Guys After Chicks

Shugo Chara

I apologize if this chapter is too long.

While driving, Ikuto sees Amu guiding baby chicks across the street. Prior to meeting the animal rights saving girl, he thought that chicks were nothing more than useless baby chickens. Will a new female roommate change his perspective on chicks, forever?

Amu

I opened my eyes, and I was well aware of the ringing in my ears. The car had stopped, only a foot of distance between me and screeching metal. I blinked, a large breath exhaling from my mouth before I sucked it back in. The driver's door had opened up.

"Don't do this man," someone called from inside the car, but the boy slammed the door. He glared, baring a sharp edge of teeth on the corner of his mouth, before stomping over to me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He called; his voice low and rough. He was tall, I was only able to reach a little under his shoulders, which only added to his terrifying demeanor. The slight stubble visible on his chin revealed he must have been a little older than eighteen, older than me. "You could get yourself killed this way, fucking standing on the road for stupid reasons. Do you want to die?"

I swallowed, my voice lost. My cheeks were hot, and I felt too embarrassed to speak; but feeling the feathers shake in my hands and a tiny quack sound, I regained my courage and looked up at him.

"Stupid reasons? You don't care about what happens to these guys?" I shouted, shoving the chick in his face. He backed up, almost repulsed.

"Why the fuck should I care? They're animals! Dirty, rotten, little excuses to be walking around like no one will hurt them. Well, guess what! They belong on a plate, and if that's how they serve em that's how I like them."

"You, you…dumbass! You don't give a damn about anything, do you? You may have fancy things in your life, but you know what you lack? A freaken future! I bet everyone just bows at your feet now, waiting on your every order."

Something sparked and flared in his eyes, but before I had time to figure it out I was thundered with the sound of clashing metal. A Chevy smacked into the line of cars and a red convertible slammed into the rear end of my car. I gasped, watching as my car towed forward into the intersection. Not seconds later did a car crash into its hood, another knocking off my bumper.

I stared in horror as my car was left to the side, beat up and broken. My car, my transportation, my only valuable thing I needed in this world was gone. That was the end of it. I stared, horrified.

"…have good insurance," the guy mumbled and I snapped my mouth shut. I turned to face him again, but he didn't quite look as angry.

"This is your entire fault! If you haven't stopped me I would have given the chick back and happily been out of your way!"

"If I hadn't stopped you, the moment you got in the car you would have been in a terrible accident."

I was quiet then, and he didn't say anything. The line of car drivers seemed furious, but that didn't matter to me at the moment. He sighed, and then grabbed my wrist.

"Let go of me!" I ordered as he silently dragged me to his car. I struggled, and to no success he pushed me through the driver's seat and onto a bronze haired boy. I blinked, before blushing.

"Uh…hi," he breathed.

"T-T-This is ridiculous!" I yelled, falling backward into the driver's seat. I collided into the blue eyed guy's chest and jumped again. This time I fell into the back seat, my head clashing onto the leather cushioned padding. "This is freaken kidnap!" I added, winded out from two surprise attacks.

"Well, Hiya!" A cheerful high school boy greeted me from above. The back of my head rested on the seat, and I finally noticed I laid in-between his legs. I blushed again.

"Hey pinkette. Are you planning to molest my cousin?" The blue eyed driver questioned without even taking a glance back. I gasped.

"Gah!" I yelled, trying to fix myself. I pulled my legs out, which had been on either side of the gear stick, and sat up, tearing away from the kid. It would look weird for an eighteen year old to be in that position with a younger kid.

Suddenly the boy, or I suppose man, started up the car. He took no time in gliding out of the newly made mess and easing off the main street. I was silent as I looked back at the horror I'd left and felt guilty. That was, until the convertible began to fall us.

I almost jumped at the scene, watching as the car accelerated towards us. I could see the driver now; a young woman with long blonde hair whipping around her face as the wind batted at her. Even with a pair of sunglasses shading her expression, I could still tell she was pissed.

"Ikuto…" The passenger I'd fallen over earlier whispered and the guy named Ikuto nodded, before the car started speeding up as well. We zigzagged through the other cars, hearing multiple honks and shouting from outside the tinted windows. Our car veered to the right, before turning in a motion so fast I jolted forward then back in seconds.

I gripped the seat, closing my eyes and trying to keep my head steady. The world was spinning before my eyes, and the fast whooshing motion of the car was making me feel sick. I struggled to keep from actually throwing up –though I never have done that before when I was spinning- trying to distract myself by thinking of those chicks from earlier.

This helped a little, until the car came to a sudden halt. I crashed into the passengers seat.

"Whoa, you okay?" The bronze haired guy in front of me asked. I didn't move, concentrating on keeping everything inside me at once. After a minute or two, I looked at that Ikuto.

"You call that driving?" I asked, still holding my head to the seat in front of me. The dizziness was fading, but my temples still throbbed.

"I call that a clean getaway," he answered, placing the car in park and checking over his seat at his cousin. The boy smiled, flushed with a sort of excitement. You could tell by his face that he enjoyed the freedom and chasing, just as any other high school boy would.

I stared back at Ikuto, before glaring. "So why did you have to speed up again? No, let me answer that. You're nuts!" I yelled, outraged I even got myself into this mess. I should have still been in that mess, apologizing to everyone and trying to do something about my car, but apparently I'm stuck with two college guys and their kid cousin.

"You're the one who's nuts," he countered, turning to stare at me. "Who in their right mind goes out in traffic to direct ducks?"

"They were chicks!" I clarified, flushed from being insulted. He turned back muttering a 'whatever'.

"A thank you would suffice," he mumbled. I scoffed.

"Thank you? For what?" The guy sighed and shook his head, irritated already by the subject. I crossed my arms, waiting for some explanation to come. Instead, his friend turned to me.

"If we didn't shake them, they would have come after you," he pointed out, giving a small smile to try and lighten the mood. "That blonde looked mad enough to cuss you out."

"Thanks, but I can take care of myself," I answered coldly. As I sat, the full reality of it began to hit me. My car was trashed, I was in a car with complete male strangers, and there were probably targets printed onto my back now. How was I going to handle all this?

I took a deep breath and massaged my temples. "Okay, maybe I'm not being fair," I started, facing the two guys in the front seat again, "but please remind me, why am I in this car again?"

Both of them looked at me, before the bronze haired looked at Ikuto. He was quiet for the first time, hand on wheel and mind drifting off. It was dead silent as I waited, and he finally broke the silence by re-starting the car. He quickly checked behind him before pulling back out in the street.

We drove back to the scene of the crime, the Chevy that had hit the row of cars now disappeared, along with the red convertible that had followed us. From inside the car, I could see a tow truck picking up a white Altima and another male speaking to one of the men asking about the accident. The police had already closed off the road, leaving my car dead and killed on the side.

I leaned over the passenger seat. "I think I should go," I whispered to the bronze haired boy, seeing as he was the most understanding. He peeked back at me, but Ikuto was the one to answer.

"And tell them what? You hit and ran after a big accident? Do you think the police will understand that?" He laughed at the humor he found in such a statement. I glared.

"Let's remember who the one was to make me run," I countered and the boy simply glared. The teen boy stared at the scene in interest, muttering a small "whoa". No one said anything else, so I stepped out of the car.

I got down the street to the crushed car, when a policeman stopped me.

"I'm sorry miss, but we are investigating a car crash at the moment. I'm going to have to ask you to please leave the area for now," the guy stated, pointing to where the Lexus sat. I glanced over his shoulder, at the driver from the white car.

"I just need to talk to him for a moment," I pointed at the other driver. "It won't take long. You see-"

"Are you in relation to that boy?" The man questioned me and I blinked.

"Well…no, but-"

"Then I'm sorry, but you will have to wait until we get this straightened out." He gestured back to the car. "Please now." I stared at him, before sighing and nodding. If I was ever going to apologize or get my car back, I would have to wait.

"Alright then." I crossed the street again, remembering the little chicks I had saved prior to the accident, and didn't regret a thing. I stepped into the back seat again, with no other choice.

"What'd he tell yea?" The teenage boy asked me, referring to his cousin if I wasn't mistaken. Ikuto didn't say anything else though, and began driving off again. I stared at the back of his head in order to distract myself from the rest of the world.

By the time we drove by a condo I suddenly began to question my sanity. What was I doing with strangers? Taking their ride and being taken to their home! I must have been going crazy to be one of those girls who were stupid enough to listen to anything.

We rolled into the paid parking when he cut off the engine. I watched them all, nervous and jittery again. The bronze head turned back to me.

"I hope you don't mind staying with us for a while. It's just that we needed to drop of Yoru." Yoru, I guessed, was the teen male beside me. Yoru smiled as I studied him, finding his features very mischievous and playful. I nodded.

"Okay."

Ikuto got out and Yoru smiled again.

"It was nice meeting you. I hope Ikuto decides to keep you around-Whoa!" He called when Ikuto opened the door and pulled the boy's back of the collar. He smiled again and jumped out of the car, trying to get back at his older cousin. I watched them leave the lot.

"Ah, those two are such idiots. Don't even pay attention to them." The boy in front of me was now the only other person still in the car. "They just like being cocky."

"That, um, Ikuto…what's up with him? I mean, why did he take me here?" The guy let out a deep breath and shook his head, before staring back at me.

"You want the truth, or a lie?" I was taken aback by such a question, scared about the deep past this Ikuto may have had. It would explain all the silent treatments.

"Truth," I whispered. The boy leaned in.

"I have no idea." I stared as if he were joking. He smiled, though it looked more than anything like a joke.

"You're kidding," I said in disbelief. He raised his hands up in innocence.

"Hey, if you want to think that then please be my guest, but I'm just as confused as you are." I bit my lip, trying to conceal my disappointment. I was really hoping for a straight answer after all this confusion from today.

"But…he hasn't…well, does he always act like this?"

"You mean just recklessly playing through life? Of course, I think he's been like that ever since he learned that life isn't always fair, but it can be what you make it out to be." He sat back in his seat, and I could only see his face through the mirror. "He's just that kind of guy."

"But is he usually just picking up girls from the street? He isn't just…planning something, is he?" I whispered, trembling at the thought. The boy laughed.

"Him? Mr. I-don't-give-a-crap-about-girl's-opinions? You honestly think he's planning something against you?" The guy blew up in hysterics and I suddenly flushed. So much for getting the truth out of him. He shook his head. "Were you not paying attention earlier? I suppose girls do get a little hung over at his appearance, but his social skills suck. I would have thought you'd figured out by now that his intensions have nothing to do in that compartment, especially by the way he spoke."

I shook my head, trying to shake off my embarrassment. I only felt all the more silly. "What…do you mean, the way he spoke?" I asked to take the humiliation off of me. He turned back so I could see his face again.

"You know. Ignoring you at times, kind of just blurting insults your way. Ikuto isn't much of a talker, he mainly keeps to himself." He looked like the loner type. Mysterious and a little rough.

"I see," I finished, thinking on all the information I'd just received. So it was clear that Ikuto wasn't going to rape me, but I could only choose what to believe from a stranger. I looked up at the boy who I didn't yet know. "Oh, um, what was your name?" I asked in case I would ever need to know it. He smiled.

"I'm Kukai." He held his hand out and I shook it with a raised eye brow. He laughed again. "Yeah, I guess this is a crappy time for formal greetings." He let himself calm down, before questioning me. "So, what's your name pinkette?"

It was the name Ikuto had called me from when I first came into the car. I was surprised I actually remembered such a tiny detail, but shook the thought. Before I could answer, Ikuto returned.

Having Ikuto back made another unbearable silence. He started up the car again and we drove away from the condos and headed back the way we came. I assumed we would go get my car, though the other driver was probably long gone, but we made a pit stop for gas.

I sat, waiting for Ikuto to leave so I could question Kukai again, but Ikuto turned to his friend.

"Kukai." He gave him a silent gesture and Kukai nodded in response. Ikuto got out as well as Kukai, although he was able to sneak in a wink. They left and I suddenly felt abandoned in the back seat.

I stared at the drivers seat, wondering what this Ikuto guy could have had, and maybe could have stolen. I leaned over the passenger's seat to the glove compartment.

But there was a tap at the window and I jumped, before turning. That's when I spotted the red convertible across the way.

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