"Hey," Ikuto smirked at Amu, who was nervously fidgeting with the hem of her uniform. "So you're our maid now, right?"
"Yes, sir, I am to do anything you request," Amu replied confidently, but her face gave away how nervous she really was. Ikuto decided to ignore this and continue on with their little… chat.
"Anything I request?" Ikuto asked with another smirk and a long stare at Amu's breasts.
"Yes, sir, anythi-" Amu's voice stopped abruptly when she noticed where Ikuto was staring. She shifted uncomfortably before speaking again.
"Yes, anything. Do you have something in mind?"
"Maybe…" Ikuto 's voice trailed off as if in deep thought. Amu felt heat rise to her face and wanted quite badly to scream 'Pervert!' in his smug, little face. Instead, she managed to fight that urge back and get up from her seat.
"I'll be starting with that list of chores now," she stated simply, and headed out to the kitchen, completely unaware of Ikuto following her.
Amu grabbed a piece of paper off the table and read it carefully. There weren't many things for her to do. Utau herself had said that she'd let her off easy today, as it was only her first day.
"What are you making for dinner?" Ikuto asked suddenly, making Amu jump.
"Whatever you request, sir," Amu quickly answered. "I'm very good at cooking and I'll be capable of making anything, sir."
"Could you stop calling me, sir? Call me Ikuto," Ikuto smirked. "Call me Ikuto-sama, got that?"
"Yes, Ikuto-sama," Amu responded obediently. "So what would you like for dinner?"