Kishu hung in the air above the city looking down on the busy people of Toyko. He crossed his arms, frowning. He'd been here too long. If he was honest with himself, he would admit the mission he had originally come to Earth with was now the furthest thing from his mind.

A vision of Ichigo – smiling, laughing, glaring at him – burst uninvited into his mind. The feel of her lips as he had kissed her that one time, that one time which he still couldn't get out of his head.

He was here for a reason, for a mission. He had to take Earth back so that his people could return and survive. They had waited far too long, and conditions back home were worsening every day. He should be focused! He should be seeing only his goal and striking down those that stood in the way.

But – damn that girl – he couldn't get her out of his head. He looked forward to every battle with the Mew Mews. It wasn't for the thought of winning as it should have been, but for the thought of seeing her again. For the fire in her eyes. To hear his name fall from her lips.

Just to see her.

Fists clenched, Kishu could feel his nails digging into his palms. Ichigo didn't see him like that, he wasn't stupid. She only had eyes for Ayoama, that fool. How could she love a simple human? He was only one of a million conformers soiling the planet, soiling Earth. But somehow he had blinded her and Ichigo couldn't see through him.

The air next to him shimmered; his friends, his companions, appeared next to him.

"What are you doing way out here?" Pai asked. He hung in the air, eyes ever thoughtful. Kishu considered voicing his thoughts, his fears, but he knew to do that would be dangerous. Pai was older than he was and though they had been together a long time, he was more loyal to their people than e was to Kishu. He'd call him a traitor. On Pai's other side Taruto floated aimlessly looking bored. He was too young to fully understand.

While Kishu trusted his companions, he knew he could tell neither of them the truth of his thoughts. So he said: "Planning our next attack of course." He revealed his teeth in a grin.

"What, you've got another plan? The last one didn't work out so well in case you don't remember," Taruto reminded him, opening just one eye to look at him. Pai revealed no surprise.

"Let us hear it then."

"I say our main problem isn't the Mew Mews themselves," Kishu began, raising a hand against their protests. "Think about it. They were humans before and without their transformations they wouldn't be able to stand against us. They wouldn't be able to do a thing."

"So we stop them from transforming? How," Taruto demanded, fully alert now.

"That wasn't quite what I was getting at, but now that you mention it..."

"Preventing them from changing is not defeating them," Pai interrupted.

"No, not exactly. It's like defeating them without the fighting."

Pai raised an eyebrow as though he much would have preferred the fighting, despite the fact that tact had been getting them no where. Taruto, however, rubbed his pale hands together in glee.

"I like it! It sounds sneaky and sneaky is so much fun!"

Kishu grinned at his little friend. It did sound fun, and more than that it would give him an excuse to see Ichigo again.