked Yoru.
"I'm no' sure, 'cause he said he wasn' gonna take me to my room, bu' then I passed ou' on tha floor an' I woke up on tha bed, soo…" said Amu, struggling to keep her balance.
"…What?" asked Yoru, confused by Amu's logic.
"I'd check dooooown staaaaaaaairs." said Amu, laughing and falling back on her bed.
"…Alright…" said Yoru, stunned by Amu's behavior, "Maybe you should…go back to sleep, nya."
"NONSENSE!!" yelled Amu, "I feel grrrrrrrrreat!" Yoru shook his head and floated out the door to look for Ikuto. Amu continued to laugh until she felt a sudden surge of heat flow through her body. She started to sweat and couldn't cool her face down with her hand. She stood up and waddled to her closet to find something cool. She dragged her hand across all the hanging items in her closet until she found her swimsuits.
"Yay!" she exclaimed, "Swim, swim, swimsuit!" she pulled out a black bikini her mother bought her a few weeks ago. She hadn't worn it yet, so she was excited to try it on, anyway. She pulled off her uniform quickly, and slipped on the suit just as swiftly. She was now much cooler, but still hot. She checked herself out in the mirror. It was tight fitting, but stretchy so it would hold up. "Pretty!!" she said, spinning. Then she thought that Yoru would also like it. She quickly ran out of her room and down the stairs. She stopped a few steps from the floor. She listened for any sounds of movement. Then she heard voices.
"Oh, so that's it!" said a voice Amu recognized as Yoru's.
"What do you mean?" said a new voice. Amu was now curious about who was "B" in this conversation. She made her way down the remaining stairs and followed the voices to the kitchen.
"Well," said Yoru, "She's been acting a little loopy, nya?" Amu gasped loudly.
"YORU!" yelled Amu, causing Yoru and Ikuto to turn their heads toward her, "Why're Ya bein' sooo mean, huh?" Yoru and Ikuto just continued starring, shock pasted on their faces.
"Why are you wearing a bathing suit, nya?" asked Yoru, raising a tiny eye brow.
"'Cause it's sooooo HOT in this howse, that I had tooh put on somthin' cooler…" Amu turned her head toward Ikuto, who still looked shocked, "An' why're yooou here if you said you were tooooo busy tooo help meee get to my rooom?"
"I…" Ikuto started, cut off by Amu sneezing.
"Amu, you'll just get sicker if you don't put on real clothes, nya." said Yoru, pointing to Amu's body.
"Oh YEAH!" said Amu, "Do you like my new swim suit?" she asked, turning around several times.
"Yes, nya, but that really isn't the matter at hand."
"Do you like my swimsuit, Ikutooooooo?" asked Amu, wobbling towards Ikuto, with her arms out. Ikuto stepped back and composed himself. He started to smirk as Amu walked closer.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Amu?" he said, in an annoyingly nonchalant tone.
"Whut?" said Amu, tilting her head to the left.
"To answer your question," said Ikuto, sliding his arms around Amu's waist, "Yes, I do like your swimsuit. Very much."
"YAY!" exclaimed Amu, throwing her arms into the air. "Hey, Yoruuu! Ikutooo likes my swiiimsuuuit!!"
"…I'm thinking that might not be the only thing he likes, nya…" said Yoru, starring at the scene in the kitchen. Amu tilted her head to the side with a childish smile on her face. Yoru rolled his eyes. "you're so dense, Amu…"
"Heheh, yeah." she said, with a broad grin.
"Ikuto, will you take miss loopy up to her room, please?" said, Yoru.
"Sure." said Ikuto, pulling Amu's wrist. She didn't budge.
"NO!" said Amu, shaking her head, violently, "Ooooonly if yooou carry meee!!"
"Amu…" said Ikuto, his eyebrows pulling together, "I'm not carrying you…like that."
"BUT YOU HAVE TOOOOO!!!" she whined.
"No, Amu-" started Ikuto.
"PLEEEAAASE?!" she screamed, pulling her wrist out of Ikuto's grasp and slamming both her arms down by her sides.
"Amu, I'm not going to-"
"I wooooooont goooo unless you carry meeee!!" she began to jump up and down like a stuborn child. Ikuto's eyes flashed to her chest. He immediately flushed. His expression became pained. (A/N: lol, poor Ikuto. You know you want it. XD)
"Okay…" he said, his eyes squinted, "I'll carry you…just…stop jumping." Amu stopped abruptly and grined.
"Thank you IKUTOOOOOOO!!!" she said, clapping, "I wanna be carried like a princess! Like a PRIIIINCESSSSSS!" Ikuto sighed, how hard will she make this for him?
Without another word, Ikuto lifted Amu up in bridal style, his blush remaining on his face.
"Prin-prin-pricesssss!!" sang Amu, as they headed up the stairs, "I'm a pricesssss! Right Ikuto?"
"Yes…" he said, stuggling not to look down, or think about how soft Amu's skin was.
"And Ikutooooooo's my handsoooooome
prince, riiiiiiiiiight?" she asked, looking at Ikuto,
eyes wider than usual. Ikuto stopped breathing. He didn't answer.
They reached Amu's room and Ikuto mercilessly dropped her on the bed. He sat on her desk, pinching the arch of his nose. Amu looked at him, regretfully.
"Sorry…Ikuto…" she said, looking down at her hands. Ikuto looked up, surprised. "If I…made you angry…I'm sorry…" She was talking more sensibly, though still in her high, childish voice.
"It's…not you that I'm mad at." He said, blushing a bit.
"It's okay. I mean, you can be mad at me if you want, I don't mind. I have been making a few unreasonable demands, now that I think about it." she looked down, sadly intwining her fingers.
"No, it's just-!" objected Ikuto, looking at Amu, but cutting himself off with a flush of red filling his face. He swiftly stood up and rushed to her closet, pulling out a large, grey hoodie.
"Here." he said, facing the closet as he shoved the sweater in Amu's face, "Put this on and I'll talk to you." Amu obediently took it and pulled it over her head. Ikuto then walked over to Amu's chara eggs. He flicked the green one repeatedly, until Sue floated out dizzily.
"Yes?"she asked, politly.
"Would you do me a favor?" asked Ikuto, his voice as smooth a silk.
"Uh. Um, sure-desu." she squiked, blushing.
"Will you make Amu something that will help her get well?" he gestured at Amu with his thumb.
"Okay-desu!!" she squiled, floating out of the room with delight.
"Err…Thanks…" he said.
"What was that about?" asked Amu, her eye brows raised.
"You hungry?" Asked Ikuto, looking back.
"Well…now that you mention it…" she said, thoughtfully.
"I thought so. Sue went to go fix you a meal." said Ikuto, returning to his chair. Amu's eyes widened.
"AW! Poor Sue-chan!" said Amu, pouting, "They're always more tierd when I'm sick. It must be a hassle for her."
"I don't know…" said Ikuto, "She seemed pretty happy to do so." Amu smiled warmly and Ikuto looked away.
"She's always happy to work for others…" said Amu, looking at Ikuto.
"…Yeah…" said Ikuto, blushing.
"What-Ikuto are you alright?" said Amu, worried.
"What do you mean?" he said, still looking down.
"You don't seem too well…and you're all red."said Amu.
"Oh…um…"
"OH, I know! I'll sing you a song! That always makes me feel better!"
"But…I'm not the one who's sick…" said Ikuto, though he wouldn't mind hearing Amu sing.
"Okay…how 'bout we sing together, theeeeeen??" she said, tilting her head from side to side.
"No, but-"
"Alrighty, which song do you want to sing??" said Amu, not listening to Ikuto's objection.
"I don't-"
"Ah, how 'bout a song in English? We might be in America or the U.K. or something, anyway. Who know where this fan fiction takes place(lol)?" Ikuto sighed in defeat, wait for Amu to choose a song.
"Okay…do you Know a song called…'Our time now'?" she asked Ikuto, scrolling down her little, green MP3 player with her thumb.
"Yes…" said Ikuto, unenthusiastically.
"Okay, should we sing it?"
"Yes…"
"Do you want to stand up?"
"Yes…" Amu jumped off her bed and trotted over to Ikuto, pulling him up by his wrist. Ikuto then regretted not pulling out a lerge grey pair of sweat pant to match her hoodie.
"Are you ready to rock?" said Amu, still holding on to Ikuto's wrist.
"…Yes…"
"Good to know." said Amu, plugging her MP3 player into the speakers.
"Wait Amu," He was going to grab her some pants before they started, but failed at diverting her attention.
"Too late to change your mind, Ikuto-kun." and she pushed the little play button on one of the speakers. Amu immediately sang the first 'Oh''s and nuged Ikuto in the ribs to get him ready.
(it's a sing along, folks, look the song up, plain white Tees.)
"There will be no rules tonight, if there were we'd break them…" sang Ikuto, awkwardly.
"Nothing's gonna stop us now, let's get down to it!" sang Amu, smiling and pulling Ikuto around the room.
"Nervous hands and anxious smiles, I can feel you breathing…"
"This is right where we belong! Turn up the music! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" Amu raised her hands to rest on Ikuto's shoulders as they continued to dance around the room.
"This is a dance for all the lovers-"
"Taking a chance for one another!"
"Finally it's our time now!" they sang, together. Amu slowly shifted her hands from Ikuto's shoulders to his neck. Ikuto shuddered from the sudden warmth.
"These are the times we will remember."
"Breaking the city's heart together!"
"Finally it's our time now! It's our time now!" Amu began walking backwards as she pulled her partner along with her.
"This is more than just-" at that moment, Amu tripped over her hair brush that had been dropped on the floor the day before. Ikuto slid his arms around her waist as she pulled herself up be her arms, draped around his neck, bringing their faces only a few inches apart. Amu began to sing the words the song had continued to.
"I can feel the butterflies..leading me trough it."
"…Take my heart, I'll take your hand…as we're falling under."
"This is an addiction, girl, lets give into it!"
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" Amu continued to walk back, as they both sang the 'Oh''s. She ended up tripping, again, but landing on her bed this time, Ikuto landing right on top of her.
"Ow…Ikuto…" said Amu, struggling to get from under Ikuto.
"S-sorry!" he said, flushing, and lifting himself up with his arms. He was now hovering over Amu, his arms on either side of her shoulders and his legs on either side of hers. They starred at each other for a moment, until they were interrupted.
"Who wants soup-desu?" asked a high, happy voice. Ikuto quickly jumped to the oposite side of the bed and sat there as Sue brought the tray in, hovering in front of her.
"Thanks, Sue-chan! Looks yummy!" said Amu, taking the tray from her.
"It's a special recipe! You'll be good as new by tomorrow-desu!"
"That's great…" said Amu, her warm smile on her face, once again.
"Well…I'm going to…take a nap-desu…" she floated over to her egg and climed in. Ikuto watched just so he had an excuse not to look at Amu. Then he heard a faint sissle behind him and his head spun aroud.
"AH! OW! Man! That…freakin' kills!" said Amu, pulling her hand back from the bowl. Ikuto sighed and took her hand.
"You're hopeless." he said, sticking her burt finger in his mouth.
"I-Ikuto!" She said, blushing, "Don't-No, I mean, it doesn't hurt!" She made no move to take her finger back, "Don't worry!!"
"How can I not worry?" asked Ikuto, pulling Amu's finger out of his mouth, "I mean, you almost died!"
"I…I was just kidding. It doesn't really kill…at least, not that I know of."
"Hm." said Ikuto, his eyes returning to her hand, "Does it still hurt?"
"Well…no." said Amu, examining her injury. Ikuto laughed.
"Are you going to eat?" He asked, looking at the full bowl of soup.
"Well…truthfully…I'm Kind of scared to touch the bowl." she said, glaring at her meal.
"Well, then I guess there's no other way." said Ikuto, picking up the tray and placing it in his lap.
"N-no need for drastic measures." said Amu, waving her hands in front of her, as if to say stop, it's okay.
"Nonsense." said Ikuto, filling a spoon full of soup, "You're sick, I might as well spoil you."
"But, really…" said Amu, looking for something clever to oppose with.
"Would you rather I feed you mouth to mouth?" said Ikuto, casually. Amu opened her mouth, abruptly.
"I thought so." said Ikuto, smiling. He blew the spoon and brought it to Amu's mouth. She obediently gulped it down.
"Mmm!" she exclaimed, "It's really good! Well, I'm full, so-"
"Open up." said Ikuto, another spoon full ready. Amu opened her mouth, blushing, again.
"See?" said Ikuto, pouring the soup into her mouth, "It's not so bad, right?" Amu just nodded as she gulped down her soup.
"Maybe I'll do it for you when you get sick, eh?" she said, between gulps.
"No need." said Ikuto, "I don't catch colds."
"Just wait and see." picking up the bowl and chugging the last of her meal.
"…What's that supposed to mean?" said Ikuto, lifting his chin up a fraction.
"Okay…"said Amu, placing the bowl back on the tray, "You know the common cold is highly contagious."
"…And?"
"Infact," said Amu, ignoring Ikuto, "I cought it from a kid in my class that I don't even know or sit near."
"Your point?"
"My point is that, if I could catch it from a stanger that I was in no physical contact with…" Amu grabbed Ikuto's chin and pulled his head closer to hers, "Then, what do you think would happen…if I were to do this…?"she she pulled his face in closer.
"…No." opposed Ikuto, though he made no move to get away.
"Yes." said Amu, smirking as she pulled her face.
"Amu, don-!" Ikuto was cut off by Amu pressing her lips hard on his. Ikuto fell paralyzed. He didn't want to stop, but he knew what would happen if he didn't. His conflicting thoughts ran wild as Amu continued to kiss him, forcefully. She suddenly pulled away, laughing evily.
"Let's see how cocky you are when you're home sick tomorrow!" she said, smirking.
"Amu…" said Ikuto, in shock.
"…Are you alright?" Amu asked, a bit worried. Ikuto suddenly came to his senses.
"No I'm not alright!" He said, jumping off the bed, walking backwards towards the balcony door, his eyes wide.
"…Er…"
"Dammit, Amu!" he swiftly turned around, striding towards the door, "Dammit, dammit, dammit!"
"Geez, Ikuto, chill out." Ikuto turned around and glared at her, shock still on his face, then swiftly flew out the door.
"Ikuto." she yelled right before he jumped off the balcony.
"It's not a big deal." she yelled, walking out to the balcony and leaning over the rail. She laughed when he showed no response as he walked down the road. "See you tomorrow!" she said, as she turned to go back inside.
The next day…
Amu walked down the hall, peering at students near their lockers, searching for Ikuto. She spotted the back of his head and ran over to greet him.
"Hey, Ikuto." she said in his ear, "What's up?"
"Nothing…much." he said, his head still stuffed in his locker.
"Hey, sorry about yesterday." he turned his head to look at her. His mouth was covered with a flu mask.
"Yeah."
"I can't believe I gave you a cold. Sucks, eh?" she nuged him in his shoulder.
"Yeah." he glared at her.
"Yep." Amu nodded, "I guess I went a little to far when I kissed you, huh? Now you're all down with the sickness." Ikuto's eyes widened.
"You remember?"
"Well…I remember everything that happened after I ate the soup."
"How convenient."
"Yes, indeed."she chuckled.
"Well, are you heading home?"
"Yeah, but I'm sure you wouldn't wanna come with me." she looked down.
"Nonsense." he said, closing his locker.
"Huh?"
"You're still recuperating, right? I have to come. It's precautionary." Amu smiled.
"Thanks. You spoil me."
"I know."
FakeMustache:Well, there you have it! DONE! Prolly wont be a new chapter for a while. I'm going through the ever famous writters' block. I got the idea of a cold from myself. Influenza.
Amu:Is that why you wouldn't talk to us? And why you forgot to do the disclaimer at the beginning?
FakeMustache:Yes, yes. Sorry, Amu. I wont do it again…meh, I might. Oh, also, I was told that the Amu and Ikuto in my story are a bit too OOC? Now…if someone can tell me what OOC means it would rock my socks. I'm a noob.
Ikuto:Well, I'm sure that, whatever it means, it implies that you are a sucky writter. After all, you are only…how old are you?
FakeMustache:Thriteen…I MEAN IT'S A SECRET!!!! %$&%!!
Amu:Lol. FakeMustacheCuzDatsHowIRoll Does not own Shugo Chara or any of its' characters. All rights go to its' respected owner, Peach Pit. Or whatever company.
FakeMustache:See you all later! Like…really, really later. And please, review. Your kind words make me feel good. One almost made me cry. It was from Kendran. Very kind. I wish I could meet you, Kenran!!! Well, bye!