Okay, so this was a story that I actually wrote quite a while ago and then forgot about... I was going through all the random stuff on my computer and found it. Lol. And then I had to read it all over because I'd forgotten what I'd written. Heh. So, anyways, hope you guys enjoy it! There's only two parts though. This one, and one more (which will be posted very soon as It's almost done).

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"Mama, I really don't need a babysitter, I'll be fine being home alone for a little while," Amu protested.

"It's not just a little while, we'll be at least an hour! I worry about you being alone for so long," Midori (aka, Amu's mother) said.

"An hour isn't that long. And I'm sixteen! I can even cook for myself if I get hungry," Amu tried.

Her three older sisters had taught her a lot of useful skills. Amu thought it was funny how the three of them were twins, but had turned out so different. Suu was the one who was too kind for her own good. She had taught Amu to cook and clean. Miki – the cool tomboy with a bit of shyness beneath the surface – had taught her to draw (though Amu isn't nearly as good at it as Miki) and always gave her good advice. Ran was the cheerful, peppy (and in Amu's opinion hyper) athlete. Ran gave Amu a love for sports, and instructed her in them. Amu had one other sister, Ami, but she was only ten years old. Although, she had kind of taught Amu how to be a big sister and take care of someone.

"I don't know how I feel about you trying to use the stove or knives while you're by yourself," Midori deliberated.

Amu sighed. Her parents were way too overprotective. She was sixteen for goodness sake, and had never been allowed to stay home by herself once. Plus, her dad was like scared of boys or something. Whenever anyone mentioned a boy, he'd yell about how his little "sparrows" were growing up too fast and leaving the nest, and then he'd go lock himself in the bathroom.

Today all her sisters were going out of the house along with her parents. Ran was going to buy a birthday present for her boyfriend; Miki was going out on a date; Suu wanted to shop at a specialty market in the next town over; and Ami and her parents were going to the amusement park.

"Please mama; you've never given me a chance to prove that I could stay home alone before. Let me stay home alone this one time, and if it doesn't work out then I'll never complain about not being able to stay home alone ever again," Amu pleaded.

Midori looked like she was really thinking about letting Amu stay home alone. Please, please, please, please, please!

"Did you want someone to watch over Amu?" Ran asked happily as she skipped down the stairs of their house and into the kitchen. Noooooo! Why is the world against me!? "I can always ask Ikuto look after her for a while!"

Tsukiyomi Ikuto was Ran's boyfriend. They'd been going out for about four months or so now. He was really handsome, and Amu had to admit that she maybe, might, have a little teensy-weensy crush on him (despite how much he teases her). Not that she'd ever act on her feelings. Ikuto probably thought she was just a stupid kid anyhow (he was almost four years older than her. He'd turn twenty on December first).

"That's a wonderful idea!" Midori cheered.

How come no one asked me if this arrangement was okay? Amu rolled her eyes.

"No!" Tsumugu yelled, dashing into the room as tears poured down his face. Jeesh, her dad was so overdramatic. "How could you leave our little sparrow home alone with a boy!?"

"Papa, he's Ran's boyfriend so nothing's going to happen," Suu explained with a calm smile as she entered the room. Her long blonde hair curled up at the ends, with a green clover clip in it. She was wearing a short sleeved green dress with white lace on the bottom.

"Exactly!" Ran cheered. "Come on Miki! Ami! Let's go! Go! Go!"

"Ran, don't you need to phone Ikuto?" Midori asked.

"Huh? Oh, right!" Ran laughed and flipped out her cell phone.

"I'm coming," Miki said as she entered the kitchen. Miki was wearing a pair of dark wash jean shorts, a light blue shirt with a black vest, black shoes, and a light blue beret with a navy blue spade over her blue hair. She was carrying an aqua shoulder bag.

"Okay! Ikuto agreed! He'll be here soon!" Ran grinned. "Oh, and no one tell him I'm going out to buy him a birthday present, 'kay?"

"That's why you're going shopping!?" Tsumugu wailed.

"Papa, be good," Midori scolded him. "They're eighteen now – almost nineteen – they're old enough to have boyfriends."

So they're old enough to have boyfriends, but I can't stay home alone? So not fair.

"Wh-why are you going out Miki?" Tsumugu questioned.

"I have a date with Yoru," Miki mumbled, avoiding everyone's gazes.

"Who's Yoru!?" Tsumugu wailed.

"Ikuto's friend," Miki explained.

Amu had only seen Yoru a couple of times. He was okay, though he reminded Amu of a cat for some reason. He had shaggy purple hair and yellow eyes.

"Miki and Yoru sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-"

"I'll kill you if you finish that song!" Miki threatened, although it was very intimidating while she was blushing. Amu and Miki had that in common; they both blushed until they looked like a couple of tomatoes.

"Miki, play nice," Suu said in her soft voice.

"Oh, Miki, what do you think of my outfit? Is it okay for shopping?" Ran asked. Ran was wearing a light pink mini-dress with magenta flowers stitched into it along the edges. Her dark pink hair was tied up into her usual high side ponytail with an elastic decorated with a red heart.

"It suits you. Nice for shopping," Miki complimented, her anger dying down. She helped all of the sisters with their clothing choices.

"Suu, you're not leaving for a boy as well, are you?" Tsumugu whimpered.

"No, I'm going to a specialty store to check out some foreign foods," Suu chirped. She really did love cooking. Amu didn't love it, but she could cook just fine.

"G'morning!" Ami trilled. She skipped into the room, causing her curly burnt ochre hair to bounce up and down in their pigtails. She was wearing a girly yellow ruffled dress.

"Aww, Ami you look adorable!" Midori squealed and pulled her daughter into a hug.

"Ami, you'll never leave Papa, will you?" Tsumugu sniffled.

"Not until I get a boyfriend and we get married," Ami smiled.

"Even my tiniest sparrow is already thinking of leaving me!" Tsumugu wept.

"Now that we're all ready, we should head out," Midori suggested. "Miki, Yoru's picking you up here, right? So can you watch Amu until Ikuto gets here?"

"Yeah, sure," Miki agreed.

"Okay! Let's go!" Ran yelled. Midori, Tsumugu, Ami, Ran, and Suu headed towards the door. Even though it was November twenty-ninth it was oddly warm today, so no one needed a sweater.

Amu thought it was kind of funny how they were all leaving the house together, but were splitting up as soon as they got through the door. Midori, Tsumugu, and Ami were going to the amusement park in the car; Ran was walking to the mall; and Suu was taking the bus.

"Have fun with your boyf-" Ran started only to have the door slammed in her face by Miki.

"I'm going to go get changed," Amu said.

"I'll help you pick something out," Miki offered and followed her upstairs. "Our house is way too chaotic, isn't it?"

Amu nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but could you imagine it any other way?"

"No, I guess not," Miki said.

Amu went to her closet and sifted through her clothing. "Skirt, pants, or shorts?" She wasn't going to wear a dress; it would look like she was trying too hard.

"Hmm... It's still warm enough today, so a skirt would be appropriate and would look really cute," Miki advised.

Amu picked out a white ruffled skirt that came halfway down her thighs, and a sleeveless dark blue button-down shirt with a white collar. "How about this?" she asked.

"Perfect," Miki gave her a thumbs up.

Amu changed into it, then put her bubblegum pink hair up into a side ponytail with a white x clip. For makeup all she did was put on mascara to frame her golden eyes, and swipe some strawberry lip balm on her mouth. For jewellery she put on the necklace Ikuto had given her for her birthday in September. It was a gold lock with four heart shaped clear crystals around the centre with a gold chain. When she put it on, it was mid-chest length. She absolutely loved it, and wore it almost every day.

"Hey Amu, any particular reason you want to look really nice when Ikuto comes by?" Miki questioned.

"I do not!" Amu argued. "I just don't want to be in my pyjamas."

"Sure you don't," Miki said sarcastically.

Amu blushed. She was about to say something back, but the doorbell interrupted them.

"Uh, yeah, okay," Amu mumbled and pulled nervously at her skirt.

Miki opened the front door to reveal Yoru standing there. "Um, h-hello Miki," Yoru greeted her, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Yoru," Miki whispered as her face turned cherry red. "Bye Amu, see you later."

At least Miki trusted her enough to stay home alone for a couple minutes. "Goodbye Miki!" Amu bid her farewell. She started to close the door, but it was pushed back open.

"Yo," Ikuto said. His dark blue hair was a slightly messy and hung a bit into his indigo eyes. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with grey along the collar, and black jeans with a studded belt.

"Hey Ikuto," Amu said. She had to look up to see his face. He was easily a whole head taller than her.

"Hey kid," He patted her on the head.

Amu swatted his hand away and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "I am so not a kid! And you're messing up my hair."

"Then how come you're so short?" Ikuto smirked, imitating her voice.

"Maybe you're just freakishly tall," Amu retorted. Stupid jerk, making fun of her height. She wasn't even that short. She had to be at least five-foot four. She was over the average height for women in Japan.

"Girls like boys who are taller than them," he revealed.

"Sure, whatever you say," Amu snorted. Actually, she did kind of like that he was tall. Why did he always happen to be right...?

"Can I at least come inside?" Ikuto asked.

"Oh, yeah, right," Amu laughed nervously and stepped aside.

"Good girl," Ikuto grinned and kissed her forehead.

Amu felt her face heat up, and pushed him away immediately. "Get away from me, pervert," she huffed. Ikuto just chuckled. He was always doing things like this. Pervert.

Ikuto made his way into the living room and plopped down onto the couch, lying across the entire thing. "Ah, comfy," he sighed. "Come sit with me."

"No way," Amu objected.

"Please?" He pouted.

She hesitated. It was hard to say no when he put on such a cute face. Amu turned her back to him. "No."

"At least come closer so we can talk properly," Ikuto said. He sat up so that he was sitting properly.

"Well... okay," Amu agreed. She moved in front of him. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"I want to tell you a secret, lean in closer," Ikuto whispered.

"Okay..." Amu drawled. She leaned in. Ikuto moved forwards so that his breath tickled her ear. His mouth touched her ear, and then he bit down lightly. She yelped. "Did you just bite my ear!?"

"Did I?" He asked innocently.

"Yes!" Amu yelled furiously.

"No wonder your face's all red," Ikuto commented.

"It's your fault!" she whacked him on the arm.

"So you're blushing because of me?" Ikuto grinned.

"N-no w-way!" Amu shouted.

Ikuto reached out and pulled her down onto his lap. Her face landed squarely in the centre of his chest.

"Hey, l-let go!" she complained.

"Why? You're so cuddly," Ikuto purred. Amu struggled against him, but he was too strong. "You could just give up. It'll be much easier for both of us."

Amu mumbled under her breath, but gave up her struggle. Ikuto pulled her tighter against his chest and buried his head in the top of her head. "You're such a kid," she told him. "Do you act like this with Ran too?"

"...Not... really..." He said slowly.

"Then why me?" Amu demanded.

"I don't know. I guess because you look so adorable when you blush," Ikuto smirked.

"Stop teasing me!" she frowned. She hated blushing – it was so embarrassing – and he caused her to blush all the time with his stupid teasing.

"Maybe, we'll see," Ikuto said. He let go of her and she scrambled to the other side of the couch.

"Stupid pervert," Amu stuck her tongue out at him.

"Oh Amu, you and your cute pet names for me," Ikuto said.

"Shut up!" she snapped.

"Love you too," Ikuto cooed.

Amu felt her heart skip a beat. Even though he hadn't really meant that he loved her it still made her feel incredibly happy. "I.. u-um, and, y-yeah," Amu stuttered nonsensically.

"Are you... okay?" Ikuto raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, sure, um... Hey, Ikuto, are you coming by here for your birthday?" Amu asked the first thing that came to mind. She'd bought him a present for his birthday (he did buy one for her, and she should at least return the favour, right?), and wanted to know if she could give it to him on his actually birthday.

"Uh..." Ikuto hesitated. "Probably not."

"How come?" Amu asked. That was a little disappointing. She had really hoped that she could give it to him on his actual birthday.

"Actually, I was meaning to mention that I was kind of... going to break up with your sister," Ikuto said hesitantly.

"You were kind of going to break up with her?" Amu deadpanned.

"Or, y'know, completely," he laughed nervously. "Whichever. Are you mad?"

"No, not really," she answered. She wasn't mad at him at all. She was kind of happy. That was a terrible way to feel, and she knew it, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling it.

"Really? I mean, I am breaking up with your sister," Ikuto said.

"You can't help it if you don't love someone," Amu responded.

"So after today I guess we won't be seeing each other very often," Ikuto turned his head away as he said it.

"W-why? I thought... that we were... friends," Amu whispered sadly. How could she not see Ikuto again? She'd never considered the possibility of him leaving her life before. He was always just there.

"Amu..." Ikuto frowned. "Don't be sad. We can still see each other if you want. I just didn't really think you cared."

"Why would you think that?" Amu asked incredulously.

"Well, you're always hitting me and calling me a pervert," Ikuto pointed out.

"Oh, sorry..." she apologized.

"I'll forgive you for a kiss," Ikuto smirked.

"N-no way! Pervert!" Amu screeched. Oh, woops, I did it again...

"See? I told you you're still a kid," Ikuto gave her another pat on the head. He stood up and stretched his arms out over his head.

"I am not!" Amu jumped up from her seat.

"Oh yeah? Prove it," he challenged her.

"Prove it? How do I prove it?" Amu wondered.

"I don't know. That's your task, not mine," Ikuto laughed.

"I can cook!" Amu tried. "And clean!"

"Kids can do that too. My sister started to help my mom with her cooking when she was ten," Ikuto said.

"I don't know what else to do!" she whined.

"Well, you could..." his sentence trailed off.

"What? I could what?" Amu asked excitedly. She'd prove that she wasn't just some kid. Maybe then she'd have a chance- She cut off her thoughts. Then you'd have a chance to do what Amu? Be his next girlfriend? He's dating your sister for crying out loud! But still... there's no harm in showing him that she's grown up, is there?

He walked towards her and came close enough to make her stumble backwards. He continued until her back bumped against the wall. Amu swallowed nervously as he brought his face closer to hers. He seized her hands and held them above her head with one hand while he used the other to hold her face in place. His piercing blue eyes stared into hers, and she knew she was blushing.

"W-what are you doing?" Amu whispered. Her knees felt weak, and she must've been shaking. His face is so close...

"What do you think I'm doing?" Ikuto grinned. He moved closer.

Is he going to kiss me...? The thought was altogether embarrassing, appalling, and – worst of all – intriguing. She wanted him to kiss her? How could she!? He was her sister's boyfriend! Soon to be ex-boyfriend... But still! Amu was a horrible sister. Ikuto was off-limits, forbidden. She couldn't have him.

Then, all of a sudden, he tilted her head to the side and kissed her cheek.

"W-wha...?" she breathed.

"You didn't think I was really going to kiss you, did you? Who's the pervert now, kid?" Ikuto laughed.

Amu felt anger surge through her. Stupid pervert! How could he play with her feelings like that? Oh right, he doesn't know she has feelings for him... It's still rude though.

"I'm not a kid!" Amu grabbed Ikuto's shirt and shoved him against the wall. She pulled his head down and pressed her mouth against his for a good five seconds before pulling back. "See? I'm not a kid!"

Ikuto just stared at her with his mouth slightly open. Realization of what she just did finally dawned on her and she whirled around so that he couldn't see her blush. Her face felt like it was on fire.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. What did I do!? I'm such a horrible sister! No, a horrible person in general. How could I do this to Ran!? I screwed everything up!

A long silence stretched out as the two of them stood there.

"Um, Amu?" Ikuto broke the silence.

"Y-yes?" she squeaked. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. He was going to say something now. This was just awful.

"Why'd you kiss me?" he questioned.

Why!? Couldn't he have asked any question other than that? "Because you told me to," Amu said, but it sounded more like a question. Complete lie. She didn't know why she did it. It was just a weird impulse she'd had.

"You'd never kiss me just because I told you to, so seriously, why?" Ikuto pressed.

Amu didn't answer. She was completely freaking out, though she wasn't sure whether she was going to pass out, hyperventilate, throw up, or just blurt out everything.

"Amu, do you like me?" He asked. Maybe there was a worse question than "why'd you kiss me?" after all... There was no way Amu was going to respond to that question.

"Of course not, of course you don't. You're too good of a sister, too good of a person to do something like that," he said with a bit of sadness tingeing his voice.

"No I'm not, I'm a terrible person," she muttered.

Ikuto didn't seem to hear her and continued on talking. "I'm such a bad boyfriend," he growled. Amu turned around to see him bang his forehead on the wall.

"Why?" Amu questioned curiously. He seemed like a fine boyfriend to her.

"Because I'm in love with you," He answered.

"D-don't s-say th-that i-i-if you d-don't m-m-m-mean i-it," Amu stuttered. She sounded like she had a speech impediment or something.

"I'm serious," Ikuto moved away from the wall to look at her. He cradled her face in his hands. "I love you, Hinamori Amu." Then he smiled at her. And she almost gawked. She has never – in the entire time she's know him – seen him smile. Grin or smirk yes, but not just an honest smile. He looked so cute that she was fan-girl screaming in her head and, of course, blushing.

He moved one hand behind her head and bent down to kiss her. His lips are so soft... Her thoughts had been so preoccupied before that she hadn't really taken the time to enjoy the last kiss. Amu wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back.

"Mm, strawberry," Ikuto commented as he pulled away, and licked his lips devilishly. He was going to pull her into a hug, but Amu stuck her hand out to stop him. He looked a bit confused.

"I can't..." she whispered. "I really, really like you Ikuto, but I don't think I can do this to Ran. It's not fair to her."

"After we break up?" Ikuto asked.

"I... don't know. Maybe. I'll ask Ran, but if she even has a tiny problem I don't think I could do it," Amu said. She had gotten her most private and sought-after desire fulfilled, and yet all she wanted to do was go bury her head in a pillow and cry.

"Okay. You really are an amazing sister," Ikuto told her, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. He back up a couple steps. "I guess I should go, right?" He sounded so sad it almost broke her heart.

"Um, actually, you can't. My parents will be really mad if they come back and I'm alone," Amu said awkwardly.

"Right, of course," he agreed casually, but Amu knew him a bit too well for that to work. He was sad, and trying to cover it up. "You want to watch television or something?"

"Yeah," Amu sighed in relief. Television would give them something to focus on other than each other. She stepped forwards only to trip – on nothing. Curse her clumsiness! She fell down onto the older boy, knocking them both to the floor.

"I'm okay. You okay?" Ikuto asked.

"I'm fine," Amu confirmed.

"Well, then..." Ikuto flipped them over so that he was over top of her. His body pressed dangerously close against hers.

"Ikuto," Amu said in a warning tone as her face heated up.

"Sorry, I'm a guy, I have to take advantage of these situations," he smirked.

Amu heard the front door and open and close with a loud slam. She froze in place, and Ikuto looked like he had as well.

"Amu, I figured out the perfect-"

Amu would know that overly perky voice anywhere. It was Ran. Crap.

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Sorry to end it like that! :P lol! The next part should be out soon anyways.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! Please review! ^-^
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