I am so sorry for the wait! My other Shugo Chara story will be ending soon so I'll be able to update this one sooner. R&R!

Chapter 5

Ikuto's POV:

I stared at the furry object in my hands. I never thought I'd see this again. I never thought I'd see the owner of this thing again. I was hoping to never see the owner again, well, maybe I did wish to see her, secretly. I held out the object farther away from me to check every part of it. Yep. It's this one. The one and only stuffie with a blue and pink kitty holding a heart together. And of course there heart said one thing: Love. Amu and I each got one of these. They're specially made so unless some other couple had the same exact idea as us, no one should have another one. I remember the final weekend we spent together was at the mall. We decided to buy something that we would both have. It was decided to be a pink and blue cat holding a heart together. The price…wasn't low…but we got it. And then the final day – at the airport – we coincidentally gave each other the same parting gift. Great minds think alike right? I got a pink kitty, she got a blue kitty. Cats. A thought hit me. If Amu has this, wouldn't she have that blue kitty too? Only one way to find out. I dug under her bed and found tons of other kitties. Amu secretly became a cat-lover? The kitty I gave her had the word Amuto sewed on the back. I smile to myself as I remembered her expression as she saw it. I feel around and finally find it. It wasn't as fuzzy as before but it was definitely the one.

Footsteps.

Dang it. I look behind me at all the kitties scattered around the room. I take a deep breath and all throw them back under the bed, muttering an apology to each kitty as I throw it.

As I throw the last one under, the door opens and Amu's standing there. She raises an eyebrow when she sees me on the ground.

"Look…" I start.

"Yes. Please explain."

"Uh…um…" I come up with the reason, which is actually true, "I dropped my pencil."

"Yes. Yes." She says sarcastically.

"And I think it rolled under your bed, I was just about to check."

I saw her flinch and swallow, but she quickly regained her calm, straight posture. Well, Amu has changed.

"Nah," she replies, "It's really dusty and dirty under there. I'll give you a pencil."

Yes. This is Amu. The cats aren't a coincident. She's hiding them.

"Okay then." I accept the plain #2 pencil she gives me.

We continue on our homework. When I finish, I decide to break the silence, "So…A-"

She whips around.

I cough, "Um…A fly was about to land on your shoulder." Stupid, Ikuto! What the heck, a fly!?

She seems to relax, "Well…okay."

"And…um…Hoshimi, don't you think we should get to know each other? I mean, we are partners and all…"

"Fine. You start."

"Well. I like cats. I play the violin. My dad's a famous violinist. Uh…Yeah. I have blue hair, as you can see."

"Interesting…I like…cats too…I like to…" I can tell she's thinking of things to say that would be completely opposite of Amu.

"I like to bake, draw, sing, and play sports."

Well that's definitely Amu. She sucked at pretty much all of those. But singing…I admit she sang pretty well.

Amu's POV:

No way. Did he look under my bed while I was gone? No, we was going to. But not yet. He didn't.

What?! Now he's asking me to tell about myself!? Is he purposely making my life hard, or what? I think about the Amu he knew…I sucked at sports, drawing, and cooking and stuff. I got it! I'll just name Clover of the Wind's skills!

Ikuto's POV:

"Oh you have the same skills have Clover of the Wind. That's cool."

"Yeah I may become famous and replace her." She says sarcastically.

"Wow. Amazing. I may be talking to a future-famous person right now!" I gasp in fake astonishment.

"Yes. So for a limited time only, I'm offering a free autograph!"

"Oh yes! Please, I beg you, Clover of the Wind Jr., please!"

She rolls her eyes, "Oh please, Jr.? I need a new name."

"Mm…" We both think for a while.

"The Pink Cat." I blurt out.

She flinches, as if realizing her let down her wall for too long. She put it back up immediately. The laughter died from her eyes. Her smile turned into a frown. She turned away, back to the computer.

"That's stupid," she snaps, "We're suppose to be doing research."

A glass way. It's breakable. It's see-through. I can see the true Amu hiding in there, dying to come out and change her life, return the joy into it. But she won't break that wall. It'll stay there. So I have to break it. But she has to help too.

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