welcome, my loyal readers, to the seventh chapter of my first ever 'Shugo Chara' fanfiction. although this chapter is being displayed as the chapter nine, it's really chapter seven of my first ever 'Shugo Chara' fanfiction. my pinky finger on my right hand is in so much pain from inflammation, right now. I don't know how long I can keep up at my own work on this or any of my other fanfictions, not that I've actually been working on any others. I've only just found one fanfiction to completely focus on for myself before I get back to all of my other fanfictions. I just wanted to post this one chapter at least before I have to get back with helping out with chores, even when I barely have any time for even this as of today. this chapter of my first ever 'Shugo Chara' fanfiction is one-thousand-two-hundred-fifty-five words worth of storyline long and excludes this headnote, right here, and the (mandatory) disclaimer which makes up the paragraph following said headnote. it also excludes the one author's note/comment from yours truly directly at the end of this chapter, but that's just me nitpicking. OK, enough jawing about. on with the (mandatory) disclaimer.
disclamation: I don't own 'Shugo Chara' or 'The Ugly Truth' in any way, shape, or form. I am but a humble fanfiction blogger on both FanFiction and Wattpad. I have an account with Wattpad that I keep meaning to edit my own username. the same goes for my usernames on both YouTube and on DeviantArt. why do I keep forgetting to edit my own usernames. anyway, 'Shugo Chara' is owned by the duo of manga artists known in their home country as Peach Pit, AKA Banri Sendo and Shibuko Ebara. Meanwhile, 'The Ugly Truth' was directed in 2009 by Robert Luketic and was written by a trio of writers made up by three women with the names of Nicole Eastman, Karen McCullah Lutz, and Kirsten M. Smith.
Back in her own office, Amu was busy giving herself a consultation, reminding herself of exactly what she was, over and over and over again.
Amu Hinamori: I am an award-winning news producer. I am an award-winning news producer. I am an award-winning news producer. I am an award-winning news producer. I am an award-winning news producer.
As she was in the middle of her self-assurance talk with herself, someone suddenly knocked from the other side of the door to Amu's office. Of course, being in the middle of her self-assurance, she did not hear the knock on her door.
Amu Hinamori (continued): I am an award-winning news producer. I am an award-winning news producer. I am an award-winning news producer. I am an award-winning news producer. I am an award-winning news producer. I am an award-winning news producer.
It did not even matter whether or not she had even heard the knock, anyway, as it had turned out. Upon knocking on her door, the person from the other side of it had actually gone and entered her office.
Amu Hinamori (continued): I am an awa_
Amu's last repetition of her self-assurance went out of the blue and into the red because of exactly who it had been who had knocked on her office door and walked into it even when she did not acknowledge them.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi: You're an award-winning news producer.
Amu was completely appalled by the impression of Ikuto that he did not knock, apparently.
Amu Hinamori: You don't knock?
It was partly Amu's fault, however, because she did not pay attention to Ikuto when he had knocked.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi: Well, I did knock. You just didn't answer me.
Of course, Amu tried to defend her own case despite having some of the fault in their newest confrontation, herself.
Amu Hinamori: So essentially, your knock was negated by your complete lack of adherence to the social etiquette that follows a knock?
Ikuto only chuckled at what Amu Hinamori had said about his knock that she, herself, had never even acknowledged when she had the chance.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi: Damn, girl. You are wound up just like a f***ing top.
Of course, Amu could not even believe that that guy, Ikuto, still did not recognize her voice from their phone conversation on his show from the night before.
Amu Hinamori's psyche: I guess I'll just have to give this guy a hint as who I am to him.
Amu Hinamori: Woof, woof. Arf, arf. Remember that bark, sunshine? Last night, a little phone conversation we had.
Ikuto only bore a stupid look on his face that whole time Amu talked to him about the conversation they had over the phone in his old studio from the night before, until he finally realized just from where the two of them had actually known one another before he had even been recruited to join her news crew as a commentator.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi: Yeah. Oi, what do you know? You're not ugly at all.
Of course, Amu quickly proved that having heard such a comment from Ikuto by that point to have been no consolation. He had even retracted his previous comment about her being ugly from the night before in quite a perverse manner, that it threw her for such a loop of spiraling disgust. It meant nothing to her by then, but she decided to intentionally mislead him into thinking that it made her feel better about being slammed on cable television the night before.
Amu Hinamori: Oh, well, imagine my relief.
Ikuto stayed rather infatuated with and completely fixated on Amu, even when seeing from the look on the cherry-blossom-pink-haired young woman's face that his apology to her and retraction in calling her ugly the night before meant nothing to her at the point of which he had done it.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi: Well, I just wanted to say 'arigato' for getting me this gig. I never would have gotten it without you.
With both of those comments from him, Ikuto leaned in forward to the point of which both he and Amu were touching foreheads.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi (continued): You and I, we make good TV.
Ikuto's emotional fever over Amu had actually been even worse than a simple infatuation, and his actions in placing his forehead to Amu's own had even gone and proved it tremendously. It was a full-blown sensation of hot and passionate love. Obviously form what she had told him following him placing his forehead against her own, Amu had unfortunately missed Ikuto's burning passion and lust towards her upon basically finding out what the face behind their shared phone call from the night before had really looked like.
Amu Hinamori: You make imbecilic trash watched by housebound inbreds who are so busy with their hands down their pants that they can't change the remote.
Of course, Ikuto, being a basic pervert, had admittingly managed to get nervous about the way that Amu seemed to describe women who watched his program.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi: I-I hadn't been picturing you that way, _
He then relaxed a little and admitted to liking the way Amu had described herself when watching his program.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi (continued): _ but, man, is it a nice image?
Amu suddenly realized that misleading him with her sarcasm when telling him she was relieved to hear him retract his comment about her being ugly had been just as wrong an action to take against Ikuto as everything else she had tried to rip herself from his brain. So, by then, she chose just to be more direct with him about what she really thought of his program.
Amu Hinamori: I do not watch your program. My cat stepped on my remote.
Obviously hearing that Amu only watched 'The Ugly Truth' the night before because her cat had stepped on her remote and the channel had changed to Ikuto's said show was something he did not count on and was less than ready to know.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi: Well, just say 'arigato' to your pussy from me when you go home tonight, then?
He supposed that cats really were his guardian angel animal that looked out for him ever since he was a child. It was the main reason as to why Ikuto actually was a cat-person over being a dog-person. His own black tuxedo cat, Rafe, had ironically been the only light of his life as of late, other than his sister, Utau Hoshino/Tsukiyomi, and her son/his nephew, eight-year-old Takeru Hoshino/Tsukiyomi/Nakamura.
Of course, Amu was none too pleased with Ikuto's own comment to her about her precious, white as snow Cleopatra. She only groaned at his comment about the cat in her life who was basically her baby. The only thing Amu felt she should have had to worry about with her Cleopatra was whether her goldfish, Hercules, was safe whenever she was at work. It was during all of those times that she could not watch out for them.
Amu just walked away from Ikuto after groaning at him. Naturally, however, Ikuto only followed Amu out of her own office. It was as though the guy was completely hypnotized by the girl he had called 'ugly' on his show just the night before.
A/N: sounds ironic, don't it?