To set the scene: the time is two years after the project began. Ichigo is 16, Ryou is 19 and all the other characters slot in around these two ages. The girls are still fighting the Kimera Anima and the attacks on the city are fairly consistent. They are always successful. The aliens have not shown their faces for a while, preferring to send the monsters without warning.
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Hope you enjoy the first chapter (sorry, it is quite short)!
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Chapter 1 – Important?It was a beautifully serene Friday morning; the kind dreams are made of. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the squirrels were…actually, forget about the squirrels. People around Tokyo were waking up to another day in their lives.
Then the peace was shattered.
"I'm going to be laaaaaaaate!" Sixteen-year old Ichigo Momomiya shrieked, skidding around a corner, before resuming her frantic jog to school. She dashed past shops, not noticing the bewildered glances from customers or the laughs from the younger children on their leisurely walk to school. In fact, she did not stop running until she had reached her cubbyhole, where she nearly collapsed, panting. Her clothing and hair were a mess, but she was too busy trying to catch her breath to fix them as she looked up to the amused faces of her two friends, Mowa and Miwa.
"Just in time, Ichigo," Mowa commented, grinning.
"Yeah, especially good timing, if you ask me," Miwa added.
"Why?" breathed out Ichigo.
"Hello Ichigo."
Ichigo nearly jumped into the ceiling with the shock. She had to concentrate for all of five seconds to will her ears and tail not to pop out and reveal her alter-identity. When she was sure she had them under control, she whirled around to see her boyfriend, Masaya Aoyama, staring at her with a slightly worried look on his handsome face. Ichigo was mortified.
"H-hi!" she gasped out, her face turning a lovely shade of red to rival her hair.
"Late again?" He smiled at her wanly. Without waiting for a reply, he barged on. "Listen, I need to ask you something quickly. Can we meet at the Downtown Café tomorrow?"
'Yes!' her mind screamed at her. She knew they needed some time alone – they had been fighting more than ever recently and had not had a proper uninterrupted date in a month as the attacks on Tokyo city had escalated. However, she knew she couldn't say that and her face fell. "I have work tomorrow," she replied instead.
Masaya looked mildly disappointed, but in his heart he had known this would be the answer. It always was.
"But maybe I could come in the afternoon," Ichigo amended quickly, seeing his expression. "I'll ask if I can get off work early!" 'Please Shirogane, don't screw this up for me,' she prayed internally.
Masaya did not smile. "That would be good, Ichigo. It's kind of important."
Ichigo's eyes widened. Important?
"Call me when you find out, ok. See you later." And before she could reply, Masaya was gone, swept into the crowd of student rushing to class. Ichigo nodded to herself and walked off in the opposite direction, heading for math class.
It was only when she was seated that she realized he had not kissed her when he left.