Notes & Warnings:

I'm not really into "smut", but SOMEONE requested that I try it for this chapter. Not pointing fingers or anything but... *glares at a certain eighth grader* It's all kissing, but it's detailed so if you don't wish to read it, please skip to the bolded word "Next day: AMU'S POV". Unless you guys request it, I'm NEVER going to write smut again. (Good thing I'm bad at it, so preetty much 0% chance of being requested.)

Thank you.


Ikuto: Writing-Desk does not own Shugo Chara. If she did, all heck would break loose.

WD: THAT'S RIGHT. AND DON'T CHU FORGET IT.


AMU'S POV:

Okay, I'm not going to lie.

After Ikuto kissed me, I felt as if I was about to pass out.

Isn't love beautiful?

He clasped my neck and pulled me closer.

I didn't fight and clutched his shirt, tilting my head this way and that to get a better angle at him.

His breath was hot and his touch warm against the night.

I twirled my fingers around his soft hair, as he softly massaged my back.

I moaned, when he moved his lips down to my neck.

After a long period of touching and kissing, we pulled away for a moment to breath, and I stared at Ikuto.

He had a hungry look in his eyes, watching my every movement.

His breathing was harsh and raggedy.

Ikuto reached for me again, and I didn't protest.

His arms was around my waist, and my arms had found their way to his hair again.

His arm went under my shirt and slid up my back slowly, tracing circles.

I shivered, but couldn't speak, because his lips mashed mine.

My freaking tongue had a mind of its own,

pushing and licking his lips, and he groaned contentedly in appreciation.

It felt amazing.

Soon, we slowed, and though the intensity was still there, the hungry passion left us, and we were kissing softly and sweetly.

He pulled away and smirked.

"Where did you learn that, you pervert?" he teased.

I blushed.

"Isn't that MY line?"

He kissed my cheek.

"Maybe."

He stood up.

"Where the heck do you think you're going?" I asked, feeling a little it too hot and sweaty for my own good.

"I think that's enough for one night." he chuckled.

"After all, you're still a minor."

"WHAT?"

He chuckled again.

I glared at him.

He smirked.

"I'll be back tomorrow night." he promised.

"Whatever."

He leaped off the balcony, and I stared after him.

It was cold without Ikuto, being so weirdly used to his body temperature now.

One thing was for sure, I could not WAIT for tomorrow.


THE NEXT DAY: AMU'S POV

I struggled to remember the quadratic formula.

ax2 + bx + c = 0

So x was...

I thought hard, but my mind wasn't it's best today, (thanks to a certain cat man).

But truthfully, even on good days, I struggled with problem like these.

I pulled at my hair.

What the heck did all these numbers add up to?

It wasn't as if algebra was going to solve all our problems!

"b2-4ac0... x= two complex number roots" Rima rolled off a few seats away.

...

Smarty pants.

"Can you help me with my homework?"

"No."

I groaned.

"Pleeee-"

"I'm busy with Nagihiko."

Nagi flushed red.

"It's not like that. We're uhm. just... you know. and we were going to ask you to come. but... we didn't want to distract you from your... studies. " he rambled.

Rima rolled her eyes.

"So you're dating now! FINALLY!" laughed a loud Kukai.

He had appeared from the door way and walked in.

A few girls and guys stared at him with naked admiration.

A sacred older sempai had appeared in their midst! (A/N: Sorry, been watching WAY too many Pokemon commercials on TV.)

He came over to patted Nagi on the back and grinned.

"Have you gotten to 2nd base yet?"

Silence.

That perverted idiot.

Nagihiko grabbed the nearest desk.

"What.

Did.

You.

Say?"

Kukai edged to the door, but continued to smile.

"No need to be shy about it! Though I thought you'd be more gentlemanly."

I laughed.

"Well, I won't bother you with useless homework... on your date."

Rima threw daggers at me.

I grinned.

I was getting antsy anyways.

Ikuto had promised to be at my room tonight.

I tried not to blush thinking about it.

Tadase, who was in a different class, joined us.

He tried to calm the angry Naghiko, and at the same time, lecture The Idiot.

Tadase laughed though, and managed to congratulate the new couple.

The purple haired boy stopped trying to smash Kukai with a desk, and blushed along with the usally cool, confident Rima.

(Who was currently balling up like a tomato.)

Rima's fan club glared at us from a comfortable distance.

After 5 minutes of this, I decided it was time for me to go home, and packed up my things.

I had almost made it out of the doorway, when Tadase came up to me.

"I'd like to walk you home." he smiled.

I hesitated.

Tadase and I were still friends.

I couldn't let some dying crush ruin that.

Right?

"Sure, I'd like that."

He smiled innocently and we walked side by side, almost brushing each other.

We filled the silence with small talk, from school to work and to everything else.

What we didn't talk about was Ikuto, and for that, I was relieved.

I stopped in front of my house.

"Here's my stop, Tadase-kun."

He smiled sweetly at me.

"Good bye, A... Amu- C-chan."

I squirmed.

"Ah, thank you for walking me."

He leaned over and pecked me on the cheek.

Eh..?

Eh?

EH?

Tadase smiled as if he hadn't just kissed my cheek.

I blushed red.

"Wha- what, I mean, what?"

He laughed sweetly.

"Please forgive me, Amu-chan, consider it as my consolation prize."

He walked away.

But then turned his head for a moment and called back to me.

"Please give my greetings to Ikuto."

His eyes were deep, like a child's who had just lost a someone important to them.

Sad.

Lonely.

Wistful, even.

"How did you kn-" I started

He turned away again, and disappeared around the corner.

I stared at the corner for awhile.

Consolation prize, huh?

I sighed.

So he knew.

I shook my head and walked inside my house.

I put my coat on the rack and streched.

I really should get started on that homework.

"Welcome home, Amu-chan."

I knew that voice.

I turned.

The brunette that hung around Ikuto.

Mimi.

In my house.

Sitting on my sofa like she owned it.

Smirking at me.

I stared at her in horror.

"Hm, Amu? Do you already know Mimi-san?"

I turned to my mother.

"What is she doing here?" I asked much more calmly than I felt.

She set down the tea set on the coffee table.

"Oh, she's your new tutor."

"Tutor?" my face paled.

Mimi smiled sweetly.

"Lets get started shall we?"