(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉHey again, my baby squirrels! Is everyone up to the same antics as usual? You'd better be! I'm so excited about this fanfic. Seriously, it's not natural. I've also noticed that when I'm writing paper-and-pencil, I tend to use pressure based on Amu's mood. Like in chapter one, when Amu was shouting at Ikuto? I was totally pushing super hard and I actually felt angry. Do any of you guys (who write fanfiction and stuff) ever feel like that? Or is it just me? I think I'm crazy. But enough of my obnoxious rambling! On with the Amuto (or lack thereof :3)!

PROJECTILE SPARKLES

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Disclaimer: I own no part of Shugo Chara! The character coming up, however, is a figment of my imagination, so PEACH-PIT, she's MINE brah(s).

I felt content with my outfit on the ride over to the place Yaya's party was being housed at. I decided to make small talk because I was bored and didn't want to waste my phone's battery. "So, Rima, do you know who all is going to be there?"

"Us, Yaya, Kairi, Utau, Kukai." She then spoke very slowly and carefully, "Ikuto and... Hera, just to name a few"

"Who's Hera?" I asked. Yaya definitely gets around. She made ANOTHER new friend while I was moping about my breakup(s)?

"I'm honestly not sure. Probably a new friend of Yaya's. When I asked about her, she refused to elaborate, and only told me her last name." She gauged my reaction. "Cross. Her last name is Cross."

"Hm. Interesting name. She sounds like a Pokémon." Rima and I chuckled. "She's probably a pretty nice, considering the fact that she's one of Yaya's friends. That kid is an amazing judge of character."

"I agree." We continued the conversation, talking about Yaya and assumptions about her party. We were there in no time. At least, it FELT like no time. It was actually around 30 minutes.

The party venue was a massive, black, warehouse-esque building with no windows and only one door. The sign above the door said "Scene 75". It definitely did NOT look like somewhere a person like Yaya would hold a birthday party. At least, until we stepped inside.

All around us there were arcade machines. To my right, there was a ticket redemption center, and to my left there was a bowling alley/18+ café. Behind the reception desk (which was in the middle of the room), there was what looked like a racetrack with little bumper-cars parked next to it. I also saw signs that pointed to a so-called "bouncy warehouse" and an outdoor POOL! This place was CRAZY!

Rima whistled. "Dangggg..."

"You can say that again." I said, looking around wide-eyed like a kid in a candy store. Or should I say, like a Yaya in a candy store. Then I noticed that the entire massive structure was almost completely devoid of life. "Where is everyone?"

"I know, right! Wouldn't you think a place like this-" she cut herself off. "You don't think Yaya actually..."

"RENTED OUT THE ENTIRE BUILDING?!" We exclaimed together.

"That, my friend, is pretty freaking impressive." Rima said with one eyebrow raised.

A foreign voice broke us out of our trance. "Ahem. Are you girls here for Yaya-sama's party?"

"Yaya... sama?!" I asked.

"That's what I said, didn't I?" The lady at the desk was very obviously ticked off at the lack of customers. "If you're not here for Yaya-sama's party then GET OUT." She said sternly.

"WE ARE! We are!" Rima practically shouted.

"I'm calling Yaya-sama." The woman said suspiciously, raising the phone up to her ear. "Hi. Hi. Yeah, Yaya-sama? Of course, Yaya-sama! Could you please come to the reception desk for a minute? Mhmm. There's some girls here that say they're here for your party, but they're acting really suspicious. Ok, thanks." There was then what sounded like a thundering herd of buffalo headed our way.

"AMU-CHI! MASHRIO-TAN!" I heard a fammiliar, child-like, voice and looked around the reception desk to see Yaya and Kairi standing there. They were holding hands, and Yaya was waving to us with her free hand.

"Do you know these girls, Yaya-sama?" The woman asked.

"Yup! Thanks! Oh, and Hi-chan? It's Yaya-chi!" Yaya was apparently pretty happy about the fact that Rima and I were there. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet the whole way to the party room behind the bowling alley. In the room was Kukai, Utau, Tadase, Nagi, Yaya's little brother, and a couple other people from school whose faces I knew, but the names escaped me. There was one girl, however, that I did NOT recognize. I walked up to her and introduced myself.

"Hey, I'm Amu. Hinamori Amu." I said, trying to act perky, and sticking my hand out.

"Hi, Amu-san! I'm Hera Cross!" She shook my hand violently with a massive grin plastered on her face. She seemed really perky and nice, plus she was really pretty. Hera had large hips, a small waist, and beautiful curves. She was really tall. Her skin seemed to glow, so pale and perfect. She was wearing a pair of loose, dark colored, skinny jeans, black high-tops and a Mortal Instruments tee-shirt. She would probably look like any average high school student, if it wasn't for her hair and eyes. Her hair was gorgeous, long (about mid-thigh), wavy, and very soft-looking. The most striking aspect of her hair, however, was the color. It was a beautiful orange-copper color. Her eyes were large and round, and perfectly proportioned on her face. Their color should've been emerald green, given her hair color, but they weren't. They were an extremely light blue color, almost to the point where they were white. And her pupils. They weren't black. Instead, they were gray. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were the same color and her hair, and her lips were small and light pink.

She pretty much just looked like a goddess.

Look! I'm not dead! Although if I keep procrastinating on these chapters, you guys might change that… Anyways, foreshadowing *wiggles eyebrows*? Meh, probably not. I honestly have no idea where I want this story to go. I'm sort of a go with the flow kind of gal. I know some things that I want to incorporate into the story but I'm not 100% sure how I'm going to do. Just bear with me, Amuto fans, we'll get there eventually. (Or not, like I've said, I have no idea.) Love ya'll, baby squirrels! (Don't kill me please!)