Courting

-chidori amane-

Author's Notes: This is just a dribble so I don't know if you guys will like it. Furthermore, I'm just following my err New Year's Resolution: write a literary piece at least three times a week. I know, that's like: IMPOSSIBLE. () I don't have beta so bear with my errors. And English is like my third language. Moreover, read the manga because it's like a fanfiction came to life (or in drawing).

Chidori: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!!!! –gives away pocky-

Shugo Cast: HAPPY VALENTINE'S TOO!!! –hugs me-

Chidori: -feels like in heaven- Before I forget and get all giddy, I want to thank my faithful reviewers! Thanks very much! You guys inspire me to continue this simple dribble.

Amu: -nods-

Ikuto: -pouts- But that doesn't change the fact that you cut my scene with Amu last chapter!

Chidori: -sweat drops- Oh THAT. Riiight. I kind of feel that many are bashing their heads on their computers or laptops after reading the last chapter. Haha. But anyway, since today is Valentine's Day, this will be a smoking – I mean special – chapter for everyone!!

Ikuto: Just make sure of that.

Chidori: Aye aye, Captain!

Ran: Chi-chan, this chapter isn't rated M, is it?

Shugo Cast(except Ikuto): -stares at me horribly- Eh?

Ikuto: -jumps up and down excitedly- Really?

Chidori: -fidgets- I'm not…sure? –nervously laughs-

Ikuto: How come you're not sure? For a minute I thought it's for real. Damn!

Chidori: Just read the damn thing, damn it! And judge for yourself!

Shugo Cast: -backs away-

Ikuto: Cranky –smirks-

Chidori: -twitches- DIE YOU UNGRATEFUL CAT!!! –chases Ikuto with ax-

Ikuto: -screams while running for his dear life-

Yoru: -sweat drops- Chi-chan doesn't own Shugo Chara.

Inside a Room

6:55 pm

IKUTO'S POV

Damn father! He's totally blowing my articulate plan. And geez, my face is all red. This is so…embarrassing. Amu must not see this or else she'll laugh her ass off. Not that I'm complaining but still, that's a big blow to my ego. My bruised ego. So I take her to a room up stair before my father – my damn father – says some things that shouldn't be said. At least no yet.

"Ikuto, where are we going?" Amu asks me suddenly and I can't answer her. I'm afraid my voice might waver or croak so I just continue walking hurriedly with her beside me. She doesn't say anything else. Good, at least I can concentrate. Every time she looks at me with those big gold orbs, I feel an overwhelming sensation in my chest. And below my waist.

Ah finally! There's the room and I open it. Agh, it's so goddamn bright! I hastily pull Amu inside and slam the door shut, making her yelp in surprise. I then switch off the light and hear Amu hitches her breath. I slump against her body – her very soft body – and I can feel myself hardening from the contact. Agh, wrong move Ikuto. Definitely wrong move.

My face is warm. I think I'm blushing not because of all the walking in this freaking huge mansion, but because of Amu's body pressed against mine. "Amu," I groan. Damn! My hormones are going overdrive! I can't take this anymore!

On the spur of a moment, I kiss Amu. Hard. Demanding. But gentle enough. I want her, oh god forbid, I want to take her now. Make her mine. Claim her as my own. Land a seal on her. So I kiss her even more. Her sweet taste, strawberry and cream, leaves an odd sensation in my mouth. It's like an addicting new flavor of ice cream. "Amu," I breath against her mouth. And she moans.

Her purrs drive me crazy. Her moans make me loose control. Her soft body hardens me – especially the region below my belt –. That's it! Something inside me snaps loudly and I carry her up and throw her on the nearby soft bed, causing her to gasp hoarsely. Not a second later, I join her and attack her mouth again. I'm on top and she's below, a very ideal position. The route of my lips changes direction and leaves a trail of butterfly kisses on her cheeks, on her eyelids, on her neck, and going back on her cheeks, on her earlobe where she moans loudly and says "Ikuto" breathily and seductively. I groan in response.

Suddenly, Amu's hands freely roam and touch my turned on body – on my shoulder, on my abs, on my back, then to my face –. My right hand, on one hand, is caressing up and down her smooth and silky legs; my left hand, on the other hand, supports me from fully crashing my body against hers. We stay like that for a short while, fully enjoying making out. My right hand is dangerously going up and I feel Amu's undergarment. She immediately slaps it and I smirk against her lips.

"Ikuto," her voice is needy and my poor baby is hurting badly to be freed in my pants. "Ikuto," she says my name again. She's already tugging the hem of my pants and I can't help but chuckle at an impatient Amu. But wait, are we ready for this?

I am not given the chance to answer that because her Charas, Ran, Miki and Suu burst in the room through the window. "Amu! Amu! There's an X-egg on the loose!" they exclaim before staring horribly and blushingly at our predicament. Oh damn!

Amu immediately sits up and goes to her charas, asking them what's going on. She doesn't want to meet my eyes. I don't blame her. "I-Ikuto," she says before taking a deep breath. "I-I'm going outside." She still doesn't look at me.

"Sure," I say as casually as I could; besides, I need a shower, a cold shower. So she makes a Character Change and hops off the room through the window.

I sigh once they are gone and pat my warm face twice, thrice, until I regain composure. What am I going to do now? Now that Amu is outside fighting a some sort of evil looking eggs. Now that my body is aching and twitching, especially my brother. Agh, right. The shower.

This is going to be a long night.

Tsukiyomi's Lawn

7:24 pm

NORMAL POV

"Ran, Miki, Suu! Snce when did this X-egg appear?" Amu asked, dodging a black heart strike from her opponent. "Damn!" she cursed, landing gracefully on a tree branch.

"Around fifteen minutes ago," Miki shouted.

"Hopeless! Hopeless!" the X-egg kept on chanting. "Ikuto-sama will never return my feeling. Hopeless! Hopeless!" It, again, fired Amu with black hearts.

"Just who this X-egg belongs to?" she asked in frustration.

Just then, she saw through the X-egg a woman with brown short hair, wearing a maid's uniform that suspiciously looked like that of Tsukiyomi's maids. "I knew it! Falling in love with someone so rich and handsome is totally stupidity! I'm hopeless! Ikuto-sama will never fall in love with me! I'm just a hopeless romantic maid. And he's… he's perfect!" The maid sobbed and sobbed harder. "I'm hopeless!"

Amu felt a bit guilty, remembering her intense make out session with this girl's love interest just a moment ago before they were interrupted thankfully or regretfully. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but feel angry at the girl who owned the X-egg she's fighting right now.

"Hopeless! Hopeless! Is that all you know? If you really love someone, fight for him! Don't just chicken out once you saw him with someone else!" She cringed slightly when she shouted that part because she that the 'someone else' was her. "If you just give up and sulk on an emo corner, then you really don't love him!!! That is so shameful! Claiming someone you love, but in fact, you really don't! Grow up, will you? Do you love him or not?"

The X-egg didn't react so Amu took this as a cue. She did a Character Change with Ran. "My own heart, Unlock!" she yelled. She then purified the X-egg suspended on the air, creating a very bright light then quickly disappearing. Amu could only sigh now that the task was over. She breathed in the air deeply while enjoying the cool breeze and shing stars of the night. She was jolt back in life when she noticed a movement behind a bush. She mentally prepared herself for a possible attack but she only blinked when she saw a girl's figure emerging from the bush. "Isn's she the maid…?"

The maid with brown hair stared at Amu shockingly before bowing deeply at her. "Hinamori-san, are you lost?" she tentatively asked, confused as to why her mistress was outside.

Amu nervously laughed before answering. "Huh? Ahm, something like that." They stayed there for a silent moment, waiting for one of them to break the eerie silence. It was Amu who spoke then. "You know, when you love someone, you must fight for him. If not for him, at least for your love. That is to prove that you really love him and it's not a some kind of bullshit you say to your friends to gush about. So for now on, you should do something about it. Right?" She gave her a sweet smile before walking away while waving her hand at her.

"What was that all about? Giving her an advice like that when I totally suck at love department. Geez, I say too much things," Amu thought while making her way to the mansion. Suddenly, she stilled. "Oh crap! How am I going to face Ikuto?" Her face reddened at the memory of Ikuto kissing her feverishly, caressing her legs, saying her name huskily-

"Amu!"

She stiffened in alarm. Cautiously, she looked up to see the owner of the voice who called her. And her cheeks immediately flamed to red. "Crap!"

"What took you so long?" he asked. His voice was very Ikuto-ish, as if they hadn't made out. Amu noticed his wet and disarray hair and change of clothes. He's back to normal.

She scowled at him and harrumphed. "Fighting an X-egg is never a flick of fingers. You should know that by now."

He smirked. "Of course, Amu-chan. Now get in here before you catch a cold!"

"Yes yes, Ikuto-sama," she said mockingly but she hid a smile before opening the door of her 'new home'.

Amu's Room

8:05 pm

This room is freakingly awesome! It's so spacious and elegant. Miki has said "the interior designer must have been talented and professional" when she first saw this. And I have to agree with that. My room is approximately at least 49 square meters, the bathroom and indoor closet are not yet included. There's also a queen-size bedroom on the center of the room and it looks tempting to sleep on. Unfortunately, I have home works to do. And that is what I am doing right now. HOME WORKS. Who invented that anyway?

And I can't concentrate. Why? The images of me and Ikuto making out keep on flooding my mind, causing me to freeze and unable to finish my home works. Agh!

"Amu-chan! You're taking so long answering just one question!" Ran notices. The other charas nod in agreement.

"Maybe she's thinking about Ikuto," Miki teases and she hits the spot. The three of them snicker and I scowl at them while I try to tone down my blush. Well, I've tried ok? But no luck. Agh.

"W-what? I'm not!" I lie lamely. "This question is just so hard, you know!"

Miki looks over my home works and rolls her eyes. "Of course, Amu-chan. When you're asked to describe you're special someone, that is just so hard. This is your Creative Writing assignment, right?"

My blush grows more and I'm about to retort when Ran has done something stupid. "From someone who can't return to someone who can, Character Change!" She says.

And then my body moves on its own, writing some stuff I don't know I would ever say or write in my life. Stopping, I quickly read what's written and I cringe every so and then. "This is so fangirlish! There's no way I'll submit this!" I grab the piece of paper and I'm about to crumple it when someone knocked on my door.

"Hinamori-sama, you are requested for dinner," a woman's voice says on the other side.

I blink and momentarily forget the paper on my hand. "Oh, okay. I'll be there in a minute!"

"Ran, Miki, Suu, are you coming?" I ask them.

They are floating lazily and shake their head. "Nah, we're cool here!"

"If you say so," I reply before laying back neatly the paper on the table.

Dining Room

8:19 pm

"So Amu, how do you like your room?" Aruto-san asks me when I join them on this marvelous grandeur dining hall.

I smile greatly at him. "It's wonderful! It's very cozy and stylishly elegant. I like it very much."

He smirks, causing me to redden a bit, so I pretend to take interest at my food. "Well, Ikuto is the one who hired the interior designer of that room. Actually, that's the only room that Ikuto personally-"

"So Amu," Ikuto butts in, effectively cutting off his father's revelation. Aruto-san cowls but I notice he hides a smirk, as if he knows something. "Do you need anything else in your room? Probably a studio-type adjacent room for your studies."

Wow, Ikuto is that rich? Scratch that, are Tsukiyomi's that rich? I shake my head sheepishly. "I don't think I'll need that. Besides, my stay here is just for temporary basis."

Aruto-san gasps dramatically. What the hell? "Amu-chan, don't say so. We'll never know what may come in the future."

Huh?

Since I am digesting and trying to read underneath the underneath of his message, I miss Ikuto's glare to his father. And I still don't get what Aruto-san means. Well, whatever.

"Oh yeah Amu, I'll drive you to the university tomorrow. I still haven't picked a suitable car for you," Ikuto says like it's the normal thing to do. Like buying me a car. I feel so poor all of a sudden.

"You're buying me a car?!" I ask him incredulously. For real?

He smirks at me. "Of course, unless you want me to drive you to school every school day. I don't mind."

"B-but you don't have to! I can go on my own. I mean I can take a cab or asks Tadase-kun to pick me up," I argue.

He frowns and scowls at the idea. "Hell no! I'd rather buy you a car."

"Kids, kids. No fighting in front of the dining table," Aruto-san reminds us. "Amu, just agree with Ikuto because even if you don't, he won't listen to you."

I agree. I totally believe him. Just my presence in their mansion is a concrete evidence of that. So I have to resign because there's no point opposing that damn cat. That damn cat who is smirking triumphantly at me. Agh!

Study Room

9:34 pm

ARUTO'S POV

Knock Knock

"Come in," I say lazily, expecting my son to enter. Ah! Speaking of the devil, here he comes. "What brings you here?"

He twitches. I only laughed inwardly at his expression. "What's the matter with you, old man?" It's now my turn to twitch. I'm not THAT old! "What if Amu figures my plan because of your nonstop remarks?"

I smirk at him just to annoy him more. I walk over to him and sling my one arm on his shoulder. "Son, that's what you call 'hinting'. I can't just stay silent and watch you flirt with her shamelessly. You might call flirting as 'hinting' but that will only make Amu think that you're playing with her."

"I'm not playing with her!" Ikuto bursts out.

I pat him on the shoulder and say sincerely, "Of course, son. I know that." He calms down a bit. "That's why, as your father, I want to make Amu feel that she is appreciated in our home."

He stays silent for a moment and I give him a squeeze on the shoulder before I make my way to the wine table. I ask him if he needs one and he just nods. After gulping, I ask him again. "So, how was your trip to Amu's parents? I presume they agreed but I have to confirm it."

Ikuto's expression is priceless. He is so easy to read. He's obviously thinking, 'How did this old man (and again, I'm not THAT old!) know?' So I smirk and say to him, "I've got my sources."

He scowls at me. I briefly wonder if our life would have been better if I didn't run away. Well, whatever. I'm here and everyone's happy so I'm cool with that.

"It took some time before I convinced them," he answers finally.

"Oh, so how did you convince them?" I ask, clearly enjoying his embarrass expression.

He coughs and looks away. "I kind of charmed them."

My face splits into a big smile and I congratulate myself for having awesome genes. "That's my son!" And I laugh amusingly. He is definitely my son.

Ikuto's Room

9:58 pm

I lay on my bed. I am so tired and just want to sleep but I can't because now that Amu is just across the room. I can easily go to her room (since I have her spare keys if ever she locks her door, but I doubt she does), and continue where we left off.

Shit! Don't go there! Ah, too late.

Amu. Her awesome and magnificent soft body. Her creamy legs. Her sweet taste. Her kisses. Her roaming hands. Her calling voice filled with desire. My sweet Amu.

I can't wash away those lingering images. They keep on coming back and I wish I can do that again. Over and over again. Ah stupid thoughts! I feel my body hardening. Very hard.

I breathe in and out to calm my overdriving hormones, which are by the way screaming bloody murder if I don't go to Amu. Now. Well, I'm not complaining.

So I step off my bed and plan to go to Amu's room. I'm standing outside her door and I notice the lights aren't turned off yet. She's probably doing her home works. Should I go in? My hormones say so. Wow, since when did I start listening to them?

Good, the door is unlocked. Typical of Amu. I walk in and notice her slump form on the table. I shake my head before making my way to her. I look at her peaceful face – her lips parted slightly, her golden eyes covered by her eyelids – and notes her assignment. Make a descriptive essay about your special someone. Wow, talk about jackpot. So I read her work. Two works actually. The one is neatly written while the other has some erasures. Assuming the neat one is her final work, I begin reading it.

Sexy Cat

A special someone may be a friend, a loved one, a family, or a celebrity idol. Mine, however, is a cat – a sexy cat. It has midnight hair and blue eyes. Its tail dictates wherever it goes and whatever it does.

It's a stray cat that I have come across with. It was fierce and growling, always ready to scratch who dared to touch him. It's a lonely cat that always went on its own, even if defying its master's orders. It's a cat that people labeled as a bad luck, but I never thought of it as such. It was far too adorable and mysterious to bring curse to anyone. So I adapted him.

My cat is a very alluring creature that purrs every time I pet its ears. Every now and then, it licks my face and I can't help but be surprised. It is sweet on its own way. When I feel troubled, it will crouch down beside me and stay there till I'm happy. When I'm angry, it will pester me till I forget what I'm mad about.

My cat is simply amazing and I will never trade him for the world.

Is it me or I think Amu's talking about me? I smirk at the idea. Well, her subject is a cat and I don't remember she ever had a cat before. Unless she got it when I wasn't around because I resembled the cat. Or maybe I'm just disillusioning myself. Tsk. A guy can dream, right?

Back to the matter at hand, I return the paper where I found it and look over at Amu. I quietly and carefully carry her to the bed and tuck her in. I kiss her forehead and just stare at her for a moment. She's really beautiful. I reach out to caress her cheeks and a small smile appears on my face. I'm totally smitten by her.

A thought strikes me and I have to congratulate myself for being smart and…mischievous. I lie beside Amu and pull her closer. She stirs and I stiffen. If she wakes up, I'm dead. After counting ten, she finally stops moving and snuggle me. I mentally sigh and snake my arm around her.

"Good night, Amu."

If she wakes up and find me here, then I'll just have to wake up before she does.

To be continued….

Chidori: Yehey! I'm done with this! It took me half a day of Valentine's Day, mind you, to finish this chappy!

Ikuto: This is my favorite chapter! Damn! Woot!

Amu: Wow…

Chidori: -smirks- I'm actually proud of this work. Well, sort of. Haha. I cancelled my date because of this and that. It sucks but it's worth it. I think. So people, at least give me warm reviews! Give me many reviews!!! As your Valentine's gift, turn my reviews to 100!!! Or above that number!! Yeah!!!

Ikuto: I wish everyday is Valentine's Day. –sighs dreamily-

Chidori: You wish just so you can get it on with Amu. Such a shame Ikuto.

Ikuto: -blushes- Tsk. Whatever.

Chidori: -grins- REVIEW PEOPLE!!!