NekoBerryKisses, who can also be known as Natsuki Nanohana, was staring intently at the empty page on Microsoft Word 2007 when she heard a sudden slamming of the door. It was none other than Ikuto Tsukiyomi. Apparently, he was very angry at the moment.

"Naki-chan! You'd better have a damn good reason for not having updated lately!" the cat-eared teen yelled. His eyes were wide with PURE anger. There was practically fire surrounding him. She sighed and walked up to him. After tiptoing to reach his height, she petted him once again on the head, stroking his silky midnight hair.

"You're awfully adorable when you're angry," she complimented, smiling sweetly. He purred for a second, but gained back his anger.

"Then I must be impossibly sexy because I'm furious!" he yelled, pushing my so she landed on her butt.

"Itai!" she yelped. "That hurts!"

"It's supposed to. Now get to writing!" he demanded.

"And what's my motivation?" she asked, crossing her arms. Boy, that tsundere…

"Your huh?"

"Motivation. What will make me want to write it?"

"Hmm…" he thought while scratching his chin. "Your poor, poor fans?" She shook her head.

"Try again," she challenged. Just then, a random Amuto fan had burst through the door.

"Hey! You don't care about us?!" She just stared at the Amuto fan with a confused expression. "On second thought, don't answer that. Just go type!"

"Make me!" the girl demanded. Both Ikuto and the Amuto fan took her by the arms and glued her wrists to the space in front of the keyboard.

"THERE! NOW TYPE, YOU EVIL LITTLE GIRL!" Ikuto and the Amuto fan commanded the persistent writer.

"Although my wrists are glued near the keyboard, that won't make me type," she said, stubbornly.

"Do you want to end up like Drosselmeyer?" asked the Amuto fan. At that point, all the Amuto fans came into her bedroom.

"Hey…I thought the people chopped his hands off because he was too powerful," the author stated, narrowing her eyes at the Amuto fans.

"No," stated the fanatic.

"His arms were chopped off by us…," continued another fanatic.

"…Because he wouldn't update his Amuto fanfiction," finished another fanatic. She was scared now.

"So…do you want to write or do you want us to bring you and your hands to the guillotine?" She sweat dropped.

"E-eto…looks like I have a lot of work to do." She started to type. Kukai looked over her shoulder as she typed.

"Don't forget the disclaimer," reminded the soccer boy.

"I know," she stated as she typed the words 'DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHUGO CHARA! OR SHUGO CHARA!! DOKI! IN ANY WAY. OH, AND I DON'T OWN DROSSELMEYER EITHER.' Utau looked over her shoulder.

"And maybe some things where I butt in to make the story interesting," suggested the purple-eyed singer.

"Got it," she said as she typed away. This time, Ikuto looked over her shoulder.

"And the words 'Ikuto is the smexiest man alive even if he is just an anime character' in the center in bold, underlined, italicized, CAPITALIZED text," the pervert whispered into the writer's ear.

"I know," she said, typing away, and then realized what she had written. She looked at her computer screen.

IKUTO IS THE SMEXIEST MAN ALIVE EVEN IF HE IS JUST AN ANIME CHARACTER!

"Hmm," she thought for a second. "It is true though," she said aloud, then continued to write.

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(Amu's POV)

So, here I am with Tsukiyomi. He had his arm locked with mine and he was smirking again. I looked at him for a second, then turned away. Doesn't he ever smile? I mean…at least not smirk?! Honestly, if he keeps doing that, his face'll get stuck that way. Maybe it already is.

"Hey," I heard the blue-haired celeb state, breaking my from my trance.

"Hmm?" I asked, looking up at him. I never noticed how his blue eyes…GAH! What am I thinking?!

"Where do you want to go?" he asked me. I stared at him shocked.

"EH?! You took me away from my friends and you didn't have any idea of where to go?!" I asked. I was furious! He ruined my day at the park with my friends!

"Would you rather we go somewhere I'd like, or somewhere you'd like?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I groaned in frustration.

"WHATEVER! Look, if you don't mind, I'm going back to my friends," I told him, about to storm off until he grabbed my wrist. It was light, but firm. It was an indescribable feeling and I know Ikuto felt it, too.

Just by the sudden look on his face, I could tell that he had no idea what was happening. It's as if the world had stopped revolving around the sun and the sun shone on Ikuto and I only. At that moment…it felt like…we had some sort of thing going on here.

All it took was 15 more seconds for him to let go. Fifteen long seconds.

His touch was gone and so was the amazing world we were in at that moment. My hair didn't float in mid air anymore and neither did his. I felt like the world had dropped me and I landed in a pool of those play pins filled with balls.

"Umm…don't leave," was all he could say. I nodded unconsciously as he grabbed my hand softly. It felt awkward, still, so he let go. I had that same feeling I had a few seconds ago when he held my hand and let it go.

"Well, I think spending some time at that one restaurant. I think it was called 'Kokoro no Tamago.' I hear that they serve pretty good food," I stated.

"And if I get caught?" Ikuto asked, cocking and eyebrow. I raised one right back at him.

"What're you talking about?"

"Have you forgotten that I'm a famous actor who gets attacked my fan girls on a daily basis?" he asked me.

"I've got a few connections at the restaurant."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go," he stated. He suddenly carried me bridal style. We were in that world again.

Sometimes, things like this are just…un-understandable.

(A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Will you review this story as a birthday present? Please? –kawaii anime chibi eyes-)