He watched her closely that night, his dark green hair and clothing soaked through by the rain that fell from the heavens. His bright amber hues focused on the redhead in the window. Her room was dimly lit by one lamp, her shadow danced on the wall farthest away from her. Ichigo's chocolate brown eyes focused on something on her desk, where she sat with a concentrated look on her face. Homework, more than likely.
How he loved that look on her, he loved any look on her, but when she got that blush on her soft cheeks, or that angered fluster. God, he would kill to see those looks. But the look he wanted to see most was the look she gave that human. How he loathed the guy, though, he was never as amazing as anyone predicted. It had been five months since the creep of a human broke his kitties heart.
It destroyed Ichigo when he left her for no good reason. And it destroyed Kisshu to see her cry every night. He loved her with all of his heart, yet she never was able to see that! Why? Why did his words never carry through to her? Why was he so limited to only watching her from a far and attacking her? Why was it so hard for Ichigo to accept his love?
All he ever wanted was to give her his love, and happiness. He wanted to turn her broken smile into something that it once was; full of innocence and love. Now all her strawberry lips read were stories of the sadness she felt. The smiles she showed merely masks; fake.
A sharp pain hit his chest, which caused a arm to raise to his chest, to cover his aching heart. "Ichigo," he murmured under his breath, his voice hushed by the rain. A frown crossed the males face as the Mew Mew leader's slender shoulders shook.
Even from the distance he stood at, he could see the pain in her eyes as tears dripped down from them. No matter how many times she wiped her eyes, more tears formed and fell, splotching her english homework. Hiding her flushed face in her shaking palms, she sobbed, while Kisshu watched, hurt flooding his system.
Whether she was crying, or laughing. Yelling, screaming...Hell, even sleeping, Kisshu wanted to be there and experience all of it with her, all of it. He wanted to capture all of Ichigo and love her more and more than he already did. No matter how much he got of her, Kisshu never could have enough of his koneko-chan.
For her, he would walk to the ends of the earth; the universe. No matter how hard he tried...He could not stop loving her! Ichigo was the only thing he had ever desired most, the feelings she incited in him fascinated him.
Clenching a fist as he continued to watch her cry, her tears becoming bigger, her head resting in her arms, her delicate frame weak and crippled over itself, so little self esteem left in the young girl. Having enough of this, he took a breath and teleported into her room, his strong arms wrapping around her with surprising care.
The red head jumped and sniffled, looking over her shoulder, only to tense up. Though when Kisshu said nothing, she found herself drowning in the silence. It wasn't the silence she had grown to hate, but a silence she could grow to love. It was peaceful and comforting, rather than dense and harsh.
"K-Kish.."
"Ichigo, you will be loved."