Hi! It's me, InkSpot!

Ok, I know that I should be working on all my other unfinished fics, but I couldn't help myself! I f you're going to blame someone, blame my sister Ismene, for getting me all excited for this show again. Anyways, there are probably going to be a few more chapters of this, but I promise I'll get them all done... Although it is midnight... ANYWAYS! *smacks Kish upside the head*

Kisshu: Little InkSpot does not own Tokyo Mew Mew.

InkSpot: good boy. As a reward, you can kiss Ighigo.

Kish: *smirks*

Ichigo:WHAT?!

Another long day at school.

Ichigo locked herself in her room as soon as she got home.

Her parents had gotten used to this routine. They didn't know what caused her odd behavior, but she had refused to speak to them about it, and they had slowly gotten used to it. After all, her grades weren't dropping, and two years is plenty of time to get used to your daughter moping over nothing.

It had been two years since he left.

Two years. She thought her heart would have run out of pain a long time ago.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

Masaya had broken up with her a year and a half ago, and quite honestly, Ichigo couldn't bring herself to care. It was easier when she didn't have to pretend to enjoy herself around Aoyama, when she could barely keep herself from thinking about him.

Miwa and Moe had stopped trying to hang out with her long ago. Ichigo was so depressed, and didn't talk to them anyways.

Really, the only friends she kept were the Mews, Lettuce and Purin especially. She couldn't help but be amazed at their strength to keep going, even when their loves were on the other side of the galaxy.

She didn't have that strength.

Although Ichigo was now fifteen, she always tried to keep her look as similar as possible to before, so that he would recognize her.

Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything about the spark that had departed from her eyes two years ago.

She sunk to her knees, tears gathering, as she prepared to pick up where she had left off yesterday-sobbing over him.

Tokk. Tokk. Tokk.

Someone was throwing pebbles at her window.

She marched over angrily, only to stop in shock as she saw him.

Kisshu.

Sitting on the same branch he had sat ontwo years ago, wearing that same arrogant smirk that made you want to punch him.

God, she had missed that smirk.

"Hey, Koneko-chan," this can't be real. "Wanna go somewhere?"

She blinked, so happy she felt like crying. "Kisshu, are you asking me out on a date?"

He smirked again, that cocky sonofa-

"Yeah, Koneko-chan. I missed my kitten."

Then something happened that Kisshu did not expect.

Ichigo smiled, a true smile. One that had not been seen in two years. "I'll be down in a few."

His look of absolute shock was replaced by a grin so wide she could see his sharp canines. "Five minutes, Koneko-chan. Then I'm coming to get you."

Ichigo closed the curtains with a snap, then proceeded to freak out over what she should wear for her date.