(A/N) I know its short and kind of weird but its going to get better. Promise. This is just the start to something great....I'm hoping.
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~Love Maacha.
It all started when I first met Ichigo, my angel. She arrived at the most unlikely place in the most unlikely form. At my moms funeral in the form of a small cat with red brown fur and green eyes. We talked about saving the earth and finding out who the new leader of the Angels would be. Ichigo was happy and energetic but as my bond with her grew so did the worry and sadness of the day she would have to leave.
I was six years old when my mother died. She was a kind women with a love of everything living. She didn't see evil in anything. She was peacful and protective and I loved her. I had never thought that day would be the last day I would ever see my mother. She stood with her long blond hair blowing in the cool winds of Tokyo. Her blue eyes watching me as I played on the gym. My sister was not far from me.
"Kid's come on.!"She waved her hands motioning for me and my sister to come to her. My sister was nine at this time. A full three years older then me. Old enough to sit in the front seat. Her Brown hair was darker then my blond but we both had the same color eyes. The same deep watery blue eyes of our mother. I almost feel asleep in the back seat. The next thing I remembered was a bright light waking me up and the sound of a horn and then everything went black. I woke up two days later, just in time for my mothers funeral. My sister wouldn't be present.
I stood as the loving daughter beside my father. I cried and cried trough the whole service. My father was a cold unemotional pile of stone. He never showed any signs that he even knew my mother. No one cared about me. They couldn't look at me. The sole survivor of the crash that would tear my family apart. I disappeared beyond the crowd of people, tears still in my eyes. I managed to find a corner of the funeral home where no one could find me and I buried my head in my arms.
"Why are you crying.?" I looked up to hear the voice. The voice of my angel. A red furred cat sat staring at me with its green eyes. It tilted its head to the side.
"M-My M-Mommy's never coming back." I stuttered trough my tears.
"It's OK." The cat said walking closer to me. It put its nose against my hand. "You'll met her again."
"No I won't. Everyone keeps saying she's gone." I cried.
"No, You'll meet her again." The cat looked as if it was smiling. "In heaven."
Every day I played with the small cat. The cat that would be my best friend for Three years of my childhood. To my surprise, no one could see my friend but me. No one could hear my friend but me. My family thought I was crazy and my father left me to live with the nanny's in the house. He didn't want me to know he left me for his other family, but the nanny's talked about it everyday. Even a six year old can tell when somethings wrong. When someones not coming back. My only family where those of my rich aunt and uncles who would have much preferred to have my sister still alive. She could do anything. She was smart and talented. Exactly like my mother. Everyone even said she looked like my mother in every way but her hair color. There was no way I could contend to her. She was better in every way. Except for the fact that I was living, and she was in eternal sleep.
I sat on my bed looking at the small cat that sat there with me. Tomorrow would be my ninth birthday. I had spent three years living by myself with only the nanny's and my beloved angel. My Ichigo. She was my only friend. I wouldn't talk to the kids at school anymore. I wouldn't talk to the teachers. I wouldn't talk to anyone. Only Ichigo. That night I went to bed her cuddled next to me, and drifted into sleep.
I awoke with a fright. I must have had a nightmare. Sitting beside me was nothing. Before I had gone to bed Ichigo had sat there curled up and cuddly. Now was nothing-ness. My breathing turned fast and rapid. As if the air from my body was being sucked out of a tube. I began to panic. Then I noticed something. A small note on my desk beside my bed.
'I'll be back at 14.'
It would be my only hope for the next five years of my sad excuse for a life.