Unrequited
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew
A/N: OK, I have lured you in with my juicy summary, and now can safely confess the truth: in places, this fic will suck. It was a difficult bunny. Written for GypsyxSilent, as her prize for winning my PaiXLettuce competition. Please go check out her fic and review it; I want to know what people think of it and I'm sure she does too. It is called Rain.
So, the prompt: What if, instead of Kish loving Ichigo and her rejecting him, it happened the other way round? Take it, True, run with it! Sometimes I ran. Sometimes I plodded. Sometimes I spouted utter jibberish at the rate of a word every minute as I waited for the bunnies to bite. But enough of this. I give you...the prologue.
She walks along the footpath. Hesitates, frowns. The sun beats down, baking the pavement into dust.
She should put some sunscreen on the back of her neck.
But what should she do about Masaya?
She's always admired him. What girl wouldn't? He's so intelligent, so handsome, and so kind, not like the other boys. But actually spending time with him...it's not what she expected.
His emotions are so hard to unravel.
She felt like nothing but a responsibility when he grabbed her by the hand, but next moment he was all sweetness, apologising...
It might not be a bad sign, though...he said he was nervous...
But does she want him to be nervous?
She slows to a crawl. That's the problem: she doesn't know anymore. She wants to slap herself. How can she be suddenly losing interest in a boy she's loved for so long? She's being far too picky; he's a human being, of course he can't be perfect!
But crikey, he does ramble.
Maybe they're not right for each other. Maybe they are. She doesn't want to let him go.
'What should I do?' she sighs aloud.
'Hey!'
A voice. A voice from above. A shadow falls across her face. She looks up. There is a figure there, a black form surrounded by a dazzle of sun.
'I wanted to see the human sabotaging our plans. But you're pretty cute!'
The figure swoops. Ichigo stumbles. Cold fingers grasp her chin, breath fans her lips.
She is kissed.
'My name is Kish.'
A flash of white skin...
Golden eyes.
He stands before her for a moment, pale tongue flicking across his lips, his eyes laughing. Ichigo can't breathe.
'Thanks for the kiss.'
He floats upwards and vanishes.
Ichigo stares.
His name is Kish. He is not human, and he is perfect.