A/N: Hello! My first TMM Fan fic! Nyu! Kind of lame, but I hope you enjoy!
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The rain whipped Ichigo's Mauve hair against her face, but she couldn't let that slow her down. The aliens were right at her heels, and she had no time to transform.
Where is everyone? Her mind screamed as she turned around the corner, still a block from the café. It was now pouring and dark cloud loomed menacingly in the evening sky. Thunder boomed in the distance as the café loomed into view. Putting on one final burst of strength, Ichigo burst through the doors. For once, the café was empty, but Ichigo knew the others were in there somewhere. Slamming the door, although she knew it was pointless, she ran in search of her companions. But no one was there: the café was empty. Suddenly, the Aliens burst into the room. A powerful scent filled the air and Ichigo felt the land of unconsciousness creeping closer…
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"Nyu, look at this place! Oh, look at those adorable little houses!"
Cherry Sakuranbo squealed in delight as she skipped around the airport,. She took a deep breath, savoring the first few minutes of her new, parent free life in Japan. Tokyo was all her mother said it was, although there weren't as many girls as she thought. Although, she was sixteen; hardly a girl anymore (no matter what her mother said). Laughing, she ran over to grab her bags and head to her grandmother's car. The limousine was pulled up in the terminal and her grandmother's porter opened the door for her.
"Gee, thanks, sir" she said in what she thought sounded very sarcastic, but the porter thought otherwise.
"Your welcome, Miss Sakuranbo"
Blushing, she left her trolley and swept inside. Her grandmother was sitting on one of the leather seats, and she gestured for Cherry to do likewise.
"Hello, Cheryl, I hope you found your trip to your liking?"
Cherry rolled her eyes at the formality.
"Grams, it's not Cheryl, it's Cherry."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Cherry. Oh, your mother always had a flair for the weird names."
Cherry nodded politely, used to being made fun of for her name. The fact that her hair was the color of Cherries: a dark, purplish-maroon color, it made her stand out even more. Her Mahogany eyes roved along the passing houses, buildings…
"Now, Cherry, hon, I hope you know you're going to start school right away tomorrow. Yopu made it into that really nice one you wanted."
Cherry just nodded her thoughts elsewhere. She wondered how her father was doing, with her brother. She hoped that now that she was out, their financial situation would improve. Her father would never accept money from anyone, no matter how much they needed it. Her brother, who was two years older, was already working instead of college, and her mother…well, no one had even seen her for three years, and she never dared to ask when or where. Her father always either changed the question abruptly or just ignored her altogether. Maybe her Grandmother…
"Come on, Miss Sakuranbo, we're here"
Cherry flung herself out quickly and gasped. The house was giant, painted a rosy pink color. It was no wonder her grandmother had all those people over; she definitely had the room for it. The porter bowed.
"This way, Miss"
She followed the porter cheerfully, the bright coloring making her feel like she was floating on clouds or in heaven. She hadn't been to Japan since her mother left, and she hadn't planned on coming back. But here she was, in the one place she never wanted to be again. Taking a deep breath, she told herself;
You're doing this for dad; you're doing this for dad…
"Here we are, Miss"
Curtyseying like her father taught her, she walked into the room he'd led her into. It was an inviting green with black furniture andedging. There was a large, walk-in closet already with many outfits hanging inside. She walked in, letting her hands trail over the slick silk, the soft cotton…
Was this really what she wanted? Was this really what she needed?
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A/N: Well, there it is. ReVIEw, please! I'll update after I get one.
Very short, sorry! Other's will be longer: this is just the explaining one.
Kira-chan-
