Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew or any of the characters said in this story, unfortunately. T.T

Author's note: A new story for Ryou and Ichigo. Sorry guys it kind of took a little bit longer for me to put up a new story 'cause I've been busy with work and also suffered with a writer's block disease. But… here's the new story. Hope you will all like/love it so please support it.

Author's note: Characters in this fic that are/or mentioned will be OOC but I hope that the FLAMERS who don't appreciate OOCness much will refrain themselves from judging harshly. Advice will be much appreciated for future references. This fic is Rated T. Please read and review. Arigato.

Full Summary: Momomiya Ichigo is a successful fashion designer at the city of Tokyo. She suddenly finds herself engaged to the city's most eligible bachelor but Ichigo has a past that includes Ryou Shirogane… the husband she married in high school, who refuses to divorce her. Determined to sever all ties with her past once and for all, Ichigo goes home to Hokkaido. But once she's there…will Ichigo be able to achieve what she came for from the start or will Ichigo thinks that what she has in life now may not be what she wanted after all?

'Thoughts': Flashback

Chapter 1: The Past

Flashback

On a cloudy day at Hokkaido, both 10 year old Momomiya Ichigo and Ryou Shirogane were playing freeze tag…when suddenly Ryou had an idea.

'Hey Strawberry, let's go to the beach.' Ryou said

'Yeah sure Ryou. Then we can continue playing our game there.' replied an excited Ichigo

'Sure, that's the plan. C'mon.' said Ryou while leading the way

So both little Ryou and Ichigo started running towards the beach when suddenly the rain started to fall on them followed by thunder and lightning. Both Ryou and Ichigo didn't care about the rain and still they kept on playing freeze tag…when suddenly the lightning struck on one part of the beach and being the naïve and curious minded children they were, both Ryou and Ichigo took a look.

'Wow…that's cool!' exclaimed Ichigo while getting ready to touch where the lightning struck, but before she ever did Ryou grabbed her hand and said.

'No…don't touch it. It's hot and beside we'll be safe in this spot since everyone knows that lightning never strike in the same place twice.'

'Umm…Ichigo? Little 10 years old Ryou hesitantly asks

'Yeah Ryou.' Ichigo replied while gazing at Ryou's cerulean orbs.

'Will you marry me?' question Ryou

'Ryou, I'm 10 years old and besides I've still got dreams to fulfil.' Replied Ichigo

'But why would you want to marry me for anyhow, Ryou?' Ichigo questions Ryou with a blush on her chibi cheeks.

'Well…so I can kiss you anytime I want.' Ryou replied while grinning

Ichigo stood there mouth agape and a darkened blush on her cheeks that almost put her strawberry hair colour to shame while gazing at Ryou. And that's when she noticed that Ryou was leaning down to kiss her and she's leaning up meeting him half way. Their first kiss lasted for five seconds because of the lightning striking on the same place causing them to jerk away from each other.

End of Flashback

-Present 15 years later-

A rumble of thunder woke the 25 years old Ichigo up from her dream of remembering that time with Ryou. She woke up on a small fashion studio, realising she fell asleep on top of her designs.

'Oh my Kami' mumbled Ichigo

'Hi' Ichigo greets one of her colleagues.

'Hey' reply the colleague

'You know…that accent of your voice is a whole lot thicker when you're dreaming.' Kisshu teased Ichigo while with the rest of her friend giggling and snickering.

Ichigo rolled her eyes at them while saying 'How come you let me fall asleep?'

'Oh, calm down it was only five minutes Ichigo nee-chan na no da.' Purin replied

'What did I say?' ask Ichigo with a sheepish smile on her face

'You said that were all getting big fat raises when you become somebody!' exclaimed Minto

'Ooh, they just bashed the designer Miwa Honjou.' gloated Zakuro who started giggling along with Retasu and Minto.

'Okay, laugh now but that may be us tomorrow in the magazine.' Ichigo said half-serious half-happy that one of her competition got bashed.

'No, not us…but you Ichigo. We just help you with the preparations' said Retasu while handing Ichigo a cup of coffee.

'Alright and thank you guys for that. Also I'll see you at the fashion show tonight.' Ichigo replied whole-heartedly.

'Yeah you'll definitely see all of us there tonight so you better get some rest!' yelled Pai and Taruto in unison.

And with that the gang went separate ways to get rest until the show for Momomiya Ichigo's fashion show design.

-At Ichigo's apartment complex-

Ichigo arrived in her apartment complex to get some rest for her big show. After closing the door with a click she turned around seeing rose petals scattered all on her carpeted floor. While walking across the hallway, she went to her family room which made her smile because on her family room was full of red and white roses. Smiling even more widely, Ichigo walks towards the phone to check if she has any messages…and there was one. But before she played the message she thought of the one that gave her all the flowers.

'Aoyama-kun' gushed Ichigo to herself.

She then pressed the play button and the message played saying…

'Ichigo-chan, there's every rose in that room for every moment I thought of you last night. You must be tired. Listen, knocked them dead tonight at the show and I'll see you there. It's gonna be great. I love you, Ichigo. Can't wait to see you. Goodbye.'

After the message was played, Ichigo smiled brightly definitely looking forward in seeing her Aoyama-kun later tonight at the fashion show.

'Yeah, I can't wait to see you tonight either Aoyama-kun.' Ichigo said to herself.

To be continued…

Author's note: Well that is chapter one of my new story. Please tell me what you think about it. Shall I continue?? Please do tell. Read and Review everyone. It inspires me to know what your thoughts are about this new story. FLAMERS please don't judge and criticise harshly. Arigato minna.

Uchiha Itachi – Uchiha Mika-chan