What Have I Done?

by Forrest Weird

Ichigo has finally forgiven Kish, and she has everything she wanted, but somehow she's been having a reccuring nightmare that's absolutely horrific. Her only help is Hyperguy the wise being from Hammerspace. Part 3 in the Hyperguy Saga.

1. Emptiness

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Chapter 1: Emptiness

Ichigo's mind was racing. She didn't know who Amanda was, but she knew that she didn't want to be her. Besides, if her Aoyama-kun was willing to forgive Quiche, then she was too. So finally, she said to Quiche the words he had been asking for this whole time, "I forgive you."

"Thank you, Ichigo," replied Quiche as he smilled and teleported away.

"See how nice it was to do that," Aoyama said as he held her in his arms.

"Yes, it was pretty nice."

"Good, now that he's gone, there's no one who can steal you away from me. You're ALL MINE."

Then Aoyama tightened his grip and began to rip her close off.

"No! Wait! Stop! QUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHE!"

Ichigo woke up. She was alone in her bedroom, soaked in a cold sweat.

"Honey, are okay?" her mother asked, her head poking through the door. "You were screaming. Something about a quiche?"

"Oh, I wanted to have quiche for breakfast," Ichigo said nervously.

"You seem to be asking for quiche for breakfast a lot lately. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Everything's fine, Mom," her daughter replied in a cheerful voice.

And with that, her mother closed the door.

"That was close," Ichigo muttered to herself. "But she does have a point. I have been having that dream ever since I forgave Quiche, but now I seemed to be having it more often."

It had been three months since that day, and the world was once again as it should be, or so it seemed. She got out bed. Did she actually miss having him around, having him chase after her?

"No that can't possibly be it," she said as she shook her head. "It must be something else. I need to tell someone. I can't tell Mom and Dad; that would be embarrassing. Shirogane-san would be jerk; Akasawa would be busy; Mint would laugh at me; Lettuce can't keep a secret; Zakuro would just brood; Pudding's too young; Aoyama-ku…" Ichigo paused. "There's no one for me to tell."

Ichigo got ready and walked slowly down for breakfast, which actually was quiche this time. This made her loose her appetite.

"I thought you wanted quiche for breakfast," her mother said.

"I thought I did." She got up from the table and walked out the door.