WoM- You Shugo Chara guys really know how to make a girl feel welcome, don't you? Thanks to everyone for the kind reviews! It really made me happy to see that so many people enjoyed Chocolate Pocky, since it was just kinda written up on a whim and started this whole crazy snowball effect of Amuto oneshot ideas. I still don't quite know where these things are gonna end myself, but I'm having fun with them so I don't mind. And, with the reminder that I still don't own Shugo Chara, I'll stop talking and let you guys read the newest installment of Funny Food.

Honey Bunny

This is so humiliating…

Amu fought down a blush as she tugged at the poofy yellow layer of her dress’s skirt, wishing with all her might that she could have her own clothes back. She was keenly aware of the way Ikuto was watching her every move, clearly entertained by just how uncomfortable the young girl was. A part of Amu wanted desperately to beat him into a bruised and bloody pulp in revenge for how absolutely mortifying this was for her, but her sane side was keeping her in check, reminding her that striking out at Ikuto would only make things worse in the long run.

…Though if she was completely honest with herself, Amu wasn’t quite sure how it could get much worse than this. Still, Amu knew beyond a show of a doubt that if there was a way to make this any more embarrassing then it already was, Ikuto would be able to find it, just to spite her. The cat boy was just wired to know exactly what to say or do to make Amu want to curl up in the corner and die of shame.

“I think it looks cute on you, Amu-chan!” Suu piped up, obviously trying to soothe the girl’s frazzled nerves over the outfit. She was taking this punishment a lot better then the rest of them, probably because it was most suited to her talents and no one was making her change clothes. Ran nodded enthusiastically next to her, which was no surprise to Amu since the little cheerleader did everything with more spirit then mere mortals could ever hope to muster up.

“Yellow looks really pretty on you!” The pink Chara said brightly, swinging around the feather duster that had replaced her pompoms for the day. Her own frilly skirt twirled and bobbed constantly at the cheerleader’s movements, but Ran was unfazed by the bright, girly dress. In fact, she actually seemed to like the outfit, though her fondness of it was dimmed slightly by the reminder of exactly why she was being made to wear the dress in the first place

“Yeah!” Miki agreed with an honest smile. She herself had issues with her own baby blue dress, mostly because she wasn’t used to skirts unlike Ran or Suu, but she put her problems aside to help Amu avoid a possible meltdown. After studying her owner for a moment longer, though, Miki’s smile melted away into a contemplative look. “Though the ears are probably a bit much…”

“The ears stay.” Ikuto said firmly with a smirk that had Amu wishing she could haul him off and slug him. Preferably somewhere that would cause permanent damage. Yoru snickered loudly from where he was resting on Ikuto’s shoulder, earning a scowl from Amu before she turned back to the source of her suffering, glaring at him so hard that it was a wonder Ikuto’s head didn’t explode from just her sheer fury alone.

This is so degrading…

“I still don’t think that this is allowed, Ikuto.” Amu said sullenly, crossing her arms self consciously over her chest. “I don’t mind doing the work, that I agreed to. This, on the other hand-” here Amu paused to motion to the dress she was wearing. “-was definitely not part of our deal, you perverted creep.”

“The deal was that you were to be my servant.” Ikuto reminded her, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he leaned forward to tug playfully on one of the fuzzy yellow bunny ears that Miki had spoken her aversion to. Amu froze at the action, looking very much like a frightened little rabbit to the teenaged boy examining her. Ikuto took a step back, making the pink haired girl sigh in relief as her heart rate went back to normal. Ikuto smirked slightly, but didn’t call the girl out on her reaction to his teasing. “That’s your uniform today.” Amu frowned at that, looking down at her outfit once more.

“…I would never have figured you to be the lolita-type, you know.” She said dryly, resting one hand on her hip.

“I’m not.” Ikuto admitted with an enigmatic smile. “I just thought it’d look cute on you. I was right, too.” Amu blushed at that, in spite of herself. As much as she wanted to tell herself that Ikuto was just being his usual perverted self and she should kick his cat-tailed behind all the way into deep space for making her wear this outfit, it was kinda nice to hear a boy say that he thought she looked cute.

Even if that boy was Ikuto.

“P-pervert!” Amu huffed, trying desperately to keep Ikuto from noticing how much his comment had affected her. Ikuto merely chuckled, his eyes taking on the devious glint that always gave Amu the insane urge to run home and hide under her bed until she was sure it was safe to come out again. The only thing that was keeping Amu rooted to her spot was the thought of being seen in public in a bright yellow bunny dress. She’d die before she let herself be humiliated like that!

“Anyways, if you think this is bad, you should see what you’re wearing tomorrow.” Amu felt all the blood leave her face at those words, a chill running down her spine at the ‘promise’ in Ikuto’s tone as her Charas exchanged worried looks, clearly not liking what Ikuto was hinting at any more then she did.

“Tomorrow?” She sputtered out indignantly. “I thought you said this was my uniform!”

“It is.” Ikuto grinned evilly. “It’s your uniform for today. Tomorrow, you’ll be wearing something a little… darker.” The teenaged boy fought back a laugh at the identical looks of sheer horror on the faces of Amu and her Charas at that, feeling quite proud of himself for managing to render the fiery girl speechless. “But you don’t have to worry about that until tomorrow. Right now, you have other things to attend to. My house isn’t going to clean itself, you know.” Enraged, Amu started to respond to that, only to be cut off when Ran and Miki both slapped their hands over her mouth.

“We’ll get right on it, desu.” Suu said hastily as Amu struggled to free herself from her Charas to tell Ikuto off. “We’ll have your house clean and shiny in no time flat!”

“Be sure not to miss anything, nyah!” Yoru said wickedly, grinning widely at all four girls. Amu redoubled her efforts to free herself from Ran and Miki, wondering rather darkly what the slowest and most painful way to skin a cat was.

“Easy, Amu, easy!” Miki hissed to their owner as Suu continued with her attempt to distract Ikuto’s attention away from the pink haired girl. “Remember the deal, every time you get cheeky with him, we have to be his servants for another week!” Amu froze at that reminder, and her Charas let out sighs of relief as they let her go, knowing that it was safe now. Looking rather defeated, Amu left the room to do as she was told, her Charas floating closely behind her.

“Oh, and Amu?” Ikuto’s amused voice called out, forcing the girl to stop. Reluctantly turning around, Amu was met with yet another of Ikuto’s self-satisfied smiles. “Do you think you can bring me a glass of milk? I’m feeling rather thirsty right now…” Amu’s eyebrow twitched as Ikuto stretched out on his couch in a very cat-like way, Yoru settling himself down in a similar manner on the back of the couch. Resisting the urge to tell Ikuto get his lazy butt up and get his own milk, the pink haired girl forced the most painfully sweet smile she could muster up while she was restraining herself from committing a murder.

“Of course.” She forced out through gritted teeth, “I’ll get that for you right away.” Amu had an inner war with herself as Ikuto gave her a wickedly expectant look, waiting for her to finish her sentence. After a moment’s struggle, the words finally came out, feeling horribly alien to the poor pink-haired girl. “Ikuto-sama.” Spinning around, Amu hastily left the room, trying very hard to pretend that she didn’t hear Ikuto laughing in her wake as she muttered words a girl her age really shouldn’t know.

This is SO the last time I accept a bet from Ikuto…It’s not worth it if this is the punishment when I lose.

WoM- I know it's shorter then the first one, but in my defense this one does come with a picture of Amu in her bunny dress. There's a link to it on my profile if you wanna see.

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Morrigan's Wings, One Who's Too Lazy To Log In, Adumbrate, Rainpool's Loyalty, Kawaiiniki, Emmoria, StrawberryxKeneko, aizuhime, KeikoHayasaka, Dimly, IndigoNeko, babo123, animeloverxoxox

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Up Next; Chicken Soup- Ikuto can only think of two things he hates more then getting sick. Good thing Amu’s got the healing touch…