(Amu's POV)

"Wake up!" I turn to the opposite side of the annoying voice, tightening my eyes closed. Te tiny bed in the hotel squeaks. The springs jumped under me, bouncing me not even a millimeter into the air before dropping my on my stiff back.

"Wake up!" I turn the other way. I lowered my head, attempting to use my shoulders to cover my ears. I was becoming irritated.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" The same voice repeats the words over and over again. I smack something like it was an alarm clock.

"Ow!" I feel something pinch my nose, and suddenly I'm awake and alert, ready to fight. I drop my fist when I see Su rubbing the top of her head.

"Just let me sleep more," I complain, crawling under the sheets, not caring at all that I just smacked my daughter in the head.

"It's 2:32 in the afternoon!" The covers were pulled of my body. "Now get up!" I growl and do as I'm told. To think I am supposed to be the one in charge!

"Now, go change!" commands my bossy little daughter. I roll my eyes and growl.

"Why? I'm just dropping you off," I complain again. I'm not really a morning person… or an afternoon one.

"The clothes are next to you. I'm coming back in after 10 minutes," Su states. Then, finally, she leaves. I stick my tongue out at the spot she once was standing.

"It's high school all over again," I grumble, picking up the clothes Su brought me. "And so are these clothes."

The outfit consists of a white dress shirt, a red tie, a red tarted skirt, a blazer, and a few accessories to alter the basic uniform. I hiss at it, remembering my days at Seiyo with... Hotori. He used to be so nice. Are all my memories of him fake?

Exactly ten minutes later, bossy Su makes an unwanted reappearance into the bedroom. Groaning, I turn around and show her the outfit I had reluctantly put on.

"Good girl!" My green haired daughter nods contently. "Now, turn around." Too tired to fight with her, I turn around and feel my hay stack of hair being yanked. Suddenly, I regret taking her and Dia to this hotel. I should have just left them to stay with Tadase. No, that would be going to far. Maybe with their aunt Ami?

"O-o-ow!" Su ignores my whining and continues to pull on my knotted hair. "Quit it! OW!" After a few, painful seconds, she lets my hair go. Some of the pink strands rest rest on my shoulders, however there is a strange weight on top of my head. I turn around, looking as angry as I did when I divorced Tadase. Su doesn't notice my death glare, her green eyes fixed on a picture.

Maybe if she got plastic surgery," I hear her mutter.

"Wait, WHAT?!"

(Ikuto's POV)

I stretch in the afternoon sunlight, giving a cat like yawn. I stop walking and let the sun warm up my chili body (my heater refused to work correctly). I was about a foot away from the patisserie and still no sign of Amu. I sigh. There was a possibility she wouldn't come to see me and that was a depressing thought.

I take my time walking. I was in front of the red building where I see the same, blonde-haired girl from yesterday (Dia, I think) waiting next to the door, pencil and notepad in hand. As soon as her golden eyes stares into my own eyes, I wave.

She didn't return friendly gesture.

Instead, the girl glares at me and stomps towards my way. Dia points and accusing finger at my chest.

"Unacceptable," she exclaims, "just unacceptable!"

"Eh?"

"Your clothes!" She throws her hands in the air in frustration. "Take this more seriously! Sheesh!"

"What's wrong with my clothes?" I ask, a little pissed.

"Just… come on!" She pulls on my arm. "You're lucky I knew you weren't going to take this seriously and bought you new clothes. Now, take me to your house so you can change!" I sigh. At first, I was going to fight back, but this girl is pulling my arm out of its sockets! For a tiny little thing, she had a strong grip.

Just like Amu.

Sighing again, I take hesitantly lead her to my house. I can see a small smile on the girl's face. Is what she planned all along?

"Take this and go change!" Dia orders, passing me me a large-ish shopping bag. "Oh, and shave your beard while you're at it." I yank the bag out of her hand, way past annoyed, and mutter quietly to myself childishly, "I don't have a beard, you do." I haven't made a comment like that since my father went missing.

The clothes are completely black, outlined with blue fabric that matches my hair. 'Why does this outfit look so familiar?' I wonder. I shrug and just put it on. After shaving my non-existing beard, I walk back to where Dia was. She seemed to be staring intently at a picture.

"How do I look?" I ask her, not really caring. She looks up.

"Good. Now," she holds out her hand, "you owe me $78.99 for the clothes."

"What?!"