Fallout {Amuto story}

Surprise guests.

A/N: I don't own Shugo chara, or shingeki no kyojin.

The only thing I own is the plot.

How sad.
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Close every door to me. Hide all the world from me, bar all the windows and shut out the light.

Do what you want with me, hate me and laugh at me. Darken my daytime and torture my night.

If my life were important, I, would ask, will I live or die.

But I know the answer lies far from this world~

-Joseph the musical.
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Cold early December wind chilled nearly all the inhabitants of wall Rosa to their very bones.

Tiny glittering snowflakes already started to dust the thatched roofs and cobblestone streets of an unnamed town with few in population.

Utau shivered, nuzzling her freezing cheeks into the fluffy collar of her heavy winter jacket. She hated how the chill creeped in through her thick woolen stockings covered by high laced boots made for trekking.

Her slim fingers were nestled into warm knit mittens and shoved into the cozy pockets of the coat.

The rest of her form was covered with a long sleeved dress that went almost down to her ankles. Made from a forest green fabric, the skirt contained several overlapped layers of cotton slips sewn into the skirt to ensure extra warmth. Completed with a darker tie to go around her waist.

The mission had to be delayed due to the weather, they would be departing in February now. Which meant she and her comrades would be spending christmas in this quaint little town.

Not that Utau really minded.

She never said otherwise.

Her mittened had reached out and grasped the handle of their house. Not technically theirs but the one that their troop was using obviously.

"Ara, It's so fricking cold out!" Utau exclaimed as she stepped into the entryway, quickly shutting the door to keep warm air from escaping the small house.

"No kidding." Came an auburn headed boy's remark, his emerald eyes failed to reach hers. It had been awkward between the two since two weeks ago when their little, Kutau episode had happened.

Although Kukai hadn't actually kissed her, it was weird. Emotions were unexplainable.

Every time she was near him, her heart rate would speed up, nervousness and blushing were uncontrollable.

But he was avoiding her for that reason. It was irritating.

Rima looked up boredly at Utau. "Don't bring the cold in here then, baka." The older blonde rolled her Amythest eyes, Rima had always been like this since they had met in preschool.

Usually the chibi hid her problems and toughen it out. But in a sadistic way.

A pink head poked through the doorway to the kitchen where Amu was aiding master chef in cooking dinner. Ikuto didn't seem that way but dang it that guy could cook!

Thinking about it Amu and him were becoming pretty chummy, Amu hadn't hid behind Utau's skirt like a scared puppy every time Ikuto came in the room for a long time...

Her cheeks, rosy from the heat of the cookstove, were smudged with white flour. Trying to do her best at making biscuits while Ikuto worked on the chicken rice soup. It was rare to have some meat.

"You're pretty late." The pinkette remarked, her honeyed orbs peeking at the wall clock hanging on the plaster wall. It was nearly six thirty.

Utau nodded slowly and Amu receded back to the kitchen with a strange expression on her face. Funny she didn't question.