Enemy Mine?

Chapter 1: Situation

Disclaimer/Author's Note: *Hey people, it's me, Aelerra. I'm just here to say that I do NOT own Tokyo Mew Mew, or many of the characters. Don't sue me! I'm only 13 years old. Special thanks to my Beta, Alpha Flyer. Thank you, Alpha Flyer! I just hope you enjoy my story. It's my first one, and I hope to be able to make more, and possibly a sequel to this one. And some apologies for out-of-character behaviour. I can't seem to mimic any personalities other than my own. But in the meantime, read and review, and hopefully comment on your favourite (or least favourite) part. Oh, and I should also note that, well, I'm not Japanese, and I don't understand the terms of names based on rank, family or whatever. So, they're just going to refer to each other by first name. And, I'm also going to say that I only watched the TV show, so please forgive me for any manga-nonsensical nonsense that happens.

So, enjoy the story!*

Ichigo was walking down the street to her school, swinging a book bag back and forth in her hands. It was a cold day. There was a powerful wind whipping around her feet and there were ominous dark clouds in the sky, threatening to start a heavy downpour at any second. Ichigo was kicking a pebble as she was strolling along and whistling to herself. She turned to the sky, and suddenly she had the sensation that she was being watched.

Knowing my weird life, I probably am being watched. Ichigo thought to herself, and she continued walking and whistling.

Ichigo walked past a tall, leafy tree. Once again, she had the sensation of a pair of eyes boring into her as she was walking. She whipped her head around, causing her cherry-red hair to fly around and get in her dark brown eyes. She turned her head in every direction, seeing nothing but the trees, the clouds and the street she had already walked, as well as some dust and dead leaves blowing around in the wind. Ichigo shrugged off the feeling and kept going.

Don't want to be late for school again. Ichigo forced herself to smile, though it was a very feeble smile.

Behind the leaves of the large tree, a pair of large, golden eyes were just barely visible. They blinked and a voice from behind them sighed heavily.

"Ichigo, my Kitten, what will I have to do for you before you realize?" the voice murmured.

The small, thin shape of Kisshu's face emerged from the leaves that were guarding it from Ichigo's eyes moments before. Unseen and unheard, he had flown out from his hiding place and moved to a new one, closer to Ichigo's position. At this point, Ichigo was starting to get a little alarmed at the feeling. The hair on the back of her neck was standing on end as she looked around once more. She saw something dart into a shadow out of the corner of her eye. Ignoring her current task (which was, for the curious, to get to school on time…), she decided to scope out the area for her pursuer. Ichigo ran toward the shadow where the figure she had seen had taken refuge, and she began to look around. She heard the sound of a twig snapping, and her cat ears and tail popped out in surprise. As a reflex, her hands flew up to the ears to make an attempt to cover them, giving her pursuer enough time to shoot up the tree that was casting the shadow. Ichigo looked up at the branches of the tree. She saw mainly twigs, branches, a few speckles of darkness and a whole mess of leaves. However, she also saw a very, very familiar silhouette, cleverly hiding itself. She took a deep breath.

"Kisshu, get down here now." Ichigo groaned.

Kisshu listened to her as he descended from the tree, stopping about an inch from the ground. He smirked, showing his pointy teeth at the corners of his mouth.

"How did you know it was me?" His smile widened.

"Took a wild guess. Now, would you mind telling me why you're following me?" Ichigo asked, her voice full of contempt.

"Felt like it." Kisshu shrugged, leaning up against the trunk of the tree. "I wanted to talk to you, so I was looking for a good opportunity to scare you a little. By the way, did it work?"

Ichigo's face was flushing a beet red. "Well, I'm talking to you now. What do you want with me?" she asked as her hands flew to her sides.

"Not much, just thought we could chat or something. It's been a little while since I've heard your voice, or even seen you for that matter," he began to say, when he was promptly interrupted by Ichigo.

"Might I ask why you care?"

Kisshu's smile faded. He then leaned forward and placed a hand on Ichigo's cheek. She slapped it away.

"It seems that everything I do angers you." Kisshu frowned, a confused look in his eyes.

"Stop following me. Then maybe I'll be willing to talk to you. But not before then. Besides, haven't you annoyed me enough the past year?" Ichigo explained.

"Man, you know how to hurt a guy. I go out of my way to come here so we can talk, and you brush me off." Kisshu said, obviously trying to be serious. However, the slight teasing tone in his voice gave him away. He was enjoying this.

"I need to get to school, I can't talk right now." Ichigo shook her head, sending her hair flying around in the breeze.

Kisshu didn't say anything. What he did do, however, was look at the sky, grab her wrist and teleport with her in his hand. When they arrived at his destination seconds later, Ichigo almost screamed, but Kisshu's hand flung itself up to her mouth to stifle her shriek.

"Ssshhh!" Kisshu whispered. But before Ichigo could ask him where they were, he was already gone. Ichigo took a second to realize where she was, but only a second. She was behind another tree, but this one was…

"OH GOD! I'm late for school!" Ichigo panicked as she ran out from behind the tree and into the doors of her school.

Ichigo began to look around the hallways, only to find that the hallways were deserted. Not a single person was at their lockers, hanging around or getting ready for classes. Ichigo dropped her book bag at her feet as she moaned and fell to her knees. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a knife flew right past where her head was seconds before. The knife stuck in the wall opposite the hallway. Ichigo's eyes flew wide open as she noticed that she had only just missed being impaled by it. There was a dark, mysterious shape standing right behind her. Her heart began to beat faster.

Suddenly, another shape threw itself at her, saving her from another knife that would've struck the exact point where her heart was. Then the other shape howled in pain. She hustled to her feet and began to run away, when she noticed some sort of liquid, making its way across the floor.

Blood.

Ichigo forced herself to turn around and face her assailant. She couldn't quite make out its face, so she did something she thought she would definitely regret later. She ran up to the attacker, dodging another knife in the process. When she was close enough, Ichigo leaped into the air and landed with both feet on the attacker's toes. Let me tell you, it wasn't a gentle landing. It was a stomp of the "rather fierce" variety, the kind where you stomp with your heel, as well as bending your knees in the jump and flexing them as you're landing. This kind of stomp, I've preformed before, and it HURTS your victim. The attacker cried out in pain, and vanished a second later. Ichigo then turned around, and what she saw scared the living daylights out of her.

The shape that knocked her out of the way was Kisshu, and he was lying semi-conscious on the floor with a knife in his leg. He was also (notably) lying in a pool of what looked to be his own blood. Ichigo nearly fainted at the sight of him, sprawled on the ground breathing heavily. Instead, however, she raced up to him and knelt down.

"Why would you do that?" Ichigo stammered. "Why would you knock me out of the way like that?"

"So… a shadow can come in handy…" Kisshu groaned, barely making any audible words. "I did it… so you wouldn't get hit…"

Ichigo was shocked. Then, she began to cry a little as she tore off a part of her school uniform and placed it on Kisshu's wound. It was a futile attempt though, for the cloth was soaked in a matter of seconds. Kisshu raised his hand and placed it on the part of her body he could reach from where he was lying, which was her thigh. Then, everything went fuzzy as he teleported both of them away from the school.

Kisshu had teleported them to a strange place. They were in the center of a floor that looked like it was made of some sort of stone, but it was glowing. The walls were glass. Through them, Ichigo could see millions of stars. There were control panels covered in strange symbols all over the place, and there were what appeared to be floating stairs leading to platforms.

Ichigo stopped taking in what she was observing for a second and looked down at a very unconscious Kisshu, who was still bleeding. Ichigo gasped. She picked him up and began to look everywhere for something she could use. Eventually, she came to a door which led to a very messy room. It had a bed in it, so Ichigo took it and put it to good use. She set Kisshu down on the floor as she rushed to tear off the blankets and sheets. She then threw the blankets aside, to the corner of the room. She lifted Kisshu up to the bed and set him down on it. Ichigo bit down on her bottom lip hard. Then she closed her eyes and pulled the knife out of Kisshu's leg. More blood began to gush out, and he was beginning to look paler than usual. Ichigo took the sheets and wrapped them lightly around Kisshu's bleeding leg.

That's going to have to do for now… Ichigo thought to herself as she paced the room, groping around her mind for something to do about the situation at hand. Look for water. Yes, water's good. Look for some water. She snapped her fingers and ran out of the room. She began to walk what she thought at this point to be a hallway, peering into doorways for a bathroom or something of the same nature. Ichigo began to panic slightly, until she had finally opened a door that led to what looked like a large, crystal fountain. Ichigo made a relieved sound of sorts as she ran into the fountain room. There were a few bowls on a table on the inside of the room. She took one and dunked it into the water, which was quite cold to touch, like there was ice in it. The bowl came out full of the icy liquid.

"That'll have to do for now…" Ichigo mumbled to herself as she walked back toward the room with Kisshu in it.

Should I check out the other rooms so I won't have to later? Ichigo wondered to herself. Shortly after, however, she gave herself a mental slap in the face. Kisshu's dying back there, and you want to explore? Forget it! Save him first!

Ichigo arrived back at the room. She cleared off a table and placed the bowl full of water on it. She turned to the foot of the bed. There was a dresser of drawers up against the wall. Ichigo smiled.

"Ah!" she exclaimed. She walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers near the middle. Inside were some messily folded clothes that looked like Kisshu's regular attire.

This must be his bedroom. Ichigo thought to herself. She lifted Kisshu's leg and set it on the open drawer, after emptying it so he wouldn't bleed all over his clothes. But she had just thrown them on the floor. After propping his leg up, Ichigo tore off another part of her uniform and wet it in the bowl of water. She then unwrapped the sheet around his wound. Part of the sheet was stained red. Kisshu had stopped bleeding, but Ichigo wasn't sure whether or not this was a good thing, considering how much blood there was earlier. She took the soaked piece of fabric and began to clean the blood off of his leg. Just now, Ichigo was realizing that she was going to lose her uniform entirely if she kept this up. She tried to shake off the thought of being naked when Kisshu woke up.

Or if… No, don't think that way! Wait, what am I saying? Kisshu's my enemy! What do I care if he dies? Ichigo thought to herself, biting her nails. She took another look at Kisshu, lying on his bed, totally unconscious. Ichigo shook her head. I care a lot if he dies after saving my life, at the risk of his own. Then Ichigo thought about it for a second. Like he's done on several other occasions…

Ichigo shook off the thought as she re-wrapped the bed sheet around Kisshu's leg. Ichigo then turned to the garments she had tossed aside earlier. She sighed quietly.

"Why me? I'm a good person. Why can't my life be normal?" Ichigo muttered to herself. She sighed, bending down to pick up a set of Kisshu's clothes. She gnawed at the inside of her cheek, breathing heavily, trying not to say anything about the way she felt about the current situation. That was, embarrassed as Hell. She left the room muttering profanities under her breath. She felt weird about changing clothes in the same room as Kisshu, even if he was unconscious.

Ichigo had changed into Kisshu's clothes. They were a bit tight and they smelled of Kisshu as well as some sort of moss, but they were otherwise a good fit. She felt really weird wearing these, but it would have to do. Ichigo slumped back into the bedroom and plopped herself down on the floor and waited.

Ichigo was hungry. It had been two days since Kisshu had teleported the two of them to this place, which Ichigo had at this point realized was a spaceship of some kind. It had also been two days since he had fallen unconscious. Ichigo had started to get extremely worried after he hadn't woken up before she went to sleep the first night. Not that she could tell it was night, because they were in space, but she fell asleep when she got tired. She had searched the ship over and over and over again for food, but she didn't find anything she was sure was edible. Ichigo was sitting on the edge of the bed, constantly checking Kisshu's pulse. He was definitely still alive, but Ichigo wasn't sure how long he could last without water. She had tried pouring some water into his mouth, but it just flowed back out.

I mean, the aliens have made it evident that they can survive without oxygen… Ichigo set her head in her hands and attempted to use the thought for optimism. It wasn't exactly working.

What do I do? Ichigo thought, sniffling a little. Her stomach was roaring with hunger. Ichigo couldn't take it. She began to shake, her body being racked with sobs. Suddenly, she heard a quiet muttering sound from behind her, and suddenly, she perked up. Ichigo whipped her head around to face Kisshu.

"…mmm… whuz… whuz-uh… hmm…" he muttered something unintelligible. Ichigo grinned, tears still flowing from her eyes. She practically fell on Kisshu, which caused him to grunt and shut his eyes tightly. Then, before she could do anything otherwise, Ichigo kissed Kisshu right on the lips. His lips were strangely warm, but they were soft. The moment she realized what she was doing, though, she stopped. However, she couldn't stop being overjoyed at Kisshu's survival.

"Kisshu! You're alive!" Ichigo beamed, pulling Kisshu up and toward her body, squeezing him like a rag doll. This caused him to open his eyes a little, and make some more murmuring noises. The first thing he noticed was the fact that Ichigo was clinging to him like a periwinkle. The second thing was the fact that she was wearing his clothes. This made Kisshu chuckle a little bit to himself.

She's happy I'm alive! Kisshu thought as his face brightened up. And, to top it all off, she kissed me! This was potentially Kisshu's best day ever. However, he then felt a sharp pain in his head and the feeling, along with his smile, disappeared.

"I hope I'm alive anyway… I don't feel it." Kisshu mumbled, rubbing his temples with his semi-free hands. "What happened?"

"I went to school… and then I got attacked by someone or something that threw knives. You saved my life by pushing me out of the way, I guess. You took one of its knives in your leg." Ichigo gestured toward Kisshu's leg. "Then it vanished, and you teleported us here. Then I realized that it was a Saturday, and this incident shouldn't have happened at all. That was two days ago." Kisshu's eyes widened.

"I was asleep for two days?" Kisshu stammered. "Oh, God! You must be starving!"

Ichigo nodded slightly, looking downwards at her feet. Kisshu threw himself off the bed, wincing in pain as he landed on his injured leg. Ichigo got up to support him before he collapsed onto the ground.

"Why don't you just tell me what to look for, and I'll go get it." Ichigo gave a light chuckle.

"Uh… Yeah. Umm… Let's see… We're in my bedroom, so… Go down the stairs and the wall you're facing at the bottom. Go to it, and walk along it. The first door on your left, you go inside. There's a whole bunch of stuff. You can eat anything but the furniture." Kisshu explained. "Don't eat the furniture." He muttered, attempting to ease the tension that was hovering in the air all around them. Ichigo smiled and begun to head off, when Kisshu asked something. "Can you bring me back something too, please?"

Ichigo nodded, then stopped, turning back to Kisshu.

"Why don't you just fly there?"

"I can't seem to. I tried that when I got up, that's why I fell. And I obviously can't walk, so I have to stay here for a while." Kisshu replied. He looked at Ichigo, once again noticing the fact that she was in his clothes. Kisshu licked his top lip a little. The action was so quick, if you were to blink you would have missed it. "Could you tell me why you're in my clothes?"

"I used up the fabric of my uniform in cleaning the blood off your wound, so I put on your clothes." Ichigo explained. "You're a size smaller than I am." Kisshu cracked a smile and stifled a small laugh.

"Sorry for holding you up. Go eat something." Kisshu was staring at her. He was now looking around his room, observing what Ichigo had been doing for the past two days. He noticed how neat his room was compared to how he'd left it before. Everything was still in piles, but they were neat piles. Kisshu was sort of thankful for this. He had forgotten how large this room was. He noticed that a few of his sketches were lying around on a couple of the tables and vice versa.

Ichigo must've been going through them… he thought to himself, his face taking on a worried expression. He didn't want her to look at his drawings. His drawings of his life. The Mew Mews, his friends, his family, his home, and Ichigo. But mostly Ichigo. He groaned and fell back onto his bed, hitting it with a light thump.

"Craaap…" Kisshu mumbled into his pillow. He rolled over on his back and looked at the ceiling, a small frown on his face. He waited for a few seconds, then sat up. He looked at his wounded leg. It was covered by his bed sheet, which had a coat of dried blood on it. Kisshu sighed. He began to unwrap the makeshift bandage. There was a scar on his left leg. It was clean, but it was very visible that the gash had been a deep one.

"Why was I chosen for this mission? If I hadn't been, my life would sure as Hell be easier to understand…" Kisshu thought out loud.

But it would definitely be a lot more boring… he thought, a smirk taking over the frown that had settled on his face.

Meanwhile, Ichigo was stuffing her face with alien food. At this point, she didn't care if a human metabolism couldn't handle it or if it could. She was just starving. However much she was eating, Ichigo was making absolutely sure she didn't get anything on Kisshu's clothes. They weren't hers, after all. Ichigo grabbed what looked like an apple crossed with a lemon. It tasted more like a lemon, but it was very filling. Ichigo picked up a couple more of them to bring back to the room. As she was climbing the stairs, she stopped in her tracks and touched the fingers of her free hand to her lips.

I kissed Kisshu. Why did I kiss him? WHY? Ichigo wondered. But for whatever the reason, she had enjoyed the kiss. What am I thinking? I love Masaya! I wouldn't just abandon him for my worst enemy! Ichigo shook off the feeling and continued walking, only to immediately stop again.

If Kisshu's my worst enemy, then why was I begging him to be alive for nearly three days?

Ichigo opened the bedroom drawer to Kisshu, who was sitting up on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. This action was only visible for a second, because he stopped when he heard the door opening. But that small second was enough for Ichigo to see him like this.

"What's wrong?" Ichigo asked, throwing Kisshu the lemonfruit. He caught it, and turned to Ichigo, blushing slightly. Out of rage or embarrassment, Ichigo couldn't tell.

"Did you go through my sketches?" Kisshu asked her, his voice neutral.

"I didn't know I wasn't supposed to… But if it helps, they're all very good." Ichigo answered, sitting down next to him. She was blushing too. "You drew me a lot."

"Yeah. I guess I do, I like to draw you." Kisshu replied. He tried to stand up, and succeeded for a few seconds before his bad leg gave way and he had to sit back down. "We need to find some way to contact your family and your friends. By now they'll be worried sick. Help me up." He held out his arm, and Ichigo grabbed it and pulled Kisshu into a standing position. He balanced on his good leg, attempting to put minimal pressure on his bad leg. Eventually, it was possible for him to stand. Then Ichigo helped Kisshu into the hallway and down the stairs. He motioned where to go, and eventually, they reached the command room.

Kisshu groaned and plopped himself into a chair in front of a large window viewing into the starry black sky and control panel, which was covered in the strange symbols from various places on the ship. His fingers began to dart around the control panel. Ichigo placed her hand on Kisshu's shoulder, and he froze. He turned to Ichigo and was seriously tempted to tell her something about his way of life. But, he just shook it off and continued typing, until she began to massage his shoulders.

"Are you giving me a massage?" Kisshu asked her quietly.

"You looked like you needed one. You're very stressed out." Ichigo replied.

"On my planet, a simple touch is a symbol of extreme care for someone." Kisshu blurted out, before he could stop himself. Ichigo's eyes widened as she withdrew her hands from his shoulders. Kisshu stifled a (if you may please forgive the childish expression…) FacePalm (a FacePalm is when you hit your forehead in a manner as to say 'Oh SHIT why did I even say that?') as he continued typing.

Ichigo removed her hands from Kisshu's shoulders, her face turning red. After a few seconds of thinking, she spoke.

"On Earth it isn't." Ichigo smiled slightly. She was still just happy he was alive and helping her get home, even if it was without success.

Wow… why did that happen? Kisshu thought to himself. Weird… what's going on, exactly?

*Well, that's my very first chapter out of God knows how many. If you enjoyed my first chapter, then I highly suggest leaving some reviews so I know what I may be able to do next in the story.

I guess you could say that Kisshu was surprised that Ichigo would still touch him after what he told her. But, it's not like he was complaining. It's fair to say that he was enjoying it a lot.

The more I go over this chapter, the more I see bits of other stories in it. I have a bad feeling that I'm going to get a whole lot of scolding reviews. Please don't hate me or sue me. Just forgive me for similarities. It wasn't on purpose, I promise.

Kisshu: I can't believe you stopped it at the good part. I hate you.

Aelerra: Don't hate me. The story will continue, I promise. At least, provided I get some good reviews from the random people who read my story. Every little bit helps!

Kisshu: Now you sound like a charity.

Aelerra: Oh, just shut up. Stop hating me.

Ichigo: You stopped it at the good part. You're so mean. I hate you.

Aelerra: Oh, damn it. Not you, too! Oh, whatever. I hope you enjoyed the story, and I hope you'll read future chapters.

Well, that's it. Oh, and one more thing. If you're one of those people who can't stand cliff-hangers, PLEASE refrain from leaving any reviews asking about mysterious aspects of the story, such as…

"Who is the mystery attacker?"

"Will we get to see more Kisshu X Ichigo parts?"

"What else will happen?" (this one is a big 'DUH')

YOU'LL FIND OUT.

Bye! =D*