A/N: Here's some amuto for you. Of course, I just can't help but write rimahiko, because I absolutely love them! I hope you find this chapter very funny.

I got this one out really fast. Hurray! See all the good reviewing did? Just keep it up!

Once again, a huge thanks to Shadow Host for all the wonderful ideas! This chapter will be based on one of them.

The Million Dollar Bet

Day Eight, Part One

"What?!" Amu exclaimed, turning much redder than usual. But this time, it was mostly out of anger, and not so much embarrassment.

"Sorry, Amu, that's what we decided," Utau said. "*Dai Hin Min obeys Dai Fugo for the rest of the day."

"But that's not fair! There's no way I'm going to be a slave to that Baka-hentai-cosplay-neko!"

"Now, now, my little strawberry; nobody likes a sore loser," said Ikuto, smirking. He was already getting a kick out of this.

"But—but—he's—I can't—no way!" Amu stuttered, turning to each of her friends in desperation. "Rima-chan? Tadase? Nagi? Kukai?... Yaya?" Tadase was the only one that sided with her.

"This is going to be very entertaining," Utau said, looking devious.

"I will give you your first command now," announced Ikuto.

"Eeeeep!" squeaked Amu. Ikuto's smirk grew.

"Go make lunch."

"What?"

"See? I'm not being evil. Amu, you really are a pervert, thinking I would make you do something awful."

Amu rose from the circle they were all sitting in walked into the kitchen. Ikuto followed her, describing exactly what he wanted to eat. When she chara-changed with Suu, the whole thing went a lot faster.

Within an hour, there was a very fancy meal that consisted mostly of several kinds of fish cooked in different ways set on the table. Ikuto was happy, and Amu was fuming, although she was pleased with herself for having made all that food.

After lunch, everyone gathered in the living room to watch Ikuto order Amu around. He would give her really random things to do, some of them which she was incapable of. It was very amusing, especially when the pinkette reacted dramatically to each order and put up a huge protest before doing it. After a while, she started obeying without much of a fight. Ikuto used this to his advantage.

"Alright, now kiss me," he ordered. Amu turned a brighter shade of red than anyone had previously thought humanly possible.

"W-w-wh-what?!" she yelled. He grinned evilly. Amu pecked him on the cheek, at which Ikuto frowned.

"Not like that, like this," he clutched her jaw, and pressed his lips firmly against hers. Everyone watched in shock as Amu's arms wound themselves around his neck, and she didn't pull back for quite a while. In fact, she actually looked somewhat pleased.

Surprisingly, Ikuto ended it. Then he smiled. It was a real smile unlike most of them had ever seen him do before. But it quickly changed back to his trademark smirk.

"Now admit you're a pervert," he told her.

"I'm a—hey, wait! No I'm not!"

"Say it. It's only three words."

"But I'm not!"

"No? You sure seemed to enjoy that kiss."

"N-n-no! I h-hated it!"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Say it."

"No!"

"Yes!"

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"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"Okay." Ikuto looked very pleased with himself. Amu turned in the other direction, ashamed of being tricked so easily.

"No!"

"Well, then, I guess I've had a change of heart."

"Really?"

"Yes. You have to write it at least 100 times!"

Everyone went off to do something else, while Ikuto sat on the couch, watching Amu write the single sentence over and over again. The whole while, she muttered under her breath, "Baka baka-hentai-cosplay-neko," or some other such thing, sometimes something about getting revenge. After a while, she gave up such indulgences, and just muttered the sentence as she wrote it.

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"Finally!" Amu yelled, standing up quickly. She snatched the paper up and started to tear it, but Ikuto stopped her.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you. If you destroy it, I'll make you write it all over again."

"Kyaaaa!" She dropped the paper in disgust, as if it was some poisonous snake. Ikuto burst out laughing, something that didn't happen very often.

~Upstairs~

Utau, Kukai, and Yaya were all watching a movie: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Surprisingly, Yaya had never seen it before. Kukai and Utau decided to watch it with her because, frankly, they had nothing better to do. Amu was downstairs being ordered around by Ikuto, and Nagihiko and Rima were doing the laundry, because they had been picked to do it the day before.

Yaya got really excited as soon as she saw the beginning credits of the movie, which pictured all sorts of candies being made. She was even drooling a little bit. Throughout the whole thing, Yaya's eyes didn't stray from the screen.

Utau got bored, and was yawning because she had stayed up the night before reading that book on hypnotism. Which, by the way, she planned to use later.

Kukai was bored, too, but didn't say anything. He held back a snicker when Yaya started singing along with the songs.

"Oh, the candy man can! Yes, the candy man can because he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good!" she sang. Utau grinned, thinking Yaya was more amusing than the movie. Besides, singing that song just seemed so right for the hyper little girl.

Even with Yaya's excited singing, Utau was dozing off. It was one of those times where you really have no control, and you're eyes just droop shut, no matter your efforts to keep them open. And the next thing Utau knew, she was asleep, completely unaware of her position.

Kukai, however, did notice Utau's position. Suddenly, a weight dropped onto his shoulder, and he turned to see a blond head with two pigtails resting there. Her eyes were closed, and she very much appeared to be sleeping. In a moment of awkwardness, Kukai wondered what to do. It's not every day that an idol falls asleep on your shoulder. Even if he was on very good terms with her: no-honorific-terms, in fact. Actually, he'd even kissed her a few times.

With these thoughts in mind, Kukai came to a conclusion on what to do: nothing. Just let her sleep. He grinned, and rested his head on top of hers in a surprisingly comfortable position.

~Meanwhile~

"Why do we have to do the laundry?" Rima pouted. Nagihiko smiled.

"I volunteered, remember? And Utau volunteered you," he stated.

"Why do we have to do it?"

"Why not? We can help out, and it might be fun," he was still grinning at her in that charming way. Darn that kira-kira face of his. Rima melted.

"Fine," she said, still with a stern pout.

"C'mon, Rima-chan, someone has to do it," he grabbed her hand and began walking down the hall toward the laundry room. His fingers slid between hers, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was still amazed at how he could affect her like that.

They reached the laundry room and Nagi let go of Rima's hand, much to her disappointment, though she probably wouldn't have admitted it. He opened the dryer and pulled a bunch of towels and such into a laundry basket. He dragged that to the center of the room, moved the stuff from the washer to the dryer, and started a new load.

"If you're going to do it all, why do you need me here?" she asked. He sat down in front of the laundry basket and motioned for her to do the same. She sat on the opposite side of it.

"We have to fold these clean things," he said, picking up a towel and neatly folding it. He set it aside, and reached for another. Rima attempted to copy his folding, but it was no good. She growled and muttered under her breath as she tried to bend the towel to her will. After a few moments of frustration, Nagi noticed and began to laugh.

"Shut up," muttered Rima. "If you expect me to do this, you should at least show me how to do it."

"Of course, Rima-koi," he said teasingly.

"Why'd you call me that? It's embarrassing."

"Because you're my girlfriend," he replied. Rima glared, and threw the towel at him. It landed on his head, covering his face. He laughed again and took it off. "Well, I was going to show you… but if you want it that way," he picked up one of the folded towels and tossed it at her.

It landed on her head and tumbled to the floor behind her. She grabbed it and chucked it back, getting to her feet. Both of them were grinning widely.

Rima missed Nagi, but his aim wasn't as bad. Within moments, a full-blown laundry fight had broken out, and both were laughing as they threw towels at each other, moving around the room to dodge the attacks. It was a bit like an inside snowball fight.

Since their charas weren't there, Rhythm couldn't chara-change to make Nagi do anything impulsive, which he probably would have done if he had been there.

Dodging a towel being thrown at her, Rima tripped over the laundry basket lying in the middle of the room, landing with an "oof!" on her back. Nagi, who'd been chasing her, also tripped, and landed on top of her, though he managed not to hurt her in the process. I've got you now, Rima-koi," he said in the same teasing voice that had gotten them into this position in the first place. Rima, still giggling, looked right up into his eyes.

"So you do, Nagi-koi," she teased, playing along. And with that, she lifted herself on her elbows and kissed him.

Beep, beep, beep, the dryer rang, breaking the couple apart. Nagihiko grinned at her, and got up to get the laundry out of the dryer. Rima sat up and began to attempt folding the towels, once again.

~Later on~

Achoo! Rima looked half worried and half annoyed. Yaya and Amu looked surprised. Although the petite blond was completely over the sniffles she'd had the day before, Nagihiko seemed to now be having a similar problem. She had warned him that he would catch it from her…

"Nagi, did you get a cold, too?" Amu asked.

"Maybe Nagi got it from Rima-tan!" Yaya said.

"How could that happen? Everyone knows those two stay away from each other like negative magnets," Amu protested.

"It's rude to talk about people in the room like they aren't there," Rima pointed out, her nose in the air.

"It's okay, minna, there's a cold going around, I think," said Nagihiko.

"Amu, come here!" a deep voice called from the other room. Amu hung her head and trudged away, preparing herself to face the cruel and unusual punishment she was receiving for ending up as Dai Hin Min.

"Yaya wants to watch Amu do funny things!" she walked after Amu.

Nagihiko sneezed.

"I told you that you would get sick," said Rima.

"Hey! I never said 'I told you so' when you got sick!" he retorted. There was a short silence, but it wasn't awkward. "This kitchen needs to be swept," he eventually stated, getting up from his seat on the barstool. Rima glared at him.

"You're not going to do it," she stated. Nagi looked surprised.

"Why?"

"Because you're sick. And you cooked when it was my turn since I was sick, so I'll do it."

"Really?"

"Do you think I can't do it? It's just sweeping!"

"Okay, Rima-chan, if you really want to," he said.

Rima walked into the pantry and grabbed the broom. It was only about half a foot shorter than she was. This made it hard for her to handle. So when she attempted to sweep with the large object, it appeared quite like she was dancing with it.

After a few minutes, Nagihiko burst out laughing. Rima stopped and glared at him. "What are you laughing at, Fujisaki?"

"I'm sorry, Rima-chan, but I think you need a taller dancing partner. The broom is too short, even for you," he said, sneezing. Rima, who hadn't been meaning to dance with the broom in the first place, decided to play along.

"This broom is perfectly fine," she sniffed.

"Gomen, Rima, really, you two don't make a very good couple. And he's rather stiff."

"There's nothing wrong with my broom!" Rima cried, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Aww, Rima loves the broom! But I'm afraid your new boyfriend is rather unresponsive," teased Nagi.

"Are you jealous?" Rima countered, as Nagihiko's face turned red.

"Sure. Yeah, I'm jealous!"

"Nagi is jealous of a broom! He's that helpless…"

"Hey, you're the one dancing with it," he replied. Amu walked into the kitchen, looking very tired and annoyed. She began searching for something in the refrigerator.

"Konichiwa, Nagi and Rima-chan," she said, closing the refrigerator and opening a cabinet.

"Amu-chan, meet Rima-chan's new boyfriend: the broom," said Nagihiko. Amu glanced at Rima, who was still clutching the broom, and giving Nagi a death-glare.

"Okay, if you insist. But you don't make a very cute couple," she declared, giggling. Rima's glare turned to Amu, who stopped laughing. She picked up a can of something, and opened it.

"Do you guys know how to make a tuna sandwich?"

A/N: I had lots of fun writing this chapter. In fact, it's one of my favorites. Any requests for commands Ikuto can give Amu are eagerly welcomed and greatly appreciated! Please PM them to me, however, so as not to spoil a surprise if I decide to use them.

*Dai-Hin-Min/Dai-Fugo: In case you don't know what this is. It is a card game that involves rankings: Dai-Fugo being very rich man, and Dai-Hin-Min meaning very poor man. In some variations of the game, Dai-Hin-Min is required to obey Dai-Fugo. So as a very simple explanation: Ikuto won, and Amu lost, so she has to do whatever he says for a day. A huge thanks to Shadow Host for this idea!

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