Hey guys, I can't write my other stories because they're saved on a stupid computer that won't let me do anything before it crashes so bear with me. This is compensation. Please don't kill me, I never suspected this would happen, at least I'm writing a cute compensation story. (readers advance with various weapons of pain) NO PLEASE! I WILL FIX THE COMPUTER! ahem anyway Ikuto's only a year older than Amu in this, I'll be advancing Amu's age more later instead of lowering Ikuto's more.

Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara. Yes i'm finally doing a disclaimer. I'll have to go back and add them to everything.

"We need nick-names!" The young pink-haired girl said to the young blue-haired boy facing her. They were in a pillows-and-blankets-in-the-living-room fort which was currently going by the name of 'Club H.A.T.I.' after their initials.

"Why?" the slightly older boy asked inquisitively.

"'Cause, it'll be fun! Okay, we get to make up the names. Um, I'll call you….Koneko!" she replied with a smile.

"Why Koneko? That's really girly." He asked with obvious disdain.

"Becaaauuusse, you remind me of a Kitty! So you're Koneko-Chan!" She said with another happy smile. Then she looked at him, waiting for a response. (This is the only time I will use the non-Japanese version of kitten)

"Don't add –Chan! That's even more girly! Use –kun!" He said angrily, she nodded and he sighed then immediately continued, "Ichigo."

"Eh? Ichigo? Why?" she asked in a slightly whining tone.

"'Cause your pink hair reminds me of a strawberry. It looks good enough to eat, like strawberry ice cream! So you're Ichigo-chan!" The young boy replied with a smile, and then he reached over and smelled her hair. She blushed and he said, "You even smell like an Ichigo!" (Only few times I will use Strawberry as a word instead of Ichigo).

"Okay, we can only call each other by our nick-names now! Pinky-swear!" The girl said when her blush cleared. The two locked pinky fingers and shook. They smiled and played for the rest of the day.

10 months later:

"Don't go Koneko-kun!" The pink haired girl yelled at the boy, she had tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry Ichigo-chan, I have to! Mommy won't let me stay! She says that we have to move far away." The young boy replied, his voice wavering.

"I'll never see you again Koneko-kun! You can't leave, we've been friends forever!" the girl cried out, she dashed over and hugged him. He hugged her back, which surprised the little girl, he never hugged. Suddenly he kissed her cheek, she jumped back surprised and blushing.

"So you do taste like an Ichigo, Ichigo-chan!" He said to her surprised face.

"You pervert!" She screamed at him.

He laughed and replied, "That's what I want to see, the same old Ichigo-chan!"

"Let me get a picture of you!" The pink-haired girl's father cried out suddenly, clutching a camera. The two stood next to each other but didn't touch. At the last moment Ikuto grabbed her hand and her father took two pictures. One had him smirking and the other her blushing. He got the blushing one and she the smirking one. She was angry about that but she put on a smile as her best friend drove off. Ichigo never had another friend as close as him afterwards. Koneko became a bit of a recluse and made few friends at all.

Years later:

"Amu-chan! Look what I found!" her mother called out. They had just moved in and Amu was exhausted from her first day of her new middle school. She had totally blown it, but that was another story. Right now, she was unpacking the last of her belongings.

"Coming!" She shouted back as she excited her new room. She found her mother in the living room smiling and holding a picture. "What's that?" she questioned.

"A picture of you when you were little, it's with your friend." She replied, smiling at the picture.

"Wow my hair was longer and my eyes are different." Amu said with obvious curiosity. Her mother gave her a huge smile.

"When you were younger your eyes were green, I still don't know why you cut your hair." She replied.

"Who's that boy with me? Why is he holding my hand and smirking?" Amu asked noticing the boy with short blue hair that was a shade lighter than his eyes.

"You don't remember Amu-chan? He was your best friend! That was the day he moved away, Papa took a picture and he grabbed your hand at the last minute, you were so devastated when he left." Her mother said with her smile fading a bit.

"I think….I do remember him! I used to call him Koneko-kun didn't I?" Her mother nodded in reply and Amu went on, "He called me Ichigo-chan too."

"I'm so glad you remember him Amu-chan! Maybe you'll meet him here! We didn't know where he moved to." Her mother said excitedly.

Amu rolled her eyes and said, "I seriously doubt it. Can I have the picture though? It's kind of…cute." Her mother nodded and Amu took the picture and went up to her room. She sat on her bed and held the picture above her. "I remember I used to have a crush on him. I wish I could meet him again." She put the picture in the top drawer of her dresser.

Little did she know that in around six months she would meet him in a most unusual way. The birth of the first of her three guardian characters would cause her to run out of school and fall into a hole, right on top of him.

Years later and approximately 3 months after previous events and somewhere else:

Ikuto was bored, and was sitting in his room with a hyperactive Yoru. His eyes were closed and he was thinking of nothing important, mostly of how annoying Utau was. Suddenly Yoru was in front of him holding a picture too close to his face.

"Look what I found, nya!" He yelled shoving the picture closer.

Ikuto took the picture from him and held it out a reasonable length from his face. He studied it a moment and said, "I remember this, it was from before I moved here. That blushing girl, she called me Koneko-kun. That was before I got you Yoru."

"Why'd she call you that, nya?" Yoru asked.

"We gave each other nicknames; I called her Ichigo-chan." Ikuto replied with a small smile.

"Why would you call her that?" Yoru questioned now studying at the picture closely.

"Probably because of her pink hair and green eyes." Ikuto replied growing bored with the conversation.

"Are you sure that's you? The hair is really different, nya." Yoru said still looking at the picture.

"Of course it's me, I just kept my hair short and not as messy. Plus, it darkened as I got older. If you need any more proof, I'm making a girl blush. Now leave me alone." He said, turning over and closing his eyes. Yoru just shrugged and flew out the window to go play with some cats.

It'd be nice to see that girl again, I remember we were so close, Ikuto thought.

Yep that's it! Amu is an eighth grader and Ikuto's a freshman in high school. Her uniform is still the same. There are still guardians, Tadase (K) Rima (Q) Nagihiko (J) Yaya (A) Yaya is seventh grade Tadase, Rima, Nagihiko, and Amu are eighth. This is by American school system, I don't know enough about the Japanese school system to use it. Please review!