vampgirl8: Hi guys! It's been awhile, sorry I took so long...
Ikuto: She was trying to maximize her pervertedness output.
vampgirl8: I WAS NOT!
Amu: Ikuto! Stop picking on vampgirl8!
vampgirl8: -tears- Thank you, Amu...
Amu: -hugs vampgirl8- I know, I know. I understand, honey.
Ikuto: -sweatdrops- This is a bit too exaggerated, even for me.
vampgirl8: Shut up, Ikuto. You'll be just fine once you read the chapter...
Ikuto: -excited- Is it just as perverted as you promised it would be?!
vampgirl8: Oh, yes, Ikuto. It is.
Amu: -backing away- Why am I suddenly afraid again?
vampgirl8: You'll see! Anyway, I'd like to thank Mistress Dark Star, hellbutterfly421, sounchy, and kuroxdoragon for their ideas! They win the contest! I combined them a bit, to make one big gigantic Amu plan! Yay!
Amu: What is this 'plan' exactly?
vampgirl8: You'll see, Amu. Now, your prize is...A BRAND NEW CAR!
Ikuto/Amu/all other characters: WHAT?!
vampgirl8: Just kidding, sorry if I got your hopes up. Your real prize is...You get to be locked in the closet of doom with all the other users I've got in there in Shugo Chara Talkshow!
Mistress Dark Star/hellbutterfly421/sounchy/kuroxdoragon:WHAT?!
vampgirl8: Hey, how'd you get here? Nevermind, I don't want to know, just get in there... -shoves them all in closet-
Ikuto: Isn't it getting cramped in there? You've got like, six other people from that talkshow in there...
vampgirl8: I know! Ikuto, you get to feed them later.
Ikuto: Huh?
vampgirl8: Yay! -dances-
Ikuto: Is it me, or does anyone else think she's getting a bit random?
Amu: No, we all think so.
Miki: Hey, shouldn't we stop her before she dances off that cliff?
Yoru: Hee, no just let her go. She'll stop eventually.
vampgirl8: -dancing- You make me feel like dancing! -approaches edge- You make me feel like DANCING! -dances off cliff- OOPS!
Amu:...you think she'll be okay?
Ikuto: -sweatdrops- I'm sure...after all, why would she call herself vampgirl8 if she wasn't a vampire?
Miki:...maybe because she's just an obssessed fangirl?
Ikuto:...didn't think of that.
All the characters: We're coming vampgirl8 -runs to the edge of the cliff-
Miki: Okay, vampgirl8 does not own Shugo Chara in any way!
Amu: She's not moving!
Ikuto: I'll do mouth to mouth!
Amu:...wait, a second, she's smiling?
Ikuto: I'm going in! -moves to give mouth to mouth to vampgirl8-
Amu: Wait, Ikuto!
vampgirl8: YES!!
Miki: Thanks for reading!
Ikuto: I...can't...breathe...
Chapter 7: Out Perverting Ikuto
Amu sat on her bed, legs crossed and mind blank. How could she get Ikuto to say that he loved her? HE was the perverted one, not her! How was she supposed to come up with an idea that would knock the socks off even him. Something told her being sweet and innocent wouldn't work, she'd have to be crafty in this one.
That's when it hit her.
Out pervert Ikuto.
Amu's eyes narrowed. Yes, yes. That could work. But, how did she, little old Amu, out pervert the master of all perverts? The guy who, just by glancing at her, could make her blush. Was it even possible?
Amu sighed, but then sat up abruptly when something popped into her head. She rushed to her closet, searching for the one thing she knew would work…
Amu held up the item, inspecting it. Slowly, a plan began to form in her head.
Yes, she decided. Yes, it was possible.
The next day, Amu walked with the things she'd need tucked into her bag. She'd called Nagehiko last night, and he'd helped her set up the final arrangements. She and Ikuto now had the first three class periods off. Gotta love a friend with connections.
She sneaked into the garden, using the key Nagehiko had hidden in a nearby plant. She locked it behind her, so no one would come in while she was working, then head inside to look around at all the plants and observe the dais and stairs. Where would she set up?
Amu walked up the stairs onto the dais. This seemed like a good spot. She moved the chairs and table to a spot where they wouldn't cause trouble. Then, she proceeded to lay out a quilt, a picnic basket, and a small stereo that she played mood music in.
Amu brushed off non-existing dust from her hands, then looked around at her handiwork. Everything was perfect and in order. There was no more avoiding it.
A blush crept up her cheeks at the mere thought of what she was about to do. She headed into a shaded area, and changed into the outfit. She'd never thought she'd wear it again, but apparently she would be today.
She checked the pockets to make sure the thing was in there, then sat on the blanket after unlocking the door once more. All she had to do now was wait. Her Charas were in here, she knew, but they'd been told to stay away from the area she'd be working in.
The blush grew deeper as she thought once again of what she was planning. She couldn't help but, in a way, think she was-loathe the word-seducing Ikuto.
When the sound of the garden door closing reached her ears, she struggled to compose herself. She couldn't get flustered. She had to stay focused. So, reaching inside her to a place she'd discovered just recently, Amu pulled out some of the courage she'd stored in there for times like this. She was in control. She was dominant.
The moment Ikuto saw her, she noticed his eyes widen. She stood up, allowing him to see fully the café uniform she was wearing. Her class had done a café in her last year of middle school, and her Mama had made the uniform. She was lucky it still fit her, even if it was a teeny bit tight.
She felt a bit like he was devouring her with his eyes as he looked her over once more. It was a once piece with a short skirt with frilly underskirt, and the bodice laced up the front, with off the shoulder straps and leggings up to mid-thigh with small heeled shoes. That wasn't the worst of it, though. The fact that the entire thing was pink, now that was the worst part.
Ikuto walked up the stairs slowly, his face the reincarnation of pure sin. Amu struggled not to blush under such a look. She started to walk towards him, batting her eyelashes a few times. Hopefully this would work. Hopefully being the key word.
They met at mid-stair, and Ikuto leaned against the metal railings as he pulled Amu up to his chest. Before he could crash his lips into hers, she tucked her face into his chest.
"Where's Yoru?" she asked innocently, as one of her hands creeped toward her pocket.
Ikuto shrugged. "Off playing with your Charas somewhere."
"What are you doing here, then?" She had her hand in her pocket, and was slowly pulling out the object that was the key to her plan.
Ikuto chuckled. "If I remember correctly, it's because I found a note on my desk to my first class stating that I was to meet you here in twenty minutes, and that I was excused from my first three classes. Unless that was all a dream?"
Amu giggled. "No, it wasn't a dream." She started moving the object into position. "Ikuto?"
"Hmmm?" he asked, burying his face in her hair.
"You remember that deal we made yesterday?"
Amu couldn't see his face, but she would bet he was grinning. She could hear it in his voice. "Yes, I remember. Why? Is this little uniform all apart of your plan? If so then, I'm sorry, but it's going to take a lot more than you looking scrumptious-"
He stopped as the telltale click of metal resounded in the garden. Amu pulled away from him, standing just out of his reach. She grinned as he looked down, shocked, at the handcuffs now securing him to the railing.
"What the-?"
"Welcome to Amu's 'Get-Ikuto-to-Say-He-Loves-Her' Plan part one." Amu walked to the top of the stairs, commencing to sit on the quilt.
Ikuto followed along the railing until he was at the top of the stairs, then crouched down to sit on the top step about six feet away-once more just out of his reach. His dark eyes bore into hers as he said, "And what, pray tell, does this plan of yours include?"
Amu blushed, unable to hold it back anymore, making him smirk. Honestly, she hadn't thought she'd get this far. But, now that she had, she had to follow through with her plan.
"Oh, nothing, just going to have a little snack…" Amu opened up the picnic basket, pulling from it's depths two containers. Opening them, she revealed warm melted chocolate. From the other, she produced strawberries. Then, finally, she reached in and pulled out the final item, a can of whipped cream. Not just any whipped cream, either, but the limited edition mint kind.
Ikuto's eyes widened, and she felt a smirk form on her face. For the moment, it seemed as though they had switched places, roles.
Amu dipped one of the strawberries into the chocolate, biting off one sweet chunk, then licking her lips. Ikuto's eyes followed every movement.
"You know what you have to do if you want to join me, Ikuto-kun," she whispered, cocking her head at him.
Ikuto took a deep, steady breath, gulping loudly. Amu smiled. She knew perfectly well what he was feeling, she'd felt it plenty of times herself. It's what made her blush so bad every time Ikuto restrained her back before he left, where she couldn't touch him or anything, and he drove her senses wild.
It was the feeling of slowly going insane.
Amu reached for the whipped cream, spraying some onto a finger and licking it off. She figured if anything would push him over, it would be this. She squirt another small pile into her hand, licking it off small bit by bit. She heard Ikuto's breathing hitch.
Wow, now she knew why he got such a kick out of driving her wild, it was so much fun! Being a perve really did heave it's bonuses, after all. But more than that, she was loving that she had this kind of effect on him. That she could make him feel this way. Now if only she could get him to say-
"Alright! Alright! You win."
Her head turned sharply in his direction. What had he said?
Ikuto sighed. "You win, Amu-chan." He slumped forward, hiding his face with his hair.
Amu laughed in triumph. Moving forward, she sat on her knees and cradled Ikuto's head on her shoulder. His free hand moved around hold her hip. "Good, now just say those three tiny words…" Now her breathing hitched, as Ikuto started kissing her bare neck and shoulder.
"Amu-chan," Ikuto said, his breath coming out in a whisper as he kissed his way up her neck.
"Yes, Ikuto-kun?" Amu felt him move up to nibble her ear.
"I love," he whispered.
Amu held her breath in anticipation. This was it, her moment. Unfortunately, if Amu had bothered to look into his eyes from the moment he'd hung his head, she'd have realized he did that so she wouldn't see him, and the gleam that had been growing in size since then as his own plan took form. So, as he now was seducing her, it would seem, she didn't notice that his hand had strayed to one of her pockets.
"Yoru."
Amu's eyes blinked open. What did he say? Yoru?
Then, a small clicking sound reverberated in her ears, and she realized her mistake. Especially when Ikuto threw the now useless handcuffs and the key down the stairs, and pushed her back onto the quilt.
"Now you see, Amu-chan," Ikuto said, his warm breath fanning into her face, "when you're strolling with the big cats, make sure your claws are up to scratch."
Amu giggled slightly at the ridiculous metaphor, but it ended on a gasp when his mouth covered hers. His tongue pushed it's way inside, rasping against hers once again in a dance that was slowly becoming more and more familiar with each occurrence. His hand moved its way down to her hip, drawing lazy circles through the material.
Once again, Amu's attention was so caught up in what that hand was doing, she didn't even notice what the other was doing until she felt something warm plop onto the exposed hollow beneath her neck.
Amu gasped, and Ikuto pulled back with his trademark smirk plastered to his face. Looking down, Amu saw that he'd placed a nice sized dollop of chocolate on her skin. Ikuto reached for a strawberry, using it to wipe up part of the chocolate. Amu watched his every move, as he held her eyes and bit the strawberry. He tossed aside the part he couldn't eat, then leaned down and licked at the last of the chocolate.
Amu sucked in a breath, her hands not clutching at his shoulders for dear life.
When he was done, he moved up and kissed her again, so she could taste the chocolate and strawberries mixed in with his night-time taste. The combination was astoundingly luscious.
He moved away too soon though, and Amu now felt something else on her skin. The mint whipped cream now covered her nose and lips. Ikuto smiled down at her.
"We couldn't forget this now, could we?"
Then he leaned down once more and licked at the cream, sending Amu's senses of touch, smell, and sight out of control. When he then kissed her after, her sense of taste went crazy, along with sound as a purr sounded in her throat, making Ikuto chuckle as he whispered, "My Kitten." He too began to purr.
Amu didn't pay attention to his words that much, however. She was currently trying to focus on the taste in her mouth as his tongue moved with hers. With the light mint added to the mix, Amu officially decided that this was what heaven tasted like. And at this point, she didn't care that she'd last today's match. She had until Sunday, right? Plenty of time.
Later on, Amu would wish she'd paid just a bit more attention, so that she'd have noticed that Miki, Yoru, and the others had all appeared and were trying to warn them. But by the time she did notice their frantic screams, it was too late.
"H-Hinamori-san?!" came the first startled gasp.
"Woah, Amu-chan! What's this?" came the second.
"AMU-CHI! Yaya is too young to see this!" came the third.
"Amu-chan…." came the fourth.
"Hmm, I like your choice of clothing, Amu-chan. I take it, however, seeing as he's uncuffed, either you won or he tricked you. Which would that be?" came the fourth and final.
Amu and Ikuto froze, and pulled apart to see that all the Guardians and their Charas were standing at the bottom of the stairs, all of them looking amused, except for Tadase, who looked furious as hell.
Amu sighed. Yes, she definitely wished she'd paid more attention.
Miki and the others hopped around on some of the flowers, playing in the multicolored wonderland. Amu had asked that they stay away for a bit, while she got Ikuto to say those three words. Miki had been watching Amu set up and make plans, and believed that it may actually work. But, only time would tell.
"Watcha doin, nya?"
Miki squeaked and jumped from the flower she'd been on, drawing a picture of the jasmine in front of her. She turned around to find none other than her neko, Yoru.
"Nothing," she replied, seating herself on the flower again.
"Hee, what did you draw this time?" Yoru seated himself next to Miki, trying to catch a glimpse of the picture.
Miki pulled it away. "N-nothing!" She didn't want him seeing it, because in addition to the Jasmine, she'd put him in there, playing with one of the buds.
He smiled. "Really?" Then he pounced on her, rolling around on the leaf until he was lying across her stomach with the picture in hand. Holding it up, he smiled. "Ne, Miki, do you like me?"
Miki froze beneath him, looking up at the cat. His cheeks were just slightly flushed, and he was avoiding her eyes. She gulped. Even if she did like him, she still had some suspicion that he might like one of the other Charas.
She licked her lips. Still, it would seem as though it was now or never. He was still waiting for an answer. So, she did the only thing she could think of in that moment.
She leaned up, and kissed his whiskered cheek.
Yoru's eyes widened, and when she pulled back, knowing she was blushing, he turned to look her in the face. She couldn't quite read what was in his eyes, but when he opened his mouth to speak, a sound stopped them.
There were people coming to the garden.
The other Charas heard it too, because they all merged together and flew to where Amu and Ikuto were doing a nice imitation of a pretzel, all wrapped up in each other.
"Amu-chan, Amu-chan!" they shouted.
"Ikuto!" Yoru yelled.
Too late. The other Guardians all approached the stairs, eyes wide and grinning, other than Tadase, who looked like he wanted to kill someone.
"H-Hinamori-san?!" gasped an infuriated Tadase.
"Woah, Amu-chan! What's this?" whistled a startled Kukai.
"AMU-CHI! Yaya is too young to see this!" exclaimed and exaggerating Yaya.
"Amu-chan….," was the quiet Rima.
"Hmm, I like your choice of clothing, Amu-chan. I take it, however, seeing as he's uncuffed, either you won or he tricked you. Which would that be?" said Nagehiko.
And as Amu and Ikuto prepared to take care of the Guardians, Miki, Ran, Su, Dia, and Yoru prepared to take on their Charas.
"Looks like we've all got our hands full," whispered Miki under her breath.
End Chapter Seven!
vampgirl8: Well, what do you think?
Tadase: I'm going to KILL that perverted cat!
Amu: That's my line!
Ikuto: You know you loved it, Amu..
Amu: -blushes- Uh, umm...
Tadase: Hinamori-san!
vampgirl8: I knew she was in denial.
Amu: You perves!
vampgirl8: No, it's those people I've got in the closet, who came up with the ideas, that are the real perves here.
Amu: You wrote it, though.
vampgirl8: Yeah, but only because they suggested it!
Ikuto: Hey, what'd I miss in the last few seconds?
vampgirl8: Ikuto, where were you?
Ikuto: Feeding the people in the closet.
vampgirl8: Ah...Oh, and I'd like to answer a question I received. Itadakimasu means 'I'll eat now'. And, I'd like to give a shout out to mit-chan007 who -tears- brought Ikuto over to visit those girls in the close in the end dialogue of one of the chapters of her fanfic 'Promise'. I love you!
Ikuto: Yes, now she has someone to take her obssession out on besides me.
vampgirl8: Ikuto, come here! We're going to go visit Mit-chan and her friend Ni-chan!
Ikuto: NOOOO!!
vampgirl8: But before I go, I'd like to say that for the next contest thing, I want you to come up with ideas based on the theme 'Ikuto's little Kitten' for the next chapter! Yay!
Amu: Wait, by Kitten do you mean me?
vampgirl8: You're so smart Amu-chan!
Amu: Oh, jeez.
vampgirl8: Let's go see mit-chan and Ni-chan!
Ikuto: Help!!
vampgirl8: Thanks for reading! Review!