A/N: Well, over the past update, I've gotten much more reviews! Thank you so much! And I forgot to mention something and because of this, I'm a horrible person! But HAPPY BE-LATED BIRTHDAY IKUTO! Enjoy! I don't own Shugo Chara! (by the way, please read the bottom A/N at the end of the chapter, I have something to say)

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The sapphire-eyed boy lazily raised one arm, searching for the snooze button on his alarm clock. As the clock continued to beep, he sighed and slowly got up out of bed and slammed his fist down, stopping the annoying beeping noise.

Rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, he slowly looked around, trying to clear his vision. As his eyes firmly grasped the setting of his room, he leisurely got out of his dark blue bed and walked to his closet, pulling out his own original Seiyo uniform the school had kindly given to him.

He snapped the buttons on his collared black shirt together and slipped on his black pants. Over the past few days, he hadn't gotten much sleep due to the little incident a few days ago.

….::….

"What red ball?" Ikuto asked, deadpanned.

Amu's honey golden eyes widened, "Isn't the basketball red?"

"It's nowhere near the color red," the blue-haired boy said, his eyes carefully watching Amu.

"Really? I must've mistaken the colors. It happens a lot with me because they change the color of the basketball every time. Well, I got to run, Yaya's calling me," the rosette quickly rushed through her words and ran out the gym doors, towards the girl's locker room.

….::….

She had somehow gotten away from him that day. However, he wouldn't let it happen again, even if it meant consistently nagging her.

"Ikuto! It's time for school!" his mom's shrill voice echoed through the house.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, not bothering to comb it. He grabbed his black school bag and ran down the stairs, entering the kitchen.

"Thanks mom," he said, grabbing a piece of toast.

"Ikuto, don't you want to sit down and eat for once?" his mother asked, her own sapphire eyes glued onto the laptop screen that was sitting on the table.

"I'm fine, got to rush to school," Ikuto shrugged, chewing thoughtfully.

"Well alright," Souko shrugged. Suddenly, as if she had remembered something good, a wide smile spread across her lips, "Listen, I got a call from Utau. She's coming home next week with your dad!"

Ikuto nearly dropped his piece of toasted bread. He carefully readjusted himself and put a smile on, his blue eyes softening, "That's great."

"Isn't it? I haven't seen your father and sister for so long. We have to go to the airport and pick them up," Souko said.

"Okay," Ikuto agreed, turning to his mom, "I got to go to school. I'll be back around three, I have to go pick some things up."

"Alright. Be safe!" his mother called out as he walked towards the front door, slipping his shoes on.

He rushed out the door and inhaled the fresh morning air. He slung his black bag around his body and hurriedly rushed towards class. Today was the day that he would make Amu spill out what she was hiding.

….::….

"Good morning Ikuto-chii!" Yaya wildly waved at the blue-haired boy.

Ikuto looked up from his brown desk and gave her a small nod of acknowledgement. He looked behind the hyper-active girl and searched around desperately for a certain rosette. Once finding that she wasn't there, he sighed and turned to Yaya.

"Where's Amu?" he asked, the tone of his voice hinting of desperation.

"Amu-chii? Yaya doesn't know," she sat down at her own desk, that was right across the row from Ikuto's.

"Never mind then," Ikuto sighed, turning back towards the front of the classroom.

Ten minutes quickly ticked by and Nikaidou walked in the room, his attendance book in his arms.

"Good morning class." He greeted.

"Good morning Nikaidou-sensei." Everybody chanted.

He opened his role book and began to quickly call out the names.

"Himamori-san?" he called out.

Ikuto looked away, knowing that it was going to be silent again, like always.

"Here, sorry I'm late. I overslept."

Everybody in the classroom turned around to see a panting rosette with honey-golden eyes.

"Himamori-san, glad you could make it today," Nikaidou greeted warmly.

Amu ignored the obvious mistake in her name and continued to walk towards her desk, her heavy breathing slowing down. Sapphire eyes followed her as she pulled out her chair and sat down. He averted his eyes once Amu had caught sight of him looking. His blue eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she simply gave him a smile and pulled out a few books from her bag.

"Good morning Tsukiyomi-san," she greeted.

"Good morning?" he replied.

She gave him another simple smile and turned to the front of the room. Ikuto looked at her back figure intently, a perplexed look plastered on his face.

"Tsukiyomi Ikuto?" the scruffy orange-haired man called out.

"H-here!"

….::….

The school day had passed in a blink of an eye and Ikuto was currently at the shoe lockers, switching his white indoor shoes with a pair of black loafers. It was only when he stuffed his indoor shoes in the locker that he noticed a plain white envelope fly out and flutter slowly onto the tiled ground.

Ikuto picked up the letter and flipped it over, reading the neat handwriting scrawled across the envelope. He quickly ripped open the top and scanned through the words. His sapphire eyes widened and he dropped the letter inside. It slowly fluttered down. Once reaching the brown tiled floor, anyone could see that it read:

Dear Tsukiyomi Ikuto,

I have something important to say, so meet me in behind the gym doors.

-Hinamori Amu

A/N: Okay, the ending was maybe a cliffhanger, depends on how you look at it I guess…Well, I know this was a short chapter, but I was having trouble deciding how I should end it.

I actually have something a little important to say. The reviews that I received from the last chapter, you know the guesses? They were right. And because of this, I hope nobody is offended with the plot idea for this story. I've been reading fanfictions for Shugo Chara! for two years, and I haven't seen a story with the same plotline as this. However, if you do know of one, please tell me so I can see what a real one sounds like. Once again, I hope nobody has been offended by the plotline. If you have, please do tell me. Thanks again for reading and please review!