Foreword
I've finally returned! After much thought of maybe returning I've done it. Not only that, but I'm bringing sexy back! I mean TMM Dansei-Fujin. You know, that one fic I wrote where everyone in TMM swapped genders? Well, this is the new and improved version! It doesn't follow the storyline so closely and it might veer off completely later.
So, I hope you enjoy it. If I ever call Ichigo 'Sutoro' ignore it. That's what his name was in the first version and sometimes I type that by mistake. xx
(the first chapter)
Leaning against the wall, Ichigo Momomiya gazed longingly over the pamphlet he was pretending to read at Momo Aoyama. She was talking with her friends about something that was making her smile. Ichigo loved that smile and wished he could make her smile like that. She was beautiful, with her straight, silky black locks that curled outwards as they reached her shoulders. Momo was small for her age of thirteen, but very cute with her round face and big brown eyes. Yes, those eyes... Those eyes that were... That were looking straight at Ichigo! Blushing he buried his nose in the pamphlet and shifted his position so that he was turned slightly away from the group.
As the sound of giggling faded he gained the courage to peer up over the edge of the paper again. They were gone. He looked around the room, a sense of panic hitting him like a blow to the chest. He was going to ask Momo out today! He couldn't lose her so easily! He took the hallway nearest to where he'd last seen Momo and her friends, praying that she'd be there. Turning sharply into the large, open room housing several exhibits featuring endangered species, Ichigo collided headlong with the object of his affection. They fell together onto the tiled floor. Thrusting his arms out in front of him, Ichigo managed to catch himself before dropping his full weight onto the small girl. He barely managed it and his head continued to move downwards until his lips met Momo's.
Ichigo thrust his head forcefully back, sat up and stumbled off of Momo. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Really! Honestly! I-" But Momo didn't seem to care about his excuses. She stood, too and walked over to him, taking his hand and examining it. Blinking, Ichigo looked down at his own hand. He'd cut it opened, probably on the edge of the counter they'd fallen next to.
"It's bleeding," Squeaked Momo, eyes widening as a blood trickled down the side of his hand, welling up and then dripping to the floor. "B- B- B- Bleeding..." She looked absolutely terrified and yet she couldn't take her eyes off the wound. Ichigo attempted to pull his hand away, but she had a pretty impressive grip, not to mention how tightly she was clinging onto his fingers, squeezing them painfully together.
"I'll get a handkerchief from someone, okay...?" When she did not react he pushed her chin upwards with his other hand, forcing her to look him in the eye. Despite how this made him blush, Ichigo continued. "Okay?"
Momo snapped to attention, her cheeks turning pink. "Oh! I have a handkerchief here... Somewhere..." And thus she began digging through her pockets, littering the floor with gum wrappers, buttons, papers, lint, coins and other objects that should have been detectable in Momo's tight jeans. "Um... Somewhere..."
"There is no need for that." The gallant voice belonged to a girl with black hair, similar to Momo's. The largest difference was that this girl's hair was shorter, reaching no more than an inch past her chin. She smiled, eyes twinkling and thrust a handkerchief in Ichigo's direction. He accepted it and tied it around his hand. Opening his mouth to thank the girl, she interrupted, "There is no need to thank me; I am here to serve the less fortunate." With that she turned, her skirt swinging as she did, and walked briskly away.
Ichigo looked down at the handkerchief, where in golden letters was marked the initials, 'MA'. It looked and felt expensive and silky, not the kind of handkerchief you use and throw away, which give him the impression that he would have to return it once he got his hands on a band-aid. The fact that little miss MA was gone also gave him the impression that this was a task much easier said than done. Speaking of girls... Ichigo looked up quickly to find that Momo had moved on, as if she'd completely forgotten about Ichigo. Heaving a sigh he glanced down at his hand and decided to forget about the whole thing for today. Sure, the guys would laugh and mock him but the thought of Momo made his lips tingle and face grow hot; he needed a break. Maybe tomorrow he'd try again.
He wandered around for a while before heading up to the restaurant on the museum's second floor. There was a window stretching from floor to ceiling that looked out over the forest and a sickeningly cute cafe on the other side. It was pink and vaguely resembled a cupcake. In short, it was the most disgusting building Ichigo had seen in his entire life. He turned away towards the cafeteria. It was a wide, round room with fast food joints lining the walls. For a Friday afternoon it was pretty empty; evidently most people had better things to do with their time (or knew of better museums).
In fact, there were only a couple people in the place at all. One boy with short green hair was blubbering out a long stream of apologies to two bigger boys lounging in a booth. The green haired one was tall, possibly taller than the seated boys, but he had to be about half their width. Then there was the girl from before ordering ramen and a blonde kid twitching impatiently and playing with her dress as he waited in line behind MA. Finally there was one boy with short purple hair. It was parted over one of his eyes so it fell in a way that half-hid the other one. He was tall, with an athletic build and had a cool, collected look to him. A little creepy, to be honest, thought Ichigo, looking away as the boy looked up from his drink.
Stepping forwards into the cafeteria, Ichigo suddenly felt the floor move beneath his feet. He fell forward, thrusting his arms out to catch himself but the floor seemed to fade away into blackness and before he knew it he was falling into nothing. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for impact. When it didn't come he slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was floating in a black abyss, the only light coming from a glowing object to his right. Turning, Ichigo found it to be a cat.
"Where am I?" He asked the thing, which seemed logical at the time. It meowed, as if to reply, and leaped forwards. Ichigo tried to move back, to get away, but his movements were delayed as if he was trying to swim through molasses. The cat reached his chest and sank into him. He gasped in shock, but a nice, warm feeling came over him. Wrapping his arms around his chest he smiled and let his eyes sink closed. So warm...
"Wake up! Momomiya-san..." His eyes fluttered opened and he found Momo kneeling beside him. Her friends stood around, watching anxiously. Slowly he sat up and blinked. He felt really, really funny. Looking around, Ichigo rubbed his eyes and smiled at Momo. She squealed excitedly and fell upon him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. "You scared me!"
Ichigo was embarrassed, though he kind of liked knowing that Momo was worried about him. "I... It's okay. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."
"You just fainted. Some others here did, too. It was probably some kind of ultrasonic noise only you can hear," Explained one of Momo's friends in a cold voice as she glared down at Ichigo.
"But that's no excuse for making Momo-chan worry!" Piped the other one, frowning deeply at Ichigo and placed her hands on her hips. "I say we punish him. What about you, Kami-chan?" She turned her blue gaze up to the other, taller friend of Momo.
Kami, the first one to have spoken, nodded in agreement and raised a hand to her face as she thought. "Yes," She said in her cold, cold monotone. "But the question is, how? We have to keep in mind that he kissed her, too." She sighed and moved her hand to brush her long brown hair off her shoulders. For a while all was quiet and then she said with a sudden forcefulness that shocked Ichigo, "I have the answer! You will go with Momo-chan tomorrow and help her clear the creek."
"Yes! Since we can't be there to protect our dear Momo-chan, it will be Momomiya-san's duty to protect our dear princess!" Exclaimed the smaller, blonde friend. She pumped her fists excitedly, clearly content with the chosen punishment.
Blushing, Momo started, "I really don't need anyone to-"
"NONSENSE! Princess, what would we do if you got hurt!" Demanded Kami, sinking to her knees and leaning across Ichigo to grasp her friend's hands. "Please, let Momomiya-san go with you. That's all I ask."
"Ah... Okay. I guess I could. If that's okay with you, Momomiya-san," Was Momo's shy response to which all the contented Ichigo could do was nod.
