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(Daddy's Little Assistant)

Chapter Four

"It's so hot" she mumbled into the dark room.

So much for needed sleep, Amu woke up at six a.m to more scorching heat; her sleeping summer wear was pretty much stuck to her skin. She groaned and fanned herself with her hand; occasionally pulling at her top for air.

"I hate this, why can't it be cold and raining?" she complained. Amu much preferred a nice sunny day with the smallest amount of breeze or a rainy day, not stick hot days. Living in Japan during summer or spring pretty much killed her since it got so hot there, but she'd always find a way to beat the heat, whether it was sitting in the shower for a long time with cool water hitting her or heading to the beach with her friends, anything was better than sitting at home and suffering.

A yawn and a stretch later she was out her room. Her stomach decided that it needed to be paid attention to right now but she felt nasty walking around all drenched in sweat, so she had to shower first; it was her routine.

The faint ringing of a familiar tune caught her attention right as she was entering the restroom, dropping her clothes of on the marble counter she padded back to her room. Her ring tone got louder as she got closer, finally picking it up she looked at who was calling so early in the morning. She groaned; it was so like her to call this early. She flipped open her phone and brought up to her ear.

"Morning Yaya" she faked happy voice.

"Amu-chii! I just called the others and we all agreed on heading to beach later today, but they sounded upset…anyway, you wanna join? It'll be fun!" Yaya's high pitched voice flowed from the cell phone; making her cringe.

"Uhh…hold on, let me make sure I don't have to do anything today…" she put down the pink and red device down and headed back out to her parent's room. She didn't really want to got, but since it was too hot to stay home she had no other choice, plus 'everyone' meant Tadase would be there too…she felt her face heat up and quickly shook her head, she was about to knock when the door came open, her mother stepped out; a surprised look on her face.

"Amu-chan?" her daughter looked surprised too, stepping a step back she shyly asked her mother for permission.

"Sorry, umm, oh, Yaya called and asked me if I'd like to go to the beach later with my friends, I have her on hold so…" Amu looked down, nervous for her answer since she usually bombarded her with questions before she left the house.

Midori's eyes soften and a smile graced her face, tightening her robe she patted her daughter on the shoulders.

"Well it is quite hot today and well, I don't see why not" the golden eyed girl snapped her head up in shock.

What? She didn't ask any questions?

"R-really?" she whispered in disbelieve. Her mother chuckled and raised a finger.

"You doubt me? Why wouldn't I say yes?" The rosette weakly laughed and looked away.

"Uhh…so I can go right? Okay, thanks momma" she kissed her mother on the cheek and quickly sprinted back to her room. Midori watched her run, a brow raised in amusement.

"Why wouldn't I say yes?" she mumbled, shrugging she headed towards the bathroom.

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Amu picked up her phone and heard Yaya whining to her mother. Man are they early risers, it's only 6:14 in the morning!

"Yaya?" she began. On the other end she could hear Yaya shushing her mother.

"Shh-Amu-chii! So what? Can you go?"

"Yeah, momma was being thoughtful today?" she laughed, she could hear Yaya laughing.

"Its summer Amu-chii, this time of season messes with adult's heads! Plus what else can you possibly do on a hot lazy Sunday anyway?" That, she could agree on, she was about to reply when a small knock on the door distracted her, turning she saw her father standing there.

"Can I talk to you really quick?" Amu nodded and told Yaya that she'd call her back later. She put down the phone on her drawer and walked towards her father.

"What is it papa?" she began. Her father looked at her and nervously broke into a small laugh; he scratched his cheek and avoided her eyes. He was nervous which meant he did something wrong. Her eyes slowly closed, forming a glare.

"What did you do?" she crossed her arms and her father laughed once more.

"W-well you see…um, you know how I have that photo shoot today right?" she nodded.

"Yes…why?" she cautiously answered. What was up with her father? And why was he so nervous. He looked down at his feet before replying.

"Well, I might need some help over at the studio…a-and I over heard you asking your mom for permission to go to the beach…and well…umm, yo-"

She mentally sighed and kicked herself on the head; sure there was always something else to do on a hot lazy Sunday. Great, now she was quoting Yaya; she cringed and sighed.

"I get it papa, you want me to help you out today right?" Great now I can't spend the day with friends.

Tsumugu's head snapped up and with a bright smile he took his eldest daughter into a bone crushing hug.

"Oh! Thank you my little angel, your so thoughtful of you old man!" cried the father of two. Amu smiled and blushed "Yeah, yeah" she patted her father's back. He was beaming by the time he left her room, mumbling about having the most 'thoughtful family ever', the rosette rolled her eyes and smiled, sure she sort of wanted to hang out with her friends but this family was close and when they needed each other they could never say no.

Walking back into the hallway next door to the bathroom, her mother came out fresh and clean from showering. "I'm going to head down and pack your bag; we don't want you to get sunburned don't we?" Her mother was so thoughtful and Amu was more than lucky to have her even though she had her moments with her. She beamed at her mother and shook her head.

"I don't think I'll be going today, papa needs me to help him out today, but thanks momma" Her mother blinked and her shoulders sagged. "Really…oh well maybe next time, no?" Amu smiled and headed into the bathroom "Yeah, maybe next time." She said; shutting the door behind her.

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She was lathering in the shower, when she suddenly thought back to a dream that she had earlier...

She was peeking out her bedroom door checking too see if the coast was clear, having sensed nobody, she tugged behind her and a much taller shadow loomed over her. Amu turned to it and made a 'shushing' motion with her finger, telling the stranger to be quiet, not only that but she and the shadow tip-toed to the bathroom next-door. Peering down the stairs and sensing everything was clear; she pushed the shadow into the small room. Silently locking the door she pushed the heavy embodiment into the shower stall and gave orders to hurry and shower quickly.

She stopped her movements as she remembered more

The shadow slowly turned into a body, in clad skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, but the more surprising thing was that she could never see a face, from neck and down is what she could only make out. Suddenly the figure of the man started pulling his shirt up, making Amu blush and turn away; shouting something at him.

She couldn't hear what she was saying in her dream but the actions where enough for her to tell what was going on. She blushed at the memory of the man taking his shirt off; he had a nice sculpted chest, not overdoing it or anything but good enough for her.

She felt her face grow hot and quickly shook her head.

"What a weird dream…" she whispered. The loud spraying from the shower head drowned out her voice. She brought back up the loofa and continued her primary task; finish showering up and calling Yaya back to apologize, but not before having breakfast.

When she reached her breasts, she was hit with the force of a car by the though that took her back to what the perverted doctor had said about her bust size. She flushed crimson.

Really though, she'd forgotten all about him ever since a day after her she had been to the doctor. Because of him she couldn't concentrate on her final all night that day. She'd been to busy thinking of why he had a woman in the medical room and why he had closed the blinds. Although she knew it wasn't her business to even care, she couldn't help but find it disturbing that moments earlier she had been in there and moments later he had a woman in there; possibly screwing her.

The thought made her cringe. She went back to her breasts and brought her hands up to scoop them and feel their size. Sure she wasn't the owner of the biggest boobs in the planet, but that also didn't make her the owner of small ones either. She thought back to when he had guessed her bra size; she had been so embarrassed that day that all she wanted to do was crawl under rock when he told her that.

Amu looked down on her breast and pouted; she had always been ashamed of them because they where always smaller than most girls around her, so now that she examined then closely it made her realize that when she was in elementary school she would be embarrassed to even take her school shirt off for p.e. She would look around her and notice that one of her classmates had a designer bra on and would flaunt it at every girl; she would pretty much shove her still developing chest at the other girls, putting them to shame that they still wore undershirts. Amu took it a bit more difficult because she already had smaller breasts than her piers, but the young fifth grader was lucky enough to have a good friend who told her not to worry and that she would eventually develop.

The pinkette brushed a damp piece of hair from her face as she laughed at the thought.

"I got boobs, but not big enough"

Amu had eventually developed, but for her, her breast's size was still not like the other girls who wore a C cup and the occasional D cup. Even though her breasts weren't what she wanted, she did however; develop pretty nicely; she was now 5'4 with a still, round but mature face, her hair was still a little bit past her shoulders like it had always been, she had long milky legs and arms but also an hourglass figure that her mother usually complained about "Not even in my day did I have those!" sadly Amu usually covered it all with bigger shirts than her, so no one really ever noticed.

Not that it matters anyway…

Remembering her task at hand she continued her routine and left her breasts alone and proceeded to wash of all the soap and wash away the conditioner.

After toweling off and stepping out the shower stall, she looked behind her and the image of the mysterious man entered her mind. Honey gold eyes stared out into the steam invaded glass box and wondered for a bit. If this man had been in her dreams, did it mean something? Like those dreams that could predict things or was she just having a naughty dream of sneaking a man into her house bathroom?

Naughty dream…

This thought once more made her flush. Forgetting the whole situation was good right about now. She quickly slipped on her lime green, yellow and pink polka-dotted shower wear and dumping her dirty clothes on the hamper; she slipped out the bathroom.

At that moment she rosette agreed with her stomach to head down stairs for some food.

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By the time she waddled down the stairs she could already smell the delicious aroma of bacon.

Western breakfast for today…good.

Amu passed Ami who was preparing the table; her stunning frilly white summer dress looked so good on her and her trade mark pig tails where held by white shiny silk ribbons on each side. Always trust mom to dress her children up.

Heading to the fridge was something she always did after showering. She reached in and grabbed the small glass bottle filled with milk and took the top off; immediately chugging it down. She gave a happy sigh after she had finished the dairy drink.

"Nothing like cold milk after a shower" she said. Midori turned to her daughter and smiled "You're right dear, now if only other people would follow your example…" She turned and glared at her husband who sat there innocently fixing up his camera, sensing eyes on him he looked over and noticed his wife glaring at him; he returned a nervous smile.

Ami turned to her older sister and looked her up and down. "Shouldn't you be dressed?"

Amu looked at her and rose a fine pink brow "Dressed, why?" her little sister was more than happy to answer her question. "Well, we're obviously leaving for the studio after breakfast" Amu turned to her father with a questioning look.

"This early?" she questioned. Tsumugu looked up and his daughter and winked.

"Of course!"

She gave him a puzzled look. "But it's only-"she looked up at the kitchen clock "7:30" Her father nodded and smiled back. "A photographer should be two hours earlier than his client to set and have everything ready for when the moment comes!" His daughter blinked.

It's too early!

Tsumugu took this opportunity to take a test picture on whom better than his own angel?!

Flash!

Amu was blinded and instantly covered her eyes and let out a frustrated groan. "Papa! Now I can't see…geez" Midori and Tsumugu let out a laugh and Ami retaliated, feeling the need to have her picture taken as well.

"Papa! Me too, me too!" Ami cried as she posed for the camera, the father was more than happy to take pictures of his baby; having this been his favorite past time during Ami's diaper days.

"Now, now, enough of that, it's time for breakfast, Amu sit" commanded the mother of all mothers while she sat the tray filled with the delicious pancakes on the table. Amu complied and sat next to Ami. After their drinks and plates where filled with the western treat and drizzled with syrup and their fruits on a separate plate the family finally had time to eat.

"Itadakimasu!" they chanted in unison, and dug into their breakfast.

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Amu finished tying her high top sneakers out side by the car while waiting her father to finish packing everything into the backseat. They should have been gone by now but Ami was crying and throwing a fit because in the end she thought she'd be able to go with them, but her mother insisted that she was way too young to be there and couldn't trust that she'd stay still with her idol near by. Ami fought back by saying that she would only ask for a picture and an autograph, this only added to her mother's reason to say no. She knew mother felt bad about not letting her go, but she wanted her husband's fist big gig to go well.

Amu sighed and stood up, walking towards the front door.

Her sister was latched on to her dad's waist, with her face buried on his shirt and she wailed.

Amu loved her sister, she really did, and she'd do anything for her and treated her as is she where her daughter, so seeing her like this made her sad. Stepping forward she called out to her father.

"Papa, come on your going to be late, let's just take her with us and leave." She pointed at her watch and tapped her foot. Midori looked at her eldest daughter with disbelieve in her face. Amu noticed and smiled softly at her.

"I'll look after her momma don't worry, now-"she looked at her father and jabbed her finger back; pointing at the car.

"Let's go."

Ami looked up at her sister, her eyes red and puffy, and her nose runny; she sniffled and ran to her older sister and latched onto her arm. Midori sighed and slowly smiled.

"Alright then, but please take care." The rosette nodded and walked out with Ami sniffling right by her; Tsumugu gave an apologetic look to his wife and kissed her on the cheek.

"Well be back in a few hours, don't worry about them" the mother of two nodded slowly before adding that she was just nervous about this big job and wanted everything to go right today, he laughed and hugged her, causing her to blush and burst into a fit of giggles. The honk of the car signaled for Tsumugu to hurry and Midori swatted him away and wiped the gathering tears "Now go you, and take care of our angels." He nodded and picked his up his bags and ran outside.

Finally

Amu watched as her father ran out from the house, almost tripping over his own feet with all those bags he was carrying. She turned on her seat; facing Ami. She looked happier at least….

"Hey, you're ready to meet your idol?"

The younger Hinamori nodded with a small smile forming on her flushed face. Amu looked satisfied and giggled. "Good, just remember to be on your best behavior when I'm helping papa, okay?" she reminded. Ami nodded and looked up at her "I promise." She turned back on her seat while her dad jumped into the front seat and quickly started the family car.

"Alright then, ready dear angels of mine?"

"Yeah"

"Yes!"

"Oh before we leave…" he began and dug into his vest jacket and took out a handkerchief and handed it to Ami. "Momma told me to give this to you since you're mad at her…"

The chestnut hair colored girl took the pink cloth from him and wiped her eyes and nose." I'm not mad I was just upset" she explained. Her dad blinked and then beamed.

"Oh, well then if all is good then we go!" he exclaimed and pulled back into the main road and went their way.

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"Nhgggg" Amu mewled as she stretched; her arms above he head and stretching to her heights limit. Sighing, she gave a small yawn and looked around her; they where on a huge parking lot with trailers, golf carts and expensive looking cars scattered around. She noticed the breeze that came in and cocked a brow.

"The ocean?" the ocean breeze passed again through where the studio was and made her groan at the ironic coincidence that she was put in. She looked around her; walking a few steps away from the car and behind a trailer into a bar fence that went on forever, but had steps that led down to the white sand below. From where her car was parked at she couldn't see a beach at all but when you walked further it slowly appeared from behind all the trailers and palm trees.

She had to admit that the breeze that passed through here was way more better than no breeze at all, it was better than dying under no air and murderous heat. Rosy lips formed a smile, the faster dad finished the faster she'd be able to go to the beach with her friends. Turning on her heel, she began heading back to the studio, picking up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, she made her away to her destination.

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Upon her arrival she'd noticed that the freezing studio was packed with people who carried: ladders, make-up kits, food, cables, speakers, and bedroom utilities, like a bed and curtains. Amu clutched her bag closer and took a few slow steps inside; slowly she passed people screaming at each other, ladies crying; something about them getting in trouble and so on.

This job must suck then, who'd want this type of job? She looked around her and cringed at the sights before her. When she finally spotted her father, she quickly made her way towards him, but not before she was stopped by two male security guards. Gold eyes stared confusedly at the two males who looked down at her with stern looks on their faces.

"Excuse me" she nodded and walked passed them but was once more blocked by them. Again she came to a halt; a confused look on her face. She spoke again "I said excuse me" she tried once more but failed.

What is going on?

One of the security guys cleared his throat and spoke. "I'm sorry miss only staff is allowed in here, please leave the studio." The other security slowly led her to the exit. She scrunched her nose in and turned around to face them.

"I'm here to with my father" she explained. The men in blue only looked at her before pushing her again.

"W-what! Hey!" she cried. "I'm serious, my father is in there!" No luck, they didn't listen. The staff was looking at her as they pushed her away; she felt her face get hot as the onlookers laughed and while some whispered within themselves.

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing! Why don't they believe me?!

The closer they pushed her near to the huge lot doors the more panicked she became, slowly the inner child came out; her true self, the one that panicked and did stupid things, forget her tough and spicy shell that she usually carried, her real self was already coming out.

"I-I…m-m" her words caught in her mouth. Her heart was beating fast and everything she said to the security guards wouldn't go through them; they weren't listening. She closed her eyes so that she could block off all the stares, but she could still feel them.

Push.

"Ahh!" Amu landed on the stony concrete floors of the parking lot with a shriek and watched in horror as the huge lot doors closed on her. The rosette scrambled to her feet trying to reach the doors before they closed. "Hey! Wait! My father is the pho-"she didn't get a change to finish as the door slammed closed on her. Her honey gold eyes watched the big zero and the three that now greeted her.

"-grapher" she sighed. Wuthout realizing it, she kicked the steel doors; pain shooting up her leg. She clutched onto her foot and stumbled back.

Gahh, these people are so mean, they didn't bother listening to what I was saying! I hate this place already, damn it. What do I do now? I can call mom…ehh no, she won't have a way to pick me up and dad doesn't believe in cell phones…Ami is completely out the question. She sighed once more and absent mindedly walked passed the trailer and towards the stairs that led to the beach, once reaching them; she plopped down on the top step under the shade provided by a palm tree and brought her hands up to rest her chin on them.

Amu closed her eyes and gave of a miserable sigh, and a pretty long one at that.

"I should be in the beach right now, but nooo, instead of sitting here after being kicked out of that horrible place." She mumbled, that's when she had an idea.

"Duh" she quickly remembered and dug her hand into her bag, feeling the small square; she took it out and flipped it open. "Yaya" she licked her lips triumphantly. Fingers quickly dialed the number and brought the red and pick phone onto an awaiting ear.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Amu furrowed her brows "Come o-"

"Amu-chii?"

Success!

"Yaya, I need some help." She began.

"Where are you!? I've called you cell for like, ever and then I called your house but Midori-san said you had last minute things to do!"

"Sorry, I had it off while I was at home and then I found out that I had to help papa with something during breakfast and I totally forgot to call you back, sorry" She really was sorry, in the time she was home and getting ready she'd totally forgotten to call her back. But now she was worried Yaya was going to be mad at her…knowing her, she probably already was.

"…hmm" she sounded upset.

Amu cringed.

"Come on, I'm sorry. I really did forget to call you and now I'm stuck at an unknown beach somewhere" she scratched her hair.

"The beach? What?"

"This is where papa was shooting today, can you believe it; Hoshina Utau" she heard Yaya squeal; obviously forgetting that she was upset. She asked how ended up here and she quickly told her about her fathers job and how they had kicked her out.

"Aww, that sucks, those meanies! I'll beat them up!"

Amu laughed and decided to ask her friend for a favor.

"Hey Yaya, I was wondering if you could do me the favor of picking me up? I-it's only a 45 minute drive…" she shuffled her feet and hoped that she said yes.

"Oh Amu-chii, I would but I have no ride…I would totally pick you up if I was able to drive hehehe, but you know me…" Amu mentally sighed and remembered that Yaya was too afraid to drive; she always said that she was afraid she'd kill someone.

"But you know, I could ask your king to pick you up" she teased. Amu stopped fidgeting with her shoes and blushed crimson.

"He is not my king" retorted the rosette; her face ten times and darker than her hair. Yaya and Rima always teased her by saying that Tadase was her king. Ever since her second week of high school and the accident with the can, Amu quickly became friends with the student counsel.

"Well I guess I'll just hang out here and see what I can do and try again to see if I could get back in" she twirled a piece of her locks in between her fingers.

"Well alright then, stay safe! And I really am sorry Amu-chii"

"It's alright, thanks though." smiled Amu. They said their goodbyes and Amu stuffed her phone in her bag. Stretching her legs; she put her arms behind her to support her and leaned back, watching the ocean waves come in and roll back out. It was a pretty sight, like something off a screensaver. She pulled up her hoodie and cocked her head to the side and remained like that for a while; just staring out into the beautiful ocean and forgetting that she'd been kicked out from her father's first shoot.

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Kay so, I was on almost 14 pages writing this but I decided to cut it some off to put into the next chapter, so yeah…Also I think I'll only update when I get

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