Amu: 18

Ikuto: 23

Saaya: 18

Kukai: 21

Tadase: 20

Utau: 19

Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara Peach Pit does.

.::. Straight In His Direction .::.

He extended his arm down to holler me up, but I sat frozen in my seat, words repeating in my head.

I'm not into girls. I'm not into girls. I'm not into girls.

"So you're...gay," I said. He nodded, waiting for my reaction. "That's cool." No, it is not, but I couldn't dare say that to his face. I offered him a smile which he instantly glowed back. Not fair. Not fair at all.

Eventually he let his arm drop as Kairi came back with a pink men's shirt. He apologized for its lack of size and quality, but I didn't care. He left me to put it on, saying he had customers to serve and that Ikuto would kindly serves me if need be. But I wasn't paying attention.

Soon we walked out into the café where Saaya sat alone in her chair, worry written on her face. Ikuto gave us a free bag of muffins and styrofoam lattés as another form of his remorseful actions, but I just half heartedly smile.

"Thanks," I mumbled taking the bag and cup before turning. Saaya waited by the door, her own cup and bag in hand.

"Amu!" Ikuto called.

I turned around faster than I would have liked as Ikuto jogged over to me, a small smile written across his face. He leaned down and gently grazed his lips across my cheek. My heart fastened without my permission and cheeks warming at his contact. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

"That's for accepting who I am."

"Oh," I said dumbly. "No need for that."

He only shook his head. "With everything that happened so far...you're far the nicest person I have ever met." Again, my cheeks warmed but he ceased to realize. "I'm sorry about your top."

I shrugged, that I can do without it meaning anything. "Got plenty at home, being a fashion designer and everything."

He grinned. I could die with that look. "Well that shirt suits you, since its pink and all."

I giggled, helplessly. "Thank god my mother didn't name me Pinkette then."

"It would have been cute."

That's it. I died, haven't I? Ikuto, this stranger had called me beautiful and cute without trying to get in my pants. Unfortunately, I really wished he did. Still, to pretend that he was straight helped a little. That was one thing that didn't make it to Saaya's list. She wouldn't care about trying to hump in once I tell her.

"Yeah," I said to myself more than to him. My eyes stung and I knew it was only a matter of time before they released their purpose of my heartbreak.

Once again, he kissed my cheek and whispered, "please don't be shy and come back soon, ok little Pinkette?"

I gulped and nodded, fighting back a river of tears as he waved goodbye. Why must he be gay? If he weren't I swear that would have been called flirting.

Saaya gaped and squealed when we made it outside, jumping up and down excitingly.

"Oh my God, Amu! You luck bitch! You got a kiss from that hunk of a man. Tell me he smells yummy. Oh, I can just see you two flirting off your asses."

"Saaya, just stop ok?"

She stopped alright, but made me halt with her as she stood in front of me. "What happened? Don't tell me that guy got a girlfriend? I will go back there and tell him to break up with her if you want. See to it that your better girlfriend quality."

I couldn't stop the flow of tears running down my face. Saaya squeaked and wiped the tears on my cheeks. "Do you want me to go back and punch his face, honey? Or do you want to? He may be delicious but if he hurt you than I won't—"

"His gay, Saaya!" I said out loud, not able to contain it. "That delicious, hunk of a guy, so sweet and exceptionally amazing with chocolate scented body lotion and minty breath, is gay."

Her face fell and just like that, she's moving on to her next target. "Oh, Amu. It's ok, there are many other guys like that."

I shook my head, opening the muffin bag and stuffing my face. I know it's immoral and totally non lady like, but I couldn't help it. It hurt to know a man would be the one to fulfil his desire and love.

"But...But I thought I could get him to kiss me," I muffled with chunks of the spongy texture in my mouth. Saaya looked like she wanted to look away, but as a friend she stayed and tried to endure it. So I swallowed before I continued. "I thought if I acted like you, he'd show some kind of surrender. But no he just had to like the same team as I!"

Saaya shook her head, grabbing my already eaten muffin and putting it in a bag, wiping my face with a napkin and a concern look. "Sweetheart, a guy can only kiss you if you are truly honest with yourself. He can only kiss you if he really wants you."

I could feel a puddle of my tears underneath me. "I'm never going to be important to him, am I Saaya? He likes men for crying out loud!"

"Then what's wrong with being just his friend? Why can't you accept that he likes men?"

I just shook my head. I'm not always like this. I accept anyone, I really do. But this one guy I thought could entwine his life with mine, turns out to be heading in a different direction. My direction basically. I don't see any problems with that. I have a very well gay friend who is also in the fashion industry with us. He's funny and such a girl when it came to checking out guys and fixing our clothes. I love him like family.

I lowered my gaze to the ground. "I guess I could just be his friend." Saaya smiled. "He called me pinkette by the way."

"Awe, you see? Already he's befriending you." She pinched my cheeks in an attempt to cheer me up, which it did but it could never cheer up my heart.

"Don't worry, Amu. In the few weeks to come, you guys would be shopping like maniacs and checking out fine asses from guys. Which, by the way, we are so doing right now!" She grabbed my hand in hers and pulled me towards her silver Ferrari parked on the side. Kukai, our body guard Jay-Jay had talked us into, stood there with his black sunnies. He smiled once he saw us.

"Ready to back to the apartment ladies?" Kukai was a jokester, he made me laugh. This wasn't an exception.

I shook my head. "Sorry Kukai. Off to the mall." His shoulders slumped as he pouted his lower lip.

"Ok..." He jumped in the back without further information. He learnt that a while ago to never stop a girl from shopping. Someone like Saaya and I could rip him into shreds. Kukai has brown messy hair with emerald eyes. I guess if he acted a little mutually, he'd be my type. But since we sort of fight a lot, I respect him like my only older brother I never had and still don't want.

Saaya jumped in the front while I climbed in the passenger seat. Before I buckled my seat belt in, I handed the styrofoam latté to Kukai.

"Ah sweet! Two sugars, right?" I nodded and watched him with humour as he moaned in the drink. "Oh...Oh god, that's the spot. Mmm. Nothing like a latté on a warm fresh morning."

I gave Saaya a look once we drove on the main road. She returned it and bit her lip, debating with herself. Give or be selfish...

Finally, she sighed. "Must I, really?" I nodded and didn't wait for her response before grabbing her still warm latté and handing it over to Kukai.

Kukai's face lit before snatching it out of my hands. "Oh, you girls are the best!"

"You're holding our bags, you potter head!" When it came to name calling, she was really poor. But still, it made Kukai turn pale. He sniffed once before lowering his head.

"I'm never going to get a girlfriend," he mumbled.

"Look on the bright side," I said to him in the review mirror. "You'd be patient enough to shop with. That's a quality a girl is going to need when she realizes she's wearing the same thing twice."

That only made him groan. Hehehe, I am evil.

Kukai was glad to be back to our studio. No, glad would be an understatement. He began praising the floor beneath us, rubbing his face all on it.

"Oh sweet baby Jesus, I'm alive! I'm safe! Mmwa! Mmwa! Mm...eww." The look of disgust was enough convincing that we needed to wash the floors.

I squinted my eyes in revulsion. "If you're that tired of shopping with us, perhaps you can lick the floor clean instead." Kukai got off the floor and glared at me hard core. I glared back. "You should really find someone else to pick it off with. You get payed over two hundred thousand a week and you're still complaining."

"Only because I'd rather use my arms for a good purpose other than carrying bags around."

"Just think of it this way: You're working out twice as much." I flicked his already thick biceps and sighed. "Shame on those arms. You're losing tone already."

His eyes widened, all hatred for me aside as he checked his arms out. "You for real? Holy shit, I need to go gym!" In a flash he ran outside the door, just as Saaya came in, bags overloading her arms.

She smiled as he went by. "Can you get the other twenty bags in the boot? They're a bit heavier so be careful!" She sighed and dropped her bags against one of the work benches. "Really, he's losing tone."

I smirked. "That's what I said." I went over to one of the oversized mirrors and began flickering around in the pink shirt Kairi had given me. It was a little bland for my taste, but with a few adjustments I could make it stylish. I wonder who's shirt this was. It's too pink to be any straight guy.

"You ok, bubblegum?"

I weakly nodded. "Just thinking."

"About a curtain cutie?" She asked, walking over to her bags and taking out dress after dress before hanging them up.

I scoffed. "Cutie is such an offence. He's...sexy."

"Hmm, almost too sexy for you."

"Apparently so," I mumbled. I really hate feeling so gloomy. I was surprised not even shopping could do me any good.

"Forget about him, Amu. He's a man who was born to love other men. You can't change who he is. That's like, so unnatural."

I scoffed, fixing a lock of pink hair away from my face. "Just like how my feelings for him are."

Saaya rolled her eyes snapping off tags from her clothes. "It's not like you can go around dressing like a dude to get his attention. Won't that be like, cross-dressing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously Saaya, you're like..." Oh my. My eyes widened as I turned around to face her. "Brilliant."

She smiled. "I know."

I giggled suddenly and came running to her, my arms opened for a hug. She hugged back as we jumped up and down like crazy fan girls ready to see a hottie of a celebrity.

"You will help me, right?" I asked once we stopped.

Her smile faulted. "Eh?"

I eyed her carefully. "You. Will. Help."

She sighed. I knew it. "Look Amu, the only reason I said it was because at the time, it sounded like a crazy plan!"

I laughed. "It is! And wonderful."

"No, you see the reason it's so crazy is because you can't turn a gay guy straight." I pfft at her, swatting the air as if swatting away her statement.

"There are many gays that turn straight. Just like there are many straight that turn gay."

"Amu," she said suddenly, not one bit of humour in her voice. "Think, alright? You know this is mission impossible because one, Ikuto knows who you are! Two, you look more feminine than anything. Three, if you get discovered, then everything is ruined for you. You're chance of actually dating him, will drop."

I actually thought about that. If I do get discovered, Ikuto wouldn't want anything to do with me ever again. I'm not sure what will exactly happen but I'm sure that it will be bad. Who knows what will or won't happen anyways? If I dressed like a guy, share a few personal things about each other and hopefully change his views on girls, that would have made my life!

"Even if he goes bisexual, I don't care. As long as I get a chance with him."

"Tch. Do you know how selfish you're sounding right now? No matter how much you disguise yourself as a guy, he's not going to fall for it! Don't you understand that, Amu? He's not and will never be into girls!"

That stung. It stung bad hearing that from her. My eyes frowned at the realizing of what she was saying. There could be many reasons why, but I hadn't understood why she was saying so. It was so clear! Why was I being stupid about this?

"You got your period, haven't you?" I said seriously. She gapped at me and I saw it was true. "Damn, I'm such an idiot! Of course you'd be like this. I'm sorry! I know how you get bitchy when you have it, and don't worry, I will not take everything you said to heart." I smiled kindly at her, feeling the weight lift off for some reason. "You matter most so, I won't jeopardise that of anyway—"

"You're not listening—!"

"—because I know what your period can do to you, Saaya. It can make you go crazy I know, but it can also make others around you think you really must hate them. I for one, understand how you feel—"

"—It's not that! Will you just shut up for a minute? Hey! Listen to me! I...I'm...ugh! I give up!" Saaya chucked the bag of clothes down on her bench and strutted away towards the door.

I followed her trail. "Hey, where are you going?" I called.

"To get a tub of low fat ice cream and drown myself full of it until I can get your annoying voice out of my head!"

Her voice dimmed as she slammed the door shut, making me squint from the impact. And then I broke down into a smirk. "Love you too."

Turning around on my heals, I headed towards a bag full of bandages, boxers, and a pair of sharp silver scissors. Saaya wouldn't be back for a good couple of hours and Kukai won't get out of that gym until he is begging on the floor with sore arms.

Perfect, I thought. Just as planned.

I grabbed my IPhone out and immediately dialled. The phone picked up after the first three rings.

"The amazing Tadase is here! How may I help you?" I giggled at Tadase's attempt to act feminine.

"How would you like to borrow my four inch black boots?"

Tadase gasped, as expected. "Why, I never thought this day would calm. AHHH!" I smirked into the phone once I heard him sigh. "I smell something fishy here, and I know it isn't my diet cucumber and fish salad."

I played with the bandages for a while, thinking before I did dare to speak. "I need you to do something for me, Tadase. Something so crazy and stupid."

I could see him smile. "What shall I do? You want to grow your boobs, right? Get your that fine butt of yours lifted? Oh, how I wish I had that ass..."

"No," I said calmly, waiting for him to continue.

"Oh," he said, his girly voice lifting to a gasp. "It's worse than I thought." I rolled my eyes, knowing what he was about to say. "No, no Amu! You cannot do that. I refuse for you to even consider such a suggestion. Why...I never..."

"Shut up little princess, I'm not going on that diet!"

He sighed in relief. I imagined him wiping his face carefully with his clean, pink hanky. "Oh, praise the Lord! Alright then, shoot. If it's not that, then it can't be worse.

Sometimes, I really wished Tadase never say those cheesy cliché lines. They just totally ruin the mood. "I need you to transform me into a man." And from the sounds of things, I knew he said it a little too late.

A/N: Amu is getting down and dirty, isn't she? Thank you guys for reviewing and adding this story to your favourites! My email is practically getting filled no matter how much I try to organize it. Hope to see your comments! If there are a few parts you don't understand, feel free to just write them down. I'll update when I get around 10. It won't be that hard I hope. Thanks guys! Night.