Ha-ha, sorry people. This is my first chapter with an author's note because I kept forgetting to put one in all the other times! My bad.
Anyway. Up until now, I've been updating with two reviews, but the last two times, I've gotten those two reviews almost right away. Aaaaannnd I've got all the chapters written out and I think it's a pretty fluffy/awesome ending, considering it's the only full and long story I've EVER written. So, heh.
But yes, point being, I now need 4 or more reviews. That's double of what I was previously expecting. sigh I'm a slave driver at heart, I know, I know.
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On with the story!!
7
Ichigo blinked open her eyes the next day to find that she was in an unfamiliar room, but then she remembered. Oh, yeah…the spaceship…I've been here for three days, now…
She threw off the covers and stepped onto the floor. She winced. Cold…very cold…
Looking over to her right, she was surprised to find that the makeshift bed on the floor next to her was empty. She raided Kisshu's desk and found a black half-shirt that exposed her midriff slightly and some long, black, baggy pants to wear. After all, when they kidnapped me, they didn't exactly give me time to pack a bag.
She opened the door and walked out into the hallway, the long ribbons on the pants streaming behind her. She walked up and down the hallways in her bare feet, glancing into rooms on her way past.
Ichigo glanced past the door of one room and she was surprised to find Pai there, sitting at a desk with a keyboard. She pushed the door open and cautiously entered the room. Pai was sitting in front of a large, glass mirrored window, behind which…
Ichigo did a double take. Kisshu was behind the window, destroying what looked like Chimera Anima with his Dragon Swords. She walked closer to the window, and rested a hand against it, mouth slightly open in amazement.
Kisshu was flipping in the air, moving so incredibly fast at times that he was barely visible. His swords were but blurs in the air, reflecting the light that came from the ceiling lamps.
"He has the skill to kill you, you know. This is the highest training level, level twenty. Even I can't get past level eighteen. Tart can barely pass level thirteen."
Ichigo turned to look at Pai, who was watching her with interest from his position at the control board. She swallowed. "Why doesn't he, then? Kill me, I mean."
"You stupid, stupid human. He loves you. Even when he does hurt you in battle, afterwards he locks himself in his room and has a private little guilt fest. The first—and last—time we tried to cheer him up, Tart got a bloody nose."
Ichigo frowned and turned back to the window, where Kisshu was still busy slashing at Chimera Animas. He teleported over the last one, a particularly big one covered in metal spikes. He fired an energy ball at it, and it disappeared into particles.
He fell to his knees, breathing heavily. His entire upper body was soaked in sweat, and he let his swords fall to the floor with a clatter.
Pai pushed a button and a microphone popped out of the desk.
"Kish, great job. Your speed improved by two percent, and your stamina improved by double that."
Kisshu stood up shakily and directed a thumbs-up toward the window.
"Oh, and you have a visitor."
He deactivated the mirrored screens on the window, and Kisshu blinked in surprise when he saw Ichigo standing there. She waved cautiously.
He teleported and appeared beside her with a grin on his face. "Hey, koneko-chan!"
He seemed to notice something, and stepped back, looking her up and down. He smirked. "You're wearing my clothes."
"Well, I had been wearing those jeans and T-shirt for two days, and you didn't exactly give me a chance to pack anything, did you?"
He laughed. "All true. Pai, thanks, and I'm gonna go back to my room now and wash up."
Pai nodded, and Kisshu took Ichigo's hand and they teleported back to his room. Immediately, Ichigo extracted her hand from his and wiped it off on her pants. "Eeew, Kish! Gross! Sweat!"
He smirked and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door. "I'm gonna take a bath; you can take one after, if you want."
Ichigo collapsed onto the bed, subconsciously curling up like a cat.
It's amazing… she mused, that I can talk to him like this, like we were old friends, just after three days! Then again…maybe I do care for him…
No! I am loyal to Aoyama-kun. I am loyal to Aoyama-kun. I am loyal to Aoyama-kun. I am loyal to Aoyama-kun. I am loyal to…to…
8
Kisshu let himself slowly slide under the warm water and the bubbles in the bath. The water played with his hair as he released the air from his lungs and sank down to the bottom of the huge, deep bathtub.
He inhaled deeply, taking care to gather only air from the liquid. It was such a handy talent, being able to breath under water.
He opened his eyes to look up through the water above him at the blurry world.
Ichigo…
It was so calming, just lying there in the bottom of the tub, thinking over things.
He rose to the surface again, climbing out of the tub and drying himself off with a towel he grabbed from the rack. He got dressed and opened the door, stepping into the main part of his room.
The alien walked over to the sleeping form of Ichigo, marveling at how serene she looked, just lying there. He stroked her cheek and brushed a stray hair from her face, his eyes falling on her lips. He leaned in and kissed her gently.
Ichigo's eyes snapped open and she pushed him away with an outraged shout of, "Kish! You pervert!"
He rose off the floor, grasping her by the shoulders. I was supposed to be respecting her, trying to get on her good side! "I'm sorry, Ichigo! Please forgive me?"
Ichigo gazed into his pleading amber orbs for a few seconds, and then her eyes softened and she stood up, shrugging him off. "It's okay, I guess."
She disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
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"Koneko-chan, you want some breakfast?"
Ichigo nodded. "Yeah, I'm starved! At least I'm clean, though."
He laughed and disappeared from the room, leaving Ichigo alone. She looked left and right, wondering what to do to pass the time. Her eyes fell on the cabinets above the dresser, and she walked over to one, opening it.
It was cluttered with various papers and folders, a few of which tumbled out and landed on the floor at her feet. She frowned and picked up the biggest one. Opening it, Ichigo was slightly surprised to find that it was stuffed with what looked like professional reports and a few pictures.
She decided to ignore the papers, which were covered in strange symbols and lines. Choosing a random picture, she raised it up to her face.
It showed a green-haired boy of about eight rolling around on the ground with a brown haired boy of about six. Both were laughing. Off to the side, a purple-haired boy of maybe eleven or twelve was smiling, watching his two friends have fun.
Kish and Tart…and Pai? Wow! He looks so different, actually smiling…
She set the picture down, pulling another from the folder.
Two people, a man and a woman, sat in a small room facing each other, a loving look in their eyes. The woman held a baby in her arms, which had its eyes squeezed tightly shut, sleeping.
She sat down on the floor, looking at the picture for a while. She was still staring at it when Kisshu reappeared in the room with two plates of fruit and buttered toast. He set them on the desk and sat own next to Ichigo.
"That's my mom," he said, pointing to the woman, "and my dad. That's me," he added, his finger moving to the baby.
"They must be missing you."
"No…they died soon after that photo was taken, actually." Picking up the first picture Ichigo had looked at he said, "I went to an orphanage and I met Pai and Tart there. We were all sent to an army training camp when Deep Blue appeared and we three were sent to Earth to reclaim it from the evil humans." He smirked slightly.
Ichigo frowned. "Kish, how am I supposed to feel sorry for you when you're so dang obnoxious?"
Kisshu grinned. "I dunno. I don't want you to pity me. After all, Pai and Tart are orphans too, and you don't feel sorry for them…"
Ichigo grunted in acknowledgement, but her eyes were still slightly unfocused. Reaching up, Kisshu handed her a plate and she began to eat slowly.
They sat there in silence for the rest of the meal, Kisshu enjoying Ichigo's company and the fact that she wasn't running away screaming; Ichigo, lost in her thoughts.
Mhmmmm…Kish without a shirt…I think I found my happy place, people!
shakes head Anyway…4 reviews and you get the next two chapters!! Until then, ja!