Perfect Musical Melody
Me: Hello! Today I will start with an A.N.! I would like to personally thank dbzgtfan2004 for my first review ever! God bless! Here is the next chapter, but first…
Soprano: Hehehehehe! Thank you so much for this chapter pheobeleo35! I love it so much I will do the disclaimer for it! PheobeLeo35 does not own Tokyo mew mew. For if she did, thou shalt not commit adultery! That means since one of them would have to go… Bye bye Aoyama!
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ryou smiled at Soprano, completely oblivious to Ichigo's glare. 'They could kiss for all I care,' Ichigo thought. And then, almost on cue, they did. Ichigo gasped and scrubbed the table as hard as she could. She gasped again when she saw some pink paint come off the table. Great that meant she would have to stay after hours to repaint the table tomorrow. She scrubbed harder and more paint came off. So she switched jobs with Pudding silently and mopped the floors. There was basically only one dirty spot in the whole café. 'Well, two if you count her,' Ichigo thought. She walked over to the other side of the café and started to clean when she could feel a breath on her neck. She turned around calmly. "Did you scrape the paint?" Ryou asked with a tone of annoyance. "Yes, I'll stay after. But can I do it tomorrow?" She begged. "Sure, whatever," Ryou hesitated. Then he went back to Soprano. An hour later, Ichigo went home with Soprano, because Soprano had to be walked home. She had been at the café for almost four hours. Inside, Soprano wondered why Ichigo hated her. Besides Ichigo, everything was going perfect. Cute new boyfriend, cool friends, the cat thing was, um, a little… weird. But at least she wasn't alone! "Where do you live?" Ichigo asked coldly. "Um, oh, let's see… 15023 Mulberry Lane, Sappy Syrup Apartments, Building H 4023." Ichigo grimaced. "Long name." Soprano walked awkwardly with Ichigo until she got there. Ichigo gasped. A pink building? Really? "Wow." Ichigo looked horrified. But really, she was jealous. "Are you okay, Ichigo? I thought you might like it…" Soprano had tears in her eyes and suddenly Ichigo felt bad. "No, Soprano, I love it! I'm so envious!" She smiled. She could hate Soprano all she wanted, but she couldn't make her cry. It just wasn't right, considering Soprano hadn't meant to hurt Ichigo. "Really? Maybe one day you could, uh, sleep over! I'm always kind of lonely." she giggled innocently. "Yeah, I can do it Friday, if you like!" Ichigo cheered. 'Hm,' Soprano thought. 'I thought she hated me. And I can tell there's still some kind of pain under her eyes.' Yes, Ichigo was definitely hurt. And as Ichigo walked away, Soprano saw she had a pink iPhone. Ichigo turned on her iPod and hit shuffle. The first song that came on was Hot N Cold by Katy Perry. Ichigo hit next. Breathe by Faith Hill. Alright, that was cool with Ichigo. 'Isn't that the way that love's supposed to be?' Ichigo asked the same question as the lyrics. As she went home, she passed Kouen park. She was surprised. She used to got there everyday as a child to sit on swings! Nobody was ever around, so she could talk and sing to the squirrels and such. It was even more deserted than she remembered. Not one person for about a mile near the swings! She started to talk. "I like Aoyama and Ryou is being so annoying! He had to rub everything in my face! I don't have a boyfriend and now he went and got himself a girlfriend! And I'm supposed to like Aoyama so there's no I could like Ryou and I don't! And I never will! So why does it annoy me this much? Ugh!!!" Ichigo screamed. "Maybe I should just sing, like I used to," she thought out loud. She had the feeling of being watched but decided to ignore it. "Hello my friend, I remember when you were so alive with your wide eyes but then the light you had in your heart was stolen…" Ichigo started. She felt hands cover her eyes, but for some reason, she didn't scream. She couldn't see, but she heard somebody whisper "Sorry." and kiss her on the cheek. By the time she opened her eyes, they were gone. "Wait!" she shouted but got her expected response, none. Ichigo sighed and called Aoyama, which was rare. "Moshi…Moshi?" The crackly voice on the other end asked. "Where are you? Can you send me a picture of where you are?" Ichigo scrambled. "Uh, sure, call you back." He hung up. Seconds later she got a text. 'My room.' It said. It had a picture of him sitting on his bed. She texted back 'Oh, ok. Don't call back sry. C u l8r.' She sighed. So it wasn't him… or was it? He did live nearby. She walked home alone. "Where were you?!" A very worried dad shouted at Ichigo. "I got, um, lost." Ichigo sighed. This was going to be a long night…