Unweaving

A Love Story Between Kisshu and Ichigo

Disclaimer- Kat no own Tokyo Mew Mew. If I did, Masaya would have died with Deep Blue and Kisshu would win Ichigo over. But I can dream, ne?

Summary- Momomiya Ichigo is a peasant in the land of Clorith. Her life was rather ho-hum until she is forced to marry Clorith Kisshu, the prince of the kingdom!

Pairings- KisshuIchigo PurinTaruto RetasuPaiRyou

A/N Oh-em-gee, it's been forever since I looked at this story (bows head in shame). My life has just been really hectic and confusing, but it's summer now, and I will try my best to get this fic up and running again. Again, I apologize.

Kisshu ducked quickly beneath the window. He heard the beautiful girl inside the house ask who was there, then sigh and walk out of the room. He glanced up above the window for a split second. Indeed, his red-haired angel was gone. He sighed despondently and stood up, stretching his arms above his head.

"Ah, well. I'll catch up with her later." He decided and stepped away from the house, whistling a simple tune.

Clorith Kisshu was the prince of Clorith and sole heir to the throne. He had short green hair that we wore in loose pigtails and pointy ears, the trademark of the royal family. His amber eyes were often hidden by his long bangs. He was a fairytale prince come to life, handsome, young, and graceful. At least, on the outside he was.

Kisshu was also snide, obsessive, lazy, and apathetic. Little interested him, especially having to run a country. It seemed all so worthless to him. Peasants would hate him for raising taxes to help the rich. Nobles would hate him for not. It was a lose-lose situation. Why put himself through it?

That was exactly what Kisshu explained to his father soon before his little excursion from the castle. Being the only heir to the throne of Clorith, his father insisted he find a queen and take over the land, for he was growing older.

"As soon as you turn seventeen, you must take over the kingdom!" his father had demanded. "If you do not, I will have you sent away forever!" So naturally, Kisshu turned to her.

Kisshu first saw her a few months before on an "escape" from the castle. Wearing his servant's clothing and an old, floppy hat (which was rather tacky in his opinion), he'd snuck out through his window and into the marketplace of Zelbia. There he'd seen her. His red-haired angel. He'd been examining a very tasty looking piece of fruit when she'd run headlong into him and sent him sprawling. She'd apologized numerous times, paid for the fruit, and disappeared. Now, Kisshu was not one to let a pretty girl go unnoticed, so he'd followed her. The more he'd watched her move through her monotonous day, the more he liked her. Before he knew it, watching her became a habit.

He very quickly picked up on her entire schedule, and would plan his day around going to "visit" her. While she went about her day, she was blissfully unaware of the young prince watching her from the shadows. While he snuck behind her, he would plan the best way to approach her, each plan ending in a clichéd marriage and happily-ever-after. When his father suddenly sprung his deadline on him, he decided it would be the perfect time to free her of her boring lifestyle and sweep her off her feet, both literally and metaphorically.

"Now here I am. Just waiting for her to walk outside. Any minute now…" he told himself, pulling away from his reminiscence. He was lingering at a stand outside her house, pretending to be absorbed in the numerous hats. He was almost finished examining every hat when he saw a boy of about nineteen or twenty approach her door. He was holding a single red flower and was grinning like a complete fool. Kisshu scowled. Hopefully he was there to pick up one of his girl's sisters. Kisshu was pondering how he even knew his angel had sisters when suddenly the door swung open. It was his flower. His girl. His toy. And she was flinging her arms around that intruding boy's neck. He kissed her forehead and handed her the rose. She blushed and giggled. Kisshu felt his heart sink into his feet as he led her by the hand to his horse. As they brushed past him, unaware of his broken future, he could here his rose giggle,

"Ooh, Aoyama-kun…"

Kisshu found his way home in a state of unexpected numbness. He raised his hand slightly at the guards and stumbled into the castle. He barely managed to drag himself up the stairs and collapse onto his bed before depression washed over him. There went his chance. Sure, there were plenty of other girls, but she was special. Without even meeting her, he knew he'd missed his perfect girl. He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temples, hoping to quell his throbbing headache. After about half and hour, he opened his eyes and stared up at his ceiling with a renewed sense of self-esteem. He was Prince Kisshu! He got everything he wanted.

"Who am I to let some boy steal away my chance." He snarled. "I am not letting myself be exiled. She's mine…" he said, trailing off. Now, a normal prince would realize the lunacy of this situation and pursue another girl. But Kisshu was not normal. No, he was far from normal. And he was not letting his girl slip out from his fingers.

A/N And there's prolouge part two! Yes this was part of the prolouge. The actual chapters will be much, much longer. I promise! I know Kisshu is pretty…extreme in this chapter, but hey, this is pretty close to his first reaction in the manga, eh heh. The next chapter will be way better, I swear. 'till then, see ya!