I do not own Shugo Chara or its characters. I will be uploading an epilogue to "Fake Marriage, Real Love"; if you've ever read that, I'd love for your input.

Amu remained silent with her lower lip caught between her teeth. In an unfamiliar car that still retained its leathery, new-car smell, all common sense and manners flew from her mind. With your former lover's brother, she wondered whether daily manners and speech were required.

With a flip of her luscious pink hair and the slam of his car door, she left him —that's what he feared might happen if he dared utter a sound. He even kept his breathing level against the fierce fight that the beat of his heart stirred.

"Thanks for the ride," She said. Her thin wrist lifted yet hanged in the air as if suspended by an invisible string. Her body's intentions were to escape this tense gravity and hide herself from this temptation called Tsukiyomi Ikuto; regardless, her body didn't move another inch. The frail, pale girl wanted him to stop her or at least speak.

"…" He, still fearing a nameless fear, retained the silence. His eyes locked onto the strip of the road that led away from her house. If he caught sight of her hair's pink hue or the raging war of emotions lying under her eyes, he would fall in love with her all over again. One thing he shouldn't be thinking about right now. His goal was to leave her house before he did something stupid. He may have made her laugh and smile just a moment ago, but one mistake could derail her progress of recovery.

"W-Will you just—" Her voice's timbre and pause of tragedy snatched his attention, and against his will, his eyes found her. He fell in love. "Please speak to me." She hid her eyes behind her hands, wiping her tears with her fingertips. Her defenseless, shivering figure engraved itself onto Ikuto's eyes and eyelids. In one instant, he could feel his organs not working their correct operations—his lungs, his heart, his stomach, and his brain. How was it possible to be this obsessed by a girl?

"Amu." The one word set up geysers in her eyes. They wouldn't stop, despite the stubborn attempt to wipe them. The way he said her name brought her to pure nirvana. Someone with that omnipotent power of her was listed as dangerous in her vocabulary.

"Ikuto." Her hands dropped to her lap and her face lifted to see his. He could hear her vulnerability behind her voice once again, but this time was different. She chose to let her guard down with him.

In the moment their gaze met, love replaced the void their amputated souls left. Amu had enough self-control to turn away, but the blue-eyed man didn't want to let her see another like that florist boy. After all those times he dreamt of this, Ikuto finally took this chance. His lips latched onto hers with a tight seal. His hand swiftly flew to the back of her neck and pressed her closer. All the other fantasies he'd had of kissing her was different from this one. His fantasies were only lust-driven, but this was much more. With only her on his mind, he could feel the worries of the world escape him. All he wanted to do right now was feel her until he knew everything about her.

On the other hand, she wanted to grab his collar and make a tighter seal. She wanted this. She wanted it more than life; but living was her punishment not her blessing. Amu, for her better judgment, shoved him off. Her eyes, glazed with intense emotion, met his hurt eyes.

"I'm sorry that I—" He began with a solemn, slow tone. His hands returned to his sides, and his body adjusted itself. Ikuto didn't understand what to do after this. Every girl he'd kissed never left him hanging before.

"No, it's my fault for being vulnerable." His fear came true. With a flip of her luscious pink hair and the slam of his car door, she left him . But, it didn't entirely come true. Instead of flipping her hair, she stole a pitying glance at him. Was the pity for the possibility of them or for him? Maybe contempt was better than pity. He didn't understand the situation and her. His eyes never left her body until she disappeared into her home.

"Why'd I choose now to start being honest to my feelings? Why didn't I do it before?" Ikuto groaned, banging his head onto the steering wheel.

Dead Brother's Girlfriend

"Ikuto, I know you never listened to what I say; and I thought that maybe if I knew what you liked about Amu, I'd understand the situation better." In their usual café, the college student majoring in design and fashion looked at Ikuto with her cyan eyes. Most boys would have been enthralled by her cool gaze, but Ikuto was like a total different species.

"I don't think I'd describe it well enough for you to understand." Ikuto groaned in his arms. Too exhausted to sit properly, he laid his head atop his arms.

"Don't underestimate a Le Morcef." The proud aristocrat ordered as a snapped bark.

"Amu, she is…" The last son of Tsukiyomi began hesitantly, as if collecting himself. "She is like fire. If I were to touch her, I'd understand what fire felt like; but fire wouldn't be notorious for her fiery passion if she just let anyone touch her. She would taste you with her spiteful flames. She is strong. She'd never let you dominate her. She'd-"

"Ikuto, I don't know whether you're talking about this in a dirty way or not; but please put aside the innuendoes for the sake of putting aside misunderstandings." Lulu coughed yet still retained her lady's manners. Ikuto's sudden smile astonished Lulu. He never smiled before with her.

"Amu has that power over me." He chuckled a rich, sensual sound that sent a blush creeping onto her pale cheeks.

"To make you into a pervert?" She giggled. Despite her upright bringing, she understood how love stripped one of their past and brought about this new being completely new to the world.

"To destroy me," He said words that resounded in her heart. The way Ikuto denied the existence of her love kindly destroyed her most days, but that never stopped her from running towards him those days.

"Do you believe all fair in love and war? A friend of mine asked me in class once." She inquired of him with an ulterior motive. If he agreed, he would not be able to complain on her methods of attaining him.

"Honestly, Lulu, I don't know myself. As long as you understand the entire situation, I agree," He mused for to himself than her. She loved this about him—how he'd lose track of everyone else. It made her want to be that someone for whom he forgot everyone else.

"What do you mean 'understand the entire situation'?" Her pysmatic ways of questions made the relationship seem as if a student-and-teacher relationship.

"Does your friend love him?" She nodded. "Would she give anything up for this person?" The green-tinted blond nodded vigorously. "What's the problem?" His blunt speech shocked her, but she shouldn't be. It was how she usually spoke.

"Well, m-my friend is actually a g-guy." Lulu stumbled in her lie. "His name is Lu—I mean Lawrence. Lawrence likes girl named Ik—Ikuya, but Ikuya likes a boy named Amon, who also likes him—er, her back." Along the entire way, she stuttered and came up on random. Ikuto didn't notice the underlying message.

"Why don't Ikuya and Amon get together?" The blue-haired man scrunched his eyebrows in an inquisitive manner. A nervous round of laughter poured from her mouth.

"Their friend Yori disappeared randomly, and before Yori disappeared, he dated Amon. Yori was important to both of them. Ikuya doesn't want to disrespect Yori; neither of them do. Ikuya proclaims her love, but Amon rejects it out of sheer will. My friend Lawrence wants to mend Ikuya's heart, and he wants to give Amon a blind date. However, he doesn't know whether that would be the right thing." Lulu's mouth was on rapid fire, spitting out the words. She was scared the moment he'd realized the metaphor.

"Do Ikuya and Amon suit each other?" Ikuto didn't understand why, but he wanted them together.

"They did." She sighed sadly.

"Did?!" His heart hurt at the thought.

"If they remained together, they would drown in their misery—"

"No, they wouldn't! They'd heal together. I always knew you were stupid, Lulu." A voice Ikuto thought he'd never hear ever again blew with the howl of the wind. The transparent body sitting in a chair next to Ikuto was the brother he'd lost.

"Yoru!" The grown-up man didn't know how the words left his throat, but it startled both Lulu and Yoru. Yoru hid his Cheshire grin behind his hand, and Lulu hid her dropped jaw with a delicate hand.

"Let's talk somewhere else, Ikuto."

Thanks for reading. Have a great hell in school.