MoshiMoshiMomoMochi: Teehee! You're so welcome! I really love listening to NNC covers (that's what I call them...'NicoNicoChorus') And I actually made an account just for covering a few of my favorite sings but alas, because I tried so many times to perfect my singing - not too good in the first place - I've got a terribly sore throat! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed those two songs because I've got plenty more...! [Ex: Hide and Seek (Syo)]

NellyLuna252: Yeah, I know...it has been lacking a little Amuto. This one explains Ikuto's point of view on their 'relationship' or whatever you want to call it.

blu2012: I never really thought about Rima's relationship with Kūkai too much...it just kind of happened. Weird. I've never even thought of them as a couple before until now o.O But honestly, I've never been much of a Kutau fan...
And OMFG Ikuto's 'look' always gets her! And Nagi being a vampire popped into my head at the last second...haha, he's a very attractive vampire, isn't he?

Jemstone6295: Haha, welcome. You must be the new reviewer I read about ;) lol, jk. Welcome to the silly but serious Dizzy Spell!

Sorry I don't give you all shout-outs (I'm trying to limit my silly authoress notes...) but you should know that if you've reviewed you're a very special person to me! Hopefully this chapter is long enough! (P.S. I made up the vampire system...haha, laugh at me will you?)

Disclaimer: I don't own SC or any of it's characters. And the definitions were taken from webster's dictionary. Yep. Bye.

~LonelyButLovely

'Perfect - conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type.'

Ikuto read it over two more times and smiled to himself. If he was correct - which, most of the time, he was - then he knew what perfect was in human form. He searched another word.

'Imperfect - not perfect; lacking completeness.'

Ikuto sighed to himself and thought. He was hundreds of years old and finally found someone he...he could trust. Even a little bit. Just to know that Amu was there comforted him. It was crazy, absolutely nuts, to trust a human. A girl. But not just any girl - it was Amu Hinamori. A reincarnation maybe or just a descendant. But Amu was an individual with her own feelings and her own decisions. Ikuto couldn't remember the last time he ever had someone find out he was a vampire. Amu...she was special. She worked her way into his heart and rooted herself in the core. The bashful, rebellious and absolutely amazing Hinamori Amu. Everyday with spent with her was simple but amazing. Every moment spent with her made him want her to be his. He just...he just felt like she was...

Perfect.

The way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, even the way her face would heat up when she yelled at him. It was all so human, so her...Ikuto didn't know what to think or say around her. He didn't understand what was happening. He hadn't felt this way in decades. Maybe never. It took one moment, one second, to fall for her over and over again. He brought up walls only to have her tear them down all over again. He was imperfect, incomplete...he needed her. He needed Amu so bad it hurt.

"Ikuto!" She hissed from the other side. "Look! A book about vampires! Isn't it cute?"

Ikuto zipped through the bookshelf and appeared in front of her, gazing down at the book she held in front of her face.

"Wah, I-Ikuto!" Amu lowered the book."Did you just...how did you...?"

"Let's see that book of yours," he tugged it from her fingers and flipped it open.

"But Ikuto - "

He slowly flipped through the pages. Each page describing different vampires with various pictures and how they evolved in time. It was cute the way humans thought they knew about vampires and studied upon them. Humans were fascinating. They were fun to study as well because each individual human was different. Ikuto laughed.

"Now, garlics are just stinky," he handed it back to her. "I preferably don't like them because they smell bad but some of us actually like them."

Amu shut the book and put it back on the shelf. "I knew that."

"You said you wanted to learn about how the vampire politics work, right?" He grabbed her hand. It was warm, her pulse slow and steady. "Well, I'll tell you."

"Really?" Amu sided up next to him as they exited the library. "I'm all ears."

Ikuto himself forgot a few things and got a little mixed up since he didn't really pay attention to the politics anymore. "Well, let's see. Where to start...it's very similar to your politics with a few changes. First, there is a supreme ruler or whatnot that decides whether we live or die."

"Wait, wait, wait," she furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm already confused. Live or die? Is it when you commit a crime or something?"

"When you're first created, the supreme council's ruler 'feels' it," Ikuto exhaled sharply. "And when you're in a sleeping stasis of being 'created' the rulers' voice is the first thing you hear. The ruler decides whether to allow you to wake up or stay asleep forever. I'm a pure-blood so I've never had that problem."

"A pure-blood?" Amu inhaled, taking it in. "So, then how does your thing work? Like, how do you become 'created' or whatever?"

"Well that's easy," Ikuto smirked. "Sex."

"I-ku-to!"

He chuckled and squeezed her hand. "Sex is just for fun. It's a totally different process for purebloods and I really don't feel like going into that."

"So what about other types of vampires?" Amu asked. "Is there different types or..."

"Not to boast or anything but I'm pretty much like a prince in the vampire politics," Ikuto grinned cheekily.

"Shut up," she lightly punched his shoulder.

"What? I am." he chuckled at her silly efforts. "But...I'm kind of taking a vacation."

"A vacation?" Amu asked surprised. "What do you mean by that?"

Ikuto mentally smacked himself. A vacation? Really? That was probably the stupidest thing he'd ever said in all his life. "I'm in college again. I've been lots of things; professors, doctors, even the mafia. But I enjoy high school and universities/colleges the most because this year I met you."

Amu smiled slightly blushing. "Eh? Really? Oh, Ikuto, you're just saying that."

Ikuto smiled a little as well. It was a bit of a sad smile though, bittersweet maybe. In a couple of decades there wouldn't be an Amu anymore. Just a memory, a faded and beautiful memory. He didn't want that but that was just how it was supposed to be. He tightened his hand. "Amu, I just...I just want you to know." He was going to say it. No tricks, no games...every second counted. "I want you to know something."

They stopped in front of the church. He held her small hands in his and looked her in the eye. Amu looked at him quizzically, tilting her head to one side. "Ikuto? I don't get it. One moment you're playing with me and the next your serious; Ikuto, are you hiding something from me?"

I'm hiding lots of stuff from you. Of course I am. Ikuto tightened his fingers around hers. The fact that I'm hiding from my family, the fact that I'm supposed to marry my sister, the fact that I...the fact that I think...

"Wait, hold that thought," she let go of him and dug around in her bag. She pulled out her phone and hit answer. "Hello? Oh, hi mom. And dad. And Ami. No, no, of course not. Yes, I'm fine. How are you? That's good."

He looked at her, something clenching his chest. He felt as if his insides were being squeezed by some unseen force. He kept his eyes on her, unsure of what to call this feeling. He decided not to say it today. Maybe not ever. Ikuto didn't know how to feel anymore, Amu was making him feel things he didn't like. But he couldn't stay away from her. It was as if she was drawing him closer and closer to her with every word and laugh or smile she gave him.

"Haha, okay mom. I'll be there for Christmas. Really? I won't take too long, okay? No, I'll drive myself. I'm fine dad. I promise!" Amu glanced at him, rolling her eyes. "Bye, love you all."

When she place it back in her bag, she sighed and looked back at him. "Now what were you saying?"

"I got off topic," he apologized quietly. "Why don't we finish our talk in a little bit? I'm feeling a bit...under the weather at the moment."

Amu got concerned, placing her hand on his arm. "Ikuto...is it...?"

She didn't need to to finish her sentence. He shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. Wanna head back to the dorms? You've got those tests to study for."

Amu kept her concerned gaze on him and bit her bottom lip. "Are you sure? I mean, it's not like I mind or anything." He wasn't ever this serious before. Was something wrong? He must've been bothered by something. "Ikuto, I really mean it. Are you okay?"

Ikuto looked at her, the wide and innocent pools of gold staring up at him intently. He didn't want to lie to her. He wasn't okay. He wanted something. He wanted something impossible. He smiled and pinched her nose. "What are you? My grandma? Quit worry you old bag."

Amu gasped and pulled back. "Excuse me? I'm younger than YOU!"

Ikuto only grinned, taking her face in his hands and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Oh dahlin', I love you more than anything in the world."

She swatted his hand away half-heartedly, giggling embarrassedly and finding it hard to be offended. "Quit it you dummy! I'm not five-years-old!"

Ikuto laughed, pinching her cheek when he pulled back. "I know you're not; just look at the lack of figure you're missing. You must be twelve."

Amu pressed her lips together in annoyance and narrowed her eyes at him. "You pompous daffodil! I'm old enough to know I won't be your friend anymore! Hmph!"

Ikuto winked at her. "Oh, so you wanna play a game, huh? Hey, I jut met you. And this is crazy. But here's my - "

"I'm not listening~ lalalalalala!" Amu covered her ears and shut her eyes.

Ikuto snorted and pulled her hands down to her sides, leaning nose-to-nose with her. "I'm listening."

Amu glowered at him, trying to stay mad. Another smile and she was already forgiving him. "Remember when you said I could go back and study?"

Ikuto let go and pretended to think. "Now when did I say that? I can't seem to recall whatsoever."

She crossed her arms. "That's fine with me. I'm going back anyway! Bye!"

Amu spun on her heel and began walking. Ikuto followed behind of course, catching up to her in a second. "I'm coming with you. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't?"

"Did you want an answer to that?" Amu asked glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

Ikuto gave her that oh-so-annoying-flirty smirk and ho-hummed happily.

I sighed tiredly, flopping onto my bed. It'd been an exhausting day with all the random places Ikuto took me. I hadn't much time to myself anymore, cramming for test, studying like no tomorrow and balancing Ikuto's craziness. I honestly was exhausted and feeling drained of all my energy.

I guess I was having fun. But I was undeniably tired. I rolled over and gripped my my pillow with one hand. I looked at the time. It was only seven o' clock. I could nap now. Only for a few minutes. I guess...

After dropping her off, I immediately went to my dorm. I opened the door, and slipped inside shutting it behind me. I tossed my keys into the small bowl and took a deep breath.

"You know," I brushed my bangs back, "it's rude to barge in here."

He chuckled. "I'm not one to barge into personal matters but this one needed to be looked into."

"Nagi," I greeted him flipping on the lights.

"Tsukiyomi Ikuto," he sat on the chair with his back towards him. "It's been some time."

We go pretty far back, me and him. Friends, enemies, students...we have a very colorful history together. Be surprised, I know what I said last time but he looked different than I remembered. He was a girl last I saw him, mind you. I pulled off my jacket. "So what're you doing here?"

Nagi spun around and exhaled, leaning on the back of the chair. "I'm just dropping by. I heard you were around."

I sighed dropping my jacket on the table. "That means..."

He smiled. "Yeah, I know what that means."

"I can't really run forever can I?" I collapsed on the couch.

"You could," Nagi mused. "Difficult but possible."

I rubbed my face. "How about you?"

Nagi laughed. "I'm working on it; my mother is still pretty pissed about it though."

"That you stopped dancing?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "I've done it forever. Jeez, she should just lay off already."

"Rhythm, Nagi...I can't even recall how many names you've gone by already," I laughed lightly. "So you're nickname is Rhythm, eh?"

"Only my friends call me that," Nagi got up. "But it attracts the ladies."

"You've never had a problem doing that," I pointed out.

"I know," he smoothed his hair. "But neither have you. Who's the chick anyway? Longtime friend?"

It was Amu obviously. I looked at the ceiling. "Where to start..."

Nagi whistled. "Wowie, she not into you or what?"

I shrugged. "I don't really know. With her, I'm never too sure."

"Whoa, the mighty Ikuto can't get a girl in bed?" Nagi laughed slapping his knee. "That's a first."

I Iaughed with him though not as hard. "It's just Amu. It's not like I'm in love with her or anything."

"Then you don't mind that I've snagged her for Friday night, right?" Nagi smirked. "I'm just dying to get to know her, the girl that makes you weak."

"Weak?" I sat up. "I'm not weak."

"That's what you say..." he snickered. "In any case, she's hot. And I like hot girls like her."

I looked at him annoyed and frowned. "She's uptight though and picky. She also doesn't like it when you point out how flat chested she is or when you call her short. Also, she doesn't like holding hands. And she's mean. Very mean."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows. "She didn't seem too mean when I was talking to her earlier."

"She's just that kind of girl who doesn't want to offend you when you first meet her," I went into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of water and leaned on the counter. "What can I say? That's why she's so attractive."

"She likes me," Nagi appeared next to him. "I can totally tell. But you, she seemed to hate you."

"In fact, I find that guy over there quite attractive."

"...some totally sexy guy.."

Oh, Amu. Really? Those words float in my head because you said them about him. We both laughed. "Of course she did."

"I'm off now," Nagi pulled down his cap. "Take care and wish me luck with Amu...she's a keeper."

I finished my glass. "I guess we'll be seeing each other around for a while. Good luck, she's a tough nut."

He nodded and disappeared. Peering in the dark window where the sleeping figure was, Nagi exhaled in the cold air and smiled to himself and made a heart of ice in his hands, holding it so that it framed the pretty pinkette. "...for now anyway."