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Chapter Summary: Ikuto tries to convince Amu that she already acts as if they're married.
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Already Wifely
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"Aw, Amu, don't get so upset. What're you going to do when I tease you while we're married? You can't just ignore me then," Ikuto said, trying not to laugh at the pinkette. She laid in their bed facing away from him, arms crossed as she pouted about him making her call him "Ikuto-koi". She hadn't spoken to him since yelling at him to shut up, dropping his breakfast haphazardly in front of him at the table and skipping the bath all together.
He knew that saying they were getting married would get her to talk, but he hadn't expected it to make her freak out.
"I will not marry you, you…you…. I can't even come up with an insult rude enough for what you are!" She flipped onto her other side, facing him in the bed. Poking one finger into his chest, she hissed, "And for another thing—"
The phone rang, cutting into her onslaught. Ignoring her protest, Ikuto rose, moving fluidly to go answer it, a definite hop in his step. She followed after a moment, remembering that the people that usually called her—namely her father—wouldn't like the idea of Ikuto being there so late at night. "Ikuto, don't answer—"
Of course, he ignored her. "Hello?" he asked, picking up the phone. "Oh, hi, Hinamori-sama. Yes, she's right here. What am I doing here? Hasn't Amu told you yet? We're engaged. Well, it was kind of sudden. No, no, you don't have to worry about that; I've got it covered. No, really, it's fine." Ikuto looked down at the horrified Amu and mouthed, "What's wrong with you?" as if it were perfectly normal for him to talk on the phone well past the appropriate time with her parents.
"Don't lie to my parents!" she snarled, keeping her voice low.
He shrugged, covering the phone with one hand while tilting it away from his face. "It isn't lying if it's gonna happen." He returned to his phone call. "Sorry about that, what did you say? Oh, yeah!" He chuckled. "I'll be sure to tell her that the next time I see him. Uh-huh. All right, I'll let you go then. Amu will call you back in the morning; I'll make sure of it. Yup. You, too. Bye." He hung up.
And she attacked.
Pouncing on him, she toppled them both to the ground. Clenching her hands into fists, she pummeled—ineffectively—on his chest, making no more of a ripple than a temperamental child would. "You idiot! How could you be so stupid as to tell my parents that we're getting married?! My father is going to freak and I'll never hear the end of it from them when we don't get married!" She slammed her fists onto his chest all the more. "You are such a moron!"
"Amu-koi," Ikuto said, grabbing her wrists and pulling them above her head so she would stop hitting him. Gently, he tried not to let his amusement shine through as he spoke. "Just calm down. You don't have to worry about never hearing the end of it because I will make sure that we do get married. Preferably sooner rather than later, though; something about not wearing white after Labor Day…."
Breathing heavily, Amu growled, "Let go of me. I am this close to ripping your tongue out of your mouth for lying all the time!" When he didn't comply, she let out a small shriek, wriggling while astride him to get loose.
"Keep that up and we might never get to bed."
A sudden flush came to her face as she froze. She hadn't even thought of their position! Oh, God, she really was getting too used to his perverted antics for her own good. "L-let me up, lecher," she squeaked, trying to stand.
She found her back abruptly against the carpeted floor, her wrists still captured by Ikuto's. He leaned over her, smirking from above. "Ah, Amu-koi, no need to be so shy. We've slept together countless times, haven't we?" He bent towards her face, bringing his own beside her head. Blowing on her ear, he murmured, "Besides, I already know all your erotic places."
Face heating all the more, Amu squirmed in earnest. "You…you big pervert! Get off of me!" Somehow, she managed to throw Ikuto off of her. She jumped up, racing towards her bedroom while Ikuto chuckled from the spot she'd thrown him. When she got into her room, she spun to slam the door, only to find him standing there, giving her that mockingly sexy look that he usually used with her. "You, Tsukiyomi Ikuto, are a pervert!"
He smiled sardonically. "Ah, Amu-koi, that hurts." His hand went to his heart in mock pain as he slowly moved towards her, forcing her to back away with a look of utter fury on her face. "Hey, don't be mad at me," Ikuto said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture, "when you're the one that jumped on top of me."
"Idiot!"
He yawned, used to all her insults. "Let's just go to bed, Amu-koi. I'm tired and this fight will inevitably end in my favor." He slid under the covers and rested his head in his palm, watching her. "Well? You coming to bed, or what?"
She eyed him before climbing under the covers, keeping watch of his movements. "Promise you aren't going to do anything lecherous to me while I sleep?"
"If that's the only way to get you to keep me warm tonight, yeah, fine."
She held out her pinky. "Pinky-promise or no deal."
"Why the hell would I pinky-promise?!"
"Because if you break a pinky-promise, I get to hit you."
He rolled his eyes, bringing his pinky to link with hers. "Fine, whatever. Now go to sleep." She turned away from him and he pulled her into the crook of his body, wanting to purr with the comforting warmth she supplied.
Hand resting on her stomach, he wondered idly if he was particularly frightened by the aspect of her hitting him. Finding he wasn't, he let his hand drift farther north until it rested on her breast.
She let out an ear-piercing scream, flipping onto her side to punch him in the arm. With her awkward position, it didn't do much good. "Liars aren't allowed to stay in bed, perv!" She hit him again for good measure, fuming as she tried to loosen his hold around her waist. "Let me up, you stupid, idiotic, old pervert! I trusted you! You pinky-promised! You can't just break a pinky-promise!"
"Mmm, Amu-koi, you do realize that you are acting very much like a wife already, right?"
She let out a small shriek. "You idiot! Go sleep on the couch before I have to do something drastic!"
"Even sound like a wife."
"Shut up!"
"At the risk of repeating myself, you sound like a wife already. Why not just make it official and go elope tomorrow morning?"
"I will not elope with you!"
"Then let's go get everything ready for whatever kind of ceremony you want. Big, small, I don't really care." He snuggled his face into her hair. "Yum, I like your new shampoo, as well."
She struggled against his hold for a little while, muttering under her breath about his questionable legitimacy as a child and intelligence. Finally, she gave up the futile fight, realizing that he didn't even notice her little resistance. In fact, he was quite nearly asleep.
Following his example, she allowed herself to fall asleep, wondering if that was a smart thing to do with a neko hentai in her bed.
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Ikuto's P.O.V.
I woke up to someone poking my cheek in a rather annoying manner, bringing me out of my dream world rudely. And just when Amu had started stripping. Damn.
"Ikuto, get up," Amu's voice growled. "It's nearly eleven o'clock; why aren't you awake already?"
Maybe because I was just about to get a small slice of heaven in my dream. Of course I wouldn't want to wake up when I had a dream like that. Opening my eyes, I said, "Mmm starvin'." My throat felt rough with sleep, making it hard to talk using words that anyone could actually understand.
"Well, that sucks for you, doesn't it?" She sighed, sitting on the bed beside me. She gave me a hard glare before muttering, "I'll make you a deal."
I eyed her. She was already ready for the day; her hair was still a little damp—Damnit, I missed the shower scene, I thought to myself—and her clothes were neat. She had on her nametag, so that meant she probably had to work today. "You gonna call in sick and spend some quality time with me?" I asked mockingly, raising my eyebrow. Yeah, I was a little mean about it; you try sleeping with the object of your desire without actually touching her.
Crossing her arms, she continued glowering at me. "I'll be going to work like a normal person—"
"Hey, I have a job."
She blinked at me, as if surprised. "You have a job? You, Tsukiyomi Ikuto, have a job? When could you possibly have ever gone into work?"
"Obviously, I have to work," I replied, not in the least bit offended by her disbelief that I could join the ranks of people who actually do something with their lives that directly or indirectly affect another. "Even I can't get by on good looks alone." I paused for a moment. "Besides, it's summer; I teach music at a little elementary school in the next town. Not really a problem."
She blinked at me again. "Good looks? Were you dropped on your head as a baby?" I was a little brought aback when she completely ignored the fact that I was a teacher.
I rolled my eyes, sitting up. "Whatever. Anyways, what's this deal of yours?" I tried to mask my tiredness with annoyance, hoping that I wouldn't start blinking tightly and looking like a fish out of water. My stomach growled. "Does it involve food?"
"Why, yes, yes it does," she replied, standing before I could even think to swipe out an arm and bring her back to the bed. I had to admit, she knew me well. "If you promise to do a few chores for me, I'll make you breakfast. Anything you want." I opened my mouth for one particular suggestion and she held up a hand. "I am not on the menu."
"Told you that you sound like a wife."
She groaned, bringing one hand to her forehead while the other went to her hip. "Can you just drop it until I get back from work?" Sighing, she continued with her "deal." "If you clean up the kitchen, living room, and in here for me, I'll make you breakfast. And dinner," she added, obviously sensing his quick refusal. "Unless you want to go see a movie tonight or something. Then I'll pay for that."
I thought about it. Anything—unfortunately, only anything that was considered nutritious food—for breakfast and a night alone with Amu in a dark theatre? I could do worse. And nothing was really that bad in the three rooms she asked me to clean…at least it wasn't the bathroom.
Maybe I could earn brownie points with this.
"Sure, whatever. What time do you get off?"
"Around seven. We'll go to one of the late-night movies. Look up times and stuff for whatever movie you want to go see. I'm game for anything." She strode out of the room, calling, "Hey, I forgot to ask; what do you want for breakfast?"
Something that would just annoy you to no end. "Belgium waffle, bacon, hash browns, and some eggs. Over easy."
I heard her groan from the other room and couldn't help snickering to myself.
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She'd known he would play such an immature card. And thanks to her being able to actually keep her promises, she'd been late to work and gotten yelled at over the phone by her boss. He'd shouted, "One more screw up like that, and you're fired! Do you understand me?!"
Her day had only gone downhill from there. She'd had to chase a group of teenagers—who were trying to steal a Hershey bar—and then deal with their immature threats about "poppin' a cap". Children these days!
And, of course, there were all the usual problems: the freezers sputtering and nearly dying, crying children smacking countless items off the shelves and onto the floor, and someone trying to run off without paying for their gasoline. She'd dealt with them all, but her patience was zapped.
As the clock rounded on seven o'clock, Amu rested her head on the counter, sighing as she tried to keep herself awake. I'm so tired. I just want to go home. Where is Taisho-san to take over? Ugh. Her eyes started to drift closed, a very bad thing considered her occupation.
"Falling asleep on the job, huh? You must be beat."
Why am I dreaming of him teasing me? Ugh. I need a new hobby other than thinking about him constantly.
"Hinamori-san, your boyfriend's here to pick you up. You can go now."
Wait a second. That was Taisho-san's voice. What is Taisho-san doing in a dream about Ikuto? Blinking, she opened her eyes, looking up at the two men standing before her. Taisho was a man of average height with dark brown hair and very pale green eyes. They were astounding, but it was to be expected since he was only half Japanese. He wasn't much of a talker and preferred not to associate with co-workers.
The other man, of course, was Ikuto, who stood smirking beside Taisho. He turned to him, apologizing. "Sorry about this. We've had a rough few nights."
Did he just wink?! That pervert! I don't need Taisho-san thinking that I'm sleeping with someone!
"I know what you mean. My wife's been insatiable these last few weeks. She keeps saying all this stuff about her biological clock ticking."
Wait; is Taisho-san actually chatting with Ikuto? About his sex life?! She opened her mouth to tell Ikuto not say another word, but all that came out was a small whimper as she tried to straighten her back.
Neither man seemed to notice her as she cracked it.
Ikuto chuckled. "Yeah, well at least you're already married. Even though Amu-koi would love to have my kids, she refuses to marry me just yet." He looked over at her, catching her glare with a wink. "And I don't want to have to deal with any illegitimate children, do I?"
The two men laughed together before Taisho's usual mask fell over his face once more. "All right, Hinamori-san, you can leave now."
She blinked at the sudden character change, but shrugged it off, too tired to actually care. She slowly made her way to her coat, only to find Ikuto holding it, waiting for her to put her arms into their respective places. Uncaring about any implications he might perceive from such an innocent acceptance of a polite gesture, she slipped her arms inside and leaned slightly into him. Yawning, she said, "Let's go home."
As they moved out into the oddly chilly summer night, Amu didn't even complain as Ikuto threw his around her shoulders, just leaned into his warmth. When they got in the car, she was asleep before she fell into the seat and never heard his words.
"See? You're more used to me then you'll let yourself acknowledge."
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Fluff! Yay! Well, this chapter definitely didn't go as planned, but I can't make myself care. :D
Niixx
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Preview:
Green Faced Kitty
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He'd known it was a bad idea to take her out to dinner where those idiots usually were. Sure, they were fun enough to hang out with on boys' night out, but once a good looking woman was brought into the equation, they got too friendly, as the case may be.
He had cleaned the house--much to Amu's surprise--to near spotless perfection, only missing the spot under the rug that he'd swept all the dirt, not that she knew about that yet. So she'd kept up her end of the bargain, though she'd asked if they could go out the next day because of how tired she was. They stopped for dinner before the movie and, much to Ikuto's dismay, met up with two of his "friends".
"What does Tsukiyomi have that I don't?" one asked jokingly, sidling up close to Amu's chair. "I'm sure if you think he's good in the sack, you'll be astounded by what I have to offer."
Ikuto growled a little at that, glaring at the guy who was quickly going from his Buddies list to I'll Kill You The Next Time I See You list.
"Aw, c'mon, man! Look at her; she's hot. Besides, I don't see your name on her."
While Amu told him off for such a medieval comment, Ikuto kindly asked the owner of the small restaurant, who was writing out a sign that said "No Pets Allowed Ever" with a Sharpie marker, if he could borrow the writing utensil. After thanking the man, Ikuto leaned over, grabbing Amu's leg and quickly graffitied both pant legs with four simple words:
Tsukiyomi's Woman: Back Off.
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Ooo, jealous Ikuto. Only thing hotter than that is protective Ikuto. Or smiling Ikuto. But whatever. :D