-1Ichigo sat on the ledge above the lake dangling her feet in the water, while Ryou stood in line waiting for their lunch. He stood watching her with such admiration that only a true lover could hold. She was so beautiful. He could not help but imagine her touching his cheek with her soft fingers, or her plump crimson lips touching his again. Her beautiful brown eyes were now looking at him. He felt himself melting. That smile…the eyes…her beautiful pink cheeks…her long crimson hair flowing in the slight wind…she just had to be his. He was so busy daydreaming about her that he barely heard the man behind the counter yell "NEXT" when it was his turn. "WHAT YOU WANT SIR!" it was more of an exclamation than a question. Ryou ordered the food. He ordered 5 beers for Ichigo. He didn't want to hurt her, but he wanted her to be his. "YO NUMBAH IS FO-TEE-TREE!" yelled the man behind the counter. Ryou walked down to where Ichigo sat. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Masaya won't mind this will he?" Ichigo stared at him, puzzled. "Mind what?" "You know…me and you…together in the park having lunch?" Ichigo nodded. "Yes, I suppose he would mind very much, but he's in England right now…I don't think we'll be together very long anyway, he keeps talking about some…Mari girl he's photographing…she's a model." Ryou, upon hearing this, asked "Then you won't mind if I give you a kiss?" Ichigo, realizing he had come here to apologize, but had not changed at all, said "Ryou! You came here to apologize to me for doing that, and now you want to do what got me mad in the first place! You are so unpredictable!" Ryou apologized. I'm sorry Ichigo. By the time she was drunk, he had made her mad enough. She turned on her heel and left. Should she have done that? Should she have turned her back on him? Why was it that so many boys wanted her? What was so special about her that the boys wanted? She was walking shakily when she heard a familiar voice behind her- "Kitten!" she spun around. "KISH?!" Then realizing why he had come, she said "Oh, not you too?" Kish looked puzzled. "What do you mean Ichigo?" Ichigo was startled upon hearing her name. He had never just called her Ichigo. It was always a corny nickname like "Neko-chan" or "Kitten" but now he had called her Ichigo. "Kish, wh…what do you want?" Kish looked at her smugly. "What do I want? You already know what I want, but I respect you by not showing you what I want…unless you want me to…." Ichigo turned away. He was just the same stupid pervert he had always been. No matter what he called her. Still, he had said he respected her decision…no. He just said that to get on her good side. "What's wrong Ichigo?" Kish walked closer to her. "Just…Kish, why do all these boys want me? Why do you want me?" Kish stared, wide-eyed at her. "Well, Ichigo, I think you're beautiful… you have the qualities most other girls don't have. You're talented, and I think you are very smart." Ichigo turned around to look at him. He had grown a lot. You could see muscles through his shirt, and he had gotten a haircut. His hair was in a sort of punk-rock spike style. He had grown to be very handsome. "Kish, do you…do you really think all of those things about me?" Kish smiled warmly. "All of those and many more." Ichigo slightly smiled. "What happened Kitten? is something wrong?" Ichigo hesitated to tell him, but decided he was going to be the only help she would get in a while. She couldn't talk to her parents because they would scold her about being to young to have a boyfriend (which was not true, she was 19 for Pete's sake! By the way, who the flip is Pete?) and the girls at the café would only mock her, except for sweet Lettuce of course. Zakuro was too busy to talk to her with her modeling career, she had gone away to Frankfurt, Germany for several photo shoots and she would be gone for a month. "Well…Masaya and I are still…sort of…together, but I don't really know if I can trust him-" "Of course you can't trust him! He's a fucking bastard!" "as I was saying, I don't think I can trust him to stay in England for 3 months without hooking up with another girl, and Ryou wants me now, and he's acting all strange around me all of a sudden, and he's being a total pervert." Kish sighed. "Ichigo…I think…Ichigo I know you know I really love you…and I know you probably will not love me the same way I love you but…" He was interrupted when Ichigo pulled him to her face and planted her lips on his. He got that sort of feeling that kids get when they have too many Cocoa Puffs…you know…that what's it called, Cookoo for Cocoa Puffs! He went beserk. He didn't show it, but inside his world was turning round, and round, and round. For a moment, he and Ichigo were the only people…well, okay, person and alien on Earth. They broke away. "Ichigo…wow…I.." But he didn't get to finish because Ichigo darted her tongue into his mouth. Kish was shocked. He broke away from her. "Ichigo, you're drunk!" Ichigo looked at him. "Honestly Kish, who gets drunk in the afternoon? Of course I'm not drunk, I'm just beginning to realize what a great guy you are." Kish stared at her for a moment, then grabbed her hand. "C'mon. We should go." "Where to?" "Where do you want to go?" Ichigo suddenly fell unconscious on his shoulder. Kish, not knowing what to do with her, teleported her away to the spaceship. When he got there with Ichigo in his arms, Tart and Pai looked up from what they were reading. (Pai a Playboy magazine, and Tart a book called The Science of Love for Dummies) Kish put a disgusted look on his face when he saw what they were reading. "Hey what are you doing with that Ichigo Chick?" asked Tart. "She fell unconscious in the park when we were together and I, not knowing what to do decided to bring her here." Tart looked at Kish with a suspicious expression. "Sure she did…what are you gonna do with her now? Experiment?" Kish slapped Tart across the face. "NO, shit-face, I'm just going to keep her in my room until she is better, in the meantime, I will stay out of there, and I will be staying in your room ." He said, pointing a finger at Pai. He walked out of the room, unlocked his bedroom door, and lay Ichigo down on the bed. He started to stroke her cheek when it suddenly started to become bigger. He knew what was next. He took his hand away from her face. She vomited all over the bed. Before she could make herself dirty, he carried her off the bed. Even though her skin was perfectly clean and soft as ever, her clothes were soaked in her vomit. Kish thought to himself She's going to kill me…! He got a spare shirt he never wore and a pair of shorts he used to wear when he was a kid. He pulled on the shirt and shorts for her, and changed the sheets of the bed. He carried her and lay her down onto the bed, and left.
Ichigo woke up at 12:00 during the night. She tore off the unfamiliar bed sheets, looked at the unfamiliar clothes and freaked. "WHERE THE HELL AM I?!" Kish ran when he heard the voice. He burst through the door. Ichigo looked at him. "Kish?" Kish explained to her how she had fallen unconscious when they had been talking in the park. She nodded. "What did you do with my clothes?" here it comes…thought Kish. "You vomited on the bed last night, I think it was another symptom of the alcohol overdose you had. It was all over your clothes, so I guessed you wouldn't want to wake up covered in vomit, and you were in my bed anyway, so I didn't want my bed to spoil and cause you discomfort for how many days you stayed unconscious. I changed your clothes for you--I turned away, I didn't look at you, I swear on my mother's grave." Ichigo looked at Kish angrily first, but then her expression softened. "I guess I shouldn't have drank so much, I didn't realize what I was drinking until after I had drank the last one and even then I didn't get it. I think I remember it being forced upon me by Ryou. Kish turned away for a moment. "That bastard. He wanted to take advantage of you, didn't he?" Ichigo shrugged. "It's possible. He tried to take advantage of me once before." Kish groaned. I'll get him and that Masaya bitch for sure. You can bet on that. He thought. "Stay here. I'm going out. I'll be back soon kitty."
Disclaimer: I do not own TMM or anything else I used in this chapter that isn't mine. For instance, Playboy magazine. If I did own it I would most likely be a lesbian which I am not, not that I have anything against that type of love. If I owned the for Dummies books, I'd be smarter than all ya'll peeps out there! Ha ha.
-Lucy W.