NekoBerryKisses: Okay, look. I know that I forgot to make the Amu Birthday Fanfic a long time ago, but school got in the way!

Amu: Dammit! Why'd they make school in the first place?

Ikuto: So that people like her have a future?

NekoBerryKisses: And this is coming from the seventeen-year-old who often skips school?

Ikuto: Shut up! I'm trying to back you up and this is what I get?

NekoBerryKisses: Here's an Ikuto Birthday Fanfic! Enjoy!

Amu/Ikuto: She does not own 'Shugo Chara!'

"Mommy…" Amu heard a little voice whisper. Amu gathered up all her strength to push herself up and look at the little girl with the stuffed toy in hand. Amu carefully got out of bed as to not wake her husband.

"Akari? What are you doing up this late?" Amu picked up the fragile little seven-year-old.

"I had a bad dream. Can you tell me a story?" Akari rubbed her right eye, a tear, for some reason, slipping from her eye. Amu took a glance at her husband who fell off of the bed and hit his head on the side table… and was still asleep. Amu couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as the alarm clock fell and hit his face. The dead alarm clock.

"I think I'll tell you a funny story. Do you know what happened on your daddy's 18th birthday?"



I opened my eyes on this annoying day to see that I just broke an alarm clock.


I dragged myself out of bed, God being the only one to know what would happen today.

I looked at the window, realizing that it was still really dark and that the only source of light at the moment was the moon.

Another good thing.

Must be only sometime around two or three in the morning, so I did exactly the same thing I did every year on this day.

I snuck out of my room with white out and a black marker, quietly heading downstairs.

With each step, there was a small creak.

It's a good thing that everyone in my family is a deep sleeper… well, with the exception of me, that is.

I made my way to the calendar in the kitchen.


Then the calendar right next to the front door.


Quietly made my way back upstairs to Utau's room…


Now, to my parents' room



I covered my eyes, quietly cursing.

Aww, crap.

I'm caught.

"Ikuto, stop trying to erase your birthday on the calendars," my dad scolded, annoyed.

Yep, you guessed it.

I did this every year.

I never wanted to celebrate my birthday.

I had my reasons as to why not to.

I turned to face my parents, letting my eyes slowly adjust to the bright light.

But as soon as I did, I regretted it.

Know why?

Because there's no one as prepared as my father is.

Utau was already in her favorite party dress.

She seems like she didn't sleep a wink… either that or she was on some sugar rush.

Mom still looked sleepy, though.

I don't blame her.

It's almost three in the freaking morning!

I'm pretty sure that she just came back from work about an hour ago.

Dad, on the other hand, was already in semi-formal attire…

Holding a cake…

That read "Happy 18th Birthday Ikuto!"

It was a chocolate cake.

Although I'm not complaining about the chocolate part, I still hated the fact that they wanted to throw me a party.

There were balloons all around the room of different shades of blue.

"Why should I?"

"Because, frankly, we're usually very forgetful and this is the last birthday that we can spend with you before you go off to college!"

Well, whoop-de-stinkin'-doo.

Another reason why I didn't want to celebrate my birthday… especially this year.

I tried sending some kind of mental note to Yoru that said "Please make sure that the coast is clear so I can leave. I'm pretty sure Utau has the exits guarded with the help of Iru and Eru."

I sent it multiple times.

Hopefully he got it.

"Ikuto," Utau started off, smiling. "Happy birthday."

She handed me a gift that was wrapped in pink, black, purple and white.

Did she have to make her present so… girly?

I just looked at the present, then back at my family.

"I'll open it later. Thanks," I lied, walking away with the present in my hands.

I closed the door, stuffing Utau's present at the bottom of my laundry basket in my room, only hoping that no one was going to do the laundry today.

I made my way to my window with my father's violin on my shoulder, jumping out of it.

I hope Amu remembered my birthday.

That's all I want.

I walked over to the ol' gazebo again and took out my violin.

I admired the way it shone in the moonlight (especially now, since I just cleaned it right before I went to sleep, earlier).

I grabbed it by the neck and took out the bow.

Standing up, I slowly started to play a melody.

A melody that I created all of a sudden.

It didn't really have a meaning to me, but…

I liked it.

I enjoyed playing the violin.

It made me calm and feel at peace.

Playing the violin almost made me feel like I was in my own private paradise.

Out of nowhere, I heard footsteps, slowly coming this way.

To no surprise, Amu was the source.

And she was still in her pajamas.

How cute.

"Ikuto-koi?" She questioned.

I turned to face her, smiling.

"Hmm? Stalking me, are we?" I teased. She crossed her arms and pouted.

"Eh? No way, stupid. I just heard someone playing the violin and thought it might be you," she defended.

She looked away. I chuckled and started putting away my violin.

"So, you missed me that much, huh?"

"You wish," she said, rolling her eyes.

Actually, yes. I do wish.

After a few seconds of silence, I spoke.

"Hey, Amu-koi?"

"Hmm?" She looked at me.

"Do you know what day it is?"

Yes, I tried dropping a few hints. Didn't work, though.

"Umm… it's Tuesday, right?"

My God. What a clueless girl.

I cleaned my violin a little bit to prolong this moment.

"Have you been hanging out with Utau, lately?"

"No. Why?" So that's why…

"No reason."

Alright, I was really desperate, so I dropped an even bigger clue.

"Did Utau ever tell you when my birthday was, though?"

"," she answered, thinking. I frowned. "But Tadase-kun did. December first, rig-…"

She stopped, realizing what day it was. My frown transformed into a smirk.

"Ja ne," I said, walking away.

3… 2… 1…

"Hey, you idiot! Come back here!" She called, running after me.

I had to smile at that.

At least she cares about me.

I turned around to see her running after me.

She stopped when she was right in front of me.

"Come over to the Royal Garden, later, won't you?" She smiled, a little out of breath.

How could I turn down an invitation with a smile?

An invitation from Amu?

"Sure, but this better not be a surprise birthday party," I lied.

I actually did want a party, but not from my family.

If I were to celebrate my birthday, I wanna celebrate it with the person I love.

"Aww~! You just ruined it." She pouted again. "But please?" She begged.

"Alright, Amu. I'll come… on one condition."

"And what'd that be? This had better not be something perverted," she mumbled.

"It's not too much," I assured. I lowered my lips to her ear to whisper. "The condition is…

"…that it'll only be you and me."

She shivered, probably from being cold.

I mean, she was out in the middle of the night in only pajamas.

"F-fine," she agreed.

"Good. Now, let me take you home." I swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal style.

"J-Just be there at 1:00 PM, pervert."

When I got home, Utau was still in her party dress, practically shoving her gift in my face until I opened it.

At least I didn't regret it, though.

It was a nice glass statue of a violin and microphone with some words engraved into the bottom.

It read: Happy Birthday, Ikuto.


Just the way I like things.

I turned around so that I could see the picture on my side table.

There was a silver frame with a couple small splashes of pink and blue here and there.

It was a picture that the candy girl took at the park a few months ago.

Amu had her arms wrapped around my neck, smiling, while I tried to attack her with chocolate ice cream in my hand.

That's right; not chocolate ice cream with a cone.

Chocolate ice cream alone.

I eventually got her on the nose.

Tadase was chasing me, leaving his vanilla ice cream in the air, but Yuiki didn't 'want to let it go to waste,' so she clicked the button and hurried to save the flying cone of vanilla ice cream.

I chuckled at the memory

I looked at the clock in my bedroom.

It read 12:30 PM.

I decided that now was the time to start walking to the garden if I were to get there on time, so I did.

Getting downstairs, I saw my cake on the table, twitching at a memory.

I let my hand reach my cheek, then shook my head, continuing on my way out.

When I finally got to the garden, it was 1:03.

Alright, so I was a little late. It's not like she'll kill me.

Instead of using the door, I decided to take the roof.

Even without Yoru, I can still get from here to a tree.

I looked for the nearest tree and climbed it, making it to the very top, and then jumped into the garden through an open space.

I heard Amu humming in another part of the garden not too far from here and I chose upon staying hidden to listen to the young girl's beautiful voice.

"Come out, you pervert. I know you're here," she called out. I sighed and gladly came out of my hiding place, then tapped her shoulder. Turning around, she was startled and almost fell back, but I caught her.

"If I'm the pervert, what does that make you?"

"The victim."

"Amu, what in the world are you telling our innocent little Akari?" Ikuto had managed to sneak up on his wife, but said girl didn't jump. She was finally used to those things, much to Ikuto's demise.

"Mommy was telling me about what happened on your eighteenth birthday," Akari responded. The man glared at his wife.


"Oh, grow up, Ikuto," Amu said, rocking her daughter to sleep. "It's a funny story and definitely puts me to sleep whenever I hear it."

"Shouldn't that make it a boring story?"

"No." Amu laid the little girl on their bed and kissed her on the head.

"Then why do you fall asleep every time you hear it?"

"Because I get tired from laughing so hard at the end." Ikuto smirked.

"Why, you little-"

"Daddy?" Ikuto and Amu turned to the twins, Miki and Yoru.

"We can't sleep," announced Yoru.

"Tell us a story?" Miki suggested. Before their mother could speak, Ikuto headed towards them.

"Come one, Miki and Yoru. I have a wonderful story," Ikuto suggested. Amu scoffed.

"What story could you possibly have on me?"

"Do you two want to know what happened on your mother's 18th birthday?" Ikuto glanced at his wife whose mouth was wide open.

"Sure," Miki replied, smiling.

"Is this going to be like your 18th birthday story that mom told us last time?" Yoru, his son, asked, excited. Ikuto looked back to glare once again at his wife, but she was not there.

"Amu, where are you?" If you listened closely, you could hear Amu telling their two other daughters about Ikuto's story.

So, what did happen on Ikuto's 18th birthday?

Well, one thing's for sure.

You can't ask Ikuto.