Mitsuki: I'm back!

Ikuto: Oh no.

Mitsuki: What do you mean by that?

Amu: You can already guess, Mitsuki.

Ikuto: Stupid! Don't tell her that!

Mitsuki: Don't disrespect women!

Ikuto: You're not a woman!

Amu: While they're doing that, Mitsuki doesn't own Shugo Chara!

Mitsuki: But I hope you do like this story! Enjoy!

"Look, it's her!"

"She's such a nerd."

"What kind of clothes is she wearing?"

"Probably something from the 1900's."

"Look at her glasses!"

"Forget her glasses, look at her hair!"

"What do you mean hair? I can't see any!"

"At least we know we're not the dorkiest kid in school."

Laughter traveled down the halls of Seiyo High as a 16-year-old girl passed through. Her name was Hinamori Amu and she was -in simple terms- a loser; the school's biggest loser. Her sense of fashion was disgusting, probably because it looked like it was stolen from a hobo off the side of a freeway.

For example, she always wore faded and baggy jeans and the large t-shirts, that were always stained with some faded substance, reached below her knees. Her face was also ugly, at least that was what many assumed. To put into technical terms, you couldn't even see her face. Why? Because circle-framed glasses covered the exact socket her eyes would've been in. Not only were they not normal glasses, but they were made of a thick white substance that had thin, gray lines swirling towards the outside. Simply put, they were ugly. Besides that, many other students insulted her hair, even though they could see none. This was because a big, floppy brimmed hat covered every strand of hair that dared to stick out from among the other strands.

But appearances aside, even her school supplies were awkward and stupid. Many teachers complained over the fact that she always brought a book bag to school that contained nothing but children's picture books. And as a result of her weird actions, she spent her school time alone with no friends. Zip, no, nada, none.

So you can imagine the depressing moment when she walked into her first-year classroom and snickers flew around the room, targeting her. She heaved a sigh and quietly stepped to her desk in the far corner. However, before she was even a few yards away, she tripped on nothing but air, earning a few laughs from the other students.

"Ow," she murmured. But she endured the pain and stood up, only to be tripped another time. This time, however, it wasn't because of air.

"Oh dear, I'm so very sorry." A snobby red-head sneered, reeling in her long leg.

Amu desperately used her arms to try to lift herself up. As she finally succeeded, she tried to slip to her seat without making a single sound. The others watched, not bothering to hold in their insulting giggles.

"Really, she is such a dork." The red-head laughed loudly, holding onto her chest.

Slowly, she turned around and batted her eyes towards a group of seven students that were nonchalantly looking around the classroom, ignoring the act of bullying that was unraveling before them.

The very center of that group was none other than Tsukiyomi Ikuto. Many proclaimed him to be the leader of a group called 'The Populars,' which consisted of those very seven students. So not only was he the leader of that small group, but he was also the number one heartthrob of the school. His beautiful, midnight blue hair and sapphire eyes attracted many. He also had good reflexes, good grades, and a spectacular skill at the violin. He was favored by almost everybody in the school, excluding Hinamori Amu.

To the left of this 'wonderful' teenager was Souma Kukai. He was the extreme athlete of the group and could play almost every sport; favoring soccer the most. He stood there with tousled brown hair, shimmering green eyes, and small silver earrings that glimmered from each earlobe He was upbeat, energetic, and loved to socialize with many. He did receive a generous amount of confessions, to which he always answered: "Soccer is my lady."

And to Ikuto's right was Fujisaki Nagihiko, who was the owner of long indigo hair and amber eyes. He enjoyed to play the occasional basketball with Kukai; but his passion was traditional Japanese dancing. He was also incredibly nice and polite; especially when all hell broke loose when a rumor that he had cross-dressed as a young boy floated around. Not only did he clear the rumor nervously, he threatened the boy who had accidentally let it slip: Kukai.

Standing right next to Nagihiko was Sanjou Kairi, a serious class president-like character. He had forest green hair and eyes of the same exact shade. Although many assumed for him to be a brain, he proved otherwise with mediocre grades and outwardly expressing his respect and love for samurais.

"Is there something wrong with your eye?" Yuiki Yaya piped up, cocking her head to the side.

Yuiki Yaya, a character that resembled a spoiled child. Although, if you pushed past the outer character, she was nothing more than friendly person who enjoyed attention and talking in third-person. Her orange hair were often pulled into small ribbon-covered ponytails; and her large brown eyes made her baby character seem even more convincing.

Close to the spoiled teen was Hoshina Utau, otherwise known as Tsukiyomi Utau. Although they looked nothing alike, she was Ikuto's sister. She had her blond hair tied up into two ponytails and her bangs stopped short right before her amethyst eyes. Although she once had a severe brother complex, she let go after Ikuto had sat her down and harshly rejected her.

"It looks like you're twitching," Rima whispered softly.

Mashiro Rima was a very cute girl. Her wavy golden hair, golden eyes, and petite figure attracted many boys. She was short and absolutely loathed sports, but she loved comedy. She had a blunt, nonchalant attitude that many male students adored.

"No! I'm not twitching!'" The red-head shouted, bringing her lower lip out in a pout.

Oh, and this very awkward red-head was Yamabuki Saaya. Her large crush on Ikuto was painfully obvious and her snobbish attitude made Utau want to throw her in the pool. So, with her red curls and green eyes, she attracted the attention of, well nobody.

"Anyway, Ikuto~darling! Isn't it about time I join your group?" Saaya puckered her lips.

"For the...What number are we on?" Utau asked, looking at Rima.

"483," The blond said, her eyes fixated on a gag manga.

"So for the 483th time: no," Utau sneered.

"I asked Ikuto~darling, thank you very much." Saaya twirled a red curl, sending the Tsukiyomi sister a dirty glare. "So answer me Ikuto~darling, shouldn't I join your group? Or even better, be your girlfriend?"

"No." Ikuto breathed, refusing apparently the 483th confession he had received from the girl.

"Aw Ikuto~darling, you're no fun!" she fumed, crossing her arms.

"Really? I thought I was the best in the school." Ikuto looked at her, a playful smile on his lips.

"O-of course you are." Saaya fanned herself with her hand, completely flustered. "A-anyway, look at that dork over there!"

Everybody turned to face Amu, who was engrossed in a picture book about fairies and elves.

"Saaya's directing attention towards somebody else!" Kukai whispered to Utau. "That's a bad omen."

Utau silently giggled and gently slapped the athlete's arm. "Shut up, I'm trying to make an annoyed expre-"

"You can say fire and that geek wouldn't even notice!" A young teen with curly red buns giggled, interrupting Utau.

"Oh Rikka, what a great idea!" Saaya smiled mischievously, excusing herself from the classroom. Moments later, she came back with a large bucket, filled to the brim with ice cold water. She stepped over to Amu's desk and quietly whispered, "Ready?"

The entire classroom nodded, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen.

"Go!" Saaya shouted and poured all the bucket's contents onto Amu, who jumped back in alarm. She coughed out drops water, extremely glad to be wearing a black t-shirt that day.

"What the hell?" She reached for the book on her desk, furiously wiping at it at an attempt to dry it.

"Oh, didn't you see the yearbook? The loser of the year gets pranked on the last day of school. I guess losers don't know anything after all." Saaya sang the last two words.

Amu glared at Saaya, seeing through the lie instantly. However, this snob wasn't at the top of her worries.

"Well, if it's the yearbook rules, then I don't really mind," Amu said slowly. She picked up her bag and walked out the door.

"Wow, she's gullible and a loser!" Saaya screeched, laughing. "Oh, how stupid!"

"Yamabuki-san, that's not very nice," Nagihiko scolded at her actions.

"Can you blame me Nagi?" Saaya looked at him, sending him a large smile.

Nagihiko grimaced; he loathed when people he didn't know well called him by 'Nagi.'

"What's even more stupid is that I heard she's flunking some subject," Yuka, another one of Saaya's minions piped up.

"She is like the totally opposite of like Ikuto-sama here," Fuka, another friend of Saaya's complimented.

"Thanks," Ikuto turned to flash her a small smile, which made Fuka faint.

"Ikuto, stop making girls faint," Utau landed her fist on Ikuto's head.

"I can't help it, they do it on their own," Ikuto defended.

"Yeah, sure dude, you sure you don't have some sort of hidden powers?" Kukai joked.

"I must never reveal my secrets," Ikuto smirked.

"Maybe he just doesn't have any," Rima whispered.

"Let's just skip this! Talking about Ikuto is boring!" Yaya whined.

"Excuse me?" Saaya and Ikuto said simultaneously.

"What are you going to do during spring break?" Yaya grinned, already imagining what she was planning to do.

"I'm going to a beach, or the park, or somewhere," Ikuto commented, "I'll do anything but spend my summer doing absolutely nothing."

"What if you have to tutor that person. You know, the one with the hat?" Rima could never remember Amu's name. And nerd was a tad bit mean for her taste.

"Oh please Mashiro-san, don't kid around," Saaya scoffed.

"I wasn't," Rima mumbled under her breath.

"Me? Tutor that person? I'd rather watch grass grow," Ikuto chuckled.

"Yeah, watching grass is super fun!" Yaya chirped, earning curious stares from her peers. "Yaya was being sarcastic!"

"Yaya-san, do you even know what sarcastic means?" Kairi questioned.

"Of course Yaya does, Class President!" Yaya stuck her tongue out.

Rikka suddenly let out a shout as she bounced around the room. "Oh my gosh! I totally forgot! Guess what?"

"What?" Utau asked, a bit curious.

"We are going to the water park next week! You know, like during break! I overheard Nikaidou-sensei talking about it!"

"Hey dude, you get to see girls in swim suits," Kukai joked.

"Yeah." Ikuto nodded, feeling his heart beat faster. It was his worst enemy, his worst nightmare. it was water.

"But there are going to be rules," Rikka added.

The excited murmuring quieted down.

"Do you know what kind of rules?" Saaya asked.

"They stopped talking after that, but I heard that every first-year has to go," Rikka smiled.

"Ew! Does that mean that loser has to go too?" Saaya shrieked.

"That's exactly what it means," Rima said under her breath.

"I can't even imagine that thing in a swim suit! Oh for heaven sakes, I don't even know if she's fat or skinny!" Saaya exclaimed.

"Why do you want to imagine that Saaya~chii?" Yaya grinned.

"It was an expression Yuiki-san!" Saaya defended, flustered at the snickers that were surrounding her.

"Yaya knows, Yaya was just joking," Yaya laughed. Utau nudged her motioning her to stop before Saaya exploded.

It was silent in the classroom for a few minutes. Suddenly a loud, horrible screech came through the intercoms and pierced the eardrums of every student in the school.

"Tsukiyomi Ikuto and Himamori Amu, report to the teacher's staff room. I repeat, Tsukiyomi Ikuto and Himamori Amu, report to the teacher's staff room."

"What could they possibly want with Ikuto~darling?" Saaya wondered.

"I don't know, but I better go," Ikuto stood up and the people that surrounded the Populars made a path for Ikuto. He smirked, allowing himself to bask in the light as he walked out the classroom door.

~As I Allow You to Stalk Amu to the Restroom~

God, I hate Saaya! She thinks she can rule the world just because she thinks that she's pretty. I wish I could dump water on her face! And while I'm at it, throw her in a pool as well!

After a bucket of water released itself onto her, she was now standing in the girl's restroom, trying to wring out the water from her clothes. Although she had considered taking off her hat and glasses, it would be troublesome if somebody who had to 'pee' walked in on her through those restroom doors.

She continued to mutter to herself about the abusive teenager who believed she could get away with anything. Before she could even finish wringing out her shirt, she covered her ears once hearing the beginning of loud feedback.

"Tsukiyomi Ikuto and Himamori Amu, report to the teacher's staff room. I repeat, Tsukiyomi Ikuto and Himamori Amu, report to the teacher's staff room."

She grimaced upon hearing her name. She could already guess who was calling for her based on 'Himamori.' It wasn't that hard, so why couldn't Nikaidou-sensei pronounce it right? If anything, it was only a change of consonants.

~In the Staff Room, Ready to Ambush Ikuto's Arrival~

"Yo," Ikuto greeted, sliding the teal office door to the right.

The blue-haired boy walked towards the desk of the teacher he knew called for him. After all, there was only one person in the entire building who could mix up 'Hinamori' and 'Himamori.'

"Tsukiyomi-kun!" Nikaidou spun around from his swivel chair.

Ikuto stared at his English teacher in dismay. He was probably twenty-five but he maintained such long and messy hair. It made Ikuto's hand itch to cut it up and trash it.

What kind of man has long hair these days. He thought. Well, there is Nagihiko, but he has a legitimate reason.

"I'm here! Whoops sorry!" A loud voice interrupted his thoughts.

He turned around to see a pile of papers on the floor, an angry teacher, and a dork in the center of it all. Ikuto watched as she picked up each sheet of paper and handed it to the furious teacher. Slowly, she stood up to maintain balance and quickly walked towards Nikaidou.

"Sorry sensei, I tripped a few times in the hall."

"It's okay Himamori-san," Nikaidou smiled.

Ikuto could see the corners of her mouth twitch from where he was standing. He had to admit, it was a little funny.

"It's Hinamori!" She emphasized the Hina-

"I'm sorry Himamori-san," Nikaidou apologized.

"Never mind." She breathed, still panting a bit.

"Well, what did you call us here for?" Ikuto asked, turning slightly impatient.

"Oh, that's right! Tsukiyomi-san is going to have to tutor Himamori-san during this spring break!" Nikaidou grinned cheerfully.

It took quite a moment for it to sink in, but when it did, both parties shouted out loudly:

"What?"

Ikuto: What's Amu's secret?

Mitsuki: I'm supposed to have the first word!

Ikuto: That's not fun! We should spice it up a bit!

Mitsuki: Life's not fun! And it tastes great just the way it is.

Amu: Why am I the nerd? And why did Saaya pour water on me?

Ikuto: Yeah! Amu should be the mega hot girl who loves and fangirls me! I don't want to fall in love with some loser!

Mitsuki: You're being mean! *cries*

Amu: Look! You made her cry!

Ikuto: I'm sorry jeez!

Mitsuki: *stops crying* Thanks! Amu!

Ikuto: What the?

Amu: Please review!

Mitsuki: I know everybody is tired of hearing this, but I don't hate Saaya or Tadase. But as for Rikka, I dislike her a bit. No offense to those who like her.

Rikka: Non-taken!

Mitsuki: ...That last sentence said by Rikka. Sadly, that is me trying to make myself feel better for being mean. I'm hating on an anime character who's like ten and I'm also trying to make her talk to me...Ehehe...