A/N:: Hey, everyone. This is my first fic posted on here, although I have written others. This first chapter is extremely short and is meant to be introductory. The second chapter is already written and will be put up within the next few days. I'm currently looking for a beta reader, and will be looking through the reviews for anyone interested. If you are interested, please leave your e-mail and your critiques on this chapter. I'm really excited about this and I hope you guys like it.
Ichigo relished in Kishu's lips as he pressed her against her bedroom wall gently. She was numb with what she was sure was ecstasy as Kishu ran his tongue along her bottom lip seductively and leaned in next to her ear purring softly and saying, "Ichigo, sweetheart, you need to wake up or you'll be late for school…" Wait, what? "Huh?" Ichigo mumbled, the dream world sucked out of her mind. She shot up instantly, almost knocking her mother over as she realized the dream she had just had. What was that all about? She loved Masaya! Stupid Kishu had probably entered her dreams through some sort of magic, but she didn't have time to think about it, realizing her mother was bickering at her to not scare her like she had just done and to get up and get ready. "Sorry, mom," Ichigo muttered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, stretching as her mom went out of the room. "Nya…" she mumbled quietly with a yawn, walking to her closet and grabbing her clothes. Remembering her suspicions about her dream, she looked around the room nervously for any signs of the pointy-eared alien before running to her window and closing her curtains so she could relax.
Before long, Ichigo was dressed and out the door with a piece of toast hanging from her mouth and a smile playing at the edges of her lips. She began the long walk to her school, eating the toast as she went and pondering what she would do today. She began to think of what she would do with Masaya and it was all she could do to keep herself from exploding with happiness. Even though she was frustrated that Masaya wouldn't go past fleeting kisses and holding hands, Ichigo knew he loved her and that she loved him. But she felt ice in her gut at that thought, again recalling that dream.
It was just convenient; too, right then and there that she felt his hot breath on her ear. "Hey, Konneko-chan, why so troubled?" Followed by a low chuckle. Ichigo stopped immediately, tensing. "What did you do to me?" She accused, whirling around to glare straight into those confused gold eyes.
"What do you mean?" He asked, truly curious as to what his kitten was talking about.
"Did someone hurt you?"
She could sense the alarm in his voice, and for some reason she felt the need to extinguish it immediately. "No, no," she mumbled quickly, turning and starting to walk again, but suddenly she felt his hand gently tug her back to him and she reluctantly turned to face him. "Koneko-chan…" he mumbled, moving closer to her instinctively and running his thumb along her jawline. She flinched, also an instinct, and she felt regret gnawing in her chest for the act, and it only got worse when the hurt in Kishu's eyes and he pulled away slightly, letting go of her.
She noted the sinking disappointment in her chest with distaste as her skin tingled with emptiness and longing where he had been touching her. She wanted to feel him touch her like that again. Wait, why was she thinking that. She felt anger boiling now, instead of lust and shook her head, starting to walk again. She could sense him walking behind her and got so distracted by him that she found herself walking down an empty street she did not recognize and stopped, turning around and looking at Kishu, pretending to just be angry. "Why are you following me? It's distracting, and look now I'm…" She trailed off, noticing that he was moving closer to her. She took a few steps back, but didn't make a move for her transformer, it was only when a wall found itself to her back that she stopped, watching him still come closer. "Kishu, what are you-" she cut off, feeling his hands slide around her waist. This was not a dream. "He's not here to watch you Koneko-chan… he doesn't have to know," Kishu whispered in her ear, and suddenly Ichigo was brought back to reality. She weakly pushed him away, guilt etched on all of her features. "I… I… I…" She tried to speak, but she could feel her eyes filling with tears and her vision became blurry. All she could do was run, and so she did, and as fast a she could.
She could faintly hear Kishu calling for her, asking her to wait, but all she could do was keep running. She ran and ran and ran until she was out of breath, stopping right in front of her school. She hiccupped a little before drying her tears and straightening up and trying to hide her emotions. Ichigo had gotten better at things like this, hiding what she felt. She had to, to protect the world. Of course, the rest of the Mews didn't understand, and Masaya didn't quite understand either, but they didn't have to. She walked towards her school, stopping at the door and taking one last breath before walking boldly inside, her head held high and proud.