"Kisshu, what are you doing?" Pai had walked into the younger alien's room to scold him for not arriving at his lab when needed but was stopped in his track when some bizarre music hit him and the sight of a human's television in the middle of Kisshu's room, said alien's eyes glued to the screen had stopped him.

"Ssshh Pai! She's going to admit it!" Kisshu shouted, flailing his arms around madly before settling down and staring at the screen for a few more minutes, tears in his eyes. "Pai?"

"Hmm?" the older alien asked, impatient yet still humouring the green haired one.

"This girl fell in love with a beast after being locked away, but he made it up to her with a romantic dinner and dancing! Do you think-?"

"Stop. The pink mew will not fall for you simply because you dance with her." Kisshu seemed disheartened as he watched the screen, tears falling from his eyes. Pai let, deciding to let Kisshu ride out what ever emotion he was feeling on his own. Unbeknownst to Pai, Kisshu left moments later in search of a dress shop.

Ichigo stepped outside as the orange sky painted everything with a pale golden glaze and a slight breeze ruffled her hair. She locked the cafe doors behind her then took a few steps before something interrupted her.

"Don't attack me, please." She turned around almost violently to see Kisshu stood so casually against the cafe door.

"What do you want, Kisshu?" She spat out.

"A few hours of your time. Its nothing bad, I promise. And I'm not kidnapping you, or anything, I just want to..."

"What do I get in return?" Kisshu ginned, knowing he had convinced her.

"You can keep the dress." She looked confused but Kisshu just rolled his eyes, still smiling, and whisked her up in his arms, completely ignoring her hits and punches and slaps.

Moments later, they were in a large room full of storage and jewellery and makeup.

"I put your dress in the wardrobe, meet me out there when you're ready." He released her and kissed her nose then teleported away before he could be slapped.

He stood before the mirror in his own room staring at his reflection, a black tuxedo uncomfortably constricting in comparison to his usual attire, his hair in it's usual style with black hair ties in place of his red ones.

Ichigo sat in front of her vanity mirror fixing her crimson hair into a side ponytail. She stood, smoothing her dark red dress, it's many underskirts felt strange around her legs, the off the shoulder sleeves uncomfortably low, the corset style bodice relentless in it's attempt to suffocate her. But when she saw herself for the first time, she gasped. She looked so much...more mature, like a woman. Then her eyes drifted to the door. There was no other option but to comply and hope he'd take her home afterwards.

Behind the door, there stood some stairs leading to a platform where a dashing figure awaited her. She appeared to float effortlessly down the stairs, holding her dress up as she descended.

"What is this about, Kisshu?" She demanded as he held out his arm for her to take.

"Just a meal and some dancing."

"You dragged me here for a date?" His smile grew as she sighed and took his arm to go down the remaining stairs where a long table sat, steaming plates of food she couldn't identify at either side. She nibbled politely at what was on the plate until it was finished. Then, Kisshu appeared at her side, his hand held out, a look of pure anticipation on his face. She took his hand, still telling herself to just go along with it and pray he'd take her home afterwards. What she wasn't anticipating, though, was the feeling of dancing on air as she and Kisshu spun and twirled around the dance hall to some violin music playing a tune she knew she had heard before.

She found herself giggling as he spun her, allowing him to guide her in a dance that gave her deja vu. The song seemed to never end and she somehow found herself with her head lain on his shoulder as the dance slowed and the lighting dimmed. Then, the feeling of dancing on air returned, this time for real. Kisshu had floated a few inches from the ground, Ichigo firmly held against him. Then, the music ended.

Her feet touched the ground after a moment but Kisshu's arms still held her, her head still lay on his shoulder. She felt a little kiss grace her cheek and she looked up at him.

She stood up straight again.

"I'll let you get changed now, then if you come back here, I'll take you home." A sadness tainted his honey gold eyes as she pulled herself from his grasp. She gave a little curtsy then lifted her dress and practically ran to the room to get changed back to her ordinary clothes.

When she got back to him, box full of her dress and accessories.

"You did say I could have these, didn't you?" He nodded, smiling when he noticed the little tiara still in her hair, the very one he had chosen for her. This, combined with the image of her head against his shoulder, a little smile on her face, gave him hope. But to be sure, that night after leaving Ichigo at her front door, he raided a store where more of these movies could be obtained and stayed up most of the night, notepad and pen in hand, taking notes and jotting ideas down as to where to go and what to do with Ichigo. He grinned as a new idea planted itself in his mind.

So...yeah. If anyone likes this, please comment and tell me what movie Kisshu should watch next!