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 .::.

I never found myself intimidated by the fact I had a few gay men escorting me to the café Ikuto works at, even though I'm pretending to be one myself. The whole thing had sounded crazy once we began to proceed in this plan of mine but in the end, I knew it'll be worth it.

He'll be turning straight by the time I'm done.

Kukai had volunteered to become my 'gay' boyfriend, although it did feel weird once our hands entwined. Not only had the tension between the two of us increase dramatically, but the unsettling feeling that Kukai had to hold my hand sent shivers down my spine. His hand was warm in mine; fingers fitting nicely through my own. I'm not going to lie; Kukai is amazing enough for me to like him.

Except, you don't like him, my mind chased me. You like Ikuto.

Which is true, and that is why I'm doing this. To get him with everything I have.

As we walked up to the entrance of the café, I managed to see myself in the reflecting mirror. Scorching hot. Saaya wasn't kidding about screwing me. I'd screw myself if I was like that. Which, I'm not! Virgin girl with no experience in sex. Lust is probably a better term to express me.

My hair was spiked with blond washout tips on each end of my hair. My eyes were blue and mystical, as my pale face contrasted with its dark colour. Both ears were pierced with silver studs, that was comfortable for me since I already had those holes since birth. My shirt was tucked with a pair of jeans; a jacket fit for my size protecting me from the cold. Designer shoes were also worn as they made a heavy impact as I walked. I was short compared to Kukai, which only added the cuteness of my feature. It is clearly shown that I was no older than eighteen. Having someone as old as Kukai only insinuated one thing; I was so into older men.

My escorts decided to meet us in an hour as one of the guys noticed a pair of shoes that must be bought. All wanted to tag along, which was fine with me.

As we entered the store, the small chime of the bell ringing, the plan started working like a clock in my head.

Step one: Have Kukai and I walking to the front to order a latté. That was simple, considering that I was in needed for a latté.

Walking up towards the counter, Kukai's hand now wrapped around my waist, we waited until one of the waiters came behind the cashier. As we waited, Kukai leaned towards my ear and whispered, "Do you think this is going to work?"

I turned around sharply, just managing to miss his lips as he retreated back. Swallowing from the closeness, I whispered back. "Don't tell me you're already retreating?"

Kukai smiled. "Me, retreat? Sweetheart, do you know who you are talking to?" I smiled in return, obviously meaning his answer was a no.

"Good."

I saw a figure coming to the front and swallowed harshly as I saw Ikuto coming. My eyes widened. My mind going chaotic inside.

Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Be cool, Amu, be cool. Oh my god, he's beautiful. Such a hot body with beautiful eyes. Why must you be gay, oh sexy one? Why couldn't you be bi or...Holy shit, he's staring. Does he know who I am? Is he going to get pissed for trying to change him? Why is he looking at me like that? Why is he not saying anything other than staring? This is a bad idea. Bad, bad, baaaad idea, Amu. You are a sadist! You should've sticked with someone liked Kukai instead. I should've gone lesbian if this was going to happen. At least a girl would have been nice to understand. Well, it's bloody too late now! Wait...what is he saying? Is he asking me something? Does he want my number? Kukai isn't responding back to him. Why isn't he responding back? Could Ikuto be possibly just talking to me alone?

"Hey, are you listening? I said, what would you like?"

"You." I said instinctively, not even bothering to change my voice. It didn't take long until I understood what I just said. Ikuto's eyes widened a little and I think I saw a bit of blush on his cheeks, but before he could say anything, I said, "I would like you to order us a latté with foam."

He seemed to have gotten more embarrassed as he stumbled for words. Naw! Wished he could've been shy with the actual me. "Uh, um would you...like anything else?"

I turned my head as I spoke. "Do you want any...thing...?" My eyes squinted as I looked back behind me, around me, looking quite unsure. "Uh," I said looking back up to Ikuto's eyes. He didn't seem to hide the fact that he was staring. It made me all gooey inside. "Did...Did you see where my boyfriend went?"

Ikuto's eyes furrowed. "Boyfriend?" I nodded, not understanding why he repeated the word. He looked a little troubled as he began to look down at the cash register. "He went outside. Said he had to check on something." Then he looked up, eyes all shiny and alive. It took me by surprise but nevertheless I didn't seem to faze outside.

Kukai left me here, alone with only Ikuto? What kind of a boyfriend does he need to play? I don't remember him telling me he had to go, but then again, I didn't hear Ikuto asking me what I would like either.

"Why don't you stay here for a while until he gets back?" He asked. His voice was caught on the edge and for a moment, I began to think hopeful about this. And then I remembered what I learned off from Saaya, that men like Ikuto is here to do a job. Disappointment flooded within me. Right. Just his job.

So I smiled kindly. "Take me to your table, then. And order a slice of cheesecake, preferably strawberries please."

He nodded, his lips slowly forming into a small smile as his eyes focused on a note pad he got out from his jeans, scribbling the orders down. And then his eyes shot up back to mine. "Would you like your latté here or to take home?"

"Here," I said. "And for my boyfriend, take home."

He swallowed, nodded and began pressing buttons. "That comes to ten dollars and forty-five cents."

Digging though the jeans, I pulled up my brand new wallet, made for men, and dug out a twenty. He reached for the money across from me, his eyes still secured into mine. I wonder what he sees, what he thinks...

My fingers brushed with his as a small static of electricity shot through, making me drop the money by surprise. I reacted quickly, but then again, so did Ikuto. Our fingers touched, our skin once more accepting their DNA. I could still feel him once he regained himself and swapped the twenty for the correct change. He placed it on the counter for me to take as he strutted away to place the order in.

I turned around and bit my lip, a blush obviously forming to my cheeks. Sugars! Did he suspect who I am now? Does he remember the touch? I'm screwed! I can never show my face again...

"Sir, if you may come with me I'll show you your table." If that is what Ikuto is thinking right now...

I was so mesmerized by my thoughts I hadn't noticed that Ikuto turned to face me. I walked right into his chest. Instantly I pulled away embarrassed by what I've done. Although the place was practically empty, save for a few waiters walking in and out of their staff room, it felt like I had eyes soaking in the back of my head.

Trying to become as professional as I can, I cleared my voice and nodded towards a table. "Do I go and sit on number seven? What's the hold up?"

"You like strawberry cheesecake..." He mumbled.

I squinted my eyes in confusion. "Huh—" everything rushed by me in a blur as I soon found myself stumbling inside the men's bathroom, Ikuto's hand grasping my arm.

My mind was going in all different places. Shit! He's going to kill me...Oh, nice bathroom. Hehe, it's blue...I'm going to be killed...He's got such warm hands...he smells nice...so that's where they pee? ...Shit! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die as a virgin! ...Man, men's bathrooms are fascinating...

My back got pushed against the wall, my head against the tiles as Ikuto's hands pressed my shoulders back against it. My breathing hitched as my knees started to weaken. His eyes were serious but I noticed a hint of a sparkle just in the corner of his eyes. So amazingly blue and deep and looming.

"What the hell!" I said as I tried to struggle free from his grasp. This was not part of my plan!

Next thing happened oh so fast as Ikuto's head buried himself at the crook of my neck, his nose sniffing me in. I was too shocked to move or respond. I knew my heart was beating faster than I would have liked but I was glad that it was still beating. At least that was still in motion.

Ikuto moved back to lean his forehead against mine. I was still, my eyes unable to blink as I watched him. But that wasn't the only thing my eyes couldn't blink away from. It was his lips which were formed as a smirk. That smirk. The smirk that indicated that the guy is clearly enjoying himself. It was the smirk that changed my view on things. And also made me finalize a few things I had forgot to cross off happily.

He thinks I'm a guy. A gay guy.

"Hey, I'm Ikuto," he said rather huskily, nothing I have ever heard him produce before. It sent shivers down my back through my arms, my fingers, my nails and down my whole body to the tips of my toes. I think this would be called a semi orgasm or close to one anyways. But what got me real jelly on my legs was what came out of his lips next. "And you, are very cute oh little gay one."

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