Cali: EHHHHHHHH SECOND FANFIC! WHOOP WHOOP!
Ikuto: Well isn't someone high...
Cali: YUP I JUST HAD A LOT OF SUGARRRRRRR!
Amu: Don't worry, it'll probably wear off by the end of this chapter.
Cali: TIME TO GET ROLLIN' WITH THE CAPPIE! I DON'T OWN SHUGO CHARA OR ELSE EVERYONE WOULD BE HIGHHHHHH!
Ikuto: Oh lord help us...
Meet Tsukiyomi Ikuto. Biggest player you would ever meet. Daily routine: Brings girls into his dorm room and...does things. *cough cough* Anyways, on with the summary. Now meet Hinamori Amu. Outside character: Cool, tough, unaffected by pervertness. (Sucks for you, Ikuto) Inside character, not so much. Shy, lonely girl who only wants for her friends and family to be happy. When the two meet, a string snaps. Ikuto, being the playboy he is, tries miserably to seduce the tough girl. Amu, on the other hand, ignores him and plays around herself. Will Ikuto be able to get Amu to love him? Or will Amu win and play him instead? Kutau, Rimahiko, Amuto, and Amu-and whatever guys she plays with. Rated T for language. It might seem like a 'M' one just without the lemons...I think those are just plain nasty...
The midnight-haired teen walks coolly down the halls he 'owns'. Fangirls sigh and fan themselves at the sight of the hottie. He shoves his hands into his pockets as he strolls down to his next class.
The classroom door opens.
"Ah, Tsukiyomi-san. Come in. Welcome to history class." The teacher beamed brightly at the bored teen.
The teen just rolls his eyes.
Another class to snooze in. Whoopie. He thinks to himself sarcastically.
He takes an empty seat in front of a cute pinkette who was totally unaware of his presence. He decided to play around with her.
Maybe this class won't be so bad after all. He thinks, smirking.
"Hey cutie, wanna hang out at my dorm today?" I whisper in her ear seductively.
She was unaffected, much to my surprise. I had expected her to jump up blushing and say something like 'Ahh you perv!'.
But instead she just said, "No thanks, as great as that sounds, I actually have a life. Unlike you." She says sarcastically, rolling her eyes to look at me.
"Hmm, feisty. Ikuto likes." I purred, licking my lips.
"Great. But at least try to pay attention in Language Arts. Who speaks in 3rd person?" She scoffed.
I was just about to make another smart and perverted comment when the teacher interrupted.
"Tsukiyomi-san, please go back to your seat. Class is now starting."
I sighed and leaned away from the pinkette. I walked past a girl on the way to my chair and slapped her butt. She jumped and blushed. I slipped her a note that said 'Call me.' She giggled.
"Now class, we have a mixture of freshmen and sophomores this year. So freshmen, would you please stand up and introduce yourselves. The chair behind me scraped nosily on the floor as an annoyed sigh reached my ears. I smirked and turned around.
"You in the back with the pink hair. You can start." The sensei said, pointing at Amu.
"Hey. Name's Hinamori Amu. Don't wanna be here, so don't make it any worse for me." She said, one hand on her hip.
Murmurs spread around the room. The boys were especially loud.
"Dude, she's freakin' hot. Let's just hope she's not one of those hookers who will fuck with Tsukiyomi." One said.
I glared at them.
"I'm totally gonna ask her out later." Another spoke out.
Amu heard these comments and sighed, plopping herself down. She looked at me with raised eyebrows.
"Fucks with hooker, eh? Seems like someones a desperate man whore." She teased.
I smirked and said, "Now now, no need to admit that you're a hooker and wants to fuck with this beauty." I gestured towards my body.
She rolled her eyes.
"More like the beast..." She muttered loud enough for me and several others to hear.
Luckily, no one payed attention. I clenched my fists as the rest of the freshmen introduced themselves and sensei began teaching.
I'm gonna get you, Hinamori Amu. Soon you'll be begging to be in bed with me. I thought with my signature smirk.
Stupid boy, thinks he can just meet me for a few minutes then get into my pants. Who does he think he is? Then again, I don't blame him. I tried that with a few boys of my own. So what, that's what a playgirl does.
Amu, get a hold of yourself. You should really stop this 'playing' thing. My inside character scolded.
It was true. I've been gaining money by...let's just say something rated R. But hey, a load of cash for just that? Okay, it's not that great.
That boy Ikuto, was something. I mean, he was pretty hot but just that damn smirk of his drives me crazy. I just want to slap some sense into that boy. A note was tossed back at me. I caught it lazily and unfolded it.
'Hey babe, think about that offer, 'kay?' Damn that boy.
'Just fuck off and let me concentrate.' I scribbled back, throwing it with all my might at his head.
He winced as the note met its target. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he unfolded his note and as his smirked turned into a frown. He turned to me and pouted. I pretended not to notice. I sighed. My outside character was wearing me again. I sighed and looked out the window, watching clouds pass. Hey, it's better than being in this dump they call a school. A shadow landed on me. I looked up and saw my sensei.
"Yes sensei?" I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes as I put on my flirty facade.
The sensei was taken back.
"U-uh...just pay attention next time, okay?" He stuttered.
"Of course, sensei. Anything for you." I smiled, beaming.
He stumbled back to his desk. A rouse of murmurs came up.
"Dang, that chick has got some skills...totally hot." A boy said.
"Did you see her? Can't believe her." A girl said, obviously jealous.
I rolled my eyes. I'm so tired of this. And the first day? God I need a break.
"Sensei? May I use the bathroom?" I asked.
"U-um sure Himamori-san!" The teacher said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Hinamori to you." I grumbled.
"Y-yea. Deepest apologies." The teacher said, embarrassed.
I got up and past Ikuto. I flicked his head and stuck my tongue out at him. He smirked and tried putting his hand up my skirt but I just turned and bit it. He cursed, holding his hand. I smirked and flipped my hair and walked out just in time to hear a familiar husky, but annoying voice asking to get water.
Ug, what does that damn idiot want now? I hissed in my head.
I can't believe that girl. She bit me? Really? No girl dares do that. Right when she walked out. I excused myself to 'get some water'. Psh, yea. Have you seen their water? Or tasted it? It's vile down your throat. Besides, she bit me so she is SO going to get it. I got out just in time to see her turn into a corner. I smirked. I took the shortcut. Since I knew the school pretty well. Well, better than her, anyway. I heard the clicking of heels coming towards where I was hiding and I jumped out at the sound. The victim looked up, annoyed.
"What the fuck do you want now?" She spat.
"Ah tsk tsk. Little girls like you can't use that vocabulary." I said, shaking my head disapprovingly.
"Speak for yourself. Still trying to scare people? Lame." She said, brushing me off and walking away.
I grabbed her hand. She whipped around and glared at me.
"Why can't you just go fuck a hooker or something? God dammit!" She threw her hands up in disgust.
"'Cause I want you." I whispered in her ear.
"I'd love to sleep with you, but my favorite commercial is on TV right now." She whispered seductively before leaning back to stomp at my foot.
I groaned in agony and clutched my foot, hoping around.
"So I'm guessing you're not coming?" I said stupidly.
"If ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person alive." She smiled fakely before storming away to the girl's restroom.
She knows my weak spot now. Great...
"Hey yo, Tsukiyomi!" A familiar voice yelled.
I winced at the sound. This could only mean one thing. Kukai.
I greeted my bud Ikuto and slapped him on the shoulder. I was close to him since I was dating his sister, Utau. But then I forgot of what I was going to tell him and thought about my blondie and our competitions. Lemme tell ya, that girl can EAT. I mean, 10 bowls of the spiciest ramen? Dang...
"Yo. Earth to Kukai, the dumb-ass." Ikuto waved his hand in front of my face.
I whipped my head back.
"Hmm, said the player." I retorted.
"Now what do you want?" He asked, clearly annoyed.
"Have you seen that pinkette? Dang she is finneee." I said, returning the smirk.
"Utau remember?" Ikuto reminded me. "And yes, she's hard to get."
I mentally slapped myself for forgetting I had a girlfriend. I'm like that. I think I have ADHD...
"I'll bet. Heard she was the middle school's play girl. You better watch out if you want to keep your place as the player of this high school." I warned him.
He smirked and said, "Don't worry. Just wait 'till I get her in bed with me."
I rolled my eyes. Classic Ikuto.
"I also heard she gets loads of cash for fucking boys." I shrugged, not thinking her would care or anything.
Boy was I wrong.
"WHAT?" He yelled, his eyes widening. "She's...she's like a prostitute?"
"Dude, this is a school hallway. Not a bar. You can't just go yelling stuff like 'prostitute' around here." I hissed quietly.
"Dang it. I wanted to take her virginity..." He whined.
I punched him. Hard.
"For once in you life. DON'T tell me these things."
He socked me in the stomach.
"Get used to it."
Cali: Soooo...how was it?
Ikuto: Good, your sugar wore off.
Cali: That wore off yesterday, smart-ass.
Amu: WHY DO I HAVE TO BE A PLAYGIRL? Oh well, at least I'm not affected by Ikuto's pervertness...
Ikuto: That's only in the story, babe. Not real life.
Ikuto: Told ya.
Cali: REVIEW! It makes the world go round...*in a daze...*
Ikuto: Yup, let's go. *drags Amu away*