And the next chapter is up! Here's chapter eleven! The time skip was...

THREE YEARS!

What's going on three years later? READ AND FIND OUT! X3

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Her amethyst pink eyes stayed locked on his figure, he was taller now, more muscular, but she could tell it was him, same hairstyle, same eyes.

Kota-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The teen sat up in her bed quickly, sucking in a large breath of air. Ichigo glanced around her quiet room, then fell back onto her pink-spotted bed with a sigh. Sunggling in to her covers, she breathed in the wispy artificial cherry scent floating in her room with a frown.

I dreamt of him again...

" Ichigo? Ichigo? Are you awake?" called a voice from behind the large white double doors on the opposite wall.

" Yes, Momoko, I'm up," called the red-haired girl, still nestled beneath her thick covers.

"Oh, Good, because it's time for your medicene again!" The voice returned, one of the doors swinging open widely. A long and low groan, muffled by the sheets, represented the amnesiac's thoughts of the drug. " Come on now!" the american voice persisted, " You need it for your tumor! You've gotta stay healthy, ya know."

Ichigo looked out of her bundle of blankets and at the smiling blonde girl.

" Fine," she mumbled, shed her covers and sitting up.

" Alright, say ' Ahhh' " said the other teen, shoving a spoon with bright red liquid into the red-head's face.

The amnesiac glared at the fluid in loathing for a few moments, seeming to debate whether or not to accept the foul substance. Eventually she opened her mouth barely a fraction of a centimetre, and promptly felt the spoon shoved through the small gap.

The bitter red liquid encased her tongue and the strong, pungent artificial cherry taste caused the girl to flinch in pure disgust. Her face twisted and she sucked her lips into her mouth, hoping to help the ever-present cherry flavor leave her. Short unpainted fingernails dug into her palms as her body writhed at the presence of the supposed medication. All her muscles tightened and cramped up at once, as if punishing the teen for accepting the vile concoction.

The other present in the room watched the shaking red-head in sadness, but this daily pain was necessary for the amnesiac to live.

When the medically-caused seizure ceased, teary amethyst eyes looked into sadened flourescent green ones. It was ironic that the anti-seizure medicene she'd been prescribed caused her to have fake ones.

Letting out another sigh, Momoko wrapped her arms around Ichigo in a comforting hug.

" Are you okay, Ichigo?"

" Yeah, I'm almost kind of used to it..." she mumbled into her friend's shoulder. She slid out from her covers and walked slowly behind the white screen with sakura petals decorating it. " Anyways, How's Onii-chan doing?"

" He's doing good, his winning streek at Wilson High is contining, pretty soon he'll be state champ. Then he can go to Nationals." the blonde responded, more than happy to change the topic as she brought Ichigo her clothes, a sleevless white dress with ruffles along the hem.

" That's great, It's good to know he's doing as well in america as he was in Japan," the red-head murmured. Shedding her plain white nightgown and replacing it with her nearly indentical day clothes.

" Ichigo, what's wrong?"

" I... had that dream again..." Momoko paused, staring at the silouhette of the girl before a sly grin slipped onto her face.

" Ooooh~ him, huh?" She said, giggling slightly and raising her eyebrows, " Ya know... you've never described him to me, even though we've known eachother for two and a half years now..." The amnesiac let out a small laugh.

" Ha, that's true... Alright, I'll tell you," the american's eyes lit up, " He's not exactly handsome... although, he's not ugly either, I'm just saying he's no Taylor Lautner, he's really kind though. He enjoys playing pranks, soccer, and he used to play for the Kaizoku Pirates... He's got dark blue-ish black spiky hair and his eyes... well, they're the coolest pair of colorful balls of liquid I've ever seen..." Both girls let out a laugh at that.

" I see you're still using my awesome come-back," the blonde said between giggles.

" Oh yes," replied the amnesiac, " ' Hey Momoko~'" she started stepping out from behind the screen, holding her hair on top of her head in her hands, imitatating a boy who'd hit on Momoko a while back.

" 'Oh, Hi Steve'." Momoko replied, fluttering her eyelashes jokingly.

"' Ya know, you've got really pretty eyes, they're so... GREEN!'" continued the Pretend-Steve, stepping next to the blonde, he attempted to slip a hand around her waist.

" ' Of course they're cool!,'" The female retorted, shoving the arm off her hip, " 'They're colorful balls of liquid on my FACE!'"

The two laughed again, clutching their stomachs. Shuffling over to the baby pink vanity, the amnesiac sat down on the white stool and watched her thin,pale reflection copy her movements.

" Seems like you really like this guy, huh, Doremi?" Momoko asked with a smile, as she began to pull the red-hair into their usual two pigtails.

" Huh?"

" Oh, sorry, I mean Ichigo!" She corrected herself, laughing uncertainly, finishing the hairdo.

" Yeah!" replied the red-head with a nod.

" Madame Ichigo! Time for your home schooling!" called a british voice from outside the doors.

" Darn... well, bye Momoko, I have to learn now..." mumbled the amnesiac.

" Yeah," the blonde replied, exiting out the large snow white doors. Frowing at her headache, Ichigo watched as a tall British woman entered.

" Madame Ichigo, Today we have American History, followed by English, Science, and then Momoko will tutor you in Japanese." said the woman with her awesome accent.

" Hai~" murmured the red-head, slumping in depression. She frowned, noting the artificial cherry flavor had yet to leave her mouth.

First off, I don't own the colorful balls of liquid on your face thing, some random genius came up with that.

Secondly, If you didn't catch it she's living in America, and, yes, Momoko is THAT MOMOKO!

Thirdly, That awesome accent bit, I'm an American, I took a survey in my class and it turns out 7 out of 10 Americans think British accents are awesome. I apologize if I annoyed anyone in anyway shape or form for calling British accents awesome. It's just a widely-accepted opinion.

Anyways, if you have any questiions, feel free to ask, however, if it'll ruin the rest of the story for you, I won't answer! You'll just have to keep reading! Thanks again! Leave a review if you have any ideas, thoughts, comments, questions, flames, criticism, or cookies. Especially cookies.