My first Shugo Chara fanfiction, and also my first P.O.V based story. ^_^

Two fanfictions started in a row? WOW, I really have free time right now...

...Not really, I do have Psychology work I should be doing, but hey, for me, writing comes first all the time. But that's besides me.

I primarily began this story after relistening to my favorite instrumental from Shugo Chara called Futari no Kyori. To me, this theme is OWNED by Amu and Ikuto, my favorite anime couple, and it always makes me tear up simply because it reminds me of something I'd never speak of around here.

I may just leave it as a one-shot, but that's mainly dependent on YOU, the readers. I have thoughts in mind for the story, but I haven't worked it out enough in order to pull it out of thin air like I can with my own books. I'd rather have constructive criticism in order to boost my ideals on how to "construct" this story.

By the way, if you haven't already figured it out, this is taking place in an alternate world where Amu and Ikuto are older, have never met... And there's more. ^_^

~Amu's P.O.V~

I can't believe how stupid I am, going on another blind date that Yaya set up… I can picture it now: the guy's dressed up completely casually—meaning jeans and a beater—with a baseball cap on his head turned sideways, trying to think he's the shit, and he's going to try and touch every visible place on my body!

Ugh, perverts, they make me SICK!

"So, who was this guy I was supposed to be meeting again…?" I scanned a plain white note-card Yaya had prepped beforehand. "…Ikuto… Tsukiyomi, huh?"

~Ikuto's P.O.V~

Good gracious, I don't know why I bother putting up with my little sister's boyfriend. He's such a kid…

What would he know about giving blind dates out of the blue anyways?

I don't even like dating PERIOD, and yet I'm here, dressed in one of the only suits that I own that doesn't belong to my father, waiting for some girl. And before you say I'm gay and lead me to punch you, I'm one-hundred and fifty percent straight. {A/N: Ikuto, you're WAY too hot to be gay anyways.)

Now, back on subject of this girl… I think her name is Amu Hinamori or something like that. For all I know, she's probably just coming to meet me in search of getting laid or for a night out of the house instead of searching for "Mr. Right", just like about seventy-five percent of the country's females.

I slouched a bit over the table, not caring how hard the waiters worked to prepare it, wondering how Kukai could even afford reservations here. I wasn't even bothering to watch the door and see who comes in anymore, that's how long it was taking. "It's been half an hour… who takes this long just to get to a restaurant…?"

Then it hit me: she had to have stood me up. How many girls do you know that would make you wait as long as I have? What girl would leaves you hanging by yourself for half an hour, and you wouldn't think "she's not coming, may as well call this a loss" or even take it lightly by going "she's in traffic, let's give her five more minutes"?

You know what, I'm out of here, the bread's already getting hard, and I don't plan on wasting too much money waiting for some arrogant girl who's—

"Excuse me, is your name Ikuto Tsukiyomi?"

"Yeah, what of-?" Then I glanced up, taken aback by the sudden call. Apparently, she came at the right moment… and she was lucky that she had.

When I got a closer look, I saw that she stood about 5'4, amber-colored eyes, and she had long pink hair that lightly cascaded past her shoulders pulled into a side ponytail that was being held together by an X-shaped hair clip. She was petite, and she was currently dressed as if she had been on several blind dates before me—in a short light blue dress that would easily pass for casual, which made me question how she dressed outside of the restaurant we were in now.

…Well, at least she looked as good as I had hoped.

~Amu's P.O.V~

Thank GOD Yaya didn't steer me wrong this time around! This guy looks ten times better than the last guy she picked to go out with me… but there's no way he'd hear that come out of my mouth!

…Stubborn façade, what a pain.

But that's besides me, back to this… Ikuto Tsukiyomi guy I found, just when he was getting fed up with waiting, based on his attitude...

How'd I find out where he was? Well, it's simple. I just looked around for the best-looking guy in the room, and luck is me, it turns out to be my date!

Blue hair, sparkling blue—almost violet eyes… and luckily, he's dressed sharply! Check out that black suit he's in! Then again, he seems like he already wears black, or at least a lot of darker colors. Maybe he's gothic, emo, something like that?

~Normal P.O.V~

She extended a hand to him. "Hi. I'm Amu Hinamori. Nice to meet you."

Ikuto felt obligated to shake her hand, given that this was the first time they met. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Ikuto Tsukiyomi, but apparently you know that." Amu giggled a bit, brushing a strawberry strand from her eyes. Ikuto was taken aback. Her giggle was actually… cute. "Would you, um, like to have a seat?"

"O-Oh, right, yeah, I'm sorry…" Amu quickly sat down in the chair opposite him. He smiled a bit.

"You must have been on a lot of dates before me, Amu."

"Well, when you have a good friend that loves playing matchmaker, expect the worst." And obviously, Ikuto couldn't help but agree, given he was on the same boat. "What about you? What's your excuse for being here tonight?"

"My little sister's boyfriend set me up, told me to put on a suit, and find a girl to spend the night with." Amu crossed her arms, obviously unimpressed. "But don't worry. I'm not like that. Trust me, the guy's twenty-one and acts like he's thirteen years old when it comes to this kind of situation."

"My friends too," Amu replied, taking a few sips of her water. "I have one friend who plays matchmaker with all of us, another who cross-dresses, one who's in love with the cross-dresser…"

Ikuto chuckled. "Sounds like it's never a dull moment around your friends."

"Oh, it has its moments, trust me." She twirled her straw around in the cup. "So, what about your friends?"

Ikuto shrugged. "I wouldn't say that I'm much of a people's person."

"I wouldn't think it as much as you're speaking to a girl you've met with for first time today. And to add to it, it's a blind date," Amu continued. "But I can't say I blame you much for that."

"Well, what about your family?"

"Mom, dad, twelve year old little sister. But I've been living on my own for the past year since I started college. And you?"

"Pretty much the same. Mom, dad, twenty-two year old sister."

"So, you're in school now?"

"No, I'm actually a traveling musician—a violinist. My dad wanted me to follow in his footsteps, but I didn't really mind it since I love playing."

"You're already a professional? Wow, and to be so young…"

"I'm almost twenty-five, Amu, I'm not that young."

Amu blinked a few times before blushing. "…Ikuto, I'm only twenty, how is that gonna work out?"

"You're… what?" Ikuto accidentally knocked over his glass of water, spilling it on Amu, who jolted up immediately with a slight yell.

"That's COLD!"

"Oh man, I'm sorry…" He reached for a napkin, dabbing the spot on her dress a bit before suddenly pausing.

~Amu's P.O.V~

H-His hand is warm, even through the dress…

…Wait a second, he's dabbing near my-

H-HE'S- IS HE TOUCHING MY-?

~Ikuto's P.O.V~

The water spilled near her chest… And for some reason the water is seeping through, making her breasts visible…

…And now my mind is in the gutter. Lovely.

…AAH, MY MIND'S IN THE GUTTER~ {A/N: You don't know just how out of character this is, even from my perspective. XD)

~Normal P.O.V~

"W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Amu exclaimed.

"You're practically flat-chested... How disappointing…"

Amu shielded herself immediately, face brimming with rage and embarrassment. It made the pink hair on her head stand out a bit more. "Y-You sick, twisted PERVERT!" Ikuto's lips curved into a quite devilish smirk. "W-Why are you smirking?"

"Because you're just SO adorable. I feel more comfortable around you already~"

"Q-Quit being so stupid! And get away from me! I hate perverts like you!" She tried to slither out of his grasp, but as she had, he stepped in front of her, taking her by surprise. "Y-You move like a cat, you know that?"

"Ooh, you've even figured out my secret already?"

"Secret?"

Ikuto leaned in closer to her, his eyes locked on hers, causing her face to redden more. She quickly grew entranced. "I'm sly, sneaky, and adorable…" Blue cat ears popped on his head, causing her to gasp. One of the ears twitched. "Just like a cat." Amu's mouth dropped open, and Ikuto quickly dismissed the ears to keep from drawing attention from nearby couples, if it were possible given Amu's excessive yelling.

"Whoa…" Then Amu shook it off. "They may be cute, but I still HATE perverts like you!"

"And I hate arrogant, dense snobs like you."

"Fine, then get away from me, cat boy!"

"Ready and waiting, X-girl."

Amu groaned and then stormed towards the exit. "Idiot!"

"Can I call you later on?"

"NO!" With that, the glass door slammed shut.

Ikuto grinned. "I'm gonna anyways."

~Amu's P.O.V~

I couldn't help but smile the whole walk home. Maybe… he really WAS different.

...I HAD to keep the cat ears. XD But it'll be explained if and ONLY if there's constrictive criticism. It was a bit rushed because I did this late last night, but... I hope you enjoyed perverted cat boy Ikuto and cat-lover Amu! ^_^