Hood Mew Mews

A/N: Okay so I want this story to have a movie-like vibe to it so, there are some songs I want you to listen to while reading this fanfiction. They will be marked by # and *. It doesn't matter where you are in the song, just play it.

You start playing 'They See Me Rolling' when you see #

You start playing 'Apple Bottom Jeans' when you see *

It was a bright and steamy late afternoon in Los Angeles. Ichigo and her posse were rolling down town, looking for some fabulous stores to get the gear that was all the rage that summer. (#)They were heading down a street when a car hollered at them from behind. Ichigo stopped and so did her posse. She turned around, to see a rust red Lowrider. She smiled, and walked up to the hot ride with pride. Her posse followed suit. She leaned into the window, and rested on the sill. Sitting in the car was a young man, with purple hair and indigo eyes. He had a bandana covering his head, and a snapback, facing backwards, on top of it. He had a long white t-shirt, with lots of prints and a long pair of baggy blue jeans.

"Hey, girl. Dang! You looking fine." He looked at Ichigo. She was wearing a very short pair of faded, blue shorts, an oversized but short blouse, that showed off her flat stomach, and gold coloured, four inch heels, with thin straps zig-zagging across her feet. She also had her nails- toes and fingers- painted in hot pink, and her done up in a messy bun.

" Wanna come down to my club?" the guy persuaded. Ichigo giggled, then signaled for her crew to get in.

By the time they got to the club it was already dark.(*) When the guy turned off the engine, the posse got out and followed their 'leader'. The guy stopped at the door of the club. The Mew Mews- as that is what they had taken to calling themselves- were excited as the heard the bass of music coming from the other side.

"I got some girls here for The Boss," the guy said to another guy sitting at the door.

"What's the password?" the club guard asked sternly. The purple- haired guy leaned down and whispered into the club guards ear.

"Ghettomoriphosis."

The club guard nodded, and opened the door. The Mew Mews saw lots of people dancing and drinking. The purple-haired guy turned to face them.

"Alright," he said, "This is the spot."

After a few hours of dancing, Ichigo was thirty, and decided to head to the bar. Before she could get there, she was tapped on the shoulder, and spun around to face a green- haired guy. He wore a long black T-shirt, with lots of golden printing, long faded black jeans, and white and blue kicks. On the the hand that tapped her shoulder, and now rested there, she saw many various gold rings.

"Did my boy Pai bring you here?" the green-haired boy asked, smirking. Ichigo nodded, smirking back. He studied her for a moment.

"You look thirty," he said, "Let me get you a drink. The name's Kisshu by the way."

Instead of taking her to the bar, he took her behind some dark curtains. There, Ichigo saw a red couch in a dimly lit room, with a small coffee table in front of it. On the coffee table was an ice bucket, filled to the brim with champagne and ice.

They sat on the couch, drinking, talking and laughing. Ichigo was sitting on Kisshu in a straddled position.

"You so dang sexy," Kisshu cooed to her. She smiled

"I know," she said, before leaning down and…

Ichigo flew up from her bed, panting and flushed. She looked around her room, confirming her environment.

"Did I…. Why would I…. How did…." Ichigo mumbled, her head spinning from confusion. She had just had the craziest dream in her life. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She flushed at the memory of the dream, then shook her head furiously.

"I don't even own pants that short!"

A/N: XD I just love this one-shot. It's just so crazy! I know you want to review… *evil smile* T~T…Later!