Full Summery:

Utau sees a summer job and wants to go to the interview. Souko, being the overprotective mother that she is, won't let her go alone and forces Ikuto to tag along. Amu has been searching for a workable babysitter for her picky son. What happens when her picky, blue-haired son wants Ikuto to babysit?




I know I'm being a whorefag for making ANOTHER story, but I told Morg {mountaingirl47} that I would put it up when I got back from vacation. :D

So hurr ya goo~


"How the hell did I end up here?"

Utau shrugged. "Well, Mom didn't want me going off on my own, so she forced you to go with me." She stuck the raspberry lollipop back into her mouth.

"Dammit," I muttered as I remembered what happened about ten minutes ago.

I was thinking of something to do today when Mom's voice swam into my room.

"Ikuto! Come here for a moment!"

I stretched and got off of my bed, walking to Utau's room. Both my mother and little sister were standing and glaring at me. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah?"

"Utau saw a summer job for babysitting and she wants to go to the interview for it."


"You need to go with her."

Utau sighed deeply. "I've already tried telling her that I can walk there myself, but she's stuck to the idea that we should go together," she took out a sucker and put it in her mouth.

I raised an eyebrow. "What if I have something to do today?"

Mom's eyes narrowed. "You've been loitering around the house since spring break. The least you can do is escort your sister to her interview, you bum. Who knows, maybe you'll come back with a job yourself."

Utau giggled softly. "Like that'll happen."

I scowled at them. "Maybe I will," I challenged.

"You'll only find out if you leave, so get out of here." She shooed me out; Utau following obediently behind.

"Damn woman, she just had to get pregnant with Dad and have Utau…"

The blonde in question shot me a sharp look. I rolled my eyes.

"Do you even know where the interview's at?" I asked lazily.

She nodded, picking up the pace around a corner and stood right in front of a small apartment complex. "This is the place."

I raised an eyebrow at the street we were on. It was rather shady, so I put my guard up as Utau led the way into the apartment.

"Let's see…306, 306, 306…" She stopped at the door and gently used the copper knocker on the light grey door.

"Just a minute!" a voice called from inside. There were footsteps that trailed it, then a slightly panting girl about two years older than Utau. A smile was set on her face at the sight of us. "You two must be here for the babysitting job, correct?"

Utau nodded. The girl clapped her hands in delight and said, "Come in, come in. I'll make some tea. Oolong or chai?"

Utau smiled lightly. "Chai, please."

The girl sat us down on her small sofa in the middle of the main room. The apartment wasn't that big, now that I looked at it, but the girl didn't quite fit the image of a wealthy person. Although, she was really pretty. She had shining pink hair and golden eyes that lit up at the smallest thing. She brought out the tea set and gave us each a cup filled with the warm liquid.

"I apologize," she said, shaking her head. "I'm Hinamori Amu. You are?"

Utau's smile grew and I was amazed. I never saw the blonde get along with girls that easily. "I'm Tsukiyomi Utau and this is my older brother, Ikuto."

I nodded silently, showing that I was still there. Amu stood up.

"Excuse me for a moment, Tsukiyomi-sans."

Utau waved her hand. "No, no. Utau is fine. Same goes for Ikuto."

"I'll be right back with Yoru." Amu left the room and Utau nudged me, putting down her cup.

"Who knows, Ikuto, if you don't come back with a job, I'm sure Mom would be just fine with a girlfriend," she said, her smile widening. I blinked a few times.

"…No thanks. And what's gotten into you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow slightly. "You've never been nice to girls." I fake-gasped, a grin on my face. "Don't tell me: You're turning lesbian? Kukai's gonna be awfully disappointed…"

Her face turned red at the mentioning of her crush. "S-Shut up! I'm just saying she's nice, you're already 22 and you haven't shown any interests in girls!"

My grin fell and I put on a blank face as I leaned back while locking my hands behind my head. "That's because they all drop to their knees at the sight of me. To be honest, it's rather boring when there's no challenge."

Utau glared at me. "Who's to say she won't be different?"

I blew air out through my nose. "Because—"


"I'm not gonna like them anyways, Momma—!"


Utau glanced to me as she murmured, "It's rather boring when there's no challenge."

I glared at her as a small child with messy blue hair sulked in, a smiling Amu behind him. He sat down on the couch beside me, not looking at us at all.

Amu's eyes narrowed. "Yoru, this is Utau and Ikuto. They want to know if you'll let them be your babysitters."

I glanced up to Amu, surprised. I raised my hands in surrender. "Actually, I'm just here to escort my little sist—"

"Ugly." The little boy—Yoru—said, staring at Utau with a bored expression. I quickly turned my would-be laugh into a cough, a grin on my face.

Amu smacked Yoru on the back of his head. "Ow!" he muttered and started to rub it.

"How many times do I need to tell you to not insult them?"

It probably wasn't my place to ask, but my interest was piqued. "'Them'?" I echoed, questioning written in my tone.

"Yoru's had 37 nannies. All of them didn't work," she grinded her teeth as Yoru smirked. Then he caught sight of me. His golden eyes widened and his mouth opened a bit to form a small 'O'. He crawled over to my lap and gently tugged on my blue mess of hair. His face lit up with a smile.

"You've got blue hair too!" he said, laughing. I nodded, my lips quirking up in a grin.

"Mhm," I ruffled his longer hair as I didn't hear the conversation between my sister and Amu.


I stared at my 3-year-old son in wonderment. I snapped my attention to Utau as an idea came to my mind.

"Utau," I said quickly. "Does Ikuto do anything during the summer?"

She smirked, giggling silently. "No, why?"

I clapped my hands, catching the notice of the two bluettes. They both looked at me, questions in their eyes. I smiled. "Yoru, do you like Ikuto?"

My son caught on to what I was implying and nodded vigorously, grabbing on to Ikuto's shirt and holding tight. "Mhm!"

I turned to Ikuto, my smile growing. "Ikuto, would you do me the pleasure of being Yoru's babysitter for the duration of the summer?"