Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara! or "Hurry Home" by Jason Michael Caroll.

Title: Hurry Home
Summary: Sometimes he would wonder if she even remembered him. One call could answer that.
Rating: T
Main Character/Pairing: Ikuto, Ikuto/Amu
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Innuendo, swearing.
Inspiration: "Hurry Home" – Jason Michael Caroll

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"Shit," Ikuto mumbled as he looked down at the woman lying next to him. His head hurt like a sonofabitch and he didn't know where his pants were. What had happened the night before wasn't exactly out of the norm.

It had been almost six years since he'd left Amu behind. Six years since he'd walked onto that plane and left her. Six years since he'd told her he'd make her fall in love with him. Six long years since he'd kissed her.

"Damnit," he growled to himself, rolling out from under the woman's arm and quickly finding his clothes so he could leave. Would Amu be able to love him if she knew what he'd done? In search of his father, he'd done things that no man should ever do. And when he'd found Aruto…he'd continued on the path he was on. Instead of returning to Japan—and, most importantly, Amu—he'd stayed in the States. And for him to be selfish enough to believe she'd waited for him was inconceivable.

But he couldn't help wishing she had.

Over the years, he'd continued to keep tabs on her; she was going off to university in the spring, which was a good thing, even if jealousy ate at him at the thought of her surrounded by those educated snobs. Would she fall in love with one? If she did, what was he supposed to do?

When he got into his car, he paused and looked down at the number below her name on his cellphone. He wanted—needed—to call her. But would she know who he was?

It rang and rang, making him uncomfortable. What if it was the wrong number? What if she answered and hung up when he told her who he was? What if—

"Hi, you've reached Hinamori Amu. I can't make it to the phone right now and, no, Rima, it's not because I'm with my other best friend. Tadase, as your campaign manager for class president, you shouldn't worry about that little wimp Ky; he's not gonna win against the king. Ha." There was a pause and her tone got a little sad. "And Ikuto, don't forget your promise. Hurry home."

He stared at the phone in his hand without cutting off the call for a long moment. She…she remembered….

Coming to his senses, he murmured, "I'm on my way, Amu."