Shugo Chara Fan Fiction ❯ Return of the Cat Boy ❯ Your Warmth Fills My Heart Once More ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

made it nearly impossible to speak with him. Today, though, as they’d followed Amu around, he’d been talking more, and a smile had been present almost every time Yoru’d looked at him.
Yoru reached the egg, and slowly lifted the lid.
“Hee, kawaii,” he said when he first glimpsed the sleeping Miki. She looked cute, her face smooth and peaceful in sleep.
Yoru closed the egg behind him, careful not to nudge her while he moved. The egg was small, but with her curled up at the bottom asleep, there was just enough space for him to hover above her at the top. He reached for the drawing pad, and opened it carefully.
A/N: And now we're back to Amu! Things certainly are heating up.

Amu slowly opened her eyes at the soft thump of something hitting the floor. She hadn’t really been asleep, just lying with her eyes closed-thinking like she always did.
Amu sat up to look at what had fallen, and her eyes widened. She must have been asleep, if the sight before her eyes was to be believed. There was no way in real life that this could be true.
Because it was Ikuto bending down to pick up her notebook.
“Ikuto?” Amu whispered softly.
He stiffened, his head shooting up to look at her.
Oh, God, those eyes, Amu thought. They were just like she remembered. So dark and deep and mysterious., but they were intelligent, too. And right now, as he looked at her, there was an odd look of shock, with what seemed to be affection hidden just beneath the surface.
That just made her theory that this was all a dream more likely. Amu remembered Ikuto looking at her in the past with bits of tender emotion in his gaze, but never with full-fledged affection like he was now. In her mind, it wasn’t possible.
Ikuto stood to his full height, setting the notebook on the desk. He was slightly taller than she remembered, but that was okay. Her mind was just making up for four years of absence.
Amu crawled off the bed to stand next to it, her eyes focusing on his in the dark. She let every single bit of emotion she’d felt since he left swarm her, so it showed clearly on her face. Ikuto blinked a bit, his eyes widening. Amu took a step forward, and he stepped back.
Amu smirked, a first for her. “This isn’t how I pictured it. The Ikuto I know would have already teased me a thousand times by now.” She lurched forward and pushed him back so he bumped into the desk, her usual shy and reserved nature completely missing. This was her dream, and God dammit, she was gonna enjoy it!
Amu pinned his hands to either side on the desk with her own, as she leaned up and kissed his neck. She was going to use this opportunity to do everything she’d wanted to do, say everything she’d wanted to say, and feel everything she’d wanted to feel since he’d been gone.
“You know, Ikuto-kun-” she said, then sighed, “kun. I’ve wanted to call you that for four years now. I finally have the chance…” Amu moved down to snuggle her face in his chest. It felt so warm. “Anyway, I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time. I’m going to use this dream as a chance to say it! You are the lowest thing on this planet. You’re a filthy scum-bag!”
Ikuto stiffened in response to her words, shock and a large amount of confusion covering his features before it melted into a familiar emotionless expression. Amu smirked at it. “Yeah, you really suck. You didn’t even bother to say goodbye.” She expressed her anger at this from the four years he’d been gone by stamping hard on his foot, digging her heel into it. Ikuto jumped, wincing in pain.
“Such simple words. ‘See you’, ‘so long’, ‘goodbye’, ‘I’m leaving’, ‘sayonara’. Simple, yet if you had said even one of these, it could have made the pain so much easier to bare!” She pressed her face into his shoulder. “Idiot, Ikuto-kun.”
Ikuto didn’t move. He was completely still against her, only his chest moving with his breathing. She stayed like that for a few minutes, just breathing in his musky, night-time scent, one she’d missed after so long without. Then she moved up to whisper in his ear. “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, Ikuto. So long” She moved closer and nibbled his ear-his weak spot, he’d once said, what seemed like forever ago.
“Ikuto-kun,” she said when he shivered, “I love you.” She moved to kiss along his jaw. “I want you.” Tears gathered in her eyes as she now moved to stare into his eyes, which were the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Right now, they were so warm, so tender, with just a small hint of confusion and amazement.
“I missed you.”
She closed her eyes and kissed him, with every bit of love and passion she’d stored away over the years. His lips were so soft, it seemed almost real. Amu pressed closer to him, wanting to feel more before she woke up. This was such a wonderful dream, such an amazing dream.
Amu nibbled his lower lip, her hands moving to wrap around his neck. One of them moved to tangle into his dark blue locks, which glinted in the moonlight shining through the balcony door. She used this hand to press him closer, if that were possible.
Her tongue slipped from her mouth to trace the edges of his lips, and she felt him relax against her and his arms wrap around her waist to make a feeble attempt at the impossible, pulling them closer together. He opened his mouth, and she pushed her tongue inside, exploring every inch of him before tangling it with his. She felt one of his hands in her hair.
Amu felt tears fall down her cheeks, a warmth that mingled with the one from the fire he was stirring within her. She was so happy. She savored the taste of him-which was like his scent. The taste of night, silky, smooth, and sweet, with an underlying sense of warmth and heat. She loved it. She could become addicted to it.
She broke off the kiss slowly, her lips clinging to his like they didn’t want to let go. She didn’t want them to. Amu moved her hands to clutch at his chest, her happiness so strong it made her tears flow faster. Ikuto rubbed her back with his hands, cradling her against him. She felt so strong in his arms. So safe. She could take on the world if he was holding her.
Amu felt Ikuto pick her up and carry her to the bed, but only distantly. She was starting to drift away, her tears having left her weaker than a moment before. Amu felt him draw the covers up her shoulders, and heard the faint creak of springs as he lay next to her, enveloping her in his arms. A few moments later, just before she was completely gone, she felt the arms retreat, the happiness leaving with it.
Amu felt the sadness creep in to take it’s place, and a single tear rolled down her cheek at the knowledge that she’d have to wake up in the morning, and that the dream was over. That in a mere few hours she’d have to go back to reality, without Ikuto by her side. She knew the cost of having the dream would make her pay dearly, making her cry alone at night a few times before the pain would fade. But she didn’t regret it.
As Amu finally fell fully into sleep, she vaguely wished she wouldn’t wake up in the morning.



Miki was shocked at what she saw when she opened the egg-so shocked, the only thing she’d been able to say was the name of the cat Chara. “Yoru?”
“Hee, that’s me!” he replied, that stupid, but adorable, grin on his face.
Miki merely stared another few seconds before she finally noticed what he had in his hand. “My drawing pad!”
“Yep,” he said, holding it up and looking at the pictures. “You’re very good, nya!”
Miki flushed scarlet, a color that seemed odd with all the blue she had on. “G-give that back!” she exclaimed, reaching for it.
Yoru flew up higher to where she couldn’t reach him. “Ah, ah, ah!” He flipped through a few of them before settling on one. “This is my favorite.”
She looked at the picture he flashed her way, growing a darker shade of red at his choice. It was one she’d drawn recently, and showed the two of them sitting on a big ball of string holding hands. They were leaning against each other, eyes closed and smiling. It was her favorite, too, but the fact that Yoru liked it…
“Give it back!” she repeated, flying up to Yoru to take it from him.
He dodged her, twitching his tail. “Too slow!”
She continued chasing him, until he stopped suddenly and widened his eyes. Miki followed his gaze and widened her eyes as well at what she saw. Amu and Ikuto were kissing, their hands tangled in each others hair.
“Disgusting!” Yoru said, sticking his tongue out to prove his point.
“You mean there’s no one you want to kiss?” Miki asked. She actually thought it was a beautiful sight. The moonlight shining through the open balcony door behind them, outlining their entwined figures. Tears glistened on Amu’s cheeks, and Ikuto’s dark hair shone. It was magnificent.
“No! Of course not, nya! W-well, I mean,” Miki looked at him, and was surprised to see that his face was pink and his dark blue cat ears were drooping, his tail wrapping around to the front as he fiddled with his paws, “maybe. There might be, umm, one person…just a little.”
His rant made little sense, but it got the point across to Miki that Yoru liked someone. A flash of envy filled her with that realization. She wanted to be the one Yoru stammered like that for. But before she could question him further, so as to get the details on who her competition was, Yoru suddenly flew forward with a quick, “Ikuto’s leaving! Gotta go…Miki!”
Miki watched him fly off with Ikuto, closing the door behind them. As she settled down into her egg, Miki felt happy. Happier than she’d felt in a while. She knew Amu would be happier too, now that Ikuto was back.
Miki drifted back into sleep, her last thought being that she liked it when Yoru said her name.