DISCLAIMER: This story is loosely based off of the App My forged Wedding also the characters of Shugo Chara! do not belong to me.

Kukai Part 5

"Hey, Amu?"

"Yes?"

"Why don't you hang out at my house for awhile?" Kukai suggested. "The rest of our classes are cancelled for today and I don't have practice."

"I'd love to." I smiled.

It would be good to build a relationship with the Souma family. This way I could make them genuinely believe that I was Kukai's girlfriend. I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach. How could I deceive them so easily? I shook my head and frowned to myself. I couldn't think of that right now. Kukai needs me to do this. This was repayment for my schooling here. I can't let him down!

"Then, I'll just grab something in the locker room and we can head over there." Kukai smiled and left me to go to the locker room.

"Hinamori-san?"

"Yes?" I turned and saw Hitomi standing in the doorway of one of the nearest classrooms.

"Where are you two going?" She smiled innocently at me.

Well, with the innocence of a cat about to pounce on it's prey.

"Just to Kukai's house." I replied hesitantly.

"Oh. I see." Her expression was cold as she crossed her arms.

"Is something wrong with that?"

"No. I guess not." Hitomi replied. "For now."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I don't think you and Kukai will last that long." A grin spread across her lips.

Choice A: "Why? Because you're going to do something?"

Choice B: "Why?"

Choice A Outcome:

I almost laughed at her reply, "Why? Because you're going to do something?"

I stared Hitomi down, she returned my gaze with a playful malicious look. Something seemed different about her or maybe this was how she truly acted with all of Kukai's past girlfriends? I sighed and wondered absently about how to handle the situation.

"And if I did?"

"Kukai wouldn't forgive you."

"Now why wouldn't he?" Hitomi was obviously enjoying my defiance.

"Because I would tell him what you did to me." I felt a little intimidated by her glare now. "I'm not going to run away like his past girlfriends."

"All those girls were either sluts or stupid. They weren't good enough for Kukai!"

"And you think you are?" The words felt slippery and foreign as they left my mouth.

She smiled devilishly at me, "Yes. I am."

The confidence in her voice made me feel a chill down my spine. She had made her way towards me and held my wrists. I tried to wrench them away from her, but she had a strong grip. Hitomi let go of my left wrist and pulled out a sharpie market from her skirt pocket. The marker was uncapped in seconds and she wrote on my other wrist. She finally let my wrist go and grinned at me.

"Hello, number 13." Hitomi smiled.

"Thirteen?"

I looked down at my wrist and saw the number thirteen written in gothic script. The handwriting was bold and hard to miss. What did the number mean? I stared at the number and then at Hitomi. She was smirking at me and enjoying my confusion. I frowned opening my mouth to speak.

"You're Kukai's thirteenth girlfriend."

I closed my mouth again.

"You're nothing special, therefore I don't need to know your name." She grinned. "I'll just call you '13', alright?"

"No. Not alright." I said through gritted teeth. Who did she think she was?

Choice B Outcome:

"Why?"

"Because you're not any different from any of the other girls Kukai has dated." She came out of the doorway and made her way towards me.

I took a step back and found my back against the wall of the corridor. "What do you want?"

"Just giving you your name."

"My name?" I furrowed my brow. "I obviously have one already."

"But that's one I don't need to remember." Hitomi took hold of my right wrist and dug through her skirt pocket.

"Would you let go of my wrist?"

"I will soon enough." Hitomi replied quietly as she pulled out a marker.

"What are you doing?"

"Would you please just shut up?"

She started to write on my wrist in bolded gothic script. Hitomi let go of my waist a moment later and I rubbed the reddening skin.

"Careful, careful!" She barked. "You're going to smudge the ink!"

I looked down on my wrist and read the number "13".

"What the hell does that number mean?"

"You're Kukai's thirteenth girlfriend."

"You're just the next girl in his throng of girlfriends. Your name doesn't matter to me, therefore i don't have to remember it." She grinned at me. "From now on, I'll call you 13."

"I'm a person, not some sort of pet."

"And?" She shrugged.

"Would you just call me Amu? It is much simpler than 13!" I insisted.

Hitomi ignored everything I said and kept on coming towards me.

Continuation:

"Oh, hey Hitomi!" Kukai said, coming onto the scene.

"Hey, Kukai!"

"What's going on here?" He asked looking at our tense positioning.

"Just girl talk, right Hinamori-san?"

"I thought I was '13'." I retorted.

"What?" Kukai asked.

Hitomi sent me a sharp glare. I waved my hand in her direction.

"Nothing, nothing. Don't worry about it." I smirked. "Just girl talk."

I felt like annoying Hitomi in that moment. I rushed over to Kukai's side and clung to his free arm.

"Shall we head to your place?"

Kukai looked confused at my sudden display of affection, "Yeah, sure."

Hitomi glared at me as I snuggled against his side. "I can't wait to see your family again."

"I know they want to see you." Kukai laughed.

"Well, bye Hitomi-san!" I waved to her and pulled Kukai away.

"Bye." She echoed in utter annoyance.

Kukai walked along side my quietly and listened to me as I talked. I stopped and wondered if he was alright. He's never been this quiet before. I looked up at him and saw that he had a far away look on his face.

"Kukai?"

"Yeah?" He replied, still not looking at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He shook his head and refocused on me. "Why do you have a thirteen thirteen written on your wrist?"

"Erm.." I fumbled with my brain trying to find the words. "Just a random number."

"That's what Lydia-chan said." Kukai said faintly.

"Eh?"

"Nothing, nothing."

We arrived at Kukai's house and found that his mother was already outside watering the grass.

"Amu-chan?" Mrs. Souma called.

"Good afternoon, Souma-san!" I bowed to her.

"Amu?" One of Kukai's called out.

Rento came out of the house and came up to greet me.

"It has been too long!" Rento kissed my hand and took me from Kukai.

"Rento-nii, let go of my girlfriend." Kukai fumed.

Rento did so willingly and winked at me, "Isn't he so cute when he gets jealous?"

I giggled, "Y-yeah."

The warmth of Rento's lips lingered on the back of my hand.

"Shall we go in for lunch?" Mrs. Souma asked.

I held onto Kukai's hand and nodded. Rento and Mrs. Souma led me inside the crowded house. It seemed the other boys were either at a job or in school. Rento had the day off and had been helping his mother around the house. Rento set the table and had let his food he had cooked, cool on the table.

"This looks delicious, Rento-san!"

"Ren, Amu-chan, Ren."

"Ren." I repeated timidly as he pulled open a chair for me.

"Rento-nii, stop making my girlfriend feel awkward." Kukai frowned.

"Boys, boys. Now, now. Not in front of the food."

"Yes, Mom." The two said in unison.

"How are you today?" Mrs. Souma asked me.

"I'm great, how about you?"

"A bit tried." She smiled softly to me. "But when you're old, you always feel tired."

I smiled back at her and nodded.

"Don't worry, Ma." Rento replied. "We'll always be around to help you."

I smiled wider at his comment, "It's so nice that you are all such a close family."

"Isn't your family close?" Rento asked.

"No, at least I'm not close to my mother." I sighed. "I have a little sister that I adore, however."

"Oh, I wish I had a little girl of my own."

Kukai and Rento groaned.

"Though I have played dress up with these two a few times."

Kukai's face went red, "Can we not talk about that?"

"Yeah, Ma, that's far back." Rento toyed with his fork.

"Regardless of how far back it was, it was still adorable." She put a finger to her lips and pondered for a moment. "I believe I still have the pictures."

"Pictures?" I shot the two boys questioning looks.

"Ma!" Rento protested, getting up from his seat the same time she did.

"Don't be so sour. You two looked adorable as ballerinas."

"Ballerinas?" I held back a laugh. "As in tutus?"

"And tiaras!" Her mouth suppressed her own laugh.

"Please, if you love us you won't show her." Kukai begged.

"Too late." She waved the photos in front of them and handed the item over to me.

"Amu-chan, don't look!" They begged.

Choice A: Look

Chocie B: Hand the photo to Kukai and Rento

Choice A outcome:

Without a moment's hesitation, I looked at the photo. To my surprise it wasn't of Rento and Kukai in Tutu's. Instead, it was of the two of them smiling beside each other. They were huddled close with an arm around the other. Kukai had a soccer ball tucked into his side while Rento had a basketball.

"You play basketball?" I asked, directing my gaze at Rento.

The boys looked at me bewildered.

"How did you know that?"

I shifted the picture over the table for the two brothers to see.

"Ma, you gave me a heart attack!" Rento complained.

"Yeah!" Kukai joined in.

"You guys looked so close back then."

"They used to refuse sleeping in separate beds.." Their mother chimed.

"MOM." The two said in unison.

I giggled, "That's cute."

Kukai blushed, "It is not."

Rento chuckled, "I remember you hogged all the sheets."

"Because you hogged all the space!"

"Looks like someone couldn't meet half way."

The two brothers grinned and started to eat. It made me jealous to think these two were so close and raised by such a wonderful. Was my mom ever this pleasant to be around?

Choice B outcome:

As much as I wanted to look, I knew Kukai would let me see the picture when he felt he was comfortable enough to. I slid it across the table to the two brothers. "Here." I smiled and went back to my food. They exchanged looks of confusion and carefully looked at the photo.

Kukai frowned deeply, "Mom, that isn't cool."

"Eh?"

"Yeah, getting us worked up over a joke isn't cool."

"I know, but that picture is one of my favorites!"

"What are you guys talking about?"

Rento slid the photo back to me and I leaned in to look. They were right. This photo wasn't of them in tutus like I hoped, instead it portrayed them as close brothers who had interests in different sports.

The two ate their meal in bitter silence, each blushing from embarrassment. They didn't like getting worked up. I exchanged looks with their mom and laughed along with her.

It was a nice feeling to be able to do that. It was nice meeting a normal mom. My thoughts drifted to my own mom as we all returned to our own meal.

Continuation:

After the meal, I helped out Mrs. Souma with the dishes and listened to the boys bicker in the dining room. I washed the dished as she dried. It was an efficient process and more than half of the used dishes were clean.

"What's that on your arm, Sweetheart?" Mrs. Souma asked suddenly, looking at my wrist.

I looked down and realized the 13 was still there.

"Oh, uhm…It's nothing special!" I smiled nervously.

"It's the oddest thing…" His mother pondered aloud. "His last girlfriend had the number 12 on her wrist and come to think of it, the girl before that had an 11."

Hitomi really marked 13 girls?!

Her expression hardened, "Care to fill me in?"

"I..I.." I didn't want to rat Hitomi out because of the repercussions it might bring Kukai in the future.

"Hey, Mom, stop grilling her." Kukai cut in, standing in the door way.

His mother looked calm and happy again, "I just met the girl. I'd like to know a little more about her and her liking of the number 13."

"You like that unlucky number?" Kukai asked with a raised eye brow.

"Y-Yeah.." I found myself saying.

"I thought you said it was just a random number." Kukai asked, referring to our previous conversation.

"I never said i didn't like it though…" I averted my eyes, knowing i had ten backed up into a corner.

"This isn't your hand writing." Kukai said, turning over my wrist after approaching me.

"W-Well…how do-"

"Amu-chan, we shared notes when you ad to catchup in classes, remember? I know how you write and your numbers aren't blocky and exactly like this. Your numbers are more loopy and smooched together."

I sucked in a breath and didn't know how to respond.

"Sweetheart, why don't you tell us who wrote that number on you."

"I can't."

"Why not?" Kukai demanded.

"Because you won't like the answer." I replied, looking back directly at him.

"Whats the big fuss about?" Ren asked, coming in with a dessert plate.

It was no use, Kukai was determined to know who it was.

"Fine, but you won' believe the answer." I mumbled.

"Just say it already." Kukai said a little impatient.

"It was-" Suddenly, my phone rang.

This ringtone was different from all the others. It was the ringtone reserved for my mother's emergency contact. Hurriedly, I picked up the phone and answered.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

All I could hear in the background was frantic crying.

"Mom?"

"Ami is missing!" She cried desperately. "I can't find my baby!"

I dropped my cellphone with my face in pure shock.