G-chan: Tuturu!

Ikuto: WTF

G-chan: Hello everyone! G-chan here! This is my very first fanfiction! So please be nice

Amu: *looks at story* Wha...? You make me look like the bad guy!

Ikuto: *looks too* You made me look like a sappy man!

G-chan: hahaha! That's cuz I'm the author and I can do what I like! So, there are a few fanfictions out there where Ame has kids and Ikuto doesn't know and stuff and left her, so I thought; Why not switch roles! And this fanfic was born!

Amu: I hate it already

G-chan: I don't care, now do the disclaimer

Amu&Ikuto: G-chan does not own Shugo Chara or any of it's characters. (though she wishes she did)

Ages:

Ikuto: 29

Amu: 24

Miki: 5

Kukai: 25

Utau:26

Nagihiko: 24

"Papa. Papa!"

A small 5-year-old girl was violently shaking her father, who was still fast asleep on his futon.

Her father groaned. "Five... Five more minutes," he mumbled.

The girl puffed her cheeks as she began shaking even harder.

"Papa! Wake up! Today's the sporting event! You're supposed to go with me! We're late!

"I'm up!" Her father shot up out of bed.

He glanced at the clock and cursed under his breath. Then he looked at his daughter who was looking at him with her hands on her small hips.

He sighed and started giving his daughter orders. "Go start the bath. I'll start breakfast and get your clothes, 'kay?"

His daughter saluted with a serious face. "Roger!" And she was off.

He smiled as he watched her, then quickly turned to start his jobs.

These two were happy together. Father and daughter. At first glance it was already obvious that they were.

Both of them had navy blue hair. The fathers' hair reached just below his chin and the daughters' hair was styled in a bob, usually hidden in the beret she wore every day.

Their personalities were also nearly identical. Both of them loved to tease people. Both of them made art. The father made the art of music on his violin and his daughter made art with her pencil.

The only visible difference was their eyes. While the father had dark, sapphire eyes, the daughters' eyes were a bright honey-golden color, the same color as her mothers' eyes.

No one talks about the mother in this household, though.

Which household?

Well, the Tsukiyomi household of course!

The family consisted of Tsukiyomi Ikuto, the 29-year-old man who raised his daughter all on his own. And of course, the daughter; Tsukiyomi Miki, the 5-year-old who never met her mother.

Is her mother dead? No. Far from it even. But I won't tell you what happened to her just yet.

"Bath's ready!" Miki shouted from the bathroom.

"Coming!" Ikuto replied, grabbing their clothes and heading to the small bathroom.

After they bathed together, they got dressed. Miki in her blue kindergarten uniform and Ikuto in a pair of skinny jeans and a black button up shirt. Then Ikuto dried his and Miki's hair. Then he brushed her hair while she ate her toast. For his own hair he quickly combed his fingers through it, giving him the 'I just got out of bed' look, which had worked for him since before his high school career.

Miki put her glass of milk down. "Done."

Her dad sighed as he looked at the clock. He'd have to skip breakfast if they wanted to be on time.

He got up and quickly put the dishes in the sink, they would get washed later.

He grabbed his keys and opened the door, pushing Miki out of their small 2-bedroom apartment.

He locked the door behind them and put the keys in his pocket. Then he turned to his daughter, who was adjusting her blue beret, and he smirked. "You ready?"

Miki nodded.

He then grabbed Miki and put her on his shoulders. And off went the Tsukiyomis.

Ikuto's POV

I grabbed Miki and put her on my shoulders, and off we went. Miki was holding onto my hair, pretending I was a horse. But that's what she always does.

We were on our way to her kindergarten. Today was the 'parent-child sports-day'. I knew that there would probably only be mothers there, but I didn't care really.

I was quite popular with the mothers at the kindergarten, actually. The handsome 29-year-old single father, who raised his daughter all by himself since her birth.

Yeah, her mum gave birth to her and all, but she left. A couple of days after Miki was born. Leaving me alone with a daughter of only a few days old. I had no idea what to do, I mean a man can't breast feed a baby!

But I managed somehow, seeing as we're both alive.

I actually don't blame Miki's mum for leaving. I feel like I forced myself on her. We're 5 years apart. I was 24, she was 19. I just couldn't wait anymore. She was still 19 when she gave birth to Miki.

I thought we were both happy. We were both gonna get through this. Guess I was wrong.

It's weird, cause usually it's the dad that leaves the mum and child. Or the mum takes the child with her.

"Tutu! Red light, papa!" Miki stated as she pulled my hair to make me stop.

"I can see that, so stop pulling my hair!" I replied.

"Papa, you were sighing! Is something wrong?" Miki questioned me. I was sighing?

"It's nothing," I reassured her.

"Mmmkay then." I smiled at how simple a toddlers mind is.

Yeah, I actually smiled. Parenthood changes people.

The light turned green and I started walking again, along with the rest of the crowd.

I looked around at all the people who were passing by. Loads of couples were laughing while holding hands.

I inwardly scoffed. Love is nothing more than a load of crap that leaves you and your daughter to fend for yourselves.

Crap I'm getting all moody again. I should try and be cheerful for Miki's sake.

We were nearing Miki's kindergarten, when...

PATSJ

A hand made contact with my back. Hard

I turned around with an annoyed expression on my face. "What the he-" I stopped when I looked into emerald eyes.

Who did they belong to? None other than Souma Kukai, my *gulp* brother-in-law. Yeah. He married my sister Utau.

Said brunette was grinning like an idiot. "Yo! Wassup, Tsukiomi?" He greeted me.

"Kukai-oji-san!" Miki exclaimed excitedly.

Kukai gave her a fist bump. "Hey Miki! How you doing?!"

"F...fine!" Miki's eyes were filled with sparkles as she looked at Kukai. That made me pout a little.

I stubbornly continued walking towards the kindergarten.

"Hey! Tsukiyomi, wait up," Kukai's voice came from behind us.

I reluctantly turned to face him once again. He still had that same cheesy grin plastered on his face, which made me sigh. He wanted a conversation.

I started playing with Miki's feet, which were dangling just below my chest, as I started up a conversation.

"How's Daichi?" Daichi was Kukai and Utau's 3-year-old son.

Kukai's face brightened and his grin widened even more, if that was even possible.

"Daichi's great! Y'know he's taken an interest in football?! I'm so proud of the little dude!" He punched the air as he said this.

"I see," I mumbled. "How's my sister?"

At my last question Kukai's face went completely red.

I raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "Dude, what did you do to my sister?"

He rubbed the back of his head. "Well... Um... She... Y'know. She might be pregnant...again," he said sheepishly.

God, how could my sister marry such an idiot?

"Pervert," I muttered.

He gave me a look. "C'mon, you're calling me a pervert? I mean you... She was 19 for Gods sake!"

I stopped dead in my tracks. I saw Kukai covering his mouth with his hands. My gaze hardened and I glared at nothing in particular. "Papa...?" Damn, I was worrying Miki. I patted her petite head so as to calm her. "It's okay," I reassured her.

"Hey man, I'm sorry 'kay? I didn't mean..."

"Don't bother. It was true anyway," I told him.

"We're gonna go now, or we'll be late. Right, Miki?"

"Yeah! Let's go, papa!" Miki said.

"O..oi! Tsukiyomi! Wait up!" I heard Kukai yell behind us, but I ignored him.

Normal POV

"Tsuki..." Kukai began. But Ikuto was way out of reach by now.

The brunette sighed. "Damn...I messed up."

Then his phone started ringing. He answered it.

"Hello?"

"Kukai! Did you see him?" The voice on the other side of the line asked.

"Yeah, Utau. He was on his way to the kindergarten with Miki. "

"Where is he now?!"

"He's nearly there I think."

"You idiot! I told you to send him back home! He can't go there or he'll see HER!"

"Her?! She's back?!"

It was silent for a while. "Yes. She's back."

Ikuto's POV

We finally arrived at the kindergarten after what seemed like hours.

I grabbed Miki and put her on the ground. She looked up at me with excitement written all over her face.

"You looking forward to this?" I asked her as I ruffled her hair. "Yeah!" She smiled.

The sound of tapping on a microphone was heard and everyone's heads turned to where the sound was coming from, including me.

Standing on the podium was a man in his early 20s with long purple hair. At first glance you could easily mistake him for a girl.

His name was Fujisaki Nagihiko, a teacher at the kindergarten. Miki liked him for some reason, so I didn't mind him all that much.

"Hello kids! Are you ready for the parent-child sporting event?" Nagihiko asked in a peppy voice.

All the kids shouted "Yeah!" Including Miki.

"And all you ladies, are you ready!" This time all the parents shouted "Yeah". All the parents were mothers, since all the dads were probably at work.

"And finally, Tsukiyomi-san, are you ready?" I smirked an raised my hand in the air, forming a peace-sign.

Everyone laughed and Miki started tugging my pants while she kept saying: "They're talking about you, papa!"

I smiled down at her.

Nagihiko started talking again. "Before we start, there's actually someone I want to introduce to you all! She's a new teacher!"

All the kids 'oohed'.

"Well, please come on up here and introduce yourself!"

The sound of footsteps was heard as a woman climbed up the stairs, onto the podium.

I was still looking down at my daughter, not really interested in this new person.

Until I heard her voice.

"Um... Well, I'm the new teacher! I recently graduated from college. And uh... This is my first full-time job, so I'm really excited! Um, I'm 24 and uh... That's it!"

It wasn't possible.

"Could you tell us your name?" Nagihiko asked. "Oh! Yeah of course!" Once again laughter was heard.

I slowly looked up, watching the woman bow. Her pink hair was flowing perfectly.

"I'm Hinamori Amu, nice to meet you all."

Hinamori Amu

Hinamori Amu

Amu

Amu

Amu

Amu

Amu!

It was her.

Standing on that podium without a care in the world, was Hinamori Amu. The woman who gave birth to Miki.

The woman who ripped my heart out and threw it away.

The woman who left me and Miki.

The only woman I ever loved.

Hinamori... Amu.

G-chan: And there you have it!

Ikuto: why the hell am I so old!?

G-chan: Cuz it would've been awkward if Amu was any younger

Amu: *sits in emocorner*I'm the bad-guy...*mumble*

G-chan: *sweatdrops* Oh yeah, so this story will mainly be in Ikuto's POV. Maybe I'll try Amu's later on.

I wanna see if this story gets reviews or is remotely liked and then I'll update!

Miki: R&R!