So so soooooooooooo sorry I took really extremely long to update the next chapter – this chapter! I went off to holiday and you think you have time to write a chapter when there's nothing to do. – But trust me, you never find time. In fact you sometimes need more time. Always! Btw, this is continued from chapter 2 directly.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew except for the plot.
Chapter 3: What Could It Be?
...Kisshu stomped back to his room, and at the same time Taruto bumped into him while going to where Kisshu had just been. "Grr. Just get outta my way" Kisshu shouted.
Taruto looked at him with big eyes. His look showed that he said 'Why are you shouting at me – I didn't do anything' in his head. Kisshu looked at him back and then just went... And all Taruto did was, say "Hmmm... I was only going to get a snack, and have a nap... again– weird!"
Kisshu opened his wardrobe – what am I gonna find in there, other than clothes? he thought. He looked into his built in cupboard in the wall from the opposite end of the room. The door was quarter open because there was no space, and everything was almost about to flood out.
Luckily though, one of Pai's belts did the trick to hold the handle and the hook beside the door frame together. He didn't want to open it because if he did open it, every thing will fall out – on him! But nothing in there was really heavy; just taking up space was all.
Also, all there was in there was food supply – and drinks! No-no-no! Not because he was a little fat greedy cyniclon, (don't get a wrong impression of our little Kisshu!) but because he needs food to survive when he has to live in his room to avoid getting doomed by Pai – probably because he always annoys him and gets in trouble himself.
He had an old chest of drawers in one corner of his bedroom. On top of the chest were some photos all in fine frames in different shades of wood. There was a photo of the three cyniclon brothers when they were young, all bundled together – like there was no space. It was cute though!
Another was of Kisshu with two swords crossed together over each other. He wasn't fighting anyone but just posing for a photo. There were few more like the one of Kisshu training with his tutor when he was only probably six or seven. But though it was small, there was one that was the most important to him.
It was a golden rectangle frame with an oval in the middle for the photo. The photo was of the one and only, Ichigo; obviously. A small smile with rosy cheeks – just like her hair – and a yellow blouse shirt with denim shorts. Two yellow silk bows tied the two red pigtails on either side of her head. She was adorable! Well at least that was what Kisshu thought.
He noticed something important. It was that his room was a MESS! He had to clean it out one day – throw all the junk away; fold the clothes properly; re-arrange the furniture etc. Let's just hope that he remembers and doesn't forget!
But there was still one thing that was left flowing in his mind. Well, it wasn't actually in his mind. The answer wasn't, but the question was "...What could it be? Just what?"
Thanks for reading guys. I really appreciate it because I don't know who would read this story any more. After all – I haven't updated in who knows how long. Hehehe... Yeah, about that... *Whistles*. I'm really sorry so I'm going to write an apology story, probably a one shot (lets just hope I can keep up to my words... and actually write!). Please review – KonekoMew!
