FakeMustache: Okay, I still have no idea what to write about since you guys DIDN'T HELP. Well, a little, I guess.
Amu: Is this one going to be in my POV again?
FakeMustache: Yep. Might as well be. Might switch around a bit.
Ikuto: Sounds good.
Amu: Are we gonna…(whispers)do it?
FakeMustache: Do what?
Amu: You know…it!
FakeMustache: …Yeah? I don't know?
Amu: …Never mind.
Ikuto: FakeMustache doesn't own "Shugo Chara" in any way, shape, or form. All rights go to the respected owner, Peach Pit.
FakeMustache: Let the games begin! …OH! You meant sex! Lolz, we'll see.
.:Amu's POV:.
I couldn't lie to myself. I was nervous about sleeping in the same house as Ikuto. I was known to do odd things in my sleep when I was nervous. I remember Mama told me I walked into her bed and talked in my sleep years ago. It was the night before my school play. Nerves effect me in an abnormal way.
But that wouldn't happen tonight, seeing as I couldn't fall asleep knowing who's house I was in. And thinking about how I felt for this person. My heart kept me awake. I breathed slowly. If I didn't sleep Ikuto would notice. And I wouldn't want him to think he was the reason I stayed awake. Though…it was true. I let my eyelids slowly close and cleared my mind. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
I fell asleep! Yes! I sure showed you, Ikuto! Take that! Ah, I was awake now, though. I didn't want to be, though. I slept but I didn't sleep enough. I kept my eyes shut, but the black darkness had been replaced with red light. I turned over. Bad idea. The sun was risen in the direction I turned. I flipped back over and hit something hard(A/N: That's what she said.).
"Oh, sorry." I said, not opening my eyes. No reply. I wondered what I hit. I popped one of my eyes open. I knew it in the back of my mind. Ugh, I shouldn't have slept. I was fully awake now. "Hi, Ikuto." I said.
"Good morning." he said, a small smile on his face. I looked up at the wall to avoid blushing. It was gleaming in the sun. UGH! I wrapped my arms around Ikuto and stuffed my face in his shirt.
"Ikuto!" I said into his shirt, "Tell the sun to…stop shining." He chuckled. I was sure I would blush, so I stuffed my face in his shirt more. He smelled nice, anyway.
"Not a morning person, I see." said Ikuto, calmly.
"Not in the least. But I know you are." I said, peeking up at him. Aww. He was blushing. He's so cute.
"I've just gotten used to waking up with the sun." he said, looking away. I stretched up and pecked his cheek. He blushed deeper. Ha, he looked like me. He started to lean in closer, probably wanting more than a peck, the pervert. I didn't want to kiss him without brushing my teeth, first. I flipped off him and looked around the room. It was Ikuto's room, so I had definitely walked in on him in my sleep. His room looked a little too neat. I guess Ikuto was weird that way.
"How'd I get in here?" I asked, knowing the answer. I really just wanted to start a conversation.
"I'm honestly not sure." he said, raising his eyebrows, "I just woke up at a point and you were…here."
"Hm. So, what did I say?" I asked. He looked surprised.
"What?"
"What did I say? In my sleep. I know I mumble in my sleep when I've slept walked."
"Um…I didn't really…pay attention…?" he said, blushing.
"Fair enough." I said, stretching. If he didn't want to tell me, he didn't want to tell me.
"Hm? Really?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yep. It's your life, tell me what you will." I wrapped my arms around him and cuddled up to him.
"I don't believe you." he said, simply.
"How so?" I asked, talking into his neck.
"I bet it's going to turn against me, in the end." he said, his jaw clenching. He was probably trying to ignore me so I wouldn't get to him. Smart kid. I stretched up and kissed his upper jaw.
"That's mean, Ikuto-kun." I said softly into his ear, "You know you don't believe I'd be that harsh." he shivered. Heh, he was right where I wanted him.
"No, it's just--" he started, stopping abruptly after feeling me nip his ear. He shivered again. Ikuto, you're such a pervert. I placed my hand on his cheek and softly turned his head to face me.
"Ikuto…please tell me you don't really believe that." I said, moving closer.
"O…of course not." he said, his parted lips barley moving them.
"Good." I whispered, barely touching my lips to his. He was about to press in, when I flipped off him and jumped from the bed. I dusted off my pants and walked through the door, straight faced. I walked to the bathroom and pulled my toothbrush from the cabinet. I was brushing when Ikuto walked in.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, looking pissed. I wanted to laugh. I grunted through my toothbrush. I really didn't say anything but I wanted to respond. I finished up quickly and looked up at him.
"It was a joke~." I sang, winking at him.
"That was pretty harsh." he said, rubbing his neck.
"Hm. Indeed." I said, walking from the bathroom. I yawned and stretched as I made my way to the kitchen. I pulled a bowl from the cabinet and a box of cereal from the shelf. I poured my breakfast and mixed in the milk, when I heard Ikuto walk in.
"Hungry?" I asked, trying not to smile.
"No." he said, expectation in his voice.
"Ahh, Ikuto, breakfast is important meal of the day." I stated, putting the milk away.
"What was with that?" he asked, irritation in his voice.
"With what?" I joked.
"Come on, Amu."
"Well," I picked up my breakfast and walked over to him, "Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."
"Well, what do you want?" he asked, eagerly.
"Tell me what I said in my sleep." I said, stuffing some cereal in my mouth.
"Well, that's…impossible."
"Why?"
"You didn't say anything." he said, shrugging.
"I didn't say anything?"
"That's right."
"Hm. Well, whatever. Kissing was fun while it lasted, eh?" I nudged him in the ribs.
"No, Amu, I'm serious. You didn't say a single thing…that made any sense." he said, honesty smothering his words.
"Oh, really?" I asked, "Well, if none of it made sense then why not tell me?"
"I just…cannot recall."
"Bullshit." I said, simply. I wasn't one to curse, well…not this much, but I hated it when Ikuto kept things from me. And I hated keeping things from him, too. We were close enough to share everything, so what was the need for secrets?
"Amu, I just…didn't pay any attention."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I was a bit…preoccupied."
"With…?"
"Well…I had had an unexpected visitor pop in on me in the middle of the night. I was a bit busy trying not to…um…do anything." I absolutely believed him, now. Besides, not point in arguing. I don't know what I'd do if he crawled in my bed late at night. I completely understood what he was saying. Well…it was me in love with him, though, not the other way around.
"Haha, I see." I said, awkwardly. I looked up at him, apologetically. I opened my mouth to say something, but instead stuffed another spoonful of cereal into it, due to lack of creativity.
"But…" he said, smirking slightly, "I do remember you saying something about me."
"Oh really?" I asked, with forced fake curiosity.
"Oh, you know, just how you love me." He said, his smirk growing.
"Pfft." I scoffed. He frowned. I had to scoff, I couldn't tell him I loved him!
"Didn't fool you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Ha, you were close." I said, stuffing more cereal in my mouth.
"Hey, you know it's not good to eat standing up." he said.
"Well, you're the one keeping me here." I said, shrugging. I walked past him to the living room. I plopped on my chair and flipped the TV on. I flipped a bit, stopping on Saturday morning cartoons. Oh, to be a child again.
"Is it alright to eat in the living room?" I asked, not caring what the answer was.
"Why not be rebellious?" he joked.
"Ikuto, I'm sorry, I'm a little grumpy in the morning. And I was hungry, so that only added to my torturous intent." I said, honestly.
"Yeah, you fell asleep yesterday after barely eating." he said, sitting on the couch.
"Yeah, thanks for CARRYING ME TO THE BED, PREVERT." I said, laughing.
"Still feeling torturous?" he asked, warily.
"Heheh, no I'm teasing you out of love."
My spoon slipped through my fingers and clattered in my bowl. "Oops." I mumbled, "Maybe I shouldn't eat in the living room." I looked over at Ikuto. He was looking at me, blankly, though his eyebrows were raised.
"You alright there, bud?" I asked, joking, though no humor in my voice. I really didn't mean to say I loved him, but it popped out, even if it sounded like a joke. I'd have to wait for the regret to come, but until then I'd be abnormally mellow.
"I should probably be asking you the same thing." he said, pointing to my shirt. It was soaked with milk. Shoot.
"Aww, man…"I said, still calm, "Ikuto, can I borrow your washing machine?" he looked at me, a crease between his eyebrows.
"Sure…" he said, still looking at me.
"Thanks," I said, still looking blankly at my shirt. I jumped from the chair and walked to the kitchen and rinsed my bowl. I then walked to Utau's room and searched through my bag. It was hot today, so I should dress light. But I still wanted to dress nice for Ikuto. I pulled a pair of black shorts from the bag. Then a ripped black T-shirt and a blue tank top. I searched a bit more and found a pair of socks and some underwear. I quickly changed and barrowed a pair of blue high-tops from Utau's closet. They reached up to my knees. Good thing me and Utau were roughly the same size.
I checked myself out in the mirror. The T-shirt went well with the tank top that was under it. My shorts were nearly covered by my shirt, and had buckles hanging from both sides. They reached almost to mid-thigh. Then my black socks reached a few inches above Utau's shoes, which matched my tank top. I looked pretty snazzy, if I do say so myself. I brushed my hair out and tied it loosely to the side in a little blue bow I stole from Utau's dresser.
I walked with my pajamas to the laundry room(I remembered how to get there from my previous sleep-over's with Utau). I washed them on the smallest setting, pouring only a bit of detergent. I turned to walk back to the living room.
.:Ikuto's POV:.
Amu left the room, emotionless. What the hell happened? She was her hyper, cheery self a few moments ago. Did I…say something? I didn't say anything, did I? I heard the washing machine start with an obnoxious rumble. I waited for Amu to walk in, a bit anxious. Was she still acting strange, or would she have gotten over what ever I said to offend her. She finally walked in. I had to refrain from dropping my jaw, literally. She knew what she was doing to me, she had to! Wearing such clothes…
"You liar." I said, irritated.
"What?" she said, her eyebrows pulling together.
"You told me you weren't in a torturous mood any longer." she laughed. Ah, good. She was back to her old self.
"Hey, Ikuto-kun, why don't you eat something and we'll go downtown." she asked, cutely.
"What, why would we--"
"Pleeeeeaaaase, Ikuto?? Pretty please??"
"No, but I don't--"
"I'll give you that kiss you wanted this morning." she said, with confidence, as if she already had her way. Well, she was right. I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I pulled a slice of pizza from the box in the fridge and placed it on a paper plate. I popped it into the microwave and waited.
"Pizza for breakfast, Ikuto?" said Amu, popping into the kitchen. "That's not very healthy."
"It's almost lunch time, anyway." I said, drumming my fingers on the counter. I thought microwaves where invented to reduce time waste.(A/N: Ikuto, be f**king thankful! I don't even have a microwave, bastard!)
"Hm. True." she shrugged, "Don't forget to change clothes."
"What are your plans for today?" I asked, finally taking my food from the microwave.
"Oh! Let's look for couples making out!" she said, widening her eyes. I unconsciously raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"So we can shout 'PDA!' at them! I've always wanted to do that." she grinned. It wasn't a very good idea to go looking for this type of thing, but how could I turn her down?
"Fine." I said, eating my pizza in large bites.
"And bring your wallet, we're going shopping!" she continued to grin. I just nodded in response, not wanting to choke.
"Oh!! Oh!! And wear something sexy!" she half yelled. I proceeded to choke. "Ah! Are you okay? I'm sorry, I was joking." I coughed as she worriedly hovered over me.
"I'm fine." I managed to croak out, between hacks.
"That's attractive." she said, folding her arms with a smirk. I laughed.
"Go on with your plans." I said, not wanting to be a big part of the conversation.
"Oh, okay! Well, we've a long weekend, so the options are endless! We can see a movie. Oh, let's eat out for dinner! And let's try that new café! This girl at school told me they've got really good lattes and some other thing. And there's supposed to be a really good band playing there tonight! Oh! And let's go to…" she continued to happily tell me her preferences in shops and restaurants. I nodded when the time was right and smiled when given the signal.
"Hold that thought." I said, raising my hand slightly, "I'll go change then we can go."
"Alright, I'll wait." she said, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. I walked to my room and quickly pulled on some jeans and a T-shirt and walked out. Amu was in the same position I left her in. She turned around and looked at me, disapprovingly.
"Ikuto…that's too simple. Come on, don't you have something to go with that?" she grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to my room. She began to rummage through my drawers. "A-Ha!" she exclaimed, "Look, Ikuto, this is a nice belt. Studs and everything! Put it on." she tossed it to me. I caught it and clipped it on over my jeans' belt loops. Amu pulled out a wallet chain and looked back up at me.
"Ikuto, that's not how you put a belt on." she stood up and unbuckled my belt. That…doesn't sound right. I blushed. She then pulled my shirt as far down as it could go and clipped the belt on over it. "There, that's how it's done. Oh, and this chain, clip it to your wallet." she clipped the chain to one of my belt loops. "You're looking better already!" she looked back over at my dresser and spotted my necklace. "Woah! Ikuto, this is nice!" she picked it up and examined it.
"Yeah." I hoped she wouldn't make me wear it.
"Wear it." she said. I sighed and took it from her. It was a simple little necklace, but expensive. A small cross hung from the chain, glistening. The cross was made from polished cermikite. I got it as a birthday gift from Tadase, which was strange. I don't think guys are supposed to give other guys necklaces. A little creepy. I snapped it on and waited for Amu to continue.
"Okay. Good job. See, you don't need my help with everything!" she said, giving me a 'thumbs up'.
"I…all I did was put this necklace on." I said, flicking the cross.
"But you did it all by yourself. Oh, hey, I like your shirt by the way. They're a good band, where'd you get it?" I looked at my shirt and noticed the faded band logo on it. I couldn't read it.
"I don't know, what does it say?"
"It's a 'Say Anything' shirt. That's the logo for their album 'Is a real boy.'" Oh, that's who it was. I knew them.
"Yeah, um…Utau went to a concert and brought this back." I said, finally noticing the large nose on my shirt.
"Aww! Utau-chan went to a 'Say Anything' concert without me??" she pouted, "You know I've never even been to a concert. I watch them on TV, but I've never been. I'd like to go to one…" I didn't say anything. How could I follow her pout? "Oh, Ikuto, wear these shoes." she tossed me a pair of black converses.(A/N: I don't know if that's grammatically correct.) I slipped them on while Amu stood up.
"Alright! I think we're good here! Woah…Maybe not yet." she looked up at me. I didn't know what she was talking about. I though I was ready. She grabbed my wrist again and pulled me to the bathroom. She grabbed a comb from the cabinet and pulled me to the living room. She let me go and said "Sit down." I sat on the couch, obediently. She began to comb my hair.
"I could comb it myself." I said, looking over at her.
"You wouldn't do it right." she said, "Man, Ikuto! Do you ever comb your hair?"
"…I feel like a child."
"You should." she laughed. Ah, the sound of her laugher. Even the slightest giggle echoed in my mind over and over. I blush a little, before regaining my composure. It was embarrassing enough to have her comb my hair, blushing would just make it worse.
"And done. See, that was easy! Oh, wait, finishing touch…" she ruffled my hair, "There. Perfect. Elegantly disheveled.(A/N: Lol.)" she giggled. She had left her hands in my hair. I looked back at her and smiled. She looked down at me, biting her bottom lip. "Hey, Ikuto, can I try something?"
"Go for it." I said, not caring what it was.
"Alright…"she blushed, "Just…don't move. That's all." her fingers moved in my hair.
"Alright." I said. I was a bit anxious now.
"Oh, and, um…could you close your eyes?"
"What? Why?"
"Isn't that a rule? Aren't you supposed to close your eyes when you…" she didn't continue.
"Okay." I said, shutting my eyes. I waited. My neck was starting to hurt while my head leaned back. I frowned as nothing happened. I knew she was still there, though, because I felt her fingers moving in my hair. I still didn't know what she was planning on doing. I hoped it wasn't a trick. I knew how good she was at acting.
"Alright…" she whispered. I felt hair on my neck, so she must have gotten closer. Fine with me. I waited for something to happen. I felt her lips touch mine. Woah…this was different. This…she…was kissing me…upside down? How did I not see this coming? I wasn't moving. She would probably stop if I didn't move, though. But…this was something you had to get used to before joining in. It was also confusing. How would I remember what to bite?(A/N:…That sounds…) Still…It was curiously pleasurable. Thinking only about the pleasure, I went ahead and joined in. I felt her smile. She tugged my bottom lip. Yeah, she knew exactly what I wanted.
How great was it to kiss the person you loved? Beyond words. And the fact that she was willing only made it better. This was as pleasurable as it got. I don't think it would ever get better than this. Well, not for a while, at least. I could wait for…the next step. After all, you can't miss what you've never experienced.
It couldn't get better than this. Unless…I confessed? Would that make it better? I was willing to try anything to increase my pleasure. I was way too selfish.
"Amu…" I whispered through the kiss.
"Yeah?" she replied, not missing a beat.
"I love you." I said, passionately.
"…Are you joking?" she said, frowning.
"Hell no." I said, loudly.
"Ikuto…" she moved her head back to look at me. I knew I was blushing. I stared down at me, for a long time. "You must be kidding." she finally said. I slid my hands into her hair and covered her ears with my palms. She blushed and I pulled her closer. I kissed her, roughly. She returned the roughness, equally. I didn't mean to be so violent, though. I wanted to be as gentle as possible with my precious, breakable Amu(A/N:…Does that sound like…Twilight?).
"Do you believe me, Amu?" I asked, breathlessly.
"How could I? Ikuto, you couldn't love me. That would make me far more happy than I deserve to be." she said, her voice shaking.
"Amu…what makes you think you don't deserve to be happy?" I said, loosening up.
"It…I haven't done anything to deserve it, and other people have to…work so…hard, Ikuto…" I was being rough again. More so than before, actually. This was a higher level of pleasure. Though she still didn't believe me.
"Amu…I love you so much, and every part of my being wants you to be happy, whether or not I'm a part of your happiness. But I will always love you, no matter who makes you happy." I didn't loosen as I told her. I wanted her to feel the importance of my confession and loosening up would help me, now.
"Ikuto…you can't love me…that's not right…you never showed--MMPH!!" I slid my tongue in her mouth, cutting her off(A/N: Ewww…). We were both probably curious about how it felt to French kiss upside down. It felt fantastic, just so you know. It was harder but more exotic than normal kissing. If you could call what we did normal. I continued to kiss her, as violently as I dared.
"I didn't tell you because I was afraid of rejection, but I don't care anymore. All I want is for you to be happy, and if I don't make you happy I want you to reject me." I said, slowly. I felt her smile.
"Ikuto…stop joking…I-I'll hit you." she said, her voice shaking.
"Amu!" I laughed, "I'm not joking! I'm serious, please believe me."
"I can't believe you, because…" I felt tears on my cheek. Was I making her that upset? "I'd be way too lucky."
"Lucky?" I gasped.
"Ikuto, I know…you didn't notice because…I didn't…even notice, myself." she said, constantly being cut off.
"What? What didn't I notice?" I said, anxiously.
"Ikuto…you idiot." I felt her smile, "I love you, too." my heart was now out of control. She…she was joking.
"You must be kidding." I said. She laughed loudly.
"Let's not go through that, again." she said. I smiled. This couldn't be happening. Nothing was going wrong. When would I wake up?
"Amu…I'm being too selfish, I think…"
"Funny, I…thought the same thing." she bit my lip, again.
"You know what I noticed?" I said.
"What?"
"We must have some real skill. Being able to have such a conversation without breaking the kiss." she laughed.
"I bet we set a world record." she giggled. Her sweet laughter aroused me. I pulled away from her and took my hands from her hair. "I-Ikuto?" she stuttered. She was way too cute. Was it too late to change my mind about waiting to advance? I tucked my hands under her arms and lifted her over the couch(A/N: Oh, wow. Strong, strong Ikuto-kun.).
.:Amu's POV:.
He lifted me over the couch and laid me on top of him as he laid back. Don't try anything, Ikuto.
"Ikuto…" I said, as I moved in for the kiss, "Keep it PG…thirteen." he pouted.
"I'm not making any promises." he said, seriously. Ikuto wasn't one to force…I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. My thoughts were interrupted when he kissed me. He was much more gentle, now. He made each motion slow and detailed. This was just as appealing as his earlier violent kiss. I felt a little hypnotized. I decided to move in my tongue before him, since he did last time. I did it and my stomach jolted. It felt way too good. Even better than before. He must've thought so, too, since his eyes were open as soon as mine were. I watched as his blush painted his cheeks. I didn't blush, though, so why would…ow. What…something just hit my thigh.
"Ow, Ikuto, something just hit me." I said, still not pulling away.
"It's your own fault." he said, smirking. I didn't get it…oh. Wait. No, I got it. I got it, alright.
"How is that even physically possible?!" I asked, pulling away, "It's as hard as a lead pipe!"
"It's natural." he shrugged, still blushing. My face was probably just as red as his.
"Hmph."
"It just how my body reacts physically to my emotional feelings." he stated.
"That's a pretty way to say you have a boner, Ikuto." I sat up on his waist.
"Well, I do love you." he said, blushing deeper.
"I love you, too." I mumbled, "And don't get me wrong, I think about things like that, too. But I'm only fifteen."
"So? Age is only a number, and you did say you loved me." he pulled me back down and began to kiss me, violently, again. He was making this harder than it needed to be.(A/N: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!! THAT'S WHET SHE SAID!!!)
"Iku--MMPH!" ahh, he cut me off with his tongue, again. How could I resist? I returned the favor, just as violently. If he was going to play hard, I was going to play dirty. I moved my hands to the sides of his face and kissed him as passionately as I could manage without screaming. I peeked through my lashes, unnoticeably. He was staring down as me, nearly all of his face red. The problem was I was getting far too much pleasure out of this. But, at least I was winning. Oh, wait…no…okay, now he was winning. He had slid his hands in my hair and pushed me into him. I couldn't say I hated it. But, it was a little much for me.
"I…Ikuto…you're a pervert." I said, straining to make my voice audible.
"Yeah, I am a pervert." he whispered, "And so are you." I still couldn't figure out how he didn't miss a beat, like I did, when we spoke through our kiss.
"I can't…argue." I couldn't lie to myself, I was enjoying this way more than I had planned. If this kept up I wouldn't be sure I could keep denying him what he wanted.
"Ikuto…I don't want…rush such a big step, okay?" I mumbled.
"Why not rush?" he asked, "Why does it matter if we both love each other? Doesn't it make sense to want more?"
"Yes, it makes…sense, but…it's such an im…portant step to take…if it didn't mean anything…I'd be sad." Ikuto suddenly stopped. His hands fell from my hair and he began to sit up. I slid off him and sat next to him.
"I don't want you to be sad." he said, in an almost pleading voice, "You don't have to do anything I want. Just…as long as you're happy. You don't have to do anything for me. Besides, I can't miss…what I've never experienced, am I right?" he smiled at me. I bit my lip. He was being way to reasonable. And way too cute. I hugged him.
"Ikuto, don't say it like that!" I said, "You'll make me want to do it."
"Well, tough. I'd never want to do it with you." he said, plainly. I giggled.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. I'm waaaay to ugly for you." I said, pulling away.
"Yeah, you're just…hideous." he said, straining. I laughed out loud.
"Aah, Ikuto! I love you so much!" I said, punching him in the shoulder. He blushed.
"…I love you more." my face reddened with his.
"…Liar." I said, looking away. I felt his arms slide around my waist and pull me over to him.
"You know that dream you had…about me confessing to you?" he asked, blushing.
"Yeah, I remember." I said, looking curiously up at him.
"Well…it wasn't…a dream." he said, hesitantly. I blushed.
"No way…" I said, smiling. I laughed and hugged Ikuto. Finally, the truth was coming out!
"You're not mad?" he asked, smiling.
"Why would I be mad about you telling me the truth?" I asked. I thought for a moment, "I used to pray…that I'd understand you better, you know? I always had a longing to be closer to you…never satisfied…" I said, blushing. Ikuto smiled.
"The truth feels nice, eh?" he said, pulling me closer.
"Way better than lies." I said, kissing Ikuto's cheek. He frowned and pulled me closer to kiss him. I obeyed. I loved him, he loved me. That only helped me along. I felt him frowning as we kissed and I pulled away.
"What?" I asked, frowning.
"I have something else to tell you." he said, sadly.
"What is it?" I asked, my brow furrowed.
"I was…secretly…a bit…glad that…your charas were gone…" he said, avoiding my eyes. "Because…I felt like it brought us closer. I know it's extremely selfish, but…it's the truth."
"Hm, yeah, you're right." I said, "That is pretty selfish. But humans are selfish and it takes a lot to admit it. And I'm glad you did." I smiled at him but he still frowned. I tried thinking of something to come out about, too. "I…um…I…love you?" I said, innocently. He laughed. "I love you…more than I loved my charas." I said, not lying. Ikuto still seemed unconvinced.
"Well, you see…" I went on, "My charas are basically just parts of me. And I love you way more than I love myself, you know. So obviously--ah!" Ikuto pulled my up onto his lap. "Ikuto, stop. I'm heavy." I said, blushing.
"What do you weigh? Thirty pounds?" he asked, laughing. I smiled.
"Ikuto, I'm really happy you aren't keeping things from me. I hate that the most." I said, hugging him.
"Yeah, I hated doing it." he said, "But, like I said before, I used to be afraid of rejection." I kissed him, again. I felt the warmth of his cheeks in my hands and smiled. The blushing Ikuto was my favorite.
"Lock the damn bathroom door, please." he said, pulling away, again.
"What…oh!" I said, remembering. My cheeks reddened. "So--you--I was--did…did you--?!" I stuttered, panicked.
"I walked in, yes." he said. My eyes widened, "It wasn't on purpose, don't get me wrong! I'm used to just having family in the house, anyway. And…and I didn't see anything. But what I almost saw kind of…frightened me." I sighed, relieved.
"Gah, Ikuto! Don't scare me like that! Geez!" I laughed. He smiled at me. "Anything else you need to tell me?" I asked. He thought for a moment.
"Not that I can recall." he said, thoughtfully.
"Good. Lovers are honest. And for your honesty I give you and "A"…minus." I said. He smirked.
"Why the 'minus'?" he asked.
"I just wanted to taint your perfect record." I said.
"Well, an "A" is an "A"." he said.
"Asshole, you get a "B"." he laughed. I smiled and snuggled into his neck.
"How long will your parents be gone?" he asked.
"About a week." I said. He frowned.
"Well, that's just…not fair." he said.
"It's not like we won't see each other at school! And, um, you can just sneak in…when you want…if you want…" my voice drifted off. I didn't want to force him to come see me.
"Well, obviously." he said. "But is that even enough? We'll be used to seeing each other all day before the week's out." I smiled at him.
"Yeah, but then I'll be addicted to you. Life's a bitch." I said, sighing.
"Ah, the feeling's mutual." he replied, smiling. I kissed his cheek, quickly. I grinned as I watched it grow red, then kissed his lips. I really don't think I could handle being apart from him.
FakeMustache: Yeah, I'm sorry.
Amu: You better be. I mean, it's been literally MONTHS since you last posted a chapter. What the hell is wrong with you?
FakeMustache: I…I've been busy. Busy, busy…busy.
Amu: Liar, you have no life.
FakeMustache: Bitch, I've been busy! Really! Though, I am sorry about posting late. Also, if you're in the mood for bad news, the next chapter will be the last. It's actually and epilog. Enjoy it, anyway. I'll be working on a new story! I don't know what it will be about, but let's hope it will be interesting. If you guys have any ideas, I'd really appreciate it. Please, help me out guys. Peace off.