*I've never written a fanfiction before, and I've had this story idea in my head for awhile now, so I'm going to try and write as much of it as I can. Don't be afraid to critique or give me suggestions. I would very much appreciate it.*
It was another starless night. Ichigo walked down the park's concrete path to the café. She felt uneasy as if there was a hole slowly forming in her stomach. She put her hand on the café door and pushed. It opened with an unsettling creak.
"Hello?" she asked.
The room was pitch black.
She flipped open her cell phone, hoping to shed some light around herself. The soft glow of the phone brought to life the shadows of the surrounding chairs and tables. The new darkness seemed to dance across the green and cream-colored walls like ghosts.
Ichigo trembled, her stomach churning. "Ryou, I got your text," she called out. "Extra pay for extra work, right?" She looked around, there didn't seem to be anyone around.
Slowly, something felt as if it was draining from her. The sensation in her stomach traveled up into her chest, sapping the warmth from her skin. The strange feeling instinctively caused her tail to take form, where it immediately puffed up to keep warm.
"Just sleep," came a voice. "It'll be over soon…"
Ichigo spun around, looking for the source of the voice? Her red pigtails were suddenly pushed back by attentive feline ears.
"Who's there?" she shouted.
A soft pink mist began to creep into the room, enveloping everything in its path. Every inch the mist came closer to her, the more energy it sapped.
"I, I can't breathe…" she panted, sinking to the floor. "What's happening?"
Ichigo's eyes flew open. The draining sensation on her chest and the pink glow faltered for a moment, allowing her to get her bearings. She was in her bed, wrapped up in a pink comforter. Floating directly above her was a very familiar face framed with deep green hair. His right hand was raised and in it was a fading pink light. She sat up
"YOU!" she boomed, ears and tail springing out as if on command.
The green haired boy smiled sheepishly. "Sup?" he asked, as if he was trying to sound cool.
Ichigo hissed, the cat part of her taking control. Her tail puffed up furiously and her nails grew into claws. Before he could do anything, she swiped at him, just barely missing his face.
"GET OUT!" she shouted.
The boy sprung backward in mid-air through a portal. A muffled "Damnit!" echoed through the room.
With the danger gone, Ichigo clutched at her heart and panted. That had been close, too close. Leaning over to her bedside table she turned on the lamp, illuminating the room and a framed photo of her and a tan skinned boy with deep brown eyes. She grabbed her cell phone and shakily dialed a number.
"Hey, this is Ryou Shirogane. If you called to ask for money, you can go ahead and hang up. If this call is actually important, then here's the beep."
The phone beeped.
"Ryou?" asked Ichigo, her voice trembling. I think we might have a problem. The Cyniclons are getting bolder, call me back." She pressed the red button and put the phone down.
Without turning the light back off, she wrapped herself in her bedsheets and let out a small whimper.
"One day this is gonna get us all killed isn't it?" she whispered.