Cats, Aliens, and DNA Experiments

Interesting title, I know. I was bored but it seems to sum up the story all in it's own.

So, hello! I am back with a new TMM fan-fiction, I have been bothered all these months trying to come up with a new plot. Low and behold, I have!

Now, I can't actually tell you what happens because that ruins the ending in a way. But I can tell you this;

It's Ryou's Turn….

I as you all know, do not own any part of the TMM work and just enjoy writing a good 'clean' fiction.

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Ryou roamed the upper floor of the café, his living quarters per say. He was adorned in his day things, having awoken hours ago, showered and welcomed the day. Too bad Ichigo hadn't done the same. She on the other hand, had only recently crawled from her pink bed, sheet still wrapped around her ankle. Clicking her nail on the door as she walked into it, she turned the knob and stumbled into the hall. Ryou had just passed, but hadn't bothered to turn back. He'd learned that her mornings were not always the more pleasure some.

It had been almost two months since her nightmare dreams, and they had gone for the most part, only the returning on the occasion and lasting not long enough for her to remember. Now, they were back, leaving her with sleepless nights of tossing and turning, screaming or panting. The poor girl, Ryou almost couldn't stand to have her in the same house. But, he cared what happened to his 'weapon'. Yes, he cared a lot, probably too much for comfort.

As Ryou reached the bottom of the stairs, he was greeted by Keiichiro with a smile and a bowl with a spoon in hand. He was creating some new concoction no doubt, mixing delicious flavors into each other. Sometimes Ryou wasn't even sure of his old friends sanity, but he let it slid for now. With a wave, Ryou met the brunette at the bottom of the stairs and they were swept into a conversation quickly.

"…. hear last night?"

"Yes, terrible. I heard…."

"It… be well… dreams like that…"

If you hadn't been trying to understand, you'd never have known what or who they'd been talking about, so close to each other. Keiichiro then bent, his brown hair, not in the horse tail yet, falling over his shoulder as he whispered something to Ryou. The blonde just nodded and then dismissed his friend as he returned to the stairs and headed back up.

"Momomia-san! Get up and get dressed. We're going out!" he hollered through her door. A groan and a thump on the door was her reply which caused Ryou to smirk slightly while shaking his head.

"Just get moving! We're late!"

"Nah nah nah." Ichigo said as she wrenched the door open and looked up at him. Her tongue was sticking out, eyes wide as her fingers pulled at her cheeks. Ryou wanted to jump back startled, but held his ground.

"Good you're ready." he answered her hideous face and then dragged her from the room.

"Where are we going! I don't want to go! If this is another trip to the shrink I'm not going! Shirogane-kun I am not going! You can't ma-" Ichigos' rant had come to a halt, hand over her large gaping mouth.

"Shut up, we're not going to the physiatrist." Ryou hissed at her coldly as they made there way out the door, Ichigo barely having time to grab her shoes.

"Then where are we going?"

"Out." And, with that, Ryou pushed Ichigo into a car and then got in after her, muttering something to the driver before seating himself across from the pink haired idiot.

The jet black car pulled to a stop in front of a large building with glass windows on all sides that reflected the bright morning sun. Ichigo peered out the car window and looked up. They were at a mall. Why…? Ryou must have had something up his sleeve but before Ichigo could pursue the thought, his voice rang out.

"Are you going to open the door, or does Chihara-kun have to?" Ryou asked rudely as he reached passed the girl and pulled the latch. The door automatically swung open and Ichigo tumbled out. More rants came to Ryou's ears, but he just blocked them out as he stepped over her and slammed the door shut.

"Lets go." Was his quick demand and then started pulling Ichigo along once more. "You can buy two things. That's it. I don't care what they are, but you can get two things."

Ichigo was puzzled as she stepped through the sliding doors, nearly blown over by the air conditioning system that was blazing.

"Why are we here Shirogane-kun, and why did you need me?" she asked, though more questions ran through her head as well.

"We are here to shop, and I need you here to carry the bags." He sounded very serious. Cat girl blinked.

"Hold on! I am not shopping with you for one, and I'm not carrying the bags as another!" She shouted as he turned around to face her.

His eyes were icy, obviously not in the mood to deal with her spasmodic tantrum. With a sigh, he pulled out a cat-nip toy shaped like a mouse and threw it. Luckily the mall was empty due to it being early morning, so no one actually saw Ichigo racing off after the toy. Ryou just followed after her, even stepping pace that caught up with ease. "In here." he said pointing at a store on the right. A large glowing sign over head said 'Choices By Trickster' in blue and orange letters with little jester hats over the I's. Ichigo pranced in, the bell on the mouse's tail ringing as she caught it.

Ryou however, didn't make it into the store. He had collapsed to his knees at the entrance feeling weak. One hand was on his forehead while his other held him up so he was on three's. His eyes were shut as if the close ground or bright lights bothered him. Blonde hair hung down loosely, as did the jip of his black vest. Low growls and moaning sounds came from his throat every so often as he tried to get a grip on reality and what was happening. Ichigo wasn't far off as she ran to his side, the toy laying lifeless on the ground as she knelt beside him, her hands on his back and shoulder.

"Shirogane-kun, Shirogane-kun. What is it? What's wrong?" she asked frazzled as she looked around for the cause, but saw nothing. Under Ichigos' fingers, Ryou's muscles moved as his hand went from his head to his chest, clenching the cloth as if a bad attack of heartburn had captured him. He gave off a growl, then lurched forward, blacking out.