Kisshu: -still ranting from last chapter-…I WILL TEAR HIS LIMBS FROM –

Ookami Hitokage: KISSHU.

Kisshu: Yes?!

Ookami Hitokage: We have your point. We got it a long time ago. Don't worry.

Kisshu: …

Ookami Hitokage: Finally peace and quiet.

Disclaimer!

Ookami Hitokage: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew!

Three Fateful Words

By Ookami Hitokage

The door to the house slammed shut violently, as the red-haired girl rushed upstairs and into her room, slamming the door shut and locking it. She turned to the window, made sure it was locked and shut, and fell on her bed, crying to herself.

"I hate him. I don't ever want to see him again. Ever." Burying her face in the pillow, Ichigo closed her eyes, trying to hold back her tears. However she soon lost the battle. Sobbing gasps left the girl's body and she suddenly sat up.

"I'm wearing these clothes…I shouldn't…"

In her anger, the Mew practically tore the clothes from her body, and reached into her closet to grab a different outfit, one that Masaya had probably never seen before – a black skirt up to her knees, and a light grayish-pink tank top. Glowering down at the clothes she'd worn to see Masaya that day, Ichigo pondered on the ways she could destroy them. Perhaps with her Strawberry Check, or maybe even throw them in a fire.

Or something.

Anger and betrayal boiled within her veins.

I hate him! How dare he!

Shaking, Ichigo picked up the clothes and put them in a neat pile outside her room. After a few moments of continuing to glower at them, she charged into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind her.

She collapsed against the sink, tears leaking out of her eyes and falling into the sink. Every now and then she would sob or whimper.

The girl stood up suddenly at the feeling of her cat ears and tail popping out, but soon collapsed into tears once more. Why…do I feel this way? Why…does it hurt so much? It shouldn't, right? I hate him…so why…

Ichigo stood up once more, drawing a hand through her hair. After a few moments, she tore at the ribbon, pulling it out and tearing it into two. After that she threw it in a corner, glowering at it. I hate anything Masaya has ever seen…does that mean I have to hate myself? A shiver ran down her spine and she rubbed her arms, sparing a look in the mirror.

She looked horribly disheveled; her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes red and swollen. Even her face was red, the remnants of tears still there. Her top and skirt were clean, at least.

Swallowing, Ichigo turned the taps for the sink and watched the warm water wash away her salty tears. She cupped to hands underneath the flow and gingerly brought the water up to her face, quickly and swiftly washing it. Then she grabbed a towel and dried her hands and face.

Her gaze flickered to the locked door. Did she want to leave yet? Why should she? No one loved her, no one cared about her. She was worthless, like Masaya obviously thought. If I were worth anything, he wouldn't have broken up with me.

Doubts floated in her mind at the same time. There was clearly someone that liked her – Kisshu. If he didn't, then he probably wouldn't pop in at the most random moments and kiss her every chance he got.

But it isn't the same. I don't like him anyway.

Yes, you do.

Who the hell are you?

Your conscience.

Whatever.

What?

You say I like Kisshu, when I obviously don't. If I did, then I wouldn't push him away ever time he kissed me or practically proclaimed his love for me to the whole world.

Hah. You only push him away because you're scared of what Masaya thinks. But he's gone now.

So?

Just think about it.

With that, Ichigo ignored the ramblings of her conscience. Either way, it isn't true…maybe I should just disappear and never come back. Masaya hates me, even though he didn't outright say it. Kisshu only thinks of me as his toy. So…I have no one.

It was at that moment that her gaze fell upon a pair of scissors on the sink.


Kisshu stared warily at Ichigo's house. He'd seen her go in, crying. Now what the hell was he supposed to do? He wanted to comfort her; yet he knew that the whole episode would probably end in disaster. Tapping his fingers against his chin calculatingly, the alien suddenly vanished…

…and reappeared in Ichigo's room, mouth open, waiting to greet her with an exuberant "hi koneko-chan".

And promptly noticed that she wasn't even there.

Frowning again, the alien's amber gaze flickered about the room. There were no obvious signs she'd been there, except for the fact that the bedspread was a bit rumpled, as if she'd been laying there. Further investigation revealed that the pillow was slightly damp, as if she'd been crying. Anxiety welled up within him and he floated a few inches above the ground.

After a few moments, Kisshu noticed that Ichigo's door was open. Inclining his head, he exited the room, noticing a pile of clothes near the doorframe. Studying it, the alien realized that it was the same clothes his kitten had been wearing when she had run into the house and had met Masaya. A low growl formed in his throat when he thought of the name.

Masaya. Whatever he did to her, I'm going to kill him.

His gaze flickered to the bathroom, and he floated toward it. He could hear crying.

Gritting his teeth to stop himself from just teleporting in there and seeing what was wrong, Kisshu listened quietly. Maybe she'd say something.

His alarm grew, however, when he heard her crying suddenly stop. Frowning, the alien vanished.

And reappeared in the bathroom.

"Hi, koneko-cha – an?! What the hell are you doing?!" the alien yelped when he saw that Ichigo was holding a pair of scissors, with the blades aimed at her chest.

Directly above her heart.


Ookami Hitokage: Ooh, I'm so evil, aren't I?! –snickers-

Kisshu: Ahhh!!!

Ookami Hitokage: If you want to see what happens next – review! Before Ichigo kills herself!

Kisshu: Yes. Review. Like, now. –twitch-