When Suicide Takes Over A Cat's Mind.

Ichigo stood there in the snow. Tiny, white flakes melted on her warm, peach skin."He's never coming back." She sighed sadly. It had been 12 years since she had seen him. Ichigo had been incredibly lonely these past few years. Her mum and dad died in a plane crash, Keiichiro and Ryou decided to close the café, Ichigo dumped Masaya because of his sudden departure to England, Pudding left with her siblings to go and live with their father, Zakuro left for a career boost in Russia, Mint and her brother left with their nana to their parents' resort home in Spain and Lettuce went to Africa to help with a charity. It was just her. Christmas was coming fast, except she didn't need to buy a lot of presents. "All I want for Christmas, is for this heartache to stop. No-one's coming back and nor will he!" she sobbed into her heat-filled, spotty-pink mittens. It was quite late and it was very cold. After she had finished crying, she looked around to see Tokyo Tower all lit up, and started to walk towards it with an idea, and it wasn't a pleasant one. As soon as she reached the lit up replica of the Eiffel Tower, she climbed the emergency ladder placed on the side to the top, and stared down to find a dark city, but it was noisy. Starting to cry again, she reached into her pocket to find her old, gold power pendant. She knew she didn't have her powers anymore, but she decided to give it a shot. "Mew Mew Strawberry, Metamorpho-sis!" Nothing happened. "Good, this can't go wrong." Ichigo closed her eyes, but then heard a noise behind her and turned worryingly. She gasped. He was standing there. His forest green hair was slightly longer, himself taller and muscular, his sun-like eyes still held the sparkle Ichigo would notice when she looked into them and he still had his signature smirk."K-kisshu? No...I'm hallucinating. You're not real." Ichigo concluded as she turned round and jumped off the Tower. Kisshu's smirk dropped swiftly."No, Ichigo! I am real! Ichigo! ICHIGO!" Kisshu screamed and then heard a loud thump. He looked over and could see that his 'Koneko-chan' was dead. He teleported instantly, he could care less if anyone saw him. He could see tears on her pale face, blood escaped from her broken head."Ichigo? Ichigo, answer me, please!" Kisshu cried, wondering why she would do this. He looked for a pulse, but broke down when he couldn't find one."I've been waiting for 12 years to see you! This can't happen!" he stopped quickly, "I couldn't tell you how much you mean to me...I couldn't tell you how much I love you." Kisshu rummaged in his pocket for the ring he wanted to give her, but left it. He called for his Dragon Swords to appear, then kissed Ichigo's cold, icy, dead lips."Don't worry, Kitten. I'm coming for you." Kisshu placed one sword over his heart and pushed in, landing next to her, his hand on her's by coincidence. The next morning, the police were checking through the dead red-head's strawberry shoulder bag. One man found a book with a leather casing. He flicked through it to the last page with the last words being:'For there never wasa story of more woe,than this of Julietand her Romeo.'