A/N: Hi fans! This is one of the candidates for my next story vote. My other story is called 'Heaven and Hell' but that is another story. I do NOT own TMM and the songs I will use in this story.

This is a remix version of our favorite story except that Masaya doesn't do anything for Ichigo's heart and she's a more gangster, tom boy type. Her one flaw is that she has no idea on how to deal with relationships or kisses. This is a Ichigo/Kisshu story. The only thing bad about this story is that it sounds like it should have been the story I wrote first instead of the my first fic.

If it sucks, I am sorry but it will get better and I haven't revised this since the day I wrote it. And that was two months ago. Don't hate me. Enjoy!!

Diary Entry 1: The Life I Lived

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"Man the thunder is loud!" I comment as I stared out towards the outside. Soon after the thunder, there was lightening that fallowed. It danced in the dark night sky as the rain rained down cats and dogs. It's a statement and I only mean that it was pouring rain outside. As I stared out into the night, thunderous sky, I started remembering how I got here.

To think that I would be betrayed by my own comrades because they were doubting my loyalty to them as a so called 'protector of the earth'. Now that I think about it, that phrase is actually really annoying. Why did I even agree to protect the earth when the world hated me from the start? Was it because I was happy that someone actually needed me? That I wasn't just some piece of crap that was born and thrown away?

My parents didn't even want me. As soon as I was born, they left me on the orphanage's doorstep. I had to work night and day for food. It was a terrible place to live anyway. When I had enough, I actually burned the orphanage to the grounds. Every other orphan escaped but I heard that the owner was unable to escape. I was happy by that, but all of the orphans then got parents who wanted them. I was the only one who wasn't. I always believed that I was meant to be hatred and discarded.

I lived on the streets; stealing to get food in my stomach, chased by cops, and being beaten for the things I've done or for no good reason. Every time a weirdo came my way, I would defeat him so bad that he wasn't able to speak when I left him. I'm still only thirteen years old and I would like to keep my virginity if that's nice. Then one day, my life was changed forever. I could still remember it like yesterday, along with all of my other memories before this night.

"Huff, huff, huff."

"Get back here, you brat!" the police called after me.

I was running on the sidewalks, passing the angry, surprised, or scared towns people. What? They never saw a homeless person stealing a loaf of bread and are running from the cops before? Like every day when I'm really desperate and haven't had anything to eat since yesterday's trash, I intend to go to different bakeries and steal bread. This time, it was a bad day. The cops were right in front of the bakery. I didn't even notice they were there until after the lady yelled thief. I've been running for a good ten minutes and could still go on. The police apparently, too. They've been on my heels the good ten minutes and haven't slowed down, yet. These are a lot different than the ones I've ran away from before.

My lungs felt like they're on fire and my legs felt like weights pulling me down. My pace is starting to slow down and soon, I would be caught and taken to the pen house. Can't afford that! So I kept on running, despite the stinging pains I could feel in my knee caps and my thighs. As I continued running, I turned a corner. I know these parts better than anyone but as soon as I turned, I crashed.

Boom!

"Ow!" I heard someone cried.

I looked up and the first thing I saw was golden hair. I looked up more and it was a teenager. Well, a high schooler. He had really golden hair that could be mistake for the sun's rays. His tan skin proved to me that he goes out a lot or is he biracial? Must be. He has blue eyes and you don't see a lot of golden hair people with blue eyes around Japan.

He looked up at me and stared. Now that I think about it, this boy is actually pretty good looking.

"Are you the one?" he asked, "Are you the special lady?"

"Uh?" I asked him. What is he? A weirdo?

Before he said anything else or I could, I felt two pair of strong arms, grab my arms. I was roughly picked up and apparently those hands belong to the police. Crap!

"You're coming with us, girly!" one of them said. Call me that again and I'll call him buck teeth pretty soon.

"Hold on!" I heard. Both the police and I looked at the boy and he was standing straight up. He asked, "What seems to be the problem here, gentlemen?"

The second officer answered, "This girl is being charged with stealing. She'll come down to the station with us and stay there." As I said before, oh crap! Let me change that. Oh sh-

"I'll pay."

Uh?

I was the only one staring at the boy crazy. The officers were, too.

The boy asked again, "How much for it?"

"Sir?" the first officer called. "You are willing to pay for this girl's charges and the bread she stole?"

"It's only fifty dollars, right?"

Fifty dollars? Man! The government got expensive! How is he going to pay for that?

Then just like magic, the boy revealed in two fingers, a fifty dollar bill. Is this kid rich?

"Let the girl go and I'll responsible from now on."

Excuse me?

"Okay, then," the second officer allowed. You got to be kidding me! I just banged into this guy and he's willing to take care of me? How do these guys not know that he might be a weird strip club owner or something?

But the officers took the boy's money and they tossed me to him like I was some doll. The boy caught me and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't notice that until after I saw the officers leave.

'Bastards! Next time I see them, I'll kick their asses so hard they won't be able to sit for the rest of their life! I'll break their butt cheeks!' I thought, viciously.

"Finally!" I looked up at the boy and he was grinning at me. "We finally have the last one?"

I asked, "Last of what?" He let go of me and grabbed my wrist.

"Come with me!" he told me. He started walking away with me dragging behind me.

"Hey! Wait! Who are you and where are you talking?" I asked, but he didn't answer. I was ready to beat him up and then run for it, but apparently, we already arrived at his building. A very sissy building if you ask me.

The building could be mistaken for a small kingdom. There were just some minor imperfections. The walls were girly pink with small different color hearts and red heart shaped windows. The building could be at least two stories tall and on the second floor, there is a balcony but it looked small. On the very top of the castle looking building, there is a small golden statue on it. It looks like a cat with bird wings. That's weird and why would he take me here?

He pulled me inside and then closed the door behind him. I demanded, "Where the hell am I, asshole? You better tell me now or I will personally send you to the hospital and that is no joke!"

After I threatened that, I felt a hand on my shoulder from behind. In reaction, I grabbed the hand and I flipped who ever put their hand me over. He slammed his back to the floor and I got a good look at this one. This looked like a man, no older than his early twenty. He has long brown hair that's tied into a low pony tail and he has hazel colored eyes. Unlike the boy, he looked pale.

"Who are you?" I asked, in my position to fight. The man on the floor got up and winced in pain. I was glad to hear him sound like that. It mean that I got a lucky hit and a good chance to run from this girly house. He stood up and bowed, why is the guy bowing to me?

"I'm sorry for surprising you like that, Ms. Ichigo. But please, you can relax here. No one is going to hurt you," he assured. For a guy that was just flipped over, he sure is nice and curious.

"Well how can I relax when you know my name? Who exactly are you and you better tell me fast!" I threatened.

The boy at the door came closer, but not too close. He said, "My name is Ryou Shirogane and this is Keiichiro Akasaka. We assure you that we mean you no harm." I heard those names before.

"Don't tell me that you're the Ryou Shirogane? The youngest scientist in the world and one of the most richest kids in Tokyo?"

"That's me."

Okay, that was surprising. Didn't expect to met a rich guy. No wonder he had fifty dollars on him.

The one known as Keiichiro kept his distance but he said, "Ichigo-san, please sit down. You must be starving. I'll bring you some food and drinks."

I declined. "Sorry, but I was told never to take food from strangers."

"Well you broke that statement when I found you," Ryou reminded. Now who the hell does he think he is?

Rumble

That was my stomach and it was hungry. I felt ashamed and embarrassed by the sound of my stomach roaring. I'm supposed to look tough enough to prove to these guys that I'm not scared and then my stomach betrays me. I should have taken a different corner.

After they heard my stomach, they insisted that I sit down and eat. Considering that my stomach is catching up to me, I agreed. I sat down on a white chair with matching white tables and I waited for the food. In no time, a big tray of pastries and sweets were presented right in front of me and the sweetest smelling drink I ever tasted. I wasn't suspicious about the poison that could be in it because I was too hungry to care. I dig in like there was no tomorrow. Akasaka treated me to refills and more food as Ryou was sitting right across from me. I had no manners at all because I never really thought I needed them so I didn't use them now.

After they fed me, that was when Ryou told me about what my genes really are; genes infused with an Iromote cat.