Hello there. Ichigo meet Ryu and Kish, Kish and Ryu meet Ichigo.
Sometimes it really is hard cross-dressing in a model school when you have pink hair.
And is it just an ordinary school? Who is this guy, Masaya, really?
A/N: I'd like to say that this is a practise fic before I do anything else. I don't like TMM anymore, I'm just using the characters in it. (And they are not going to act like they do in TMM.) Though I'm still a bit interested in the couplings.
Oh, and only so you know. No super powers are involved like in this fic, or at least not of the same kind.
Warning: Rated M. 0 Which means… Mature content. If not now, it will come later.
Disclaimer: I do so not own Tokyo Mew Mew. If I did, Kish would be a little older and my slave. D
Strawberry Dessert
Chapter One
Walking Strawberry Dessert walking into the School of Horrors
The thing was clearly impossible; Ichigo had already told her mother what she thought about it. Surprisingly the before oh so shy little girl had grown up to a hot tempered sixteen year old pink haired lady. Colourful curses where constantly sprouting from her, and there was nothing her poor but evil mother could do about it. Of course she had worried a lot about her daughter, made a big deal out of it and tried every method possible to do something about it. But when the fact that the still short Ichigo also had more manly friends than the poor woman had toes and fingers came out, she just gave up and retreated. Ever since her daughter was little, she had always had an iron will that wouldn't bend behind her shy personality. When the girl was this far into something she wouldn't listen, no matter what her parents said.
But there was one thing her mother wouldn't let Ichigo do, even if she continued to try to talk herself out of it or even hit her.
She was not going to escape from the boarding school for models her parents were going to send her to.
Normally she wouldn't have thought much about it, it wasn't like she and her parents got along well anyway. But there was this teeny, tiny problem…
The school was an all-boys school. You got that right. All. Boys.
Unfortunately, her old woman had taken the opportunity to copy her own technique.
She simply didn't listen, and Ichigo just knew she probably wouldn't even have a clue that her daughter was going to a place full of hot guys for the next following years.
Well, not that she didn't have her own ways of getting out of this situation. After all, she had saved money for years in case her mother would try to get revenge on her for not being a good daughter. She even had enough money to move to another country and live there till she could get a job.
"You're not thinking about getting out of the country, are you?" Ichigo received a glare from the older woman.
"Of course not, why would I?"
"Well, just in case. I just confiscated all your money. It will be sent in small packages to your school every month."
'…Oh crap...'
So there she was. In a male uniform in front of Shibata High, exactly 99, 79 miles from home.
The building in front of her was big, and had absolutely no personality, if you don't count the colour grey as a personality. Everything was in that colour; the building, the ground her feet were stuck on, everything. Also, it was oddly quiet, and it creeped her out.
She let out a heavy sigh, still silently cursing her mother.
Could need some renovation.
Then, all of the sudden she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was only something she did out of an old habit when punks in the streets used to hit on her when she was out late. But the guy didn't stand a chance anyway. In smooth movements she grabbed his arm and spun around so fast that he wouldn't be able to notice what was happening, and before they both knew it he was laying with his face against the ground, with his arm locked in a painful position by the pink haired girl.
"Oh… hey, easy there…" The guy had blond, unruly hair.
Ichigo quickly let go of him when she noticed he was shaking.
"Sorry…" she muttered. "Just an old habit."
He simply sat up and scratched the back of his head. "Yee… You in a gang or something?"
"Used to be." As a girl, though.
The blond boy looked strangely at her face.
"Hey…You really look like… a girl. You got pink hair and really big eyes. Are you sure you're really a guy?"
Ichigo practically fumed. Of course she was a girl! She just couldn't say anything about it…
"Ey. No need to get so upset, I was joking. And it's not like you have boobs, right?"
She watched in horror as he began to stretch his hand out and reach for her chest. The straps that were supposed to flatten her body wasn't entirely doing they're job. If anyone tried to make sure she was a guy now, she'd be drowning in troubles. (Of course her mother had made sure to blackmail her for various reasons.)
Quickest solution for the problem: Hit him with all your might.
"WHAT THE HELL! DAMN STRAIGHT I DON'T!"
"Oww… what was that for…?" he whined.
"Because you're an idiot." She grumbled.
Man, this guy will be troublesome. What a pain.
That was new. Nobody ever hit him. Because he was the richest guy you could find in a radius of 100 km. Get Ryu mad, and you'd be dead. That was what everybody thought.
This was clearly interesting.
It was a plus that the boy was really cute too.
So what was he going to do about it? Get the cutipie of course!
And that was when another person appeared.
Damn that Kish.
He hated him.
Absolutely hated him.
"Oh, Ryu", a black haired boy said with a cheeky grin. "Pissing people off, as usual?"
"Shut up, Kish."
Ichigo just stayed at the same spot. Even though she still was mad, she just couldn't help staring at the boys with fascination as they began to hit each other, just like small kids. She almost smiled for a moment. Key word: Almost.
Because it also irritated her to no end.
"Will you both just shut the fuck up!"
Within three seconds, their heads had been knocked together three times. Hard.
They just stared at her. And she glared at them.
"…What?" the one with the blond messy hair asked stupidly.
And the other one just remained silent.
"You'll give people around here the world's biggest headaches if you continue with your little lovers spat. Please be a little more considerate, okay?" Ichigo said coolly, focusing her eyes on the duo with a killer glare.
Ryu looked at her. His mouth was hanging open, and he looked really surprised. "…Huh?"
…
…
Not good, Ryu.
Not good at all.
…
Very bad, actually.
"I", it began sweetly, "said", it continued as sweetly as ever, and then… "BE A FUCKING BIT MORE CONSIDERATE PRETTYBOY! ARE YOU FRIGGIN' DEAF OR SOMETHING! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?"
Hell was loose.
And Ryu regretted learning how to let it loose.
A smile graced the other boy's lips.
"I like you", Kish said.
As soon as that was said, time stopped. Because Ichigo suddenly felt something wet, soft and warm on her cheek. Her eyes widened in shock. And then there was a hand touching the other half of her face.
Was Kish licking her!
Oh God, no.
"Yeah, that's right. I'm licking you." His voice was filled with amusement, as if he was reading her thoughts. "I wonder if those pink lips will taste like strawberry…"
Get the Fuck out of my face, get the fuck out of my face, get the fuck out of my face, get the fuck out of my face, get the fuck out of my face, get the fuck out of my face, get the fuck out of my face, get the fuck out of my face, get the fuck out of my face, get the fucking FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!
She took a deep breath.
"WHAT THE BEEP DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, BEEEEEEPing PERVERT! GET THE BEEEEP OFF ME!"
That was the first near-death-experience Kish ever had.
And after Ichigo had finished, she realized something.
She was still holding Ryu's hair in a firm grip.
And also that he was half dead.
Well, it didn't matter.
"Yosh! I guess I'll get him to show me the school then!" A cheerful smile plastered itself all over her face.
The third thing she realized was that it could be some fun going to this school, Shibata High.
Or maybe it wasn't that much fun.
Ichigo was currently being introduced to class 1C by a very frightened teacher. She didn't know why, but she still thought that he looked absolutely terrified. As if he didn't want to be there at all. But how could he be so afraid, when the class only where a bunch of pretty boys? She believed it wasn't anything to be scared of.
"Ichigo-chan! I have a question!"
Ichigo-chan…?
"What?" she asked, mildly irritated.
"Are you a girl?"
"Hell, no!"
Yes. Idiot.
"Then, are you gay?"
"No."
"That's too bad."
Laughter was heard in the classroom.
The girl didn't say a thing. But she succeeded to glare at all of the future models, even though she was blushing madly.
"Oh, that's so cute!"
"Is he going to be a male model? With that girly-looking face!"
"I wanna squeeze him to death!"
"Looks like strawberry dessert."
The heck…?
An uneasy feeling was spreading in her stomach. What exactly was with this class?
But then again, it was the best not to worry too much. Instead, she concentrated on finding an empty seat.
She found it, and walked over.
And again, she couldn't help but thinking that something was very strange in this place, because as soon as she came close to that seat, everything became oddly quiet.
"Can I sit here?"
"Sure."
It looked like a nice guy. Black hair, dark eyes and a cool expression on his face.
He nodded politely at her when she sat down.
"I'm Masaya. Nice to meet you."
She nodded. Heavy silence followed, and was only broken by the frightened teacher, who had started teaching by now.
Was this class more than just an ordinary class?
Something just felt… so wrong.
She felt gazes in her back, and then she suddenly heard someone whisper:
"Poor kid…"
The tears were rolling down her cheeks.
And there she sat, in the darkness, hoping that nobody would see her.
How was she supposed to handle this?
It was already night, but she couldn't think straight, and she couldn't get the feeling that made her tremble with fear go away.
It had grown bigger and bigger every minute since she took the seat beside Masaya.
Silence.
The air was hard to breath, thicker than ever, swirling around her like a sea.
Was she drowning?
Poor kid…
Masaya…
Whispers.
Was he the one who…?
She was shaking like a leaf, clutching her forehead with both hands.
Give me a break…!
It was like the whole world was dancing to a nightmare melody.
Her head hurt.
Footsteps…?
There was a light sound of feet against the floor, coming closer and closer.
Outside the window, it stopped.
And Ichigo lifted her head too see better, but feared to move.
Her eyes widened.
It was him, Masaya. She didn't see him clearly in the darkness, but she knew it was him.
And he knew she was there.
Why am I so frightened of him?
The dark boy didn't even turn to look at her.
Everything froze for a moment. He smiled, a frosty smile, like the iciest winter.
After what felt like an eternity, he took one step forward and started to walk away.
And still, when the sound of his footsteps had died, her heartbeats were echoing in her ears.
A/N: Yosh! First chapter done. :D
R & R, please. Or else I won't continue writing.>D
Not that anyone will like this fic much anyway… T.T
(goes hunting mutated pancakes)
Hmm… Btw, did I mention that I'm Swedish :D …Now that you know that, please don't complain too much about spelling and grammar errors…pwease... :D