{Edit 12/6/2011; Three years after I finished this story, I'm finally ready to face it again. As of today, I will periodically update with a new, edited chapter. I would like to say that I'm only going to go through and fix grammar and spelling errors my 13 year old self made. But realistically speaking, I'm probably going to deleted some content, get ride of the overused, childish cliches, and fix some plot holes. It will keep the basic storyline. But it will be a whole new story. So to those loyal readers who kept with me through this monstrosity. This present is for you. I hope you like it. :D

As far as the authors notes go, I'll delete some and keep others. Because despite the frequent immature rabble, I was pretty damn funny at thirteen XD}

Summary: Amu is an obedient, caring girl who has a tendency for getting into trouble. Ikuto is the infamous,rebellious heir of the Easter Entertainment Industry. A story filled with murder, kidnapping, and trouble.

Shelby-Chan: Welcome to my very first fanfiction!

Ikuto: Is it Amuto?

Shelby-chan: -scoffs- Hell yeah!

Ikuto: Awesome.

Amu: -walks into room- Hey guys, what are you doing?

Ikuto: AMU! -runs and mega glomps Amu- (what you've never mega-glomped someone? Do it! For the love of all things holy! Do it now!)

Amu: -blushes- Huh! What? Ikuto! You stupid, perverted cat! Get offa me!

Shelby-chan: Ikuto, calm down and do the disclaimer.

Ikuto: -pouts as he releases Amu- Why do I have to do it?

Shelby-chan: -glares- Did you know it only takes seven pounds of pressure to rip off the human ear?

Ikuto: -gulps- Shelby-chan does not own Shugo Chara!

{Her Point Of View}

The wind billowed against the lilac drapery, making the fabric dance in the moonlight. I shivered as the cold air touched the bare skin of my neck and hands, and pulling my black-jacket closer to my body didn't help much. The cotton absorbed the chill like a sponge.

I tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of goosebumps that started to rise across my arms, but after five minutes of uselessly rubbing my arms for warmth, I finally groaned and rose from where I sat on my bed, causing the open text books bounce in the sudden change of weight, and walked to the ajar window to close it. As I closed the latch, I gazed upwards at the night sky. The stars were out tonight, which was rare when living so close to the city, but they were there, blinking dimly next to the glowing full moon. I soaked up as much of the silver light as I could before the smokey clouds crept in and covered the moon. I sigh sadly and stepped away from the window, my eyes catching the clock as I passed by my desk.

'2 in the morning already!' I thought, yawning lightly, 'Dang, I better head to bed, or I'll be a zombie at work.' With images of brain-eating homo sapiens in my mind, I tiptoed to my door and ever so quietly, pulled it open so that I wouldn't wake Mama or Papa. When I was sure that they hadn't woken up, I continued towards the bathroom.

I pushed the door open and slid my hand along the wall to find the light switch, which I flicked on once discovering it. As the room filled with light, the sight of big round yellow eyes and a disaster of pink hair greeted me in the oval-shaped mirror. I ran my hand through said hair and sighed for the second time that night. Everyone who I met always said my hair was original or cool. I on the other hand, found it awkward and troublesome. Mama and Papa had cooed and told me that I was lucky for it to be natural, but I personally blame genetics. Now, I could have had honey blond hair like Papa, or my little sister Ami or light brown like Mama, but no, I had to have pink.

How in God's name do you get pink from blonde and brown?

Plus, pink being the color that it is, is possibly the worst color to have when your shy. I can't blend into the crowd with this mop of hair that looks like I had an unfortunate run-in with a jigglypuff! Nothing says, "Amu is here, stare at her." better than pink hair.

But getting back to the matter at hand, I quickly adverted my eyes from the mirror, and speed brushed my teeth, before shutting off the light and shuffled my way back towards my bedroom.

Next thing I knew my face was flat on the floor, throbbing where I knocked my nose on the wood, 'Oww, what the heck did I trip on?' I blindingly searched the floor around me until I located the culprit of my fall. One of Ami's toys, glaring at the doll, I tossed it through my sister's threshold and limped back to the safety of my room. Once inside, I collapsed onto my bed, ignoring the pencil poking into my side and sighed, 'This is what I get for trying to study.' Rolling over, I reached out and turned the lamp off, shimmied my way under my blankets and waited for sleep to come.

{Their Point Of View}

Sneaking out at three in the morning should have set off some sort of alarm in the mind of Ikuto Tsukiyomi, especially since he was just recovering from a nasty cold a few days prior, but being him with his penchant for stupidity, he used his uncanny ability to silence the sirens blaring in his head.

Glancing over his shoulder in case his sister decided to make a surprise visit as she was so prone to doing at unexpected times, Ikuto leaped out of his second story window, his long, lanky arms snatching the low hanging branch of a oak tree growing just outside the mansion wall. Ikuto quickly dropped to the ground below, immediately jumping into a run the second his feet touched the grass.

'He has the guards on duty?' He noted as he passed behind a dazed man who was absentmindedly swinging the flashlight in his hand back and forth along the lawn, 'I'm crushed by the lack of trust this family has in me.' He paused as he hit the large, gray-stoned wall that boxed in the disgustingly huge house. He took a few steps backwards, glancing side to side to make sure no one had spotted him, before he dashed towards the wall and used his unnatural cat-like abilities that had been with him since childhood to catapult himself over the top and onto the sidewalk below. He gives a dramatic gesture with his hands, bowing to a unseen audience, '...and he sticks the landing!'

Ikuto shoved his hands deep into the pocket of his dirty dark-wash jeans as he meandered down the sidewalk. The best thing about the way Ikuto Tsukiyomi walked was that he could disappear from reality for a little while. He didn't notice when multimillion dollar mansions shifted into the downtown lights and shops, or even when he entered residential area on the other side of town. Middle-class cookie cutter homes dotted the sides of the roads as he wandered. Despite their small size, he found a strange comfort in a house that you could actually hear and see the other people living with you and not get lost while trying to find the kitchen.

It happened to him once, alright?

He eventually came upon a small park nestled between the intersection of two streets. It was small with only a basketball court and a few benches scatter here and there. But there was a clear shot of the sky from where he stood. He, as previously assumed, was not a normal teenage boy, so forgoing the bench, he scampered up a nearby tree and made himself comfortable in the branches.

Perhaps he spaced, or even fell asleep, but in an undetermined amount of time, rainy clouds began to roll in, creeping up over the unsuspecting victim. The next thing he knew, a rain drop splattered against the space between his eyebrows, his eyelids shot up, a curse worming its way out of his mouth as another drop of liquid hit his cheek and then another and another. He hopped down to the ground as the sky began to sob. His clothes were soaked immediately as he sprinted out of the park and down the street.

The thing about the way he walked was, when he didn't need to be somewhere it took no time to get where he was going, when he needed to be somewhere, time seemed to halt.

His head felt heavy and he vaguely wondered how long he had sat in the tree. Because he felt kinda like he did when he was stuck in bed for a week with the flu. Foggy thoughts and burning skin and all. He didn't realize he had slowed to a snail's pace, or even when his knees hit the ground and he passed out in front of a certain pink-haired girl's house.

And so the story begins...

Shelby-chan: Alright I'm done: -gets up and makes herself a smoothie-

Ikuto: Cliffhanger!

Shelby-chan: And your point is….?

Ikuto: What the hell happens to me!

Shelby-chan/Amu: You die.

Ikuto: O.O -passes out-

Shelby-chan:-takes a sip of her smoothie- You'd think he could take a joke (if he really did die Ikuto fangirls would murder me-.-)

Amu: Yeah. So...now what?

Shelby-chan: Would you do the honors?

Amu: Be glad to. Please Read &Review!

{If you do happen to click the next button, be sure to look for this- Edited* X/X/11, this means that the chapter has been redone. I warn you not to read onward because the quality diminishes greatly.)