Ayame-chan: The funniest thing happened while I was writing this...
Kisshu: What?
Ayame-chan: My computer would freeze each time I googled Aoyama's first name!
Kisshu: Laughing his ass off
Ichigo: Are you kidding me?
Ayame-chan: I'm serious! I was trying to find out how to spell his first name because I don't try remembering it, and every time I did it froze!
Ichigo: That's so...so...
Kisshu: Normal!
Ichigo: ...
Ayame-chan: My computer must hate him...Heh, heh.
Ichigo: Ayame-chan doesn't own Tokyo Mew Mew, thank god!
Ayame-chan: You have no idea, Ichigo...
Ichigo: ...?
Ayame-chan: Let me tell you what I would do if I did...
"So tell me princess, what would you like to know about me?" Kisshu was walking ever so slow towards her, Ichigo would take each step back away from him. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. It was like how an animal stalks it's prey, the way he eyed her. Almost as if he was about to pounce on her. "W-well, where did you come from?" Ichigo blushed slightly when he smirked. "Where all aliens come from, sweetie. Vexadus."
"D-don't call me that either!" Ichigo hissed. Since she kept walking backwards, she tripped. Falling onto her bed, exactly what Kisshu wanted. "You never told me your name, honey." Kisshu crawled on top of her, that cocky smirk never leaving his face. "My name is Ichigo Momomiya, now get off!" Ichigo started struggling, he pinned both her arms down with his hands. Being careful, not letting his claws hurt her.
"Ichigo? That means strawberry, right? No wonder you taste like one...Maybe I should make sure though." Kisshu chuckled at the flustered girl. "No! I-I'm engaged to someone!" Ichigo's heart dropped when his face darken. "Really...interesting." Why did he seem so...mad? Upset would be another way to put it. Like he didn't want her to be engaged? No way! He just met her, that's impossible!
"Who might he be?" Kisshu asked, his once playful eyes sparked with...anger? "Masaya...Masaya Aoyama. I call him Aoyama-kun..." Ichigo smiled, thinking of him smiling at her. "How about we practice the honeymoon night then?" Kisshu smirked, although his eyes still shined with a hint of anger. Even he didn't know why he cared, but she was HIS toy. Whoever this Aoyama boy is, he isn't taking HIS toy away. "What? No! Let me go!" Ichigo struggled harder, but he was just to strong. Ichigo knew she should scream, yell, shout for help. But she didn't, it was like her voice box just wouldn't listen to her. In the back of her mind she faintly heard a excited squeal, like she wanted him to kiss her. 'NO! I have to stop thinking of such ridiculous things!' She shook her head, trying to make the annoying voice disappear.
"What are you thinking about, kitty? You seem in deep thought. Let's see if we can kiss even deeper." Kisshu licked his lips, making Ichigo blush. "Get o-off me! I...I...I love Aoyama-kun!" Ichigo stammered.
Kisshu felt his heart twist at hearing her say that. What was this? Where was this pain coming from? She's his fun toy, his new play thing. Why does he care who she loves? "I like you though, Ichigo..."
Shivers ran down Ichigo's spine when Kisshu said her name. He narrowed his eyes at her before kissing her. His tongue trying to get passed her closed lips, she wouldn't allow it. He growled slightly but did nothing about it. That's when there was a knock on the door.
"Ichigo? Ichigo, you in there?" It was a males voice.
'Aoyama-kun!' Ichigo bit Kisshu's lower lip, causing him to break the kiss. She stood up quickly, straightening her dress. Ichigo didn't noticed Kisshu creeping his arms around her waist. "That wasn't very nice, Koneko-chan." Kisshu said, nibbling on her ear. "Shhhhhh, be quiet and hide!" Ichigo hissed at the smirking alien, her blush only got brighter when he kissed her cheek before hiding in the closet.
"Come in, Aoyama-kun." Ichigo said as happily as she could, trying her hardest not to panic. Aoyama slowly opened the door and smiled when his eyes landed on Ichigo. "Hello, Momomiya-san." Aoyama made his way to her, smiling. "Konnichiwa, Aoyama-kun. May I ask why you're here?" Ichigo smiled back at him, blushing. Her blush darken when he gently took her hand in his, sitting her on the edge of the bed. "I wanted to ask you something..."
Kisshu watched the two from a small hole inside the closet. He growled when the boy touched Ichigo, how could something like that be able to put their hands on her? He didn't know how much longer he could last before taking out his dragon swords and attacking the useless human.
"Yes? What is it, Aoyama-kun?" Ichigo asked sweetly. "I was wondering if you would...uh...well, I wanted to know if you'd like to kiss..." Aoyama looked down, blushing. "K-kiss? I thought y-you wanted to w-wait until we g-got m-married!" Ichigo stuttered out, her cheeks were brightly lit crimson.
"I've been thinking about it a lot lately. If you do not want to I will wait. It's just...I love you." Aoyama smiled kindly at her, Ichigo smiled as well. "I want to..."
As their faces got closer, Ichigo's blush got brighter. 'He's going to kiss me! Finally, after so long...'
Before their lips met, a shoe went flying at Aoyama's head. Hitting him dead on. "Where did that come from?" Aoyama groaned, rubbing his sore head. "I don't know..." Ichigo held back a yell of frustration. Her first REAL kiss was ruined! And she had a pretty good idea on just who destroyed the moment. "Oh, I must get going. We shall try another time, okay?" Aoyama stood up from the bed, Ichigo did the same with her head lowered. "Hai..." Ichigo mumbled sadly. "It was great seeing you again, Momomiya-san." The prince hugged Ichigo, making her blush again. "You to, Aoyama-kun..." Ichigo swore she heard a dangerous low growl coming from her closet.
After he left, Ichigo stomped her way over to the closet and almost ripped the door open. "KISSHU!"
"No need to yell, kitten." Kisshu said, stepping out.
"You jerk, why did you throw that shoe at Aoyama-kun!" Ichigo glared at him when he smirked.
"I wouldn't want something as filthy as that kissing my toy, now could I?" Kisshu grinned at her scarlet red face.
"I'm not your toy! I don't belong to you in anyway at all!" Ichigo snarled.
"Really? Should I prove that you do then, kitten? How about another kiss?" Kisshu's eyes gleamed playfully.
"Ugh, I can't believe their making me go to that stupid ball!" Said a childish voice. It was Taruto, Kisshu's youngest brother. "Just where is that baka, Kisshu? I haven't seen him all day..." Taruto knew Kisshu liked to sneak out sometimes, but he always came home before sunset. "I hope the idiot didn't get himself into a lot of trouble..." Taruto wouldn't ever admit it, but he was worried about Kisshu. He looked up to him, even if he acted more like a child time to time. "You must be really worried, na no da!" Came a squeaky yet adorable voice. "What the...?" Taruto turned around only to be tackled. "Hey Tar-Tar, na no da!"
"P-Pudding? What the heck are you doing here! What if someone see's you, ya baka!" Taruto snapped at the smiling girl. "Pudding wanted to play with Tar-Tar, na no da!" Pudding's monkey tail was wagging back and forth happily.
Pudding was Taruto's secret best friend. He met her after visiting Kuno, she was doing some kind of performance. He watched her in awe, but then ran when she kept asking for her tip. He finally gave in and they started talking, getting to know each other. Normally he wouldn't talk to a low Mew Mew but something about her made him feel...funny. He couldn't describe the feeling, whatever it was made him happy...annoyed as well. She was so full of energy he barely could keep up with her.
"Playing is for kids! AND DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Taruto never did like that nickname, just why did she have to call him that? He wasn't some little kid! Although, he couldn't imagine her calling him anything else besides it. "Are you still in denial about your age Tar-Tar, na no da?" Pudding giggled at his cherry red cheeks. "Just leave!"
"But Pudding wanted to ask Tar-Tar something, na no da!" Pudding grinned, making him blush even more.
"Well? What is it?" Taruto rolled his eyes at the nickname.
"Will Tar-Tar be Pudding's date at the ball, na no da?" Pudding kissed his cheek. If you thought red couldn't get any redder he would prove you wrong. "D-date? Why should I go with you?"
"Please, please, please, please-" Taruto cut her off with a sigh. "Fine! But no kissing or holding hands!"
"Yay, na no da! Thanks Tar-Tar, na no da!" Pudding hugged him tightly. "H-hey, what did I just say?" Taruto grumbled, that blush still present. "Tar-Tar said nothing about hugs, na no da. OH, PUDDING ALMOST FORGOT TO TELL TAR-TAR SOMETHING, NA NO DA!" Taruto held both his ears when she screamed. "You don't have to yell, baka!" Taruto growled.
"Pudding heard weird noises in the princess room a few hours ago, na no da! It sounded like the princess was talking to someone, but that someone was a boy, na no da. Pudding has never heard his voice before either, na no da!" Taruto gasped. No, Kisshu wouldn't...or would he? Taruto shouldn't be surprised if he did, but was Kisshu that stupid? I mean come on, who wants to talk to that old hag? And don't forget she's the princess of Kuno! His father would be absolutely furious if he was to find out. "Pudding, let's keep this between you and me okay?" Taruto didn't want Kisshu to get in trouble, even if he deserved it.
"Pudding's lips are sealed, na no da! Hey does Tar-Tar want to come investigate with Pudding, na no da?" Pudding looked into his eyes pleadingly. "Yes, I would. Let's go now..." Taruto was going to knock the hell out of Kisshu if he actually was there.
Ichigo: Hiding in a corner, shaking
Ayame-chan: You wanted to know...
Kisshu: I love your ideas!
Ayame-chan: Of course you do. Wink
Ichigo: You're all crazy!
Ayame-chan: No shiz sherlock.
Ichigo: I WANT AOYAMA-KUN!
Ayame-chan: You shouldn't say his name...
Ichigo: AOYAMA-KUN, AOYAMA-KUN, AOYAMA-KUN-AHHHHH! Sucked into black hole
Ayame-chan: Told you not to...Evil smirk
Kisshu: She's gonna be okay, right?
Ayame-chan: Yawn I'm out, peace people! Walks away
Kisshu: Get back here! Review please, GET BACK HERE AND TELL ME! Goes after Ayame-chan