Shugo Chara Fan Fiction ❯ Return of the Cat Boy ❯ The Many Thoughts of Two Alley Cats ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: vampgirl8 
More insight to Ikuto, and while the chapter is short, this is but a hint of what is to come...
Anime/Manga: Shugo Chara Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 658 | Visits: 253 | Status: Work In Progress
More insight to Ikuto, and while the chapter is short, this is but a hint of what is to come...
Anime/Manga: Shugo Chara Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 658 | Visits: 253 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Relatively short, but things get much better next chappie.
Ikuto walked slowly down the street, tail twitching behind him. Yoru floated a few feet above him, muttering something about drawings and yarn. He didn’t even try to pay attention; instead, he focused his thoughts on Amu.
That had been the most amazing thing he’d experienced in his life thus far. He’d never seen Amu so…uninhibited. And when she’d kissed him…
Ikuto reached up unconsciously to brush his fingers across his lips. He could still feel the warmth from her mouth, the softness of her skin. At the time, he’d been too shocked to speak. He hadn’t thought Amu capable of such passion-or that she would be able to rid herself of her shy nature like that!
Ikuto frowned suddenly as something occurred to him. Hadn’t she said something about a ‘dream’? What had she meant by that? And she’d been crying too…but they’d seemed to be happy tears.
He paused in his steps, doubt creeping into his thoughts. What if they hadn’t been happy tears? Had he done something to make her upset? Did she not mean it when she said she loved him?
No, he told himself sternly, as he continued walking again. She’d meant it. Why else would she have initiated such a kiss if she didn’t? Sure, she’d called him a scumbag and stomped on his foot, but that had been out of anger that had built up over four years. He couldn’t blame her for that.
Ikuto frowned to himself at the memory of what she’d said. He truly regretted not saying goodbye. He should have, especially if what she’d said had been true and it would have helped her with the pain she’d felt while he’d been gone.
He was still mystified by that fact. She’d missed him while he’d been gone. She cared about him. Loved him. That was much more than he’d expected to find upon his return. He’d thought he’d have to build it up by scratch, woo her, make her fall in love with him.
Then again, he mused, wooing her could still be fun. He could make a game out of it. See how many times he could make Amu blush in one day. And he’d be able to get at her all the time, even in school. After all, he had some tricks up his sleeve, he was an alley cat. If he wanted to be around Amu during school, he would be.
Ikuto smiled to himself as he turned the corner to the street his residence was on.
Tomorrow was going to be a fun day.
Meanwhile, Yoru was caught up in his own thoughts. Miki liked him, that seemed the case, anyway, if her pictures were anything to go by. So, what did he do next? She’d mentioned kissing, but he was just a cat! He had no experience with that type of thing!
He’d just have to take it slow, he assured himself. Maybe get her a present…argh! What kind of thing did you get a girl for a present?! He didn’t know! He had no experience in this area! What could he get his Miki for a gift?
A bag of catnip!
No, Miki wasn’t a cat. She wouldn’t like those things.
A ball of yarn.
No, what would Miki need yarn for? To tie a knot? Yeah, right!
A bowl of milk?
Jeez, that sounded pathetic, even to him.
Yoru sighed, following Ikuto as he turned the corner. This was going to take a lot of thought.
Ikuto walked slowly down the street, tail twitching behind him. Yoru floated a few feet above him, muttering something about drawings and yarn. He didn’t even try to pay attention; instead, he focused his thoughts on Amu.
That had been the most amazing thing he’d experienced in his life thus far. He’d never seen Amu so…uninhibited. And when she’d kissed him…
Ikuto reached up unconsciously to brush his fingers across his lips. He could still feel the warmth from her mouth, the softness of her skin. At the time, he’d been too shocked to speak. He hadn’t thought Amu capable of such passion-or that she would be able to rid herself of her shy nature like that!
Ikuto frowned suddenly as something occurred to him. Hadn’t she said something about a ‘dream’? What had she meant by that? And she’d been crying too…but they’d seemed to be happy tears.
He paused in his steps, doubt creeping into his thoughts. What if they hadn’t been happy tears? Had he done something to make her upset? Did she not mean it when she said she loved him?
No, he told himself sternly, as he continued walking again. She’d meant it. Why else would she have initiated such a kiss if she didn’t? Sure, she’d called him a scumbag and stomped on his foot, but that had been out of anger that had built up over four years. He couldn’t blame her for that.
Ikuto frowned to himself at the memory of what she’d said. He truly regretted not saying goodbye. He should have, especially if what she’d said had been true and it would have helped her with the pain she’d felt while he’d been gone.
He was still mystified by that fact. She’d missed him while he’d been gone. She cared about him. Loved him. That was much more than he’d expected to find upon his return. He’d thought he’d have to build it up by scratch, woo her, make her fall in love with him.
Then again, he mused, wooing her could still be fun. He could make a game out of it. See how many times he could make Amu blush in one day. And he’d be able to get at her all the time, even in school. After all, he had some tricks up his sleeve, he was an alley cat. If he wanted to be around Amu during school, he would be.
Ikuto smiled to himself as he turned the corner to the street his residence was on.
Tomorrow was going to be a fun day.
Meanwhile, Yoru was caught up in his own thoughts. Miki liked him, that seemed the case, anyway, if her pictures were anything to go by. So, what did he do next? She’d mentioned kissing, but he was just a cat! He had no experience with that type of thing!
He’d just have to take it slow, he assured himself. Maybe get her a present…argh! What kind of thing did you get a girl for a present?! He didn’t know! He had no experience in this area! What could he get his Miki for a gift?
A bag of catnip!
No, Miki wasn’t a cat. She wouldn’t like those things.
A ball of yarn.
No, what would Miki need yarn for? To tie a knot? Yeah, right!
A bowl of milk?
Jeez, that sounded pathetic, even to him.
Yoru sighed, following Ikuto as he turned the corner. This was going to take a lot of thought.