Sorry that I have been gone for a long time. I was working on my Fullmetal Alchemist fanfictions. :3 Sorry, it's so short! I promise the next one won't! I'm just running late for school! :D See you in the next chapter! Enjoy!
Masaya sat in his living room. His television was shut off but his attention was set on the phone. "What's taking her so long? I might have to drive over there to see if she's okay." Masaya said impatiently while tapping his foot.
The ringing of the doorbell made Masaya snap his head up. He stood up and walked out of the living room. The hallways was plain and simple with a wooden floor and white walls. The door at the end was yellow on the inside but black on the outside.
Masaya opened the door, expecting to see Ichigo, but no one was there. "Huh? But I know I heard the door ring.." Masaya watched as a car pulled away from the street. It was Ichigo's. "Why'd she do that?" Then he looked down...where a small velvet box lay. He picked it up in anger and slammed the door shut.
Masaya threw the box at the lamp in the hallway. The glass broke and so did Masaya. He fell to his knees and cried into his hands. "Ichigo..."
Though Masaya was crying his eyes out, Ichigo drove away, straight faced. She knew she deserved better. Leaving him didn't make her sad at all. He never loved her, he just loved the control he had over her.
Ichigo also knew Masaya would gather his courage sometime this week and see her again so she made the decision to leave Tokyo forever.
Kish wouldn't love her after the so many times she rejected his feelings. It tore her up inside but she would keep that green-haired, love-obsessed alien in her heart for all enternity. Even if she met someone else, Kisshu would always be number one.
Ichigo made sure to put half of her clothes in the bag, then her photos, and more clothes, leaving everything in the house except for clothes and money.
Memories would be the only thing left of her time in Tokyo.
She made sure to disguise her self in a black hoodie and a blue jean jacket with black jean pants and beat-up old tennis shoes.
Ichigo stood at the entrance of her house and whispered, "Goodbye." And she left in a taxi she had called earlier. She couldn't even bring her own car.
It was an hour ride to the airport. When she arrived she stepped out of the taxi and paid the man through the window.
The red-haired woman walked inside. The line to buy a ticket was long but when she got to the front, she bought a ticket to America.