A/N: …this is a little odd. I have people telling me they like Retasu's OOCness, and people who don't…^-^*
Hmm, maybe I should clear up something real quick: Retasu is still Retasu. She's still quiet, shy, and timid, she's just…opened up a little more with the others ;)…even in the anime, it had an episode that showed she'd grown a little back-bone, so I'm just elaborating on that. (Small disclaimer: I do not own Black Haru, though sometimes I wish I did)
Plus, I've based it off some of my own experiences—I'm a quiet person, but if you interrupt me while I'm reading a good book…wow. And Ichigo is freaking out because she has an alien in her apartment, pouring blood, who used to be her enemy, she hasn't seen in five years, and was just thinking about earlier that day.
She's a little confuzzled ( I love that word!)
Anyway, on with the story!
P.S. If I start getting too detailed, just let me know ^-^
Disclaimer: Me no own Kisshu *sniff*
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Ichigo was silent, trying to think of an excuse to get Kish out of the room. She just wanted to cry in peace. But no one would let her do that. They would all tell her that it would be okay. That she would get over it. Well, maybe she would. If she could get the crying out of her system. She knew that if she didn't cry now, it would just build, and keep building, until she snapped—more than likely hurting someone else when she finally lashed out.
Kisshu awaited Ichigo's orders. She looked pale, sitting there amidst the maroon sheets and pillows. He was quickly becoming bored, even though the situation was what it was. Patience had never been his strong suit. So, he studied her room.
The walls were a chocolaty brown color, and each wall had only two things either against it, in it, or hanging from it. The wall to the right of the door had an old dresser made of oak, and the eight drawers had shiny brass handles. A vanity sat beside it, covered with various make-up containers. The handles on this were shining as well. She obviously took care of her possessions. Across from the door, the wall contained a window. The gossamer curtains floated on the breeze coming through. To the left of the door rested her bed. The frame made of even more oak, the sheets and comforter were a deep red. A night stand (also oak—you had to admit, she was consistent) sat beside the bed, holding a cordless phone, a lamp, and a small blue book.
Kish looked towards the ceiling. When had she become so obsessed with red? The chocolate-colored walls he understood—she loved chocolate, but what happened to her innocent pinkish-ness? Red was such a…what was the word he was looking for?
Passionate. Red was a much more passionate color.
Hmmm, but that blue book looked very interesting. Very interesting indeed. Perhaps it was a…
A…
A…
Darn it. This is why he tried to take Pai with almost everywhere he went nowadays. He'd know what it was. Speaking of which, where had everyone gone? When had they left? He could still hear Retasu in the kitchen making tomato soup, but nothing else, other than Ichigo's sniffles…
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"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
*CRASH*
"What was that?" Retasu asked no one in particular. She looked down at the spilled tomato soup. Okay, pick up the broken bowl, or go check on Ichigo. Broken bowl. Ichigo. Broken bowl. Ichigo. Broken bowl. Ichigo…Ahhh! If I choose to pick up the broken bowl, something bad might be happening to Ichigo. But, if I go check on Ichigo, someone might come in and cut there foot on the broken bowl because I didn't pick it up! But what if Ichigo's hurt? She can't be in that much trouble, can she? Wait, this is Ichigo I'm talking about! With Kisshu! One of them's probably half dead by now. OH NO! No, Ichigo, don't kill him! You're supposed to fall in love with him! And with that last thought, broken bowl forgotten, Retasu raced to Ichigo's room to save Kish—pausing only a moment to reflect on how odd that thought was.
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Blood. Lots of blood. A river of blood flowing from a freshly opened wound. Winding its way down to the floor, where it became a lake of red.
Okay, maybe that was exaggerating a little bit and maybe it was only a few scratches from Ichigo's kitty claws. But, hey! It was enough to turn Kish's face a…healthy?...red.
Retasu was currently bandaging Kisshu's face. Of course, this was Retasu, so he looked kind of like a half-wrapped mummy.
"Ow. Ow-ow-ow!"
"Well, Kish, as glad as I am that you're trying to get Ichigo over Aoyama, I'm afraid kissing is most certainly not helping."
"But that knee-oh-spor-in hurts. You don't have to do this, y'know. Pai's got stuff that'll probably work just as good. And, it doesn't burn."
"Would you like some crackers to go with that 'whine'?" Finally! Retasu had been thinking of that come-back for years! She couldn't use it on Minto because she only complained when she did work, which was never. And Ichigo had already heard it about…20 times this year.
Unfortunately, Kisshu didn't get it, "Huh?"
Oh, the joys of explaining an insult to a stupid person! Meh, might as well hurt his ego.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Pai will explain it to you when you're older."
"Oh, oka—heeeey! When did you get so mean, Fishy?"
*SNAP*
Kisshu looked around him. What had that been? Suddenly, Ichigo flew into the room, "Kisshu! DUCK!"
"Huh?"
*BAM* *WHAP* *CRASH* *BANG*
Enter: Retasu's new vocabulary!
"You son of a (censored)! You (censored)ing, (censored) up, (censored) (censored) (censored)! Don't you (censored)ing dare (censored) call me a (censored) (censored) fish! I will (censored) rip out your (censored) hole and (censored)ing feed it to the (censored)ing fish!"
Meanwhile, Ichigo and Kisshu were currently hiding around the corner, in the hallway. Ichigo looked like she was going to have fun cleaning up all the broken dishes and buying new ones. Kish looked even paler than usual.
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Finally, Retasu's ranting had died down. Ichigo was at the counter—a pile of broken glass, ceramic, plastic, paper, and miscellaneous objects before her—counting the casualties of war. "Retasu, did you have to Tasmanian Devil my kitchen?"
*GASP* "Gomen nasai! I don't know what came over me, Ichigo! I'm sooo sorry! I didn't mean to tear up your kitchen! Gomen nasai! Gomen nasai!"
Kisshu had now witnessed Black Retasu. And he could only summon one thought when he heard her apologizing, O.o…the hell?
"Again, I'm sorry, Ichigo. I was just trying to get my point across that I'm not a fish, I'm a dolphin," Retasu turned to Kisshu, who cowered behind the island, "dolphins are mammals, not fish. They breathe oxygen like humans and other mammals do. They also—"
"Nyaaah! Sorry for interrupting, but I've already heard more than enough about dolphins. Pai had a short obsession with them for a while. And he shared everything he learned. As a matter of fact, why don't you go collaborate with him? I'm sure he would love to hear what you have to say about dolphins!"
Before either girl could protest, Kisshu opened a portal and pulled them through.
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"Oof!"
Ichigo landed on something fluffy. Upon opening her eyes, she found that she was now lying on a large bed. It looked almost exactly like hers, only the red was substituted with green and the brown was substituted with black. Really. Even the wooden dresser and night stand—the only other furniture—were made of ebony.
The night stand had only one object on it, though. A picture of Ichigo in human form and a picture of her in Mew Mew form, side by side in a chestnut frame.
Even after all these years? she thought.
Looking up, she saw the tale-tale sign of an alien teleporting. The rippling air faded to reveal a slightly banged up Kish. Red began to stain the bandage wrapped around his right shoulder.
"Kisshu! Your wound reopened!"
"Huh?" he said, looking at his shoulder, "oh, it did. Huh. Didn't even notice, haha. Guess Pai wasn't lying when he said he'd kill me—ow!"
Ichigo looked at him in alarm, "Pai gave you that huge gash in your back?"
"What? Oh, no. Pai and Taruto don't even know about it. They think the bandage is just there because I broke a few ribs. Alien bones heal faster than flesh wounds do."
"Then what happened?"
"Oh, I might've dropped Retasu off with Pai, told them 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do!', got the crap beat out of me, and well, here I am."
"No, Kisshu," she said quietly, "I mean, how did you get that wound in the first place?"
Kisshu's eyes narrowed. His smirk left his face. A mask of cold indifference seemed to fall upon his features. "That is of no concern, Ichigo. Don't worry about it."
"But—"
"Drop it."
He'd never been so unwilling to talk to her before. I mean, this was Kisshu. He leapt at every chance he had to even look at her, and now, he wouldn't talk to her. And come on! She was a cat. Cats are known for their curiosity. Telling her to leave it alone only made her more curious. Was he that bad at inductive reasoning?
Moments of awkward silence passed by.
"So, I'm guessing this is your room?" Ichigo was the first to break the silence. She needed conversation, damn it!
All at once, Kisshu's smirk came back, his eyes lightened up, and he spoke with pride, "Yep! Do you like it? You are now on my home planet, Oiishi! You can look out the window and see some of it if you'd like."
Ichigo followed him to the window, where a cool breeze wafted in. Pausing to check it out, she noticed the window didn't have curtains, like her's. Instead, it had some type of reed-looking blinds that were currently rolled up as high as they could go. She resumed her stroll to the window where Kish waited patiently for her. He stepped back when she reached him, and gave a genuine smile when he heard her gasp.
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So, that's chapter 2!
Okay, I want your honest opinion. I've read so many stories where the Mew Aqua makes Kisshu's planet look like Earth, I kinda want to do something different. I was thinking about doing a sort of Avatar-themed planet, but I want to know what you, my beloved readers ^-^, think.
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