Ichigo moaned as she turned to the side.
The world continued....to dizzily spin.....
Yep-you guessed it-Ichigo was in bed with a horrible fever. Sakura had taken her temperature just this morning-
"MY word! Dear-come here!"
Ichigo's father hurried up.
"W-what?"
"It's...Ichigo...." Sakura gave out a long, suffering sigh. "Ah. And I have been SO looking forward to today..."
"Why?" Ichigo croaked. "What's..."
"Why, dear-we were leaving for our cruise ship! Around the Carribean for our third honeymoon!" Sakura gazed soppily into her husband's eyes.
"But, now...."
"No! No-I'm alright!" Ichigo turned even redder. "Please...don't miss out for me. You should go-you already packed and everything!"
It was clear that Sakura was weakening.
"Well," (she put on a fake show of reluctance) "if...you...insist......"
"Goodbye, sweetheart-do feel better soon. See you in a week!"
"Bye-"
The two hurried away, laughing as they slammed the door to the car outside, still carrying their luggage.
Ichigo froze.
That had.....
....just left.......
....like that.
Wiping away at the wetness in her eyes, Ichigo settled back down again in bed, trying to ignore the cramps that were seriously burning. Any moment she felt prone to vomit.
She reached for her cell phone beside the bed wearily.
As expected, Ryou chewed her out for skipping work. Mint was too busy whining in the backround about the misery of having to work.
Judging by the sounds of things, Lettuce and Pudding had just broken another plate.
Clicking her phone off, Ichigo settled back into bed, the cool autumn air making her shiver. Her parents must have forgotten to turn up the heat.
A pair of glowing amber eyes watched her from beside her window.
It was a dark day. Grey clouds annnounced the coming of a storm. The cold wind rustled and eerily swept the golden leaves away.
But all Kish could do was stare at his broken angel.
Ichigo's parents had simply left. Left, their sick daughter-all alone, for their own pleasure.
If it wouldn't have made Ichigo sad, Kish would've murdered them.
And her "friends?" Too busy looking after themselves, like the brats they were.
Ichigo had just been dumped by Masaya-he'd fallen in love with some new girl-had to protect a world that wouldn't mind dissecting her-here Kish's fists clenched-and lead a team that couldn't care less if she died.
This was it.
This was the final straw.
Kish could take better care of Ichigo then anyone else. No one deserved her.
The world did not deserve her.
That sick little tree hugger did not deserve her.
Rage. Fiery rage. Kish immediately teleported into Ichigo's room.
Ichigo had just managed to fall back asleep. Kish gazed at the little kitten before her.
Very gently, he took Ichigo from her bed, the comforters sliding off her-and teleported back out the window.
So quiet and careful had been Kish, Ichigo did not wake up, even when red bangs brushed against her face in the strong winds.
Kish stopped in middair, Ichigo still sleeping in his arms. He pressed his lips softly to her forehead.
"Sleep well, Ichigo. I have you now. I won't let anyone else have you. I promise."
And with that, Kish and Ichigo disappeared.