Shugo Chara

Hot or Not

ShellyCullen: Okay, in this chappie I don't own any songs or jingles! Sadly, I only own the plot for this story.

And, OMG! I wrote 16 pages for this chapter! A new record. Didn't think it'd be THIS long, but I wanted the chapter to end at the right place, so I continued. Are you happy now, reviewers?

Also, to ANIMEGIRL67213: In your review, you were exactly right! This amazed me. Can you read minds?! O.o Jk but good guess! ^-^

And to NATSUYA801923: OMG! Thank you sooo much for the long review! Honestly, that made my day! I was so happy about it. Thank you! :3

Ikuto: So…the extra long chapter?

Amu: Is starting now?

Shelly: Yep. Oh! And just so you know, the beginning of this chapter is still Monday night and when they wake up its Tuesday! Of the second week. Hope you love it!

Ages:

Ikuto = 17

Amu = 13

Nadeshiko = 14

Yaya = 12

Rima = 13

Tadase = 14

Nagihiko = 14

Recap:

"Amu…" He called and pounced.

What the heck happened to Ikuto?!?!?!

Chapter Seventeen:

Ikuto's Weakness

Amu's POV

Ikuto pounced onto me, causing me to fall back on the couch. He pinned my hands to the side, holding me down under his body as I started to struggle out. Sadly, I was having no luck what so ever.

There was no time to talk, or think for that matter. Ikuto had already lowered his head down and onto my lips. The kiss was rougher, and much more intense than the others.

I couldn't quite tell what was going on, my head swimming with Ikuto's scent everywhere, drilling any thought out of my head in a second. I was in shock, not even able to tell which way was up until he began to lick my lips.

I kept my mouth shut, in fear of this attacking cat boy. He kept protesting, licking them more anxiously and slightly nibbling on them. It was hard not to scream or gasp, but my lips were sealed. At one point Ikuto gave up and started nuzzling my neck.

I let out a sigh of relief, despite the fact that my face was hot and I could feel sweat beading up at my hairline. Ikuto's hands went lower and began to pull my shirt up.

"I-IKUTO!!!" I screamed, struggling again. My hands were free, pulling the side of the shirt down against Ikuto's hand. He was urgent now, his head coming onto my left ear and took a soft bite into the lobe.

"T-This is CRAZY! Let GO!" I demanded, but Ikuto wouldn't respond. Instead, he grabbed my legs and pulled them around his waist, dragging me closer. I was beginning to a little faint from the spinning room.

Ikuto continued to pull the shirt as my hands were tangled in the mess. My heart was thumping, pounding against my chest until it hurt and my breathing went rigid. Ikuto began to sniff my shirt.

Wait a minute…

Kukai's POV

I walked around the house, finding a grinning Nadeshiko and Yaya. I waved to them.

"Hey! How did I-." Nadeshiko's hand clamped over my mouth as she dragged me into the bushes.

"Kukai. You're going to ruin our hiding place if you talk that loud." She stated and I nodded, sitting up correctly. Yaya just laughed.

"Sorry. Is the plan working?" I whispered and Nadeshiko smirked.

"Perfectly. Ikuto-san is attacking Amu as if she were a mouse for this cat. Were exactly did you pick the catnip, anyway?" She asked and I smiled.

"Well, when Amu had gotten flustered I was able to sneak some onto her shirt." I replied and Nadeshiko nodded in approval.

"Good. Yaya was able to stick some into Amu's shampoo. I wonder when he'll return to normal and notice he really has harassed Amu." She snickered and I raised an eyebrow.

"You sure we should be getting involved like this?" I asked, feeling a bit guilty as I rubbed the back of my head and a sheepish smile crept on my face.

"We're setting them up, aren't we? We might as well have some fun." Nadeshiko added. I chuckled lightly and leaned back onto my hands.

"What was with that song though?" I questioned and Yaya bounced over.

"I did it! You can't have fun without music, right?" She chirped and we both clamped a hand over her mouth. I smiled.

"You sure are something, Nadeshiko."

Amu's POV

Ikuto sniffed my shirt as I examined my side. Tiny little brown herbs were on it. I took a whiff of the strange things and gasped. Catnip?!

I felt my face change into disappointment. This is all about catnip? N-Not that I care. I snapped out of my realization and pushed Ikuto away with all my strength.

He sat up, bringing me up with him as well, the most innocent and sad expression on his angelic face. I fought the urge to hug him or cover him in kisses. I-I mean…COMFORT him!

"Uh…I think, your crazy for catnip…" I stated, backing up from Ikuto and walking backwards toward the kitchen. Only instead of staying, Ikuto seemed to perk up.

A smirk spread across his face and his eyes were filled with excitement and an almost desire. He bent down, as if ready to pounce on me again. My thoughts scrambled in my head.

I'm screwed.

Ikuto bolted to me, faster than ever as I came to the stairs. He grabbed me again, his arms tugging me back and whirling me around to face him. He began kissing me hard on the lips as I pulled his hair, hoping he'd let go. Only, I heard him groan in pleasure and he started pulling the shirt up, yet again.

I had no other choice.

I squeezed my eyes shut, got as far away from Ikuto as he allowed and tore the shirt off, throwing it onto his head. I began to continue up the stairs, relieved to be away from the teenage boy.

I got to the first room I saw, which was the bathroom, and shut the door, locking it. I was alright…for now.

Ikuto's POV

I stood at the bottom of the stairs, confused. I pulled off cloth from my head, seeing as it was the shirt Amu was wearing. Why had she taken it off? Or better yet…where was she?!

I walked up stairs, checking her room to see her sleeping chara and an empty bathroom. I walked out, suspicious. The door across the hall opened and Amu's head popped out.

"Hey." I called just before the door slammed. I felt my eye twitch. That was irritating.

"Amu." I called, approaching the door and lightly knocking. There was no response. I sighed.

"Amu…why did you take off your shirt? And why are you hiding from me?" I asked, waiting for an answer. The door opened a crack.

"A-Are you…okay now?" She whispered and I was trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about. OKAY now?

"What are you talking about?" I asked, handing her the shirt back. She shook her head.

"C-Catnip. There's some on that shirt and you started attacking me." She said, avoiding my gaze. My eyes widened.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked concerned, trying to see if she had any scars on her face. None were found, but I did see a red spot on her neck.

"N-No…not exactly." She began to blush a deep red as I swung the door open.

"What do you-."

I stopped mid sentence. I don't know what surprised me more. The smell of strong catnip and vanilla radiating off her skin, or the fact that all she was wearing was a bra and underwear.

I turned my head to the side, feeling my face go slightly warm and tossing her the shirt.

"You should still wear it. Its all you have." I stated before leaving and closing the door.

Amu's POV

Ikuto…he didn't attack me? That was strange…but that's a good thing. I mean, I don't want him to do perverted stuff! Just because I like him doesn't mean I want anything like THAT. But…that kiss…

My cheeks burned at the thought and I shook my head, putting the shirt back on. I'm being ridiculous! Just because he's a good kisser…

Wait…WHAT DID I JUST THINK?!?!?!

I came out of the bathroom and Ikuto had disappeared. I remembered the pizza and walked downstairs, stopping when I saw him on the couch.

"Don't worry. I'm over the catnip now. I'll be good." He reassured and I let out a breath. I walked into the living room and sat on the sofa facing the table. Ikuto was on the longer on, facing the TV.

I peered at his face, watching as he grabbed some pizza from the box and took a bite out of it. I couldn't help it…I was still thinking about the kisses.

Ikuto turned to me and I flushed. He raised an eyebrow questionably.

"What's up?" He asked, picking up his drink and taking a sip out of it. I shook my head.

"N-Nothings wrong." I stated casually. Besides the fact that I can't stop thinking about those stupid kisses you planted on me.

I grabbed a slice and ate as well. It was silent, which wasn't helping me at all. I was very aware of Ikuto's presence, the fact that he was staring at me curiously. I tried to put on my cool and spicy character.

"I'm gonna turn on the TV." I began, breaking the silence and grabbing the remote. The lights on the screen flickered and created a picture. There was a Spanish soap opera on, the main characters were kissing.

GAH! I thought, flipping a channel.

And here you can see the bugs mating together.

Out of question.

Falling in love

Is such an easy thing to do

A bird can do it

We can do it

Let's stop talking

Let's get to it

Let's fall in love

That is NOT happening!

During this historic event at Lovers Leap, two Native Americans fell in love. The woman was a maiden and the man was a warrior.

Pass

It seems today

That all you see

Is violence in movies

And sex on TV

God, no.

I kept flipping through channels, always finding something wrong with the show. Isn't there ANYTHING on TV that isn't about LOVE?!

I flipped and found a channel for baseball and sighed, watching. Nothing about love here.

The bell rang and the camera shot on the big screen. It showed two kids sitting there. The two teenagers turned to each other and kissed.

Damnit!

I turned the TV off, pissed at all the love shown. When did the world get so…Lovey-Dovey? I mean, really. It's embarrassing. I sighed and looked over at Ikuto, who seemed to be searching my face for something.

"That was…strange." He stated, and I blushed a shade darker.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, flipping my hair.

"Amu…I'm not an idiot. Nor am I clueless. You seem to be avoiding anything about kissing or love." A hint of a smirk was growing on his face as I glared, opening my mouth. I couldn't think of anything to say.

"So you are thinking about that?" He asked, walking over to me. I got up and started heading upstairs.

"O-Of course not, you pervert! It's just…late. I'm tired." I covered up, going into my room.

I went to the bathroom, brushing my teeth vigorously and staring back at my reflection. Why can't I get him out of my head? And why do I keep thinking about those kisses?

I came back out to see Ikuto enter and lean against the doorframe.

"Could it be…that Amu Hinamori wants some kisses?" He teased and I glared at him.

"NO I don't! You're just…STUPID! You keep kissing me and teasing me! Just quit it!!!" I yelled, ramblingly a bit.

Ikuto came over and grabbed my chin, tilting it up to his face so I stared into his eyes. They were that deep blue color, the same lightness they held in the closet returned.

"I was serious about that confession…I hope you know." He stated, giving me a gentle look. I looked to the side, breaking the connection we had.

"So?" I asked.

"So…if I'm correct, you were serious about your confession as well. You weren't lying to me again, were you?" He asked as I stayed silent, my eyes glued to the wall.

"You know, if you want a kiss, all you have to do is ask." He stated and I looked up at him, wide eyed. What…?

He began to lower his head, getting closer to me. "Just say no…if you want me…to stop." He was getting closer and the thought of his kisses were already swarming in my head. My legs felt weak and I wasn't sure what was keeping me up anymore.

His lips were centimeters apart from mine, as he hesitated. It was my last chance to say something, but whether I wanted this or not, I couldn't bring myself to form words.

He went in, extra slow, barely brushing his lips with my own. Technically, it wasn't a kiss exactly, but the gesture still had my heart racing in that rhythmic pace. My thoughts were cleared, and I forgot what was happening in the first place.

Could there be…a deeper feeling…than love itself?

Rima's POV

I was curled up in a ball in the corner of the vacation room. I didn't feel well, and if I had eaten a lot for dinner, I swear I would throw up.

Nagihiko had taken a plane and found me. He was here…so close, but I couldn't tell him anything. The kiss scared me.

What was going on in Nadeshiko's head? Why had he done that to me? He is a really sweet guy, one of my best boy friends. But I couldn't understand the feeling welling up inside him.

Or maybe, I didn't want to know what he was feeling. Maybe I was scared of that feeling. If it were to grow, blossom into something more, and just come crumbling down, what would I do?

I would be alone. Without him at my side. And I didn't want to lose him in anyway. It was too much to bear, considering the state I was just in.

I sighed and looked out the window, into the tall buildings and glittering lights surrounded by the dark sky.

Love stinks.

Ikuto's POV

My lips were brushing against Amu's…and I could swear I was dreaming.

Was Amu actually letting me kiss her? No strings attached? Or was this just for the bet?

The thoughts trailed off once Amu began to respond, her lips lightly pressing back. I felt my breath stop for a second. Yeah, this is definitely a dream.

Ring

The phone began to ring and I growled, still pressing my lips to Amu. She pulled back to my own dislike and tried to wiggle out of my arms. After a moment of holding here, I sighed and released my grip.

She went over to the phone, but not before stumbling a little. I smirked.

"Hello?" She asked as I casually strolled over to her, brushing a few strands of her back behind her ear. I was able to earn a blush.

"No, the Mashiros aren't here right now. May I ask who's calling?" I leaned into Amu, making a quick lick to her ear. She jumped a bit and swatted me away.

"O-Okay, then. Just let me write that d-down." Amu stuttered as I began to nuzzle her neck. She walked over to her desk and I plopped onto her bed.

"Alright. The number is…oh, I see. Well, I'll be sure to tell them." She smiled and hung up. Then gave me a glare.

"Must you be a pervert when I'm talking to people? I swear, you can't even stop for a minute." She huffed, crossing her arms. I shrugged.

"I warned you that you wouldn't get much space. Plus, whoever called ruined the moment." I sighed, remembering what had happened just a few seconds ago.

"Whatever. I'm going to sleep now, out!" She declared and I gave that pouting look she can't seem to resist.

"I thought you wanted some kisses?" I asked, tilting my head ever so slightly. Amu froze for a second, almost if mentally thinking on the topic. I stared curiously.

"Go…" Amu whispered as her body trembled. I raised an eyebrow, concerned for her weird reaction.

"What's-?" Was all I could manage before she ran over to me, hugging my waist like a five year old would. She was clinging to me.

"Ikuto…" She said my name slowly, letting every syllable roll of her tongue. I stared down at her, stunned.

"Why don't we…get undressed?" She smiled and stuck her hands under my shirt, while proceeding to pull it up. I was able to grab her hands, before losing my mind and push her back a bit. Diamond.

"You don't…love me, Ikuto?" She asked sadly and guilt flooded through me. Great. Now she thinks I don't like her.

"No…just, Diamond is making you crazy…" At the mention of her chara, Amu's eyes widened in realization.

"Oh? OH!" She said as I let go of her hands. Her cheeks began to redden. "I-I'm sorry, Ikuto! D-Diamond made me a little c-crazy." She stuttered, her whole head one big color of roses.

"It's alright." I stated, bringing her into my chest. She stiffened at first, but gradually relaxed. "I didn't mind at all. In fact, I think I like this new character of yours." I smirked and she pulled away.

"PERVERT!!!" She yelled. I chuckled.

"I'm your pervert, Amu. And don't you forget." I whispered and pulled her into another kiss.

Amu's POV

I woke up and for the first time, I didn't complain about the unexpected warmth. Not that I didn't care that he was in my bed. I should be furious at him. But I'm way too content to care right now.

My eyes opened slightly, the most god like face I had ever seen appearing before me, sleeping soundly like a baby kitten.

I smiled at the teen, close enough to almost touch him. But I refrained myself, in fear he would wake up. I began to shift, turning and trying to get out of the tangled mess of blankets and pillows.

An arm pulled me back, rolling me over so I faced the boy again. His eyes were half-open, the tiredness still shown on his features.

"Where do you think your going?" He mumbled as he pulled me closer, and I tried my hardest not to blush.

"Bathroom. I have to get up." I replied to Ikuto, who didn't make any movement of releasing me.

"You don't have to, you know." He answered and I rolled my eyes. Typical Ikuto.

"What would you rather I do?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow he wouldn't be able to see. I felt his chest move…as if he were laughing.

"Hmm. Let's see. We could stay like this all day. Its actually quite comfortable." I could almost see the smirk on his face, waiting for that perverted comment to come out.

"I mean, it is a bed, after all." He stated and I lightly smacked his arm. The reaction only amused him.

"Look, perverted cat. Today we're going to get changed and eat some breakfast. Then we'll see what Nadeshiko has planned." I stated and Ikuto whined.

"Aww, you take the fun out of everything, Amu."

I sighed, rolling my eyes once again and was finally able to pull away from him, stumbling on my way to the bathroom. I couldn't remember the last time I was this clumsy. It was all new to me.

I changed into a jean mini skirt with my usual belt over. Then a purple tank top with a black sweater over. On my legs were some black high thighs and my hair had an x clip on both sides, holding a little lock of hair in each one.

I got out and saw Ikuto in the exact same position I left him in, almost as if he hadn't moved at all. Only, he was wearing a different set of clothes.

He looked me over and I felt self conscious, awaiting his approval. He smirked.

"You look too cute for your own good. I think I'll skip breakfast and take you to go." I shook my head, keeping a smile on my face at his lame pick up line. Can he get any cornier?

"Not very original, I see." I stated. Cool and spicy was back!

"Eh…doesn't matter. I'm the one winning here, anyway." Ikuto said confidentially.

"Winning what, exactly?" My eyes narrowed and he just shrugged.

"The bet, of course. You're lacking in passion." He commented and walked out of the room. I followed him, glaring.

"What do you mean, lacking passion?! I have more passion than you'll ever be able to get!" I yelled behind him once we reached the kitchen.

"Yeah. That character change you had last night showed me." He smirked and I wanted to smack it right off his face.

"But don't worry…" Ikuto began. "I'll let you earn some points…later on." He snickered and opened the fridge as I remained by the table, sour look intact.

"How does pancakes sound?" Ikuto asked over his shoulder and I grinned, nodding excitedly. I haven't had pancakes in a long time. He got the box mix out of one of the cabinets and turned to me.

"Better wash your hands. Who knows how dirty they are." Ikuto stated and my mouth dropped.

"W-What's THAT supposed to mean, exactly?!" I shouted, but washed my hands anyway. Ikuto read the instructions carefully, seeming deep in concentration.

"Something wrong?" I urged and he shook his head.

"No. Just…I've never actually made pancakes before, and I doubt your skills can save us from burning the house down.

"HEY!" I barked back.

"Well, we ought to try, right?" He asked, giving me a smile, which I stared at in awe. A real smile from Ikuto. I need to remember them! "Here we go."

Ikuto grabbed the measuring cups and bowls while I went and grabbed the aprons hanging by the door. Mine was a plain red one, falling past my knees. Ikuto's was almost as tall as me and a dark blue.

"Here." I handed his and he just wrapped the cloth around his waist. I raised an eyebrow, but made no comment about it.

He took out a pan and placed it over the stone. Then he opened the package and poured it into a bowl, adding some water.

"Can you get the wire whisk?" He asked, studying the box again. I nodded and opened the drawer, handing him the utensil. "Thanks." He said and began to mix. I waited patiently, watching the lumps of food.

Ikuto stared down at me. "You want to mix it?" He asked and I shook my head.

"I-Its okay. I'm not very good…" I said, blushing a bit and looking down. Ikuto ignored my behavior and stuck the bowl into my hands. Then he came behind me, whispering in my ear.

"Just place your hand under the bowl and the other on the whisk." I felt myself go pink, but did just what he said. My hands trembled as I tried to hide it. I'm sure Ikuto noticed.

"Let me help." He offered, placing his warm hand over my own and gripping my other one that was holding the bowl in place.

"You need a good grip on it, so it doesn't fall or spill. And just mix it together in circles." He continued on with his lesson, moving our hands in a circular motion. I tried not to fall from how hard my heart was pounding. I'm surprised I haven't gotten a heart attack by now.

"W-When did you get so good at cooking?" I asked, even though I'm pretty sure I was saying something else. I brushed the thought away though.

"I did take a class in cooking during middle school. And my mom need some help around the house." He answered, still too close.

"Oh." I replied, still trembling. "I-I think its good now." I stated nervously, flicking the wired thing into the air.

"Hey. Watch where you put that. Now I've got some on me." I turned to Ikuto, who had the light golden mix on his left cheek. I smiled and giggled a bit.

"Just like the ice cream." I commented. Ikuto smirked though.

"Then you know what's going to happen next." He took a hand full of gooiness and splattered it into my face. My eyes opened, astonished, before I pick up the whole bowl and began chasing him.

"Get back here!" I called, holding the food over my head.

"I don't think so." Ikuto muttered in the hallway, still smiling at me. I chased him in the living room, upstairs, and ended in the kitchen. "Ikuto." I called before turning the bowl over and plopping it onto his head.

I started laughing at my accomplishment, my sides hurting from all the laughter. I tried to remember a better time like this, besides the mall incident and couldn't think of a thing.

Ikuto grabbed me and gave me a hug.

"Jeez, what am I going to do with you?" He asked, laughing with me as well. I carefully pulled the dish from off his head, revealing his now blonde hair.

"You may want to show that off, blondie!" I giggled and Ikuto rolled his eyes, but kept the smile plastered on his face.

"Whatever you saw, strawberry." But instead of listening, Ikuto began to kiss my neck, letting the kisses start at the top and slowly move down.

Ding-Dong

I began to move toward the door, but Ikuto still held me, still lingering with kisses.

"Ikuto." I stated, trying to pry him off.

"Hmm?" He asked, distracted and focused completely on my neck.

"The doorbell just rang." I stated, obviously. It took a second before he answered.

"So…?"

"So? So I have to answer it. Get off!" I commanded. He began pulling me closer, making me laugh at how my neck was tickling from his kisses.

"What if I don't want to?" He asked and I sighed, pushing him away from me and sticking my tongue out. I grabbed a tissue, trying to clean my face as best I could, and opened the door.

I gasped. It couldn't be…

"T-Tadase-kun?!"

Shelly: Ikuto's weakness is…catnip! Originally, I wanted to make a fanfiction of Ikuto attacking Amu because she has catnip, but then I found so many stories like that, I gave up…Instead, I have it as a chapter. Good enough, right?

And, Jeez. This chapter was so sweet, it rots your teeth. I'M surprised at how mushy this got. When did I become a hopeless romantic?

Ikuto: I don't know and I don't care. Amu likes my kisses.

Amu: W-What? I do…do not………

Am I really that obvious?

Ikuto: Yes, yes you are. But I love you. *Hugs Amu.

Shelly: So…hope you liked the sixteen pages. Great drama coming along. Be prepared!