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Hey, everyone. Destiny here. You can just call me that or Tsuki's Angel or whatever you want. Anyways, I know I have three other stories out, but I seriously wanted to get this idea down and going. I thought it was pretty cute. I remembered reading Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys and immediately thought of this story. Note: This story is not going to be the same as that book. It just has a couple of themes from it. So, yeah, that's all I have to say in this Author's Note, except for that Utau is not Ikuto's sister, or in any way related to him, Amu is an only child, which means no Ami, and there are no Charas. If I do add the Charas, they will be human. This story takes place in America, not Japan. Full-blown AMUTO, okay?

Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara! or anything else.

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Complicated

By Tsuki's Angel

~Chapter One~

-Moving In-

~Amu~

I shut the fridge door with my foot, holding the can of pop in one hand and brushing my pink locks out of my eyes with the other. I trudged back downstairs into the basement where I was watching a movie. Right now, I was wearing my pink and red plaid pajama pants and my grey sweatshirt with HARVARD UNIVERSITY written across it in white. My hair was tied up into a messy bun, with some of my hair sticking out. I plopped down onto the leather couch, and slumped down onto the pillow. I was watching 17 Again. I sighed. Zac Efron was attractive, but too bad he was one of those egotistical freaks who only cared about themselves. I sat up and opened my can of Pepsi and took a sip.

That's when my mom walked down the stairs. My father died when I was only five. He was a wildlife photographer, and he had to go to Africa…and that's the last I heard of him. You get it. Anyways, Mom probably needed to get something and then leave after that, but…she didn't leave. She walked until she was standing in front of the television screen, blocking my view.

"Hey, you're blocking the screen," I complained. I looked up at her face. She looked serious.

"Honey, we need to talk," Mom said, sitting down in the seat next to me. I listened.

"What is it, Mom?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. She sighed, obviously not wanting to speak.

"You love me, right?" she asked.

"Of course I do," I replied, skeptical. Is this what she wanted to ask? Seriously?

"And you know how much I love my job, right?" she pressed. I nodded slowly, fearing that I knew where this conversation was going.

"Mom…what is it? Tell me," I said. There was a short, awkward silence.

"We're moving to Japan," she said. She must've seen the expression on my face. Then she quickly added, "It's only for a couple of years, though! We will be back in America, I promise."

"What?" I asked. My voice sounded far away.

My mother, Midori Hinamori, has a job that requires her to move around a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. Like just last year, we had to move from our home in New York to here, in California. At one point in my life, I lived in Switzerland, and at another, Brazil. I actually like it here in California! I've been here for three whole years! That's the longest we've stayed in one place! I actually had friends here! Anna, Nina, Yaya, and Miyu! They were all my best friends! To top it all off, I had a boyfriend. Tadase would be crushed if I left him. I was not going to do this! I haven't even kissed him yet! And Japan on top of that! Even if we had to move, I absolutely do not want to move to Japan for who knows how many years!

"I was thinking you should start packing your bags because we leave this Saturday and I—" she started.

"No," I blurted. My mom stopped talking and looked at me with a shocked expression.

"Come again?" she asked. I sighed and took a deep breath.

"I'm not going, Mom," I said. "I like it here. I have friends, a boyfriend, and I'm in my junior year in high school. Mom, I'm sixteen. I don't want to keep making new friends every time you get transferred."

I waited for her to answer to my little speech. She bit her lip, and then smiled. Wait, what? Smiled?!

"I knew you were going to rebel against me one of these days," she laughed. "Well, luckily I've gotten an alternative."

"…What is it?" I asked, still trying to cling to a bit of hope.

"Well, I certainly will not leave you all alone, so I called an old friend of mine and she said she will let you stay at her place," she stated, kind of slowly. I wonder who…?

"Who? Which one of your friends?" I asked. She looked hesitant. How bad can it be?

"Souko and Aruto Tsukiyomi," she replied. My jaw dropped. She has got to be kidding me. The last time I was there, was ten years ago when I was six. They had six little boys when I went there, and about two years later they had another. That means seven boys.

"B-but they live in Florida!" I said.

"Well, it's either that or you can come and live in Japan with me," she said. I honestly thought about Japan for a second there, but then I let it go, because I do not want to learn another language and I don't want to move out of the country. Then my only other choice was the Tsukiyomi's… I guess it would be okay. I wouldn't have to make any new friends…maybe they would be much more mature and guide me around the school there… maybe…just maybe…I could.

"U-um, I guess moving in with the Tsukiyomi's won't be too bad…" I mumbled after a very long pause. Mom smiled, obviously happy that I didn't insist on her buying me an apartment here. She gave me a hug.

-Airport: Departure to Florida-

"Are you sure you want to do this, Amu?" my mother asked me for the millionth time.

"Yes, Mom. I thought this over and I would just be a nuisance to you in Japan, anyways. You are busy all the time and you don't need to waste time taking care of me," I replied.

"I'll always have time to take care of you, Amu," she said.

"I know, but you should use the time to rest," I replied. I felt a sudden twinge of worry. Was I really going to leave my harebrained mother to fend for herself? What if she fell out of the window? Or what if her car exploded on the way to the airport in Chicago? I tried to calm myself down. She was a grown woman. She would be fine.

"Flight 243 to Florida will be departing shortly. Please aboard the plane now. Thank you." the intercom said. I breathed out.

"That's my cue," I said. She sniffed.

"Amu! I'm going to miss you so much!" she wailed, hugging me. Was she really an adult? She seems like a child. She pulled back to show me that she was crying.

"Mom, don't cry," I said. She wiped away the tear that slipped. She nodded. Something possessed me and I ran over to her into a hug. I was going to miss her. I would no longer have anyone to say 'Everything's going to be okay'. She was always my friend when I needed one, and now I won't have her when I needed her the most, but I'm not going to turn back on my decision now.

"Bye, Amu," she said, pulling back, and kissing me on the forehead and cheeks. She pushed the hair out of my eyes.

"Bye, Mom," I said.

Then I turned and walked into the tunnel that led to the plane, whatever that was called. I walked into the plane and sat down in my designated seat, which luckily was not next to someone creepy or gross. I was sitting next to a middle-aged woman wearing a business suit. She looked so professional compared to my black shorts, hot pink halter top, and black Converse. On top of that, I had my pink hair, which reached a bit past my shoulder blades, in a high ponytail, and black sunglasses perched on my head.

This was going to be a long ride.

-Airport: Arrival in Florida-

I sat down in a nearby seat, drinking the iced tea I bought. I waited to be picked up by Souko. I called her that because she refused it when I called her Mrs. Tsukiyomi. She was kind of strange, but perfectly suited to be my mother's best friend for life. If only I could find a friend like that. I took another sip when I felt warm hands cover my eyes.

"Guess who?" a voice asked. I rolled my eyes—hypothetically, of course.

"I know it's you, Souko," I said. She laughed, and I got up, with her giving me a tight hug.

"Can't…breathe…" I gasped. She let go, and laughed again.

"I missed you, hun. You look so grown-up and cute! I can't wait to make you over! Anyways, how've you been?" she asked.

"Great. I actually got a boyfriend, like you said," I said, giggling a bit myself.

"Really?! Who is he? What's his name?!" she asked. I started laughing.

"I'll tell you on the way to the house," I said, getting my stuff and walking out of the airport.

We got into the black Hummer. I was actually kind of scared. It was really big. At times like these, I wish I had my yellow Lamborghini that I got for my sweet sixteen from my mother. My stuff was in the trunk and we were talking aimlessly while she was driving.

"His name is Tadase Hotori. He's a senior, 17 years old. He's going to turn 18 March 29th," I said.

"Sounds wonderful! My oldest son is about that age. He turns 18 this December, though," Souko said. "He sounds like some guy if he's willing to hold up a long distance relationship."

"Yeah…I'm just lucky, I guess," I replied, blowing a bubble with my gum.

I still couldn't believe Tadase was okay with this. He was the captain of the football team and he was extremely popular. On top of that, he was a wonderful boyfriend. At first, I was afraid he was going to cheat on me while I was gone, but then I felt guilty for even thinking that.

We've been talking for the whole ride. We should be getting to the house soon. That's when I saw her turn on a street.

"We're here," she said. I took a deep breath, and opened the door. It was sunny. I put my huge black sunglasses on over my eyes.

I came into view with a humungous house. It was huge. Well, I guess you need a big house when you have nine, well now ten, people living in one house. Not to mention, most of them were teenage boys. Then I heard yelling. I turned to see the Tsukiyomi boys in the front yard, playing football with their father, Aruto. My jaw dropped. They were no longer the sticky, popsicle-loving runts I once knew. No, these boys were touched by the Abercrombie gods.

I watched them as they threw around the brown, odd-shaped ball. They were playing shirts and skins. Shirts and seriously fine skins. One of the older ones with shaggy brown hair and emerald green eyes got a hold of the ball and ran, laughing along the way, while another chased him. The other one, who was by the way, on the skins, had messy midnight blue hair. He was wearing worn out jeans and looked incredibly gorgeous. He had six pack abs that were glistening with sweat, and the perfect face, along with everything else about him. He was just Mr. Perfect, wasn't he? The guy with brown hair made a point apparently, and he thrusts his arms up into the air, whooping in triumph. He patted the other with blue hair on the back. Then he caught sight of me, and pointed over to the Hummer. He turned his head to look at me. I gasped, and looked away, blushing.

"This is it," Souko said, killing the engine. "Um, Amu?"

He smirked at me. My eyes widened and I blushed…again.

"Amu? Amu, are you sick?"

Someone poked my arm.

"Oh! Oh, it's you," I said. Souko looked amused. I felt extremely embarrassed.

"You'll have your own room. I put two locks on it, but they'll find a way to get to you anyways," she said.

"Uh…really?" I asked kind of scared.

"Don't worry. I told them to be on their best behavior or I'll whoop 'em all," she laughed. I giggled along with her. I looked around to see Mr. Perfect walking towards me. My breathing hitched.

"Amu Hinamori, is that you?" asked a deep voice. I turned to see who it was. Aruto Tsukiyomi.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Tsukiyomi. How're you?" I asked.

"I told you to call me Aruto," he said, his tone changing. I sighed. What was wrong with this family?

"Sorry, um…Aruto…" I said. It was awkward calling him that. Not so much for Souko, though. I wonder why. Maybe because we're both females? Anyways, Aruto started to laugh.

"I'm doing fine. Nice to see you, Amu," he said. I smiled. He gave me a hug. "Last time I saw you, you were always lugging around that stuffed animal. What was it? A blue cat? And what was its name?"

The boys were snickering. I blushed. This could not be happening to me.

"Um…I don't remember," I said, trying not to staple his mouth shut.

"Of course you do! You wouldn't let go of that thing if your life depended on it! What was it? Inky? Coco?" he said.

"Aruto…" Souko warned.

"I seriously don't remember," I said, keeping on a Cool&Spicy attitude. Everyone was staring.

"Binky? Was it that? Nah I didn't think so, either. Let's see…Boogie? Be—" he said.

"Iku," I blurted.

The laughter was deafening.

"Iku! That's it! Do you still have it?" he asked.

"Why would I?" I lied. Iku was safely at the bottom of my suitcase.

"Okay, that's enough," Souko said. I loved that woman.

I walked on over to the trunk of the Hummer to get my stuff. Aruto stopped me.

"Don't even worry. I'll take care of it," he said. I smiled and nodded.

"Boys! Come and introduce yourself!" Souko yelled. The boys groaned and gathered up around me. I immediately felt claustrophobic. They were all really good-looking. I decided to fix my hair. It must be a wreck after that flight. The problem was that whenever I moved, my halter top rode up, so when I stretched up to fix my hair…well, you get it. I took the hair tie out of my hair and held it in my mouth. I fixed my hair, and as I did, several pairs of eyes darted to my bare tummy. A couple of them whistled. I scowled. Perverts. I finished doing my hair, and then fixed my shirt.

"Amu Hinamori. Nice to meet 'cha," I said, placing a hand on my hip and leaning on one foot. I tilted my head to one side and blew a bubble with my gum. It made a loud popping sound. "You?"

A couple of them raised their eyebrows, and others grinned wolfishly.

"Kukai," the one with the brown hair earlier said. I looked at him. He was cute. He must be an athlete. I'm pretty sure he loves a sport…what was it? Soccer? "You're in my grade, I think. Junior?"

"Yup," I said, popping the 'P'.

"Daichi," a boy with the same brown hair and green eyes said. He smiled at me. "This idiot here forgot to mention that I was his twin."

"Oh yeah…I remember. You guys were the troublesome twins," I said. Kukai pouted.

"That's not cool," he teased. I rolled my eyes through my sunglasses.

"Whatever," I said.

"Kairi," said a boy with green hair. He looked civilized. He was wearing glasses and I'm guessing he's the one that likes to read and is pretty quiet in the group. He was in college, now, I believe. "The pleasure is mine."

"Hey, Kairi," I replied.

"Nagihiko," said a guy with long purple hair. I kept thinking that he should really get it cut. He seemed very kind and caring. I think he's a sophomore now. "Hey, Amu."

"Hey," I said.

"Kiseki," said another with blonde hair. He reminded me of Tadase. My eyes softened at him. He looked like he should be around in the sixth grade. He looked at me lazily. I didn't say anything to him. He was being stubborn, I guess.

There was one last guy that wasn't introduced. He had midnight blue hair and golden eyes, and looked around to be the age of four. He was so cute, hiding behind Kukai's leg like that.

"Oi! Get off me," Kukai said, trying to shove the little boy off.

"This is Yoru," Nagihiko said, picking up the little kid. I wanted to squeal and hug him. He was so cute. His face was turning a light shade of pink. He hid his face.

"Aw, he's adorable," I said, walking over to Nagihiko. Yoru snuck a peek at me, and then turned his head to face me. He looked at me. "Can I hold him?"

"You can try," Nagihiko said. Nagihiko handed him to me. I held him in my arms. He turned his little face up to mine and touched my cheek. He then gave me a hug.

"Well, it seems Yoru likes you. That's a first. He usually hates being held by anyone but us," a voice said. I turned to look to see who it was. It was Mr. Perfect.

"And you are…?" I asked. He raised his eyebrows.

"I am Ikuto," he said, smirking. My jaw dropped. No way. This was Ikuto?! This was the teasing, miniature, demon I knew when I was little?! The little fiend who stole my first kiss?! What happened to him?! I gave Yoru back to Nagihiko.

"You're Ikuto?" I said.

"Yes. I believe you hit me over the head with a bat before," he said, smirking. I blushed. He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I believe you hung me from a tree first," I replied, coolly. "I simply did what you deserved."

"Huh. I never thought I deserved that concussion," he said. I shrugged.

"I don't care," I said.

"That's not nice," he said. "Now where's my hug?"

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You gave Yoru a hug," he said. I laughed.

"Well…he's cute," I said. Everyone snickered. I removed the glasses from over my eyes and positioned them on my head.

"Oh really?" he said. I shrugged and nodded. Little did he know that Souko was standing right behind him.

"Ikuto, I hope you know she's taken," Souko said, playing an amused smile on her lips. Ikuto turned around to face his mother and then turned back to me. He smirked.

"Who's the unfortunate fellow?" Ikuto said. Souko smacked the back of his head.

"You, young man, are rude," Souko scolded. Ikuto grumbled.

"Fine. Who is this…lucky gentleman?" Ikuto said, obviously not happy. I started laughing.

"Um, as if I'd tell you," I said, walking past him. Souko motioned me to the house. I started to walk with her into the residence, ignoring the stares I was receiving from the seven Tsukiyomi boys and I completely overlooked the gaping mouth of Ikuto Tsukiyomi.

Souko showed me to my room, which was on the top floor. It was a pretty big room and it also had a balcony. Talk about the welcome wagon. There were also two huge windows on either side of the balcony doors. The windows and the balcony doors had white, flowing curtains and the bed spread on the king-sized bed was snow white. The room was beautiful. It was fit for a princess.

"Is…this my room?" I whispered in awe.

"Yes. I'm sorry I couldn't get you anything bigger. Ikuto refused to give up his room—" she said.

"Shh! Don't knock my room!" I said. I walked over to the bed and sat down. The bed sheets smelled like the febreeze stuff you spray. I loved it.

"Your bags are in your closet," she said, leaning on the doorframe. "I'm guessing you love it?"

"Yes! I love it! Thank you, Souko!" I said, running over to give her a hug. She returned it.

"Yes, now I noticed you only had a couple of bags. Do you need to go shopping? I could take you anytime, you know. We could go to the spa and everything," she said.

Wow, I thought. She's really wants some female alone time. I feel sorry for her being the only woman in the house.

"I'd be happy to go!" I said. Her face lit up with a huge smile.

"Wonderful!" she said. "I'll be downstairs. Dinner will be ready in an hour or so."

I nodded and she left. I sighed and ran over to the bed, jumping down onto it. It was so comfortable.

"I see you like your new room," said a masculine voice. I got up, swung my legs so that they were dangling off the edge of the bed, and looked towards the door.

Ikuto.

"Yeah. So?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He walked over to me and stood directly in front of me, his legs brushing against my knees.

"You're pretty cute when you blush, y'know that?" he said, leaning his face towards mine. I blushed.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" I said, pushing him away. I puffed my cheeks, and looked away.

"I think you do," he smirked. Then he simply walked away. I put my hand to my cheek. It was hot.

Ugh! Why? Why me? Why did I blush when he did that?! Oh my gosh, what if Tadase saw me do that? He would break up with me for sure! I have to avoid that perverted freak!

Ack. My life has just gotten so much more complicated.

Done. How'd ya like it? Sorry if it was too long, or too short. Any questions? PM me or ask me in your review!!!

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