Dude, there's so much I have to tell you guys that it's not even funny ._. Okay, well, maybe it is. I wouldn't know. Nothing shitty happened, but then again, they are some things that are complicated ._.

1. People call me a tomboy, yet almost all the time I write about Romance. Weird…

Huh. Guess I do have a girly side to me ._. Again, weird. And shocking :P

2. I've started reading a new book, "Graceling" by Kristen Cashore. And, dude, I think it's like, the most awesome-st book I've ever read. Just the right amount of adventure, romance, and bloody fights. Hehe, my kind of story if it involves a girl fighting in a bloody fight. Not to mention, she's good at it. Definitely recommended for anyone who wants to read an awesome book :P Better than, "My Sister's Keeper" but then again, I loved that book too.

3. I've deleted two of my stories. One of them was Shugo Chara!, the other Ultra Maniac. I got only like, 3 reviews on the Shugo Chara! one and Ultra Maniac one, I got none. LOL, I decided what the heck. Shugo Chara! one was 'Unusual You: A Songfic.'

4. 'Kay, I've decided that I'm gonna delete, "I Can't Break It To My Heart: A Songfic". I mean, sure, it was good, but unless I get like, 5 reviews on it, it's bye-bye.

5. I can't text :( I've wasted all my *cough* 1,000 texts in less than a month for 18 days to spare. Dude, it totally sucks not texting.

6. Is it just me that notices that FanFiction has changed their logo? I mean, it's more complicated with the F this way and then the F the opposite way. Then there's this N in between them. Dude, did that even make sense? O.O Well, dude, whatever. Not like anyone read all of this. I just wanted my feelings that were trapped up inside me out. Dude, you have no idea how good it feels to let it out.

7. As you may notice, I say, 'Dude' now a lot; so just deal with it :P I can't stop. It's like, implanted in my brain now.

... Dude. I wrote a lot. O.O

Snowiisan does not own Shugo Chara! or Heaven's Door.

Amu didn't know what to do. There was a man, right beside her, choking to death. Amu pushed back the sob and tears that were about to escape, and stood up, picking up the gun that Ikuto was clutching in his hand. She, smoothly as possible, eased out his fingers from the gun's grip, and whispered reassuringly in his ear.

"Ikuto, hold on, I'll be right back. You will survive this."

She then ran back towards the store they had just came out of. The clerk was the same, and that was not good.

Would he call the police?

He probably already did, since she heard the sirens in the background. She dashed inside the store, the door clang once she opened it. The clerk, who had been sitting sullenly on his stool, shot up, a frightened look on his face. Surely a pharmacy would carry medications, right? Amu leveled the gun between her hand, and positioned it to the clerk's head. In her coldest voice she said,

"I need some kind of medication to stop some guy dying from cancer."

Even though the man had a frightened look on his face, he shook his head.

"I-I can't do that, Miss. I-I need a -"

"I don't care what you need. Give me the medication." she said menacingly; her voice coldest as possible. The man truly looked frightened now, and twirled, his eyes scanning the place where he held which looked like every medicine. After a few seconds, his eyes twinkled with recognition and he quickly grabbed a box of pills from the top shelf. He handed it to Amu, and Amu, as quickly as she could, dashed out of the store, hearing the sirens were coming nearer.

She didn't have much time. She had to give him the pills. She had to.

Amu clutched the bottle in her hand, and once the she reached where Ikuto was, she found him on the floor, his eyes closed. For a moment, panic erupted every aspect of her mind.

Was he dead? Was he even alive? Was she too late?

But the slight rising of his chest calmed her down. She quickly knelt beside him, opened up the bottle, and thrust the drug into his mouth. After a minute passed, nothing happened. He still had that pained look on his face, his breathing was still strained, and his face still looked paled. Then, out of no where, his breathing calmed, some color had came back to his face - not enough to seem like he was blushing, but a regular human's face color - and his expression no longer had that cursed emotion written.

Cursed.

That's what we are, Amu thought. We're cursed.

Ikuto's eyes opened, and Amu let go of the breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"Thank God," Amu said, her voice nearly cracking. Amu, who didn't notice her stiff posture, relaxed, and sat cross-legged on the ground. "I thought you were going to…"

She didn't finish the sentence, but instead, Ikuto finished it for her.

"Die?" he croaked.

She swallowed.

"Yeah," she laughed, and didn't notice the tears springing from her eyes until she felt Ikuto's hand wipe them away.

"Thanks," he whispered, and stood, holding the bottle of medication in his hand. "We should get moving. The police are coming here soon."

~*~

"Whoa, whoa! Stop there!" Amu squealed, pointing towards a clothes shop.

"What?" Ikuto snarled, annoyed. Amu paid no attention to this, however.

"Can't we just take a break and try on new clothes? I've been stuck with crappy clothes all my life."

Ikuto sighed as he pulled into the parking lot of the mall. He couldn't help feel sad for this female.

"Fine," he agreed grudgingly. Amu practically ran out of the car, towards the opening of the sliding doors. She gazed at them with curiosity, for she had never saw something like this before. Before she knew it, Ikuto's hand wove themselves around her waist and he leaned down to whisper in her ear before she started struggling and drawing attention.

"Obviously you don't know how to shop; or act natural. I'll guide you through it." his breath felt hot against her neck and she felt her eyes going glazed.

Is this how it felt to be drunk?

She felt purely happy; for some odd reason. Amu shook the feeling off and walked into the store.

Almost everything she saw, she obsessed over it. Stockings, dresses, tops, jeans; anything she didn't have. One dress, particularly, caught her eye. It was a black and striped, with white lines going vertically. There was also a ruffled belt that came with the dress, and Amu couldn't wait to try it on. [A/N: Picture on my profile -_-]

"I'll be right back!" Amu exclaimed, as she ran past Ikuto, into the dressing room.

"Mind if I come in to keep you safe?" he asked, with a smirk. He knew Amu was blushing. And her words just rose that statement.

"S-Shut up, p-pervert!"

Ikuto chuckled, noticing how he heard the lock clicking in place.

Amu happily dressed, and came out, to find a shocked expression on Ikuto's face. He composed himself after a minute, though.

"You look… nice." he managed to choke out. Amu beamed up at him.

"I love this dress!"

Ikuto nodded.

"I can see that."

Amu twirled around, her hands searching for the tag. In one swift movement, Ikuto's hand moved down to her waist, holding the tag for the price. This caused her to stumble and almost slump over Ikuto's shoulder. And also for her to blush.

"64,454 yen…" he muttered, a grimace gracing his features. [A/N: Approximately 550 USD. How I know? I have a money converter on my phone.]

Amu's smile was replaced with sadness.

"Oh well," she said, trying to shrug off something she couldn't have. It wasn't anything new to her, so why was she feeling so much grief over this? "I knew I couldn't have it anyway."

Ikuto knew Amu far better than that.

Even though he'd only knew her for about two days, he knew every expression she made: sad, angry, furious, joking, terror, horror. His hand clutched the tag for a minute, and he released it, grabbing Amu's hand instead.

"Come on," he said, his teeth clenched. "You can have it. I'll pay for it."

Amu's eyes widened, and she protested.

"But -"

"No buts. I'm buying you it. I promised you this would be the best time of your life, didn't I?"

Amu considered for a minute.

"You never said anything like that," she whispered quietly. "I would've remembered if you did."

Ikuto shrugged and faced her, his expression serious.

"Then I'm promising you this now: This will be the best time of your life. I'll make sure of that."

Amu's eyes widened a fraction of a bit and she bit her lip. What was this feeling bubbling up inside her? She couldn't take him for granted; and he was being far too nice to her. And she was afraid she would take advantage of him. He was a friend.

Friend, Amu thought.

Somehow, the thought struck her with some sort of… emotion.

She couldn't quite describe it. But it was an emotion she was unfamiliar with.

Amu hadn't noticed they were already walking out the front door until a lady came running after them, telling them to stop.

"Wait!" the lady called, now catching up to them. "What about paying for that dress?"

"I don't want to," Ikuto stated bluntly and Amu's eyes widened. Was this some kind of funny joke to him? She reminded herself to smack him later, if she could.

"But - "

"Fine; here," he said, handing the lady stacks of bills. The lady's eyes widened at the amount. "That enough?"

The lady nodded silently, her voice clearly not able to make a sound.

Ikuto and Amu walked back to the parking lot, and once spotted their Porsche, ran to it.

"Where to now?" Amu asked.

Before Ikuto had a chance to answer, police cars had pulled up a few streets away.

"Shit," Ikuto said, his hand on his face. "Get in the car, Amu. Looks like we're on the run again."

Amu nodded, and quickly strapped herself down.

"But where are we going?" Amu asked again, once Ikuto had started reversing from the parking lot and into the road.

"You have to trust me on this, Amu," he said, his voice a bit higher above the wind. "'Kay?"

Amu didn't give an answer, but nodded weakly.

Trust him.

She had to trust him. She'd just met him the other day, and he was a complete total stranger. So why had she trusted a stranger? When she didn't even know him the day or month or year before that. Not to mention how… cold he was when he glared at her. Nothing made sense to her.

Was she supposed to trust a stranger? Was it the right thing to do?

And one thing that wasn't also making sense to her: Why was he risking so much to just to go the beach? Sure it was just her desire, or wish, but she hadn't meant for it to actually happen. All this time, she'd thought of it as a dream, a dream that would never come true. But now, it was in her reality.

Everything was moving too fast for her. Sooner or later, she wouldn't be able to keep up with her life.

So for the next hour or so of just being in the car, with the wind running through her hair, with the sky darkening by the second, she sat idly, with her mind blank, so no thought could confuse her any further.

~*~

Amu's eyes snapped open once the car had shut off. She'd hadn't noticed that she had her eyes closed, much less fell asleep. But she was as alert as ever now. Especially since it was dark.

The dark was the most frightening to her.

Perhaps because it was just so dark that she couldn't see anything. Or maybe because at night crimes happened most.

Or maybe because she was afraid of what other life lay before her.

"Amu,"

Ikuto's voice was low, but Amu heard the urgency in it.

"Yeah?" she whispered quietly.

She saw Ikuto hesitate and close his eyes, but after a minute, a smirk formed on his face.

"We're going to have to stay here for the night," he said, her head jerking to the motel beside them. Amu suddenly felt self-conscious. The smirk on his face, the hesitation. Could it be what she thought it was?

Uneasily, her head turned towards the direction of his jerk. Once her eyes landed on the place, her eyes widened with shock. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"A-A L-L-Love Hotel?!" she shrieked.

"Shh," Ikuto murmured. "We don't want any undressed couples in there to come out naked."

At this, Amu flung her arms in the air in exasperation and clambered out of the car. She pointed accusingly at Ikuto, who stood across from her, a smirk implanted on his face.

"I do not want to see any undressed people, I do not want to share a bed with you, I do not want to be anywhere near you!" Amu's blush was redder, enough to be visible in the dark.

Ikuto's smirk just widened.

"I never said we were ordering just one room, Amu dear,"

Amu's face froze.

"But… since you just said what you said, I guess one bed wouldn't be too bad either, right?"

He didn't wait for her response; in one rapid moment, he was right beside her, his arm around her waist. He leaned in, against her shoulder, and breathed purposely, making Amu shiver and blush even more.

"We have to act like a couple, don't we?" he whispered, huskily. It took a minute for Amu's slow mind to register what was happening. Once she did, her hands flew to Ikuto's chest, and tried to push him aside.

"P-Pervert! D-Don't touch me!"

She managed to successfully push him off, but just for a second. His arm was around her waist again in a matter of milliseconds. She gave up; he was obviously too strong, and not to mention stubborn.

They walked in, and walked slowly towards the desk. A lady stood there, smoking a cigarette.

"What can I do for you lovebirds?" she asked, and Amu blushed. Thinking that hopefully, Ikuto would do the talking.

"Well, we need a room. To stay for the night." he muttered. The girl nodded, and placed the cigarette on her desk. She handed them a card.

"3rd floor; door #27."

Ikuto nodded and trudged with a fuming Amu upstairs.

"You better not do anything perverted," she muttered once they reached the 3rd floor.

"Of course not," he smirked; he had hidden it from her, because obviously he couldn't help it.

He only wished he could keep his hormones in check.

Dude, I have no idea where I'm going with this ._.

I know I'm not gonna write a lemon; 'cause, well, if I do, then I might jack it up and who's an 11 year old that writes lemon? ._. I'll probably be the youngest to. And I don't want that. But I can promise you that there will be tons of AMUTO. At least I hope so.

So.. No lemon for next chapter. And dang, it's like, 12:30 AM where I am. Sorry I couldn't get it posted up earlier; something had been jacked up with FF, which caused me to have this update delayed. Sorry. Again.

8 pages long~

I worked my butt off on this so I better get some feedback on it. Fo sho :3

… And now I have to go over it and edit it. DX NOOO!!!

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