Fallout {Amuto story}

Understanding Ikuto.

This is the current up to date chapter. In fact I just finished writing it tonight.

A/N: I don't own Shugo chara.

Peach pit owns the manga and Tokyo TV owns the anime.

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Last christmas,

I gave you my heart.

The very next day...

You locked it away.

Amu sighed, bringing her pillow to rest under her chin as she sat upright on the white cot that was her bed.

The even breathing of Utau was comforting, but did little to ward away her confused thoughts.

Everyone seemed like they knew, everyone but her.

She had to admit that over the year she spent with them after training for the longest time,

She had noticed Ikuto avoided certain things.

Such as crowds, people in general, water, alleys when he could and most of all.

Girls.

She couldn't say he liked them, he was a magnet of attention.

He must really hate it, being the stoic person he was.

Amu bit her lower lip in frustration as she stared into the pitch black. Their room was dark, her eyes playing tricks on her as she stared at the wall.

Questions filled her mind, like whenever the holidays were mentioned, he pretended no one had said anything and moved to the next room.

It was irritating, especially frustrating to the pinkette.

Tomorrow was christmas eve.

The presents for her friends sat in a box under her bed. All but Ikuto's.

She didn't know what to get him. Something he needed? What exactly could he need? What were his interests?

That's when the realization occurred. Frozen still in the silence of the night.

Her heart hammered inside her chest, breathing uneven.

Amu realized how very little she actually knew about him,. It wasn't her fault, Ikuto never opened himself up to anyone. Not even Utau, his own sister.

"AUGH!" Amu moaned into her pillow as she stuffed the fluffy object into her face.

Thank god Utau wouldn't wake up. That girl was a heavy sleeper, Amu was pretty much sure an elephant was a lighter sleeper than that girl.

A snore from the blonde on the cot across from her simply assured no chance of waking up.

The ticking of the clock seemed to taunt her.

Amu sighed disenheartened. She was running out of time.

What on earth does one get a stoic, perverted, catlike guy for christmas?

A random thought popped into her head.

You could give him a kiss.

Her face turned red.

Shaking her head to rid the thought Amu pinched herself. "Geez, I'm becoming a pervert like him." She muttered to herself.

Why did I even think that?!

Letting out the absolute fiftieth sigh of the night, Amu swung her legs off the edge of her bed. Wincing as her feet touched the floor, it was like ice! Amu could feel the cold even through her thick woolen socks.