I can't believe it's done. I feel so accomplished.

Standard disclaimer.

Start Over

"Nya, so you're a cat chara to eh?" Yoru stated eying Aya up and down. "Well, that ain't gonna change a thing. This baby is mine!" He said drawing his paw to an enormous pile of treats, toys and various colored balls of yarn.

Aya shook her paw offhandedly at him and proceeded towards his treasures.

"Hey, ya can't go there. Hey! Ya listenin'? My stuff. Back away kitty!" Yoru continued defending his property. Aya's indifference was beginning to scare him with her blank expression. His little defense statements were beginning to become pleas.

Yoru was backed up against the mountain of items when Aya made a sharp flight to the back and yanked a plushy out, straight from the bottom. She quickly discarded it as she made her way out to a safe distance from the current disaster in the making.

"Oh. Oh. Aya!" the male cat panicked as he was engulfed in the shadows of the falling cat nip, plushies, treats, balls of yarn and others. "Why'd ya have to do that?" He grumbled from the avalanche now bestowed upon him. In particular there was a can of tuna resting on his head. That would form a rather notable bump between his azure-furred ears.

Aya smirked in triumph. This was she decided was going to fun life.

Aya made her way around the house to rest upon a pink-haired head.

Ikuto glanced at the woman and then his sight rested on the figure currently resting on her head.

" God." He breathed out. " She's just like Yoru." He added shaking his head, blue locks swaying.

"EH?! I'd say I'm much better than him." Aya pouted.

"Hmm…I wouldn't say so, you've been in this world for how long? 4 days? And Yoru…about 5 years." The blue- haired man countered.

"Geez, I swear, I thought your fighting with Yoru was exasperating" the woman sighed. "But of course Ikuto, just because you can't fight physically do you really have to argue, really?"

"Ne, Amu-chan I was only trying to defend myself. He was comparing me to that idiot!" The purple kitten chara gestured to a slightly, beaten up Yoru.

"Sheesh, Yoru! Did your tower of prized possessions fall on you again? "Ikuto patted a specifically large reed bum on the cat's head. Said cat shot a glare at the other feline.

Aya brought her paws up defensively. "Hey, you just said it falls on its own, it's inevitable. You can't blame me." Ikuto shook his head with a small smile on his face. He brought his thumb and index finger together and closer to Aya's little forehead. Yoru began to smile sheepishly, knowing this act very well, being the one who was gifted with it most of the time.

Ikuto tucked his index finger in slowly. Amu noticed the how elegant his moves were, almost creating a circle with the two fingers and the released. Amu winced realizing what he had just done.

"Ow!" the receiver immediately yelled to the second of pain. Getting back on her train of thought she yelled "You flicked me!" Honey eyes glared. Amu shot her hand up and smacked him on the head.

"Hey, that hurts!" Amu ruffled his hair. Yoru snicked. Noticing this, Ikuto brought his hand up once again and before he knew it, the poor cat had another act of pain inflicted on him. It was Aya's turn to snicker. Amu only giggled and Ikuto smiled at his chara's pout and the sound of laughter.

Yes, he thought, this will be an interesting relationship. And with that he gently yanked the hand moving through his hair. He brought her down from the standing position she was in to hunch over to the level of his chair. He planted a delicate little kiss on her lips.

"Eww!" the high-pitched voices of the cat charas began. He smirked again Amu's smiling lips.

"You know" she breathed out. "I don't think we should do this often if they're always going to squeal about it.

"I don't think they mind that much" He smiled wider in anticipation. He knew the charas were listening on every word. " Or at least Yoru, anyway. After all I saw him sucking face in the park the other day." Amu didn't miss the glint in his eyes. She laughed. Yoru paled a bit, running out and then Aya went running off to interrogate him and the others, face flushed.

"Your cruel." Amu whispered between laughter.

"Yes, but it got us alone now did it not?" He looked up smirking.

"Ikuto, what do you possible think you can do in a wheelchair?" Amu pronounced, definite she was going to win this. Ikuto, that retard had to exhaust himself at that concert yesterday and fall while they were climbing off the lighting beams. Amu was glad though, that he made it out with just a broken ankle, seeing as that it was "only an 18 feet difference from where they were and the floor" he stated as it was normal, back at the hospital and he just landed awkwardly on his feet.

After a few moments of thought, he responded. "Well there's always this."

He took a hold of her waist and plopped her down on his lap. Amu rolled her eyes as a hand drew her face to the side. Typical Ikuto, she thought. Lips made for her came crashing down.

Extremely short, but done.

Final thoughts please?

-An