Not So Different
Hello everyone, time for a short one shot, which I would only add another chapter on to if I got 10 reviews, also, sorry if it's suckish, it just kinda popped into my head.
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The sky blazed a regal purple, the wind was chillng, autumn leaves twirled to the ground in shades of oranges and browns. Ichigo Momomiya, now 23 years walked these lonely streets of Tokyo. It was almost sickening to Ichigo, how everyone else around was so happy, laughing annoying bubbling laughter, clinging to there stupid boyfriends arms. At one time, Ichigo would have loved this atmosphere, she would have found it warm, comforting, perfect, but not anymore. 'Not for a long time' she thought sourly, her now back length strawberry curls whipping around her face, 'not since they left'.
By they, Miss Momomiya was reffering to the aliens, yes, right after the aliens left, Ichigo found a constant pain in her chest, a ringing in her head, some kind of ache or ill-ness always be-found her, drove her mad, and she never could find out why. Masaya had dumped her four years ago, he had found that she wasn't her-self any-more, and said he would be waiting when she was. But now that hope of ever having her love back seemed dull, as she had only gotten worse, now some-times she found her-self breaking down at the most random times, crying and sobbing un-controllably, also, she would occasionally wake-up in the middle of the night, as she run to the bathroom hot vommit cascaded out, dripping all over her, and she didn't care, last week, she even saw a little blood in her puke. But, Ichigo's life was not all sad, she had met a nice man named Yoshi, cute, and smart, and accepted Ichigo for her condition, truthfully, Ichigo did not love Yoshi, in her mnind, he was simply a toy, one that was meant to cheer her up, fill the growing gap in her life, but, then why did she still feel the pain?
Ichigo stared past all the faces as they went by, many were draped in fashionable, light colos and patterns, taking her mind off things, the strawberry counted how many floral designs she could see as she walked by slowly. 'One, two, three' she stopped counting when she saw a man in baggy brown jeans go by, he also wore a black T-shirt, his skin, pale as porcelain, forest green locks flowing to his shoulders, and his eyes where closed as he treaded by casually, but Ichigo could already tell they where gold.
Ichigo discontinued walking, her breath caught in her chest, her heart stopped beating"K-k-ish-u-u?" she asked. The boy made her knees wobbly, her whole body tremble as if she where in the presence of a god.
The young man paused, he turned torwards the cherry haired girl, as if quite confused, he cocked an eye-brow, and pointed to him-self", Miss, are you talking to me?".
Ichigo fell onto her knees, they scraped onto the pavement, ripping the skin, and letting hot sticky blood melt onto it"Kish, it's me Ichigo, you remember, right?" the last word almost got cut-off by Ichigo, who's eyes where suddenly clouded by a parade of twinkling tears daring to escape her eyes, her right eye twitched non-stoppably, her finger-nails dug themselves into the girls arms, causing a little more strawberry liquid to be spilt.
The green haired boy looked confused'I'm sorry ma'am, I'm afraid there's been a mistake, my names not Kishu".
"O-oo-o-hh" she said, releasing her nails from her arms, but, the boy came over, he knelt beside her, slowly and cautiously placing a hand on her shoulder. said to her"I can tell he's some-one important to you right, is he a lover?".
Ichigo mind stopped, this was un-comprehensive, she had never thought of that before, never, was Kishu important to her? After all the passionate moments, the kiss, her first kiss, from him, his obsession, so sweet but dangerous and thrilling. Ichigo knew the anser, she knew it 10 years ago, when Kish first left, but she had been denying it this whole, she had never let it enter her mind. Yes.
"Yes" the kitten replied breathless, "He was the sweetest, most kindest, and the best lover in the world".
The boy wrinkled his brow, he was very intrigued by Miss Momomiya and her story, "Have you not seen him in a long time?" he asked.
At this, strawberry laughed bitterly, the tears finally running down her cheecks, cooling her feverish face down"10 years, 10 years I've been without him, and truthfully, it's about killed me, I never realized how much I needed him, oh Kish, why didn't you come back?" she beat her fist on the concrete, she felt a bone crack, and skin break away, the girl folded her head into her chest, she began to hiccup, and her head throbbed with pain.
The Kish imposter didn't what to do so he hugged her against his warm chest, just stroking her hair and telling her it would be okay. Eventually, Ichigo calmed down, she relaxed,breathing in the too familiar scent of the stranger.
By now, the sky was navvy blue, stars danced across the sky, and a full moon hung low in the night, finally, after an awkward silence, the boy asked"So, I look a-lot like Kishu?" he asked smirking.
Ichigo giggled, rubbing her puffy red rimmed eyes"Oh yes, too much like him for your own good, you even act like him, and smell like him too" she inhaled another whiff of the perfect aroma.
"I'll take that as a compliment" he chuckled"I'm sorry ma'am but I really have to go now, my brothers gonna scold me for being out late again".
He stood up and began to walk away"Wait!" Ichigo cried out hoarsely"could you at least tell me what you're name is?"
Without turning back around, he smiled inwardly and said"Omelet" before seeming to dissapear in the night.
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"Guy's, I'm home" Omelet said, looking around the large, dimly lit space.
Omelet's twin walked into the room, he trotted over and rubbed his brothers head, messing up his hair"Cool, anything interesting happen?".
Omelets twin was identical to him, same hair,skin, eyes etc. even there personality's where the same, some-times they thought they where clones"Oh not much" Omelet muttered.
His twin went over to the refrigerator after opening the door, he began to poor a pink colored, sweet smelling liquid"But" Omelet continued, his smirk spreading like a crescent moon across his face"You'll never guess who I ran into?".
The End.