FWB: Hullo!!!! Yeah, this is great!! I am actually continuing the story!!!
Kisshu: What?! Were you actually considering ending right there?!
FWB: -cough cough- well... no. Not really...
Ichigo: -rolls her eyes- you are so weird.
Kisshu: -love sick- yes FWB... you are so weird... –staring at Ichigo-
Ichigo: Ew!!! Kisshu... you are even weirder!!!!
Kisshu: Yes... yes I a- wait a second!!! What was that?!
Ichigo: -laughing- you are also so gullible!!!!
Kisshu: -sticks out his tongue defiantly-
FWB: O.O;; Um... on with the story... Oh, and I DO NOT OWN TOKYO MEW MEW OR THE ENDING WOULD HAVE BEEN SO TOTALLY DIFFERENT!!!!!!
CHAPTER TWO
Kisshu grimaced, landing in an awkward position on the branch of a cherry tree and causing a few of the pink blossoms to fall prematurely. "Jeez! I really need to work on that landing!" he muttered under his breath. He glanced around and immediately recognized his surroundings. He had landed in this tree oh so many times. Six years ago. He sighed. "Forget the past, Kisshu. Forget the past," he mumbled.
He looked around, spotted the familiar window, and peeked inside the room. His mind wandered and he remembered circumstances of last time that he had been dong this. He would sit for hours staring at Ichigo as she slept. How naive he was. How stupid. Like a love struck puppy dog. "Forget the past, Kisshu." He mumbled again. He made himself sick.
Ichigo was not in her room. In a sense, Kisshu was relieved. He didn't know how he would feel if he saw her again after all of these painful years.
The alien climbed down out of the tree and onto the sidewalk. With one last look around the area, he began to walk away. He stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened.
Ichigo stood smack dab in front of him, mouth gaping. "K-Kisshu?!"
Kisshu tried to smooth all the emotion from his face. It didn't work. He was positive that he resembled a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. And this car was going to hit him any second.
Ichigo's expression changed from one of utter shock to one of fiery anger in an instant. "What... are... you... doing... here?!" she managed to spit out at him through clenched teeth. "You should know that I don't have any powers any more! I can't fight you, but I certainly won't let you do anything to me."
Kisshu's eyes grew even wider and he was sure that they appeared like saucers. Ichigo looked... if possible... even more beautiful than he had remembered. She looked older... more mature. For some reason, the look suited her. She wore her gorgeous pink hair down for a change, and Kisshu decided that he liked it. It did, however, make her look more... dangerous, and that was exactly what Kisshu didn't want. Suddenly he realized that he was staring and managed to stutter out nervously, "Uh... I-I wanted to... uh... check on you. I-I had a dream..." he dropped his gaze, knowing that his cheeks had taken on a unnatural color. That was when he noticed it. A small tinkle came from Ichigo's neck where a little bell was tied to. That bell... where was it from again? Realization hit him, knock the breath from his body. Masaya. Masaya had given her that bell, hadn't he? That must mean... no. He wouldn't think it.
Kisshu realized that the silence between them had grown... again. He mentally imagined a giant mallet hitting himself in the head. How many times had he gone over this situation in his head? Yet, all he could come up with was, "Uh, I had a dream?" He had thought about this moment every single day of the past six years, and that was all that his tiny brain could come up with?
Ichigo blinked. "A dream?"
Kisshu shook himself out of his trance and nodded somewhat ashamedly. "Well, you are all alright. So, I will leave now." He winked, trying to show a brave font. It didn't work.
Ichigo followed his gaze, already knowing what he was looking at. She had noticed him staring at it earlier. Automatically, her hand shot to her necklace as she tenderly fingered the bell. She remembered under what circumstances that this bell had been given to her. When she looked back up to Kisshu again, his eyes were filled with a different emotion. What was it? Why was he so difficult to read? "What had happened to you, Kisshu? You used to be so happy... what happened? Have you changed because of what I did?" she thought earnestly. Kisshu turned to walk away when her felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Kisshu?"
He turned around slowly, blinking quickly to hide the tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. He tried to avoid eye contact with her, lest she notice and think him a coward. "Yes?"
Ichigo was suddenly at a loss for words. Her breath caught in her throat. Kisshu looked so... so... well he looked older for a start. And it didn't seem like his appearance was the only thing about him that had changed. He looked... almost... depressed? No. He was too dumb to be depressed, right? She realized that his face was down-turned as if he was trying to hide something. He wasn't... no. He couldn't be. That wasn't like him at all. She suddenly regretted snapping at him like she had. He had come all the way down to earth to check on her, to see if she was all right, if she had understood him correctly. She had to snap him out of it.
Forcing a giggle, she reached up and ruffled his hair, trying to loose the few pink flower petals stuck in it. Kisshu's head snapped up in surprise at this unexpected action. His eyes met hers, and for an instant, both their hearts stopped beating.
Ichigo just stared. Why hadn't she ever noticed the color of his eyes? That liquid gold... they had a sort of magnetic appearance to them. She couldn't seem to break away from his gaze. She realized with a sudden jolt, that her hand was still in his hair. Her cheeks turned crimson and she yanked her hand back, the silence between them still unbroken.
Kisshu took a step backwards, confusion and doubt flickering across his face as he turned transparent, then disappeared altogether.
Ichigo was aghast. What was wrong with her? With him? Wait a minute!!! Ichigo's eyes widened as realization hit her like a punch in the stomach. She had just looked at Kisshu like he was a regular man, and a handsome one at that.
She immediately let out a loud screech and raced into the house, throwing down her school bag. She charged into the bathroom as if on fire and turned the sink on. Splashing her face repeatedly, she tried to shove the thought out of her mind.
But she couldn't help feeling guilty.
END OF CHAPTER
1/7/08) Gah. I know I'm going to be hated for that, but I honestly cannot see Ichigo kissing Kisshu (be it only on the cheek) when she is madly in love with Masaya. And they had only seen each other for like... a minute at most? I still kept a bit of fluff in there... don't worry, I'll make it up later! Hahaha! Hope you enjoyed!
