FakeMustache: Well, hai! So I heard you like shugo chara!

Amu: Wow. Look at all that red underlining the words spell-check doesn't understand.

FakeMustache: It's coo'. It won't show them when it's uploaded. ^_^

Ikuto: But you'll still know they were there.

FakeMustache: Hey, stop ruining my moment in the spotlight and go…bring sexy back…or something.

Amu: I'd like to see that.

Ikuto: Don't give her ideas.

FakeMustache: Sorry…well, anyway, I've got a treat for you guys!

Amu: GASP! OMG! What could it be?!

FakeMustache: This chapter will be in…AMU'S MOM'S POV! How unexpected!

Amu: What the hell?

Ikuto: How is this a treat? Can you take authors off your alert?

FakeMustache: Okay, I was just Joshin'. But, after that smart-ass comment, Ikuto-kun, I think I'll do it in your POV…bitch.

Amu: OH! She said comment!

Ikuto: Well, whatever. No one reads this anyway.

FakeMustache&Amu: BOO. That's rude. Be nice to our fans…bitch.

Ikuto:…What the hell? Stop calling me a bitch.

FakeMustache: Stop acting like one.

Amu: Yeah, and take your shirt off!

FakeMustache:…What?

Amu: Nothing, FMCTHIR doesn't own Shugo Chara. But, you know this.

FakeMustache: Please enjoy. Oh, and thanks to all you caring people who told me what OOC means. And, yes, they are fairly out of character. I like them this way, so, if you don't, you can go die in a hole…bitch.

Ikuto's POV

I walked home after dropping Amu off. I shoved my hands in my pocket, thinking. About a lot of things. But, mostly about Amu. And what she did to me. What an un-romantic kiss. I didn't think a girl was capable of such a thing. I mean, really? I had anticipated the moment we would kiss(And, yes, we definitely would kiss.) over and over in my mind since I returned home from the states. But, no matter how un-romantic it was, it was still a kiss. But, not our REAL kiss. Just a little 'chu' that was brought on by a fever and myself. I hope she'll kiss me 'for real' soon…How low have I sunken?

How much had Amu screwed me up? My face was always bright red around her, (though she wouldn't remember or she'd think it was a dream) even though I spent years practicing hiding my emotions so precisely, even Utau couldn't figure me out. I kind of hated Amu right now. But all that would just be washed away by my overwhelming love for her. I don't even have trouble admitting it anymore. I sighed out loud. What have I become? (A/N: Human.)

I began to think about her again. Her eyes, her smile, her cheeks when she blushed. She was absolutely adorable, I thought. I wanted her so badly. I felt addicted to seeing her. In fact, sometimes my mouth would water just thinking about her. I'm such a pervert. On that note, I started thinking about her…body. She has grown so much since I was gone…in more ways than one, actually. She's so tall and so slim…and very well endowed…VERY well endowed…and when we danced around her room…the way she moved to the music, how she felt in my arms…I almost did something I would've regretted. She needs to be more careful around me. I mean, putting on that bathing suit in front of me… My mouth began to water. Just thinking about how she looked in that revealing outfit…I've never thought about another girl this way…Well, girl really doesn't fit. But woman isn't right, either. She's more of a…chick. A very sexy chick. Very, VERY sexy. I really want her…dammit. I wonder how she feels…about me. She did kiss me…but it wasn't a real kiss. Maybe I'll pull another visit tonight. If I keep doing this I'm bound to see something I don't want to…or something I really, really want to…My thoughts argued with each other about whether or not I should go to her house tonight. I was on the brink of decision, when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my back pocket and answered it without checking the caller-ID.

"Hello?" I asked. No answer. "Hello?" This time I heard a few sniffs.

"I…Ikuto…" I recognized this voice better than I recognized my own. It was Amu. And she was crying.

"Amu? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I rushed through my words, waiting for a response.

"R…Ran…chan…Miki-chan…Sue-chan…Th…they're gone…" I sighed with relief.

"Amu, are you sure you haven't just misplaced their eggs?" I asked.

"No! Dia-chan, she…she…told me that they…don't exist anymore. She said they're gone, and…I…" she sobbed, and I felt a shot of pain shoot through my gut, "I don't know what I'll do without them!!"

"Amu…" I said, longing to hold her, "Are…your parents home?"

"No…but…"

"Then I'm on my way." I said, hanging up the phone.

I sprinted down the sidewalk, searching for her house. I then realized something. Yoru…he wasn't here. He wasn't here this morning, either. I had just thought he had rolled under the bed, or something…He must be gone, too. I'd miss the little guy… I climbed Amu's tree and jumped onto her balcony. She jumped off her bed and pulled the door open. Her eyes were brimming with tears as she stared into mine. She thrust her arms around me, sobbing into my chest. I lifted her up in, and carried her to her bed. I sat down, leaning against her bed post, and placed her in my lap, her back facing me. She sobbed and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my chest. She continued to sob. I felt useless. All I could do was comfort her.

"Amu…I'm sorry." I said, hesitantly, "I wish…I could do more for you." Amu's sobbing suddenly stopped.

"What…do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"I know all I can do is comfort you and…I know it isn't enough." I stared at her hair, waiting for a response.

"…I disagree." she said, her voice still unsteady.

"Huh?" she pulled my grip from around her and twisted around to where she was now facing me, still sitting in my lap, her legs on either side of mine. She looked into my eyes, hers glimmering with her tears. She slowly slid her arms around my back into a tight grasp. She rested her cheek on my chest.

"This is more than enough." she whispered. My heart beat suddenly quickened, and she could probably feel it. But I didn't care. I wrapped one arm around her waist and slid my other hand through her hair. I used that hand to press her against me more. Both for her benefit and my pleasure.

"Amu." I said, looking at her face.

"Yes?" she whispered.

"I know it's not the same, but…" I hesitated.

"Mhmm…"

"I…will always be here for you." I saw a blush grow on her face as she tightened her grip on me, if that was possible.

"Thank you." she mumbled into my shirt. She was still the most adorable little addiction I've ever had. I combed through her hair with my fingers. It was extremely soft. I always knew girls had soft hair, but…Amu's had a unique texture to it. It was extremely favorable, running my hand through it. I did enjoy this silence. Just me and Amu, softly embracing each other. This moment was a rare one, so I decided to push my luck.

"Amu…how do you feel…about me?" I asked, seriously.

"HUH?!" she yelled, letting me go and staring up at me, her face bright pink. "Um…I…um…that's-!"she suddenly stopped screaming. She looked down at our position, which neither of us had noticed. It was a very suggestive position, indeed. She blushed deeper, as did I. We looked at each other, both our faces red. "S-s-s-s-sorry, Ikuto! I…Um-!" I pulled her back into my hold. She looked surprised. "I…Ikuto?"

"I like this position better." I said, blushing furiously. She saw this.

"Ikuto…" she said, her eyes focused on mine, the red still covering her cheeks and nose. She looked at me warmly, tears filling her eyes again. She rose up, now on her knees, slightly higher than me. I was now eyelevel with her collar bone. She pulled my head into her chest. "You're such a pervert." I listened to her unsteady heart beat, which matched mine. This just made me wonder more. How does Amu feel about me? But, I won't ask again. This position was nice, too. Really comfortable. I may have to fight a nosebleed back.

"Ikuto." she said, her hands in my hair.

"Yeah?" I said, my heart speeding with the sound of her voice saying my name.

"I can't say." she said, playing with my hair.

"I'm sorry?" I said, shivering with pleasure.

"I honestly cannot say…how I feel about you. I…have never had a feeling like this and it's too hard to explain…" I peeked up at her. She was blushing. Still adorable. I found myself smiling. She looked down at the grinning me. I couldn't stop myself. I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her back into my lap. She had a cutely shocked look on her face. She was terribly cute. I hugged her tight. I never wanted to let go. She was extremely soft and I felt like this was how it should be. No matter how she felt about me, this was what was right. She still hadn't moved since I started to hug her. Not one word said. There wasn't a need for words right now. I was still smiling, madly. I decided to peek at her face. She was smirking. Wait…?

"You know…Ikuto…I've never seen you smile like this before." she said, stretching my cheeks.

"Well, there's always an unexpected moment to come in fan fiction."

"What?"

"Nothing." I pulled her face in close to mine.

"Wha-what are you d-doing, I-I-I-I-Ikuto?!" she stuttered, her hands still cupping my face. I smiled, again. I pulled my face closer to hers. I pressed my lips right to the edge of hers and kept them there for a full ten seconds. When I pulled back, her face was bright red. Her eyes were wide with shock and her mouth slightly gaping. I chuckled. Still, I would've gladly kissed her on the lips. Her soft, moist lips…but, doing that would lead to something I don't want. After all, no matter how much training I've been through, I'm still a teenage male. And we have our cravings. But…Amu's more of a necessity.

"Silly little Amu." I said, wagging my finger at her, "Did it not even cross your mind that I might want revenge for what you did yesterday?"

"IKUTO!" she yelled, her forehead on my neck as she repeatedly slapped my chest, "Stupid! Idiot! Pervert!" she started to laugh, and grabbed me again. The laughing died and she started cry a bit more. I wish she wouldn't, though. When she cried, it made me want to hold her and that would just lead me back to that thing I said about teenage males.

"I'm going to miss Yoru, too." I said, pulling her closer.

"I had a feeling…he'd be gone, too…" sobbed Amu.

"Do you think…you'll ever stop missing them?" I asked, as her arms pulled me closer to her, too.

"Yeah," she smiled at me, "'cause I've got you, Ikuto!"

"Wh…" I started blushing, again.

"I'm sure if I spend time with Ikuto, I wont be able to think about anything else. I can always let my guard down around you." she grinned.

"…Don't be so sure…" I said, looking her in the eyes.

"Huh?"

"I mean," I said, pushing her over on the bed, "I can be…" I pinned her wrists down on the bed and placed my legs on either side of her thighs, "Really dangerous, if I tried." her eyes were wide, staring up at me. I moved my head closer until our faces where so close, my lips brushed hers as I spoke. She blushed when this happened.

"I'm…not…worried." she said. I felt her lips move on mine and shivered again, "I know…you wont do anything to hurt me…and…even if you did, I wouldn't mind…if it was Ikuto. But, only Ikuto." I blinked. Was she serious?

"Amu…you…" we heard a car pull up to the driveway, and Amu raised her head a fraction, to check, and our lips were suddenly pressed together. My eyes were wide, staring at her. Hers were also wide, realizing what she had done. Our lips only pressing together, very softly, felt so nice. Such a simple kiss brought me so much pleasure. No matter how long we stayed together this way, I couldn't pull back and neither could she. We were completely paralyzed and stuck to each other. Our eyes locked together, just like our lips.

We heard the front door unlock, but we still stayed together. We heard Amu's name being called, but we still stayed together. We heard footsteps walking up the stairs to Amu's room, but we still stayed together. We heard Amu's door open and a gasp from her father, but we still stayed together.

Her father obviously thought I had forced her into it, considering the position.(Me hovering over her and pinning her down by her wrists.) He angrily moved over to me and pulled me off Amu by my arm. He then pulled Amu up by hers. We both followed him, still wide-eyed, and staring straight ahead.

"MAMA!" yelled her father, once we were at the bottom of the stairs, "Look what I found in Amu-chan's room!" Amu's mother came rushing in, carrying a spatula. She gasped.

"Ikuto-kun! How nice to see you again! Would you like to stay for dinner?" she said, smiling at me. She had the same smile as Amu, so, of course, I blushed.

"No! Mama! You know what I found them doing?" he asked, flailing his arms everywhere, ours going with his, "He pinned Amu-chan DOWN! He pinned her down and kissed her! He was kissing her right when I walked in! He didn't even have enough shame to stop when I came in! Who knows what would've happened if I hadn't come in when I had!"

"Ikuto-kun…pinned Amu-chan down…and kissed her?" Asked Amu's mother. Amu's father nodded. She looked at me for a moment, then raised her hand with a "thumbs-up" and winked at me. "Good job. Ikuto-kun."

"What? NO, MAMA-!" yelled her father, again. But he was cut off.

"Ikuto-nii san?" said Ami, peeking out from behind her mother. I waved with my free hand. She ran over to me and hugged my knees. "Papa, stop being mean to nii-san!"

"No, Ami-chan! You don't know what happened!" he replied, finally letting our arms go.

"Uh-huh!" she yelled, "I heard Papa screaming from my room!!"(A/N: okay, spell-check keeps correcting my words, so I can't make them all cute and stuff, so I'm sorry. L)

"See, Papa, you're always too loud." said Amu's mother. I laughed and Amu's father shot a glare at me.

"I know what I saw!!" he yelled, "And he was pinning Amu-chan down on her bed and-and kissing her!!" Amu's mother sighed.

"Amu-chan. Were you pinned on the bed by Ikuto-kun?" Amu nodded. Honesty is a virtue, I suppose. "Alright, and did he kiss you against your will?" Amu shook her head.

"An obvious lie!" yelled her father, "She just wants to protect the pervert from our wrath!!" I laughed again, but he didn't notice.

"Papa, why would she want to protect him if he sexually harassed her?" Amu's father started thinking.

"Th-that's true…but, Amu did say he pinned her down!" We heard a long intake of breath from Amu and turned our heads towards her.

"Ikuto came over to comfort me because I had lost something important. I clumsily told him how I could always let my guard down around him and he pinned me down on the bed to prove how dangerous he could be. Our heads were already quite close and I heard your car pull up and my head moved up by instinct. When this happened-" she took another breath, "-I accidentally kissed Ikuto, so, I'm obviously the one at fault. And, no offense, Papa, but I think I would know what happened, seeing as I was there." Her parents stared at her, wide-eyed.

"That's…a pretty convincing story." said her mother.

"We-well, if that's what happened, then why didn't you stop kissing her? Why didn't you jump off the bed of something?!" He was staring at me. I thought about the question. Why didn't I jump off her? Well, obviously, I love her. I blushed thinking about it. I couldn't answer him, so I looked down.

"Papa…" said Amu, but she stopped suddenly. I looked over at her. She was looking at her father. I turned my head to look at him. He was smiling a very warm smile at me. Wait…?

"Ikuto-san. It's very rude not to answer questions." so the smile was all an act? "Are you going to stay for dinner or not?" what?

"Papa…what about your question?" asked Amu's mother.

"Huh? Oh, he answered mine." he looked at me again and nodded. So he could tell just by looking at me?

"Oh…well, Ikuto-kun? Staying for dinner?" Asked her mother.

"Yeah! Stay nii-san! Stay for dinner!" said Ami, hopping up and down.

"…Sure?" I said, looking at Amu's father. He smiled again.

"Well, I was cooking just now, so if you guys could wash up and set the table that would rock." said Amu's mother, smiling.

"Mama, don't say 'that would rock', it sounds weird." said Amu, laughing.

"Well, I'm a 'hip' and 'cool' mother. I can use these words." she said, sticking her tongue out. "Ikuto-kun."

"Y-yes?" I said, looking up.

"Is there anything you'd like for dinner?" she asked, smiling.

"No. Whatever you make is fine." I said.

"Alright. Amu-chan?"

"Nope." she said, shaking her head.

"Alright. Go wash up, you guys. And take Ami-chan too." she turned and walked back to the kitchen. Me and Amu looked at each other, smirking.

"That was close!" said Ami, wiping her forehead for dramatic effect.

"Yep." said Amu, picking Ami up, "We almost had to lie…"

"You guys weren't lying?" said Ami.

"Nope. Not even once." said Amu, smiling.

"You should follow in our footsteps, Ami." I said, patting her head as we climbed up the stairs, "We're good role models."

"Obviously." said Amu, smirking, again.

"Yep!" said Ami, hugging her sister. We walked into the bathroom and set Ami on a stool so she could reach the sink.

"Ami, how's preschool?" Amu asked, turning the water on.

"I like it! It's fun!" she said, smiling.

"Oh, to be a child." said Amu, "Remember this feeling, Ami, 'cause when you're my age you will no longer like school."

"Why not?" she asked, curiously.

"The work is much harder and the lessons are a lot more boring. No more arts and crafts and no more nap time."

"I don't like nap time." said Ami, frowning.

"I'd kill to have nap time in our class." I said, drying my hands.

"But it's not fun! All we do is lay down and I don't sleep, 'cause I'm not tired! I don't like nap time!!"

"Remember those words, Ami." said Amu, helping Ami wash her hands. "Do you have any friends in class?"

"Yep. Everyone is my friend!" she said, "But not the boys, 'cause they're not nice."

"Are they mean to you?" she asked, drying her hands.

"Not just me, to all the girls. But not this boy named Dominic, he is nice. And he has pretty eyes, and his hair smells good, and he lets me use his crayons. And he has the big box of crayons that has a sharpener in the back so if it goes down then if he puts it in the sharpener it makes it pointy." she said, smiling.

"Does Ami have a crush on Dominic?" I asked, looking at her. She blushed.

"No! 'Cause he doesn't like Ami! 'Cause he didn't talk to me today but he talked to everyone else!"

"Maybe he likes you, Ami." said Amu, picking Ami up again.

"Didn't you listen to me?" said Ami, staring at Amu, "Clean Your ears, Nee-chan." I laughed. Amu glared at me. Ah, how the awkwardness had faded.

Me and Amu set the table for the meal and we all ate together, Amu's father conversing with me, surprising me.

"And how's Aruto-san?" he asked, about halfway into the meal.

"Fine." I said, avoiding the conversation.

"Doing well, eh? How's his record deal? Is he out a lot?" he, obviously, didn't catch my hint.

"Um, it's good. He's been doing a lot of work at home, actually. He has…a studio."

"Yeah?" his eyes widened, "Well, I guess your house is fairly big, eh? Plenty of spare rooms."

"Mn." I hummed, stuffing a piece of baked potato in my mouth as another hint.

"Does he practice with his whole band in the room?" he continued, anyway.

"No."

"Then, how does…?"

"They all separately record their music then they edit it all." I said, quickly.

"Hm. So, you like your dad's music, then?" I smiled down at my plate.

"Of course." Those were the final words spoken throughout the rest of the meal. When I was done eating I offered to help with the dishes but was turned down, seeing how it was getting late and I needed to get home. I was offered a ride home by Amu's father. I politely declined.

"Oh, no need." I said, "I wouldn't want to trouble you."

"Nonsense." said Amu's father, "It's way too dark for you to walk by yourself. The logical thing to do is drive you home."

"But, really." I pushed, "It's not to far and I know my way around."

"I insist." said Amu's father, "Besides, I need to talk to you about something, anyway." hadn't we done enough talking during dinner?

"Well…" I said, awkwardly, "If you insist." how could I decline?

We walked out the door, waving goodbye to Amu's family. I made an effort not to meet Amu's eyes.

The warm night air felt uncomfortable, seeing as we were just in an air-conditioned room. I walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. The car was warmer then the air. I sat down, and buckled up. I didn't know what was in store for me, as I sat there, staring out the window, waiting to hear the cars' engine rumble. It did. Amu's father drove us off the driveway, into the street. I took a slow, quiet breath through my nose and held it. I waited in silence for Amu's father to strike up an unwanted conversation, which I knew he would. I was about to let the air out of my mouth, when he finally spoke.

"So you love Amu-chan, eh?" he asked me, casually. I choked out my air in an obnoxious gag, my eyes watering. He laughed. "I guess that's a yes, then." I felt my face get hotter. Did my façade not pass as efficient? How could someone already know? I looked up at him.

"How…" I started, my face still red. He looked at me then looked back at the road.

"You and me…believe it or not, are alike." I snorted, and he chuckled, "Well, in one way, at least. You see, when I fell in love with Amu-chan's mother, I did not want a soul to know about it. I always felt like a pervert when I thought about her, and I always did my best to keep my distance from her. But always found myself…getting closer and closer…" I listened to him a bit more than usual. The way he described it…was exactly the same as how I felt. "Well, you see, I could tell liked her ever since you came home from your trip. But, I didn't think you loved her. That's why I always got mad at you for getting anywhere near her. But…today…when you hesitated while I interrogated you…that answered my question better than any words could've. I knew you felt the same way about Amu-chan…as I did about her mother. I knew that that was love…no, that was true love. And, even if I'm the father, there's nothing I could do to stop true love."

"Then you should support me." I said, half smiling. He laughed.

"I might as well. I'd rather it be you…than anyone else." he said, smiling. I was starting to like him, more than I thought I possibly could.

"Would you mind if I…asked you a question?" I asked.

"Shoot." he replied, with a grin.

"How did you end up together with your wife?" his grin faded, and his cheeks burned red.

"Wh-wh-wh-what kind of question is that, Ikuto?!" he yelled. I held in my laughter. "We-we're here. Have a good night."

"Good night." I said, smirking. He drove away from my house, his face flushed. I finally let out my laugh.

"Ikuto?" yelled a voice. I turned and saw Utau sticking her head out the window. "Was that Amu-chan's dad? Did you eat dinner with them?! How could you not even think of inviting me?! I'm not letting you inside!" I laughed again as I walked to the door. I was thankful I didn't think of inviting Utau. Then I probably wouldn't have had such a conversation with Amu's father. I knocked on the front door.

"Utau, open up." I yelled.

"Beg me." she said. I heard the smirk in her voice.

"Please…let me in?" I said.

"I don't think you really, really mean it." she peeked out the window, again.

"Please, let me in the house, Utau-sama." I said, kneeling down in front of the door. Utau's eyes filled with tears as she pointed and laughed at me. I wasn't in the mood to pick a fight.

"Alright!! Alright, I believe you!! I'm coming!" she said, holding in her laughter as she walked to the door. I was on my feet before the door was open. I walked through, flicking Utau's forehead as I made my way to my room. Before I got there, I noticed a pile of suit cases in the living room.

"Are…we going somewhere?" I asked, walking back.

"Me and dad are going to the U.S. to perform. I'll be singing along with his band! I'm so excited!" she squealed.

"And when were you going to tell me this?" I asked, agitated. She looked just as angry.

"I told you a week ago! Hell, you were there when we got the offer! But, I bet all your thoughts were clouded with Amu-chan, eh?" she smirked at the end of her ramble. My eyebrows pulled together.

"So…I'm expected to be here alone with Tadase?" I asked, ignoring her Amu comment.

"Well, no…Tadase's going to his grandmother's home for a while. He really misses her. He'll come back the day after we get back." she said.

"And…when will that be?"

"In a fortnight." she said, smiling a bit.

"…Did you really just say 'fortnight'?"

"I always wanted to…"

"So, I'm supposed to be here alone for two weeks while everyone else is out having a good time?"

"Well, it's your own fault!" she yelled, "We asked you if you wanted to go! You declined. Rudely, might I add!" she was pissed now. I guess my plan to not pick a fight had failed.

"Oh…sorry." I said. She looked upset. Then something clicked in her head.

"Hey, you know what? You don't have to be alone." her voice faded to a whisper, "Invite Amu-chan over. Every night. Then, all of us will be having a good time." I pulled away from her and walked to my room in strides. That was dangerous, Utau. I thought, I could never get that close to Amu. If I did…well…you know. I could never do that to her. It was way to selfish. I blushed, imagining Amu sitting on the bed I was staring at. It's way too risky. I couldn't do it. Besides, how would I even ask her? I could say I'm really lonely all by myself. I wouldn't be lying…yes I would be. I could…study with her? Or…I could say I was studying with her. We probably wont do much studying when she comes over here. Wait…SHE WAS NOT COMING OVER HERE! No way in hell…unless I ask really nicely. No! I will not say a word about it to Amu. Well…I'll just tell her. And if she wants to come…she can come. But ONLY if she WANTS to. No matter how much I want her to, it's up to her. That's final…

FakeMustache: Ahh. Thank goodness I've finished this chapter. I'm sorry I've made you all wait so long.

Amu: What a sad chapter.

Ikuto: I thought the outcome of this chapter went very nicely.

Amu: But, I-!

FakeMustache: Amu, shut up! I was just praised…by Ikuto! Never before-!

Ikuto: And never again.

Amu: Senior class of two thousand ten!

FakeMustache: I'm no senior…

Amu: But it rhymed!

Ikuto: That it did.

FakeMustache: But…I'm no senior!

Amu: *shrugs* Such is life.

FakeMustache: :' { R&&R, por favor.

Ikuto: We all love you.

Amu: He just really didn't want to be called a bitch?

FakeMustache: No, no. It's just that I finally got over my obsession with him, so now he's thankful.

Amu: Is that right, Ikuto?

Ikuto: …What? Huh? Uhm, yeah, I agree.

Amu: …What?

Ikuto: Nothing, R&R.

Amu: She…she said that! This is SO OOC!

FakeMustache: OMG! I know what that means now!