"So I guess this is goodbye." Ichigo said picking up the last fluffy pink luggage bag and loading it into the taxi.
"I guess so…" Ryou said quietly, watching me get in the cab.
"Ichigo-"
"Yeah?" I answered, twining my fingers with Masaya's. I looked up at him, but his face sort of fell.
"Never mind." He had been looking me straight in the eyes. He'd been trying to tell me something all day but couldn't get it out. He opened his mouth then closed it again. His royal blue eyes looked darker than usual. Like… Like he was going to cry or something.
"Bye Ryou!" I yelled waving my hand out of the window as the cab slowly started pulling away from the cab. His face changed abruptly from sad to startled.
"Wait!" The cab began to pick up speed and I watched him run a little bit after the cab but then he stopped. Like he had given up. I watched his mouth open out of the rear view mirror ad form the words:
"I love you…"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Uggghhhh." I groggily groaned. Then, in the blindness of sleep I started whacking my hand around my nightstand to find the snooze button. I sat up ad stretched out my arms with a yawn; remembering that day I left for England… I never did go back to Tokyo. But oh well, that was 8 years ago. I have a different life now.
Slipping my feet into my fuzzy pink slippers I remembered I was suppose to wake him up. I looked to the left of me… I love to watch him sleep. I have no clue why. He just looked so peaceful and boyish when he slept. With his tousled black hair all bed matted- but cute. His log black lashes were the first thing you noticed when you looked at his olive -y tan face. I sighed. I'd hate to wake him up- but I knew I'd have to.
"Honey," I shook his shoulder.
"Baby wake up." He groaned, rolled on his back under the white covers then sleepily opened his eyes. He smiled.
"Morning sunshine." He said reaching up and ruffling up my hair playfully.
"Love the hair." Yeah my hair gets kinda messy when I sleep. I smiled.
"Oh shut up," I said whacking him lightly on the arm.
"Alright, get up; we've gotta finish packing." He groaned again, this time rolling over on his side facing away from me, then pulling the covers over his head. I laughed. Jake definitely wasn't a morning person.
"Okay, guess I'll just have to pack for you myself. Even though I have absolutely no idea what you wanted to bring." I heard a laughing groaning sound come from under the covers. A few seconds latter the sheets got pushed down and Jake's smiling face appeared.
"I hate you." He replied sweetly. I laughed.
"I know," I said even sweeter, leaning in and gently kissing his lips. I looked at the sunshine coming in from the large window in our bedroom of our apartment. I loved waking up to warmth. It almost reminded me of the warmth I use to feel when I transformed back in my mew mew days… Almost.
I got up off our white bed and shuffled my feet into our little eat in kitchen that was just out the door, poured my self some coffee then got to packing. For some reason that always bothered me… What Ryou said. I thought back to when he'd finally said I love you. My heart had fluttered then ached… Almost like I'd been waiting for him to say that for years… Had I? I folded a pink shirt then threw it into my bag. I don't know. I miss my Tokyo mew mew days- a lot. But I lost my powers a long time ago and ever since then I've moved on. Got myself threw college for the culinary arts. Landed myself a really good job as a chef's assistant… I got engaged. I looked at my sparkling gold engagement ring. It had pale yellow diamonds that glittered almost a gold sparkling color in the sun light.
I heard the floor boards creek and looked up to see Jake walk out of our bedroom and into our living room. I smiled at him and he smiled back. Oh and Jake didn't know, about my fighting days. Well what would you do, tell the man your getting married to that you use to be Tokyo's heroine? And oh yeah, by the way I use to be half cat. Hmm, yeah right.
Me and Jake've been dating for two years ad he asked me to marry him about six months ago. We're getting ready to leave California and go backpacking across Europe. I know, romantic right? Then we're gunna go look for a cute apartment in France. There's an opening at this amazingly famous restaurant as part of the cooking staff. I know at first I'm just going to be doing dishes and stuff but this is really big for me.
I packed my last item into my back then shot my hands up in the air.
"Yay! I'm done packing. Jake are you…" I trailed off as I looked at him nd his empty bag and mess of things he wanted to bring all over the couch.
"Uh…" He scratched the back of his head.
"I don't think I'll be able to bring all this." I watched his eyes trail from the bag to his stuff. I laughed.
"Well you don't need to bring a roll of toilet paper." I giggled throwing the roll off the couch and over my shoulder.
"Well, yeah I will. The outdoors had no toilet paper." I tried real hard not to laugh.
"Sweety, we're not camping. We'll check into hotels at night time and stuff- 'kaye?" He laughed feeling like a retard.
"And this is why you're the smart one." He said walking towards me real close. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I laughed.
"Awe Jake-y… I know." I said leaning up on my tiptoes to peck his lips. The kiss deepend, and, well- you don't need to know the rest. ;D
