A/N: Sorry I was so late in updating! I've had a few…complications. However, I am up and running now! This is the first chapter of the year 2011! I hope you enjoy this chapter and remember that I don't own Shugo Chara!

"Where are you going Ikuto?" Utau's long blonde hair swished when she turned her head.

"School," Ikuto said, "And no, you're not allowed to come."

The blue-haired boy quickly ran out of the house before his sister could start pouting and throw a fit. He ran as far as he could and stopped, making sure his sister had not followed him. Once he was sure she wasn't there, he slowly began to walk towards the school.

It was ten minutes later that he joined the crowd of Seiyo High students and it was only five seconds later that he was able to spot Hinamori Amu. He smiled a small smile and quickly walked up to her, slowly matching his pace with hers.

"Hello there," he said.

The rosette looked up, her honey-golden eyes shimmering with excitement, "Good morning."

"What's wrong? You see happy," Ikuto commented.

"One of my childhood friends is coming," Amu smiled.

"One? How many do you have?" Ikuto raised and eyebrow.

"Actually, there's six friends. Yaya and Rima are the only one's that go to Seiyo High. Everybody else is studying aboard or in another part of Japan."

"Rima?" Ikuto said lamely. He had heard the name once before, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Mashiro Rima. She's a little short, but extremely cute." Amu nodded, "She's one of my best friends," Amu gave a bright smile.

"Oh?"

"Yup."

"What about me? Aren't I one of your best friends?" Ikuto teased.

A hint of pink made its way across Amu's face, "You? Since I've only known you for a few weeks, you are a classmate."

"Classmate? Don't I deserve more than that?" Ikuto pouted.

Amu paused, as if she was taking it into deep thought, "No."

….::….

"Class, you are dismissed for the day," Nikaidou said.

All the students around the room stood up and stretched, all glad to be out of that 'torture.'

"Tsukiyomi-san!"

Ikuto turned around at the mention of his name and saw a short blonde girl, exactly the same image as he saw on his first day.

"Mashiro Rima?" he asked in his husky voice, slipping his black bag over his shoulder.

"That's me," she nodded, "Anyway, Amu told me to go and call you. I don't know why, but no funny business with her."

Ikuto raised his hands up in defense, "What do you take me for?"

"I don't trust you." She huffed, walking away.

….::….

"Hey, where are we going?" Ikuto sighed in disbelief as they continued to walk around the school building.

"Somewhere. Just shut up and follow me," Rima shot him a glare, continuing to walk with her short legs.

The sapphire-eyed man didn't say anything anymore and shut his mouth instantly, following the girl.

Twenty minutes later, Ikuto and Rima were out of the school and sitting in two plastic chairs at a café a few blocks down from Seiyo High.

"Where's Amu?" Ikuto asked, crossing his arms.

"Coming," Rima rolled her eyes, "And I do believe it's Hinamori-san to you."

"I prefer Amu."

"Just shut your trap and call her Hinamori-san."

"Amu."

It was silent, the two teenagers glaring at each other tensely.

"Tsukiyomi-san!" an angelic voice ringing through his ears.

He looked up and smiled, seeing Amu and Yaya rush towards him (and of course Rima). He moved his eyes further behind them and spotted a brunette.

He studied the figure carefully, noticing that it remembered him of something. Or was it someone? He couldn't remember. Ikuto looked at the tussled hair, emerald eyes, and the dirty cleats on both feet. Cleats…Suddenly, it rang a bell.

"You!" he shouted, abruptly standing up.

The brunette looked at the guy who had just shouted and his face paled. He waved a weak hello.

"What are you doing here Tsukiyomi-san?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"This is your childhood friend?" Ikuto asked, incredulously.

Amu nodded and her mouth opened wide, "Do you two happen to kno-"

"Forget this, I'm leaving," Ikuto picked up his bag and pushed in his chair.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Amu clutched his arm in protest.

Ikuto didn't have time to feel a spark between the touch, all he cared about was the teen guy who was standing before him.

"This guy…This guy right here is the person who…"

A/N: And cue the dramatic music! I'm sill thinking of what to write next, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you so much for coping with me not updating. I'll update more often! Thanks for reading! Please review!