A/N: Hey guys, what's up? Guess what! I hate school. Yeah, yeah, don't we all?

Quick Side Note: Rima is finally here! I know, I know, took me long enough, right? And she's my favorite Shugo Chara! character. Then Amu. Then Nagi. Then Utau. Then Ikuto. Then Kukai. Then Yaya. The Ka- well, you get the point. Anyhow, new chapter. Cheer at it's extreme randomness.

Love the random.

-----Recap~

I nod. "Well, they are bitches, but I didn't mean to say that out loud. Actually, I didn't know that I did until they were glaring at me."

Mashiro laughs. "That was great. I like you. Call me Rima."

"Okay, Rima. Call me Amu."

And a beautiful new friendship begins.

-----End Recap~!

"Pleeeeaaaase?" Kukai whines.

I frown. "Kukai, I told you my parents wouldn't like me going over to a boys house!"

Kukai narrows his eyes. "Why not? Liar!!"

Ikuto sighs, shaking his head. Hmm.... That reminds me of that song, Shake It. I love that song.

"Kukai, I doubt that she's lying. Why don't we just go to your house, Amu?"

I nod. "Yeah, my parents would be more comfortable knowing that they could spy on us. Actually, my dad. My mom will probably hand you guys some condoms and comment on how she used to love three ways."

Ikuto chuckles and Kukai grins. "Awesome!!"

Damn. They didn't think I was serious about my mom. Ah, oh well. Their loss.

Losers.

"So," Ikuto says, "we'll see you after school?"

I sigh. "Yeah, sure. Later."

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"Mama, Papa, I'm home!" I call, opening the door.

Mama looks over from the kitchen and grins. "Boys!" she shouts, running towards us.

Kukai coughs. "She's.... energetic..."

"You haven't seen anything," I whisper back. From beside me, I hear Ikuto let out a low chuckle.

"BOYS?!?!" Papa cries, running down the stairs. "Nooo! My sparrow!"

I frown. My father used to be a bird photographer, and sparrows were his favorite birds. He chose to get my little sister and I that nickname.

I hate sparrows.

I picture the little bird getting shot and I laugh evilly in my brain.

Ikuto nudges me.

I snap out of my daze in time to see my mom stuffing condoms in his and Kukai's pockets. "For safety," she announces.

Papa cries harder.

"You know," Mama says, "when I was Amu-chan's age my favorite sex was three ways. I loved them. I also liked four ways- completely filled, you know? It was so much fu-"

"Mama!" I screech. Ikuto flinches.

Ha. That's what he gets.

"We are not going to have sex! Just play video games and study and stuff! No sex!" I make a X with my arms.

Mama nods and Papa calms down. "Well," Mama says, "what do you boys think of Amu-chan?"

Kukai grins and sticks out his thumb. "Amu's great!"

Ikuto smirks.

Ooh, shit.

He pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist, and places his head on top of mine. "I love her," he says.

I narrow my eyes and puff out my now red cheeks. "Ikuto!" I whine.

Mama and Papa freeze. "Am-Amu-chan..." Mama says slowly, "I thought you had stopped seeing Ikuto..."

I grin. "This is Ikuto!"

Ikuto nods. "It's strange. I guess me and Amu are just soul mates. Sense, you know, me looking, acting, and having the same name as her imaginary friend. I think it may be some kind of sign..."

Mama sparkles and Papa nods in approval. Kukai snickers and I turn around and poke him in he chest. "Stupid, that's taking things too far."

Ikuto shrugs. "Well," he says, taking my hand, "we should probably get up to Amu's room now." He walks towards the stairs, dragging me behind him- Kukai following-, and turns down the hall. Walking down to the second room, he takes a left- straight into my room.

"I'll come up with snacks in a bit!" Mama calls.

Kukai frowns. "Have you been here before?" he demands.

Ikuto shakes his head and looks around the room, muttering something under his breath.

"How did you know the way to my room?" I ask.

Ikuto turns on his heel and walks towards my bed and flops onto it. "Lucky guess."

I frown.

Ikuto stares into my eyes. "Don't frown. It'll make you get wrinkles. And we don't want that, now, do we?"

Kukai pulls out a condom. "It's lime flavored. I guess she liked my eye color."

Ikuto and I stare at him- both of us amused. Ikuto then pulls out one himself. ".... Blueberry. Color schemes, maybe?" Ikuto grins. "Then again, that's just like her."

"What's just like who?" I question.

"Hm? Ah, nothing. Just... talking to myself is all."

"Weirdo."

Ikuto raises a perfect brow. "I'm a weirdo?"

"Yes. Because you say that you're not Ikuto but you so clearly are!"

Kukai furrow's his eye brows. "That doesn't make sense."

"My imaginary friend."

"Amu, could you see, hear, and touch Ikuto?" Ikuto asks.

I nod. "Smell, too. You both smell like chocolate and fresh air."

"That's four of the five senses, Amu. That means he was real, not imaginary."

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