(1/7/08) I can't believe I'm still getting reviews on this! It hasn't been updated in like... three years? But, as a thank you for support, I've decided to continue it at least a little bit longer. However, in order for me to do this, I need to go back and edit the beginning chapters. I realize now that it jumps around a lot (I wasn't very good when I was like... 12. Or was it 13?) and the characters, especially the ones I hate (aka Masaya,) are alllll out of character... so I'm sorry if you don't like what I do! –sweatdrop-
FWB: Wow!!! I am back!!! I actually am writing a second story!!! Guess what?! It is about Kisshu and Ichigo!! Who would have known!!
Ichigo: Oh no... O.O;;
FWB: Yeppers!! -grins- I just love to put you through torture!!
Kisshu: -sighs contentedly- it is not torture for me!
FWB: -wiggles her eyebrows- I know!
FWB: And for your information, I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew or any of the characters in the story so far!!!
Kisshu started, waking from his sleep. He sighed and rolled out of bed, stretching his arms in the air. When would he get it through his thick skull? It had already been six years... six years. He was nineteen!! Wasn't nineteen too old to be like acting like this? She had rejected him, and that was final. A slow, bitter smile crossed his face. He could hardly imagine her welcoming him with open arms if he ever went back. Yet still... what would she look like? She would be seventeen already. Did she still love Masaya? Masaya. He cringed at the name. He had honestly thought that he had finally gotten over it. Until recently. Recently... ever since... ever since...
That dream. Every night that dream reappeared. That very odd dream. Ichigo was calling out to him. No, when he thought about it, it was more like a cry than a call. Yet he always woke up just before he found out what was wrong with her. He sighed again and mumbled under his breath, "Kisshu... you're just plain obsessed. When are you going to learn?"
He shook his head and made his way down the hall. He descended down the staircase, stopping suddenly when his nose caught a whiff of an "interesting" smell. Oh, no. Not again. He groaned, cautiously pushing the kitchen door open and was greeted be a thick cloud of smoke. When was Pai just going to figure out that no matter how he tried, HE COULDN'T COOK!!! Kisshu coughed and waved his hand in front of his face, trying to clear the fumes. "Pai?! What the heck are you doing?!" he managed to gasp out.
Pai emerged from the cloud and offered Kisshu a plate of some kind of charred food. Well... it was probably once some kind of food.
Kisshu gagged and shoved the plate back towards Pai. "Pai... not to be rude or anything... but I would rather starve."
Pai just gave him the evil eye and bit into a piece of the "substance," as if trying to prove some kind of point. He chewed it slowly, and forced the bite down his throat. Try as he might, he didn't manage to hide his grimace.
Kisshu shook his head and let out a low moan. He pushed his way passed Pai and into the forsaken kitchen, hoping to find something that was the least bit edible. After a few minutes of searching, he gave up and defeatedly marched back up the stairs and into his quarters. The food probably wouldn't go down that well anyway.
He paced around the room, wishing that he hadn't told Pai that he would rather starve. For some reason, every time he said something like that, it always came true to some extent. He sighed and flopped onto his bed, trying to ignore the growling of his stomach. He tried to figure out what to do to keep his mind off of his hunger pains. After a few minutes, he felt rather drowsy, and let his eyes drift shut as he fell into a fitful sleep.
Kisshu blinked. Where exactly was he? He was just in his bed a minute ago. Look! There was a city! Or was it? As he looked around, he realized that he was slowly descending into a forest at the edge of the town. Once his feet touched the ground, he peered around cautiously, half expecting some kind of boogieman to come jumping out at him. After a few wary seconds, he determined that the coast was clear and decided to examine his surroundings a bit more closely. At first glance, everything seemed normal, almost like a picture in a storybook. Then, his eye caught something unusual. Two sets of footprints led trailed off in the opposite direction of the town, further into the woods. He felt compelled to follow them, and, against his better judgement, he traipsed off into the dark night.
Finally, after what seemed to be hours of walking, he reached a bend in the path. He peeped around it, expecting to see that boogieman that he had imagined waiting to devour him. Nothing jumped out at him. Admonishing himself mentally, he began to turn back when something caught the corner of his eye. He slowly twisted back around, curiosity getting the better of him. What he saw caused his heart to nearly leap into his throat. Kneeling on the ground was a young lady. As his view of her sharpened, his eyes widened in realization. That young woman was no stranger. Ichigo Momomiya. She was covered in scratches and bruises. "What happened here, Ichigo?" his mind cried out, yet his lips wouldn't work. It was at that moment when he noticed that she wasn't alone. She was bending over someone... a body? Yet, in one glance, he knew who it was. One never forgot that kind of face. The face of his worst enemy.
Kisshu's eyes grew big as he watched Ichigo weep over The Blue Knight's motionless body. He tried to jolt his mind back into working, but a cloud of confusion seemed to have descended on him.
Why did she care about him so much? What made him so special? Try as he might, he couldn't keep his heart from melting at the sight of the crying young woman. In a sense, he knew what she was going through. She was heartbroken. Her love was gone.
Ichigo's head turned slowly, and she looked at Kisshu like she just noticed him for the first time. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. He gaze seemed to be pleading at him.
Kisshu couldn't move. A loud noise sounded throughout the forest. A gruesome beast leapt out from behind a tree. It was the most horrifying creature that Kisshu had ever seen.
Ichigo's expression changed from that of misery to sheer panic in an instant. Kisshu could only watch in horror as the terrible monster raised its claw to strike. He tried to run to her, to save her, but his feet felt as if they were glued to the ground.
Ichigo's terrified gaze flew towards him as she let out a blood-curdling scream. One word echoed through the silence. "KISSHU!!!!"
Kisshu shot out of bed. His body was in a cold sweat. That one word echoed through his mind, playing itself over and over. That dream. He had dreamt that dream so many times, but never had it felt so real. Never had it gotten so far. He jumped to his feet, glancing frantically around his room. Could... Ichigo be in some sort of trouble?
No. It was just a dream. Probably some subconscious attempt to find an excuse to return; to see her again. But... that face. The image had burned itself into his unwilling mind.
He decided that it would probably be best if he checked on her. Besides, he had gotten over her, right? Hopefully, she would be happy and healthy and living a perfectly perfect life. "That is all that matters," he told himself. He shook his head. Even he didn't believe that. If he saw Ichigo with Masaya he knew his feelings would be rekindled. She was the one thing that he wanted, and appeared to be the one thing that was impossible to get. "This is no time for self pity," he scolded himself, "Ichigo may be in grave danger."
With those words, he took a shaky breath and teleported away, leaving behind an empty and silent room.
FWB: Mwahahahaha!!! I just love cliffies!!!
Kisshu: -grabs a Kleenex and blow his nose- that... was so... touching... –blows his nose again-
Ichigo: It was a bit sappy if you ask me... –rolls her eyes-FWB: What?! I love the fluff!!!
Kisshu: Wait a minute... you mean the chapter is done!!!!?????