I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew, nor it's characters or story. This fan fiction is purely for entertainment use only. Thank you to any and all views, follows, favourites and reviews. I apologize if I misuse any Japanese honorifics, phrases or words. This is the first piece I've written all year so I'm a little rusty.
Ichigo Momomiya
The first thing I became aware of was sweat dampening my body and the duvet tangled around my body. I forced myself to breathe.
"It's was just a nightmare." I murmur. kicking the duvet away, my thoughts drift to the evil Aoyama-kun in my dream. His hair was darkened and his clothes were long and blue, Deep Blue possessed deep within him. It then drifts to Kisshu's body slouched over Deep Blue's sword.
I don't know what he said before he died. I never quite caught the words.
...he died.
"Kisshu..." sighing the name on my lips, I feel my body shiver. I had always felt his eyes following me whenever I went, but now...
...nothing. His presence was gone.
Aoyama-kun began making plans to leave for England after I found him entwined with Moe on a park bench. With tears streaming down my face, I ended my relationship with Aoyama-kun and friendship with Moe. Shirogane then re-opened the café and continued to expect me to work all day, everyday.
I mumble bitterly, "Slave driver. Do this, Ichigo. Do that, Ichigo. You dropped an expensive plate, Ichigo. Table five still doesn't have menus, Ichigo. Stop daydreaming about your boyfriend, Ichigo. Go save the world, Ichigo. He has no idea how cruel he is!" my voice is significantly louder. I forced myself to calm down before my parents decide to storm in. Glancing at the alarm clock on my nightstand, I watched the time tick over to 07:24. I'm not due at Café Mew Mew for another hour.
Pulling my hair into it's usual ribbons, I think again of Kisshu. His green hair, his bright eyes, his exposed stomach. I subconsciously lick my lips. The buzzing of my alarm clock pulls me back into reality, the ringing silencing when I hit a small circular button on the side of it. Kisshu had disappeared with Pai and Tart, their absence being filled with another enemy. I almost miss Kisshu's girly laughter and cat-related taunts.
My eyes find my Mew Pendant beside my alarm clock and I place it in the palm on my hand, running my thumb over the patterns on it. Glancing at my phone, I notice Masha is missing. I had left Masha at the café last night at Akasaka-san's request; something about installing a new feature. With the absence of Kisshu, I don't feel like I need Masha by my side all the time. I no longer have to worry about aliens unexpectedly swooping down and kissing me in the middle of the street, and I no longer have to worry about Kisshu killing Aoyama-kun.
His presence was gone.
Kisshu
As my feet touch the rooftop, I notice Tokyo still has it's beautiful soft glow in the summer. Nothing had really changed on Earth; humans were still slowly destroying the blue planet. To take it from the humans would mean to bypass the Mews, and Ichigo would never let us take it. She has always protected humans, even those who wish to hurt her. I sigh.
"Ichigo-chan...why must you love that foolish human?"
My eyes catch a familiar red-haired human walking past the building opposite me. Her posture is poor and she's walking slowly, exhausted, as the sun beats down on her skin. She's a block away from the Mew's cute little base. I teleport to another rooftop, moving subtly closer to Ichigo without alerting her. She begins to walk through a deserted alleyway.
"Danger! Ichigo! Alien!" her pink robot begins yelling. Rather than alert, Ichigo seems confused.
She looks above, her eyes searching for me, "Kisshu?"
"Miss me, kitty cat?" I teleport into view, a grin plastering my face, until I notice tears in her eyes. I frown, "Ichigo?"
"I'm glad you're alive." Ichigo says simply, turning away and running.
"Ichigo!" I teleport, hovering in front of her. Her head is lowered and her cheeks are scarlet. "Ichigo, what's wrong?"
Ichigo Momomiya
His eyes soften and his body tenses, no longer showing the playful demeanor he usually does. When I look up, his eyes meet mine and I feel my stomach fill with butterflies. Only Aoyama-kun ever makes me feel like this. Why is Kisshu making my heart beat so fast?
"I watched you die." I breathe. He leans in closer to me, and despite the fact that I know I should move away, my feet feel too heavy to move. His lips feel familiar and soft against my own, his hand gingerly touching my side. I deepen the kiss for a moment before he pulls away.
"Ichigo..." Kisshu moves away, his cheeks flushed. Silently, I watch him disappear into a ripple of air.