This is a Ryou/Ichigo Fanfiction. You'll probably be better off not reading if your a fan of Masaya Aoyama; because I'm not. Sorry!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Characters of Tokyo Mew Mew. They belong to their creator Mia Ikumi.
Ichigo Momomiya was staying in England with her boyfriend Masaya Aoyama. But not anymore. Months ago, something happened.
Masaya went to do some errands. It was winter, so he slipped on a gray sweater and left into the bitter cold. He was gone for hours before Ichigo finally got bored of waiting. She went on a walk. She passed by a dark alley. But…It seemed like something or someone in there lying down. She got a little closer up to see there certainly was someone lying there. That someone had black hair -–like Masaya, and a gray sweater -–also like Masaya, except the sweater was stained red. Ichigo cautiously turned the body over and gasped. Her eyes swallowed her pupils in the confusing emotions of fear, sadness, and shock. She started to scream at the top of her lungs. There before her, lying on her lap was the face of her boyfriend, white as a ghost, --dead.
There was a funeral, obviously. It would disrespectful not to, even if the cause was unknown. Ichigo stayed by the coffin that held her loved one practically the whole time. After the funeral, Ichigo pondered on how the heck she was to get home. She couldn't stay in England alone. Even as a Mew Mew that's dangerous for a girl. She twisted her shoulder-length red hair taking her options. 'Maybe I should call my parents-— no, they're in Australia on vacation for the year…' She paced around the hotel room where she and Masaya were staying in. She glanced at the phone. She walked over to it and examined it deciding on her last option. She picked it up and dialed a number. She held it to her ear and listened to it ring. "Hello, this is Café Mew Mew. How may I help you?" a voice said from the phone. "H-hello…? Keiichiro…?" She stuttered. "Yes, this is Keiichiro. Ichigo? Is that you, how are you?" He said overjoyed to hear from her after so long. On Keiichiro's side, the other girls were gathering around at the sound of Ichigo's name. "Yes, um…" She explained what happened to Masaya. Ichigo could hear the girls gasping on the other side. "Oh, Ichigo I'm so sorry. Do you need picked up?" Keiichiro said sympathetically. "I-I'm sorry to trouble you…" Ichigo sobbed. "No problem. I'll send Ryou to get you. He should be able to pay for your trip. I'll see you soon, bye!" There were a few giggles from the girls, and then he hung up before Ichigo could protest about Ryou. Eight hours on a plane with that sarcastic, stuck up, rich, jerk. That was the last thing she really needed. She went to her bed, picked up a pillow then started to scream as loud as she could into it. After taking her emotions out on the pillow, she unwillingly packed her bags.
The next day-- or night really, she went to the airport to wait for her escort. She was trying not to think about it. After about thirty minutes of boring waiting, a very unhappy looking Blonde-hair boy came her way. Ichigo gulped, it was Ryou and he certainly wasn't in a good mood. It made her tummy turn. She figured he was about to say something rude to her. To her surprise he didn't, he simply said, "Okay, here you are. C'mon our plane is leaving." Ichigo followed behind him, quiet as a mouse. It was as if she was forbidding herself from speaking. He had changed a lot. She had too but he was really turning into a fine young man. His hair was the same, but he had gotten a lot taller, and his body had gotten a little more muscular. She held her head low watching Ryou's feet to see where to go. Ryou, a little surprised that she wasn't complaining at his presents turned his head to her. She was carrying three bags. One in each hand and one on her back. He stopped, causing her to stop and look up. He took the two bags in her hand, making Ichigo jump from the position he had to get in to reach her hands. He had sort of leaned over her to get them. "You're carrying too much. If we missed the plane it would be because of how slow you are," He told her in his normal tone and turned around to keep walking. Ichigo paused for a moment, and then regained the pitiful look she had before he took her bags. She nodded and put her head back down. Ryou remembered that she's upset enough and his teasing wasn't making her mad, it was just making her feel worse. He mentally slapped himself for being so harsh to her.
After a while, they got to their plane. Ichigo looked up at it, her mouth half opened. It was huge! The plane was a special, first class, plane. It was pure white to where even in the middle of the night it was beaming. Across the side was Ryou's last name Shirogane in large silver font. At that she lost all interest in the air craft. It was just another one of Ryou's things to show off. She sighed and caught up to him at the ramp. From inside of the plane, it looked even bigger. Ichigo refused to show any amazement, though. Her thoughts of Masaya had taken over anyway. Ryou continued to a place around the middle-left. He motioned for Ichigo to take the window seat. She did. She still was yet to say a thing to him. He was actually trying to remember what her voice sounded like. There was a voice from the intercom right after Ryou sat down, "The plane will take off shortly. Please fasten your seat belts and enjoy the trip." Ryou and Ichigo did as it said. Ichigo turned away from him and gazed out the window. Ryou sighed and waited. This was going to be a long trip. Ryou started to ponder on why he was even there, and why Keiichiro couldn't have chosen someone else, like one of the Mew Mew's to pick Ichigo up. Ichigo wasn't any happier than he was about the outcome. But it's not like they could change it.
The plane took off a little later. A flight attendant brought over a blanket and a few pamphlets. Ryou was bored and Ichigo seemed to be in a trance gazing at the stars. Every now and then she would drag her finger across the glass window. Ryou was desperately bored, so bored he would start a conversation with Ichigo. And that's exactly what he did.
"What'cha doing?" He asked her.
"Watchin' the stars…" She actually replied.
"Looking for constellations?" He continued to question.
"Sort of."
"How can you 'sort of' look for constellations?"
"Are you going to question me to death?"
"Answer me, and I'll stop asking questions."
"I'm connecting stars to see if they make a picture…"
That's why she was dragging her finger around. Ryou kept his promise and shut up. He looked over her shoulder to see himself. He was surprised at how many stars there were. I guess when you're higher than the clouds you can see everything above them. He normally avoided the window seat, so he hadn't seen this before. For a while, they talked about random things, like England, The Mew Mew's, and other stuff. Eventually, Ichigo got too tired to keep talking. So Ryou pulled out a pamphlet to read, it was better than doing nothing. Soon later Ichigo's tired body took over; it was almost three in the morning. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, resting her head on Ryou's shoulder. Shocked from the sudden contact he dropped the pamphlet. He realized what happened and froze. There was no way he was going to wake her. If Ichigo was willing to talk to him, she would be more than willing to yell at him. Ryou knew Ichigo could get scary when she's mad. Plus she's tired, she wouldn't hold back on the scolding. With his free arm he carefully reached for the blanket brought by earlier. He put it over her and fell asleep later on. The two, trapped in their dreamless sleep didn't realize that the air plane was going down; and not in Japan either.
This is first chapter of my first fanfiction. I'm sorry it's so short! This is a Fanfic I've been working on for a while so the chapters will come smoothly for a while. Please tell me what you think and what I can improve on!
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