"Ikuto-sama!" Amu called out, as she took a tray of freshly prepared salmon out of the oven. "Dinner's ready!"

"Smells good," Ikuto whispered into Amu's ear, causing her to flinch. How did he get so close without her noticing? It was as if he was a sneaky cat, prowling around silently and just startling people out of the blue.

Ikuto plopped himself down in his chair and looked at the delicious fish being set before him. He smiled and then spoke to Amu.

"Feed me."

"Excuse me, Ikuto-sama?" Amu asked. Had she heard that last part right? Did he really want her to feed him? He couldn't be that lazy!

"Feed me," Ikuto replied simply. He opened his mouth wide, and with a sigh Amu placed a piece of fish in it. She continued doing so until the plate was clean of food.

"So, why'd you become a maid?" Ikuto asked, gulping down the last piece.

"I'd rather not answer…" Amu replied quietly and hesistantly. Her confidence had faded and Ikuto could make out a faint pink blur spreading across her pale cheeks.

"I'm your master," Ikuto insisted. "And I order you to tell me."

"It's a very personal matter Ikuto-sama," she whispered. "One I don't wish to discuss, now."

"Fine, suit yourself," Ikuto responded with a shrug. "I'll let this slide one condition: you kiss me."

"What? Excuse me?" Amu asked for the second time this day. What was wrong with Ikuto-sama? He made such insane demands, but Utau had described him as a sweet, beautiful, and caring 18 year old boy.

"You can either tell me why you became a maid or kiss me," Ikuto repeated, a small smile forming on his lips.

"I'll kiss, Ikuto-sama," Amu whimpered, allowing Ikuto to draw her in close. She felt his hot breath on her skin and shuddered. They stayed that way for a few minutes until Amu realized that she had said that she'd be the one kissing Ikuto, not the other way around. A soft pink tinge appeared in her cheeks as her lips pressed into Ikuto's cheek.

"Now tell me why you became you a maid," Ikuto requested calmly, as Amu moved away from him.

"But Ikuto-sama! You said tha-"

"I lied," Ikuto said simply. "I'm the master, you're the maid. You're supposed to do anything I say, remember? So tell me why did you become a maid?"

"My parents died a month ago in a car crash," Amu whispered softly, tears beginning to freefall from her eyes. "My 5 year old sister, Ami, and I were all alone in the house. I tried everywhere to get a job, but because I'm only 13, the only way I could work was as a maid."

"That sucks, the moment I turned 18, Utau pestered me to get a house of my own and take me with her. We both used to work for this company named Easter, so we had some cash saved up." Ikuto responded. He seemed completely uninterested in Amu's story and this made her burn with silent rage.

"Ikuto!" Utau called out happily, as she entered the kitchen. "Don't forget what tonight is!"

"I won't," Ikuto replied trying to appear as enthusiastic as his sister. In all truth he had forgotten that Utau had made arrangements for them to go to some fancy restaurant together. While she called it a date, Ikuto called it free food and torture. He completely hated going out to places with her, but if he began to persist, even a little bit, Utau would charachange with Iru and go into a huge rage.

"You should start dressing up now, we leave at seven," Utau told him and then turned to Amu. "I need you to do my make-up and hair."

"Yes, ma'am," Amu replied, getting up to follow Utau upstairs.