N/A Ok, here we are, with this next chapter. I'm almost done and I'm glad that you liked my story. I'm sorry if I don't answer you one by one, but I hope you understand. Anyway, my exams are going to start on the 22nd so, I'll post the last chapter before that date.

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Chapter 11

He had gone away.

For real.

Like a light spring breeze which brings a bit of summer with itself, like a wave which, even if passing fast, leaves a trace on the sand.

Ichigo was staring at the empty space between the jambs of the door where, until some moments before, there has been Kisshu, that alien who, even if impulsive, impetuous and even a little bit impertinent, had always looked over her, protected her… loved her.

'But how could you know this?' a tiny voice said in her head 'Look at the way he behaved. He was trying to destroy the human race – he himself has said that he didn't give a thing if it had disappeared – he was cruel, he was…'

The girl stopped those thoughts immediately and with loathe. How could she kept on formulating them after all those things that had happened? After that unruly courting which every girl dreamed for herself, after that protection that, at least she had believed so before everything shattered in pieces, only the Blue Knight had been capable of offering to her?

Her gaze finally managed to move towards the others who, not caring (or maybe they were?) of her stillness, had started tidying up the room, which was still a mess after the furious fight between the two boys.

Actually, there were still some fallen tables here and there in the cafè, one of them was in pieces.

"Look" Pie was saying "he's calculated everything in details: he's gone before he had to tidy up. The same lazy rowdy alien."

The others chuckled weakly, still a little bit shattered. Once in a while someone sent a gaze to Ichigo, ma none of them was friendly. They were looks full of hatred and contempt, clearly born from her hypocrisy and her selfishness.

How could she blame her? After all she, the Mew Mew's leader, the one who fought for peace and justice, had let herself being overwhelmed by the prejudice alien equal enemy, without giving her saviour the possibility to explain, to make her understand his behaviour.

She understood that it was all her fault if a tragedy of universal proportions had almost happened: if she had let Kisshu explain, probably she could have stopped Masaya, before he had completed his transformation.

But it was too late: she had ruined everything and had remained alone.

That last establishment was swept away by a hand which softly leaned on her shoulder.

Raising her gaze, her chocolate-brown irises met the green ones of the most understanding of her friends: Lettuce.

The green mew mew was looking at her with gentleness and sympathy.

Suddenly, with that voice which managed to calm everyone, she said:

"Everything's going to be alright Ichigo, trust me." Then she hugged her.

"I'm a stupid Lettuce, I ruined everything and I couldn't even apologize to him." She said basking in the soothing hands of her friend.

"Then why are you still here?" a voice, which belonged to Pie interrupted them.

"Run, go to him and do it, huh?"

"Do you think I'm still in time?" The red haired girl asked him hopefully.

"I don't know, but if you run like the wind, maybe you can reach him."

"Fine, I'm going" she finished, suddenly full of energy and, after not even a second, she had burst out of the door.

"It would be a pity if she didn't reach him in time" Purin commented.

"I don't think she can." Minto said.

"I think she can." Ryou replied.

"What is this, a bet Shirogane?"

"What else do you think it is Aizawa?"

"Well, I think that between people of the same social range it can be done. What are the the stakes?"

"Dinner outside."

"Sounds alluring. In the most luxurious restaurant of Tokyo?"

"Obviously. If you win I pay. If I win, well you will grant me a second date."

"Mhm, things are becoming serious, but I will risk."

"I'm immensely happy you will."

"Ow, look at them" Purin commented "They're made one for the other."

"Right, like Kisshu and Ichigo." Taruto replied.

"What do you mean?"

"That your friend has gone away leaving us to tidy up too. More similar than this…."

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Ichigo was running down the streets, without worrying to bump into the people she found on her path.

In the rush, she had forgotten to ask Pie where Kisshu had parked the spaceship, ma it didn't matter. Her instinct was guiding her straight towards a perfect place for hiding, a place that, by then, she knew like her pockets: the Inohara park.

She kept on running, until she found herself in front of one of the park's entrances and, without stopping, she went in.

She didn't knew where exactly her feet were bringing her, but she let them act independently: she had learned to trust her feline senses.

Suddenly (she was almost at the center of the park) she heard a tremendous rumble and, from a small beech wood nearby, something black, big and circular sprang out at light speed: it surely was the spaceship.

"KISSHU!" she screamed with all the strength she had in her throat, stopping abruptly. But the spaceship had already left and was quickly going away in the sky towards the planet where, probably, it would have never returned from.

She fell on her knees and she started to sob desperately. All that fatigue… wasted.

He had gone and she would have never seen him again.

A light breeze raised, caressing her face and bringing away some of her tears.

At seeing this Ichigo thought:

'Maybe, if I leave them to the wind, my words will reach you.'

She took a small breath then screamed:

"KISSHU, I'M SORRY, FORGIVE ME. I'VE BEEN A STUPID FOR NOT LISTENING TO YOU. IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, I DON'T CARE IF YOU WILL THINK THAT I'M EVEN MORE HYPOCRITICAL THIS WAS BUT I.. CARE FOR YOU, YOU'RE IMPORTANT FOR ME AND… AND..."

She was afraid of going on, she was afraid of admitting that , of admitting that feeling which she had felt for so long, even when the illusion of Masaya was still alive.

Suddenly two arms, very pale, encircled her waist, startling her. Anyway a moment was all she needed to realize who was their owner, because she heard that voice a little bit husky and very sweet, which she had feared she would not have heard ever again:

"That's enough, kitten. That's enough, for now." He said tightening his hold on her more.

"K-Kisshu?" she said turning and meeting two amber orbs which were softly looking at her.

"B-but weren't you gone? I thought that…"

"Let's put it this way. You have to thank my alien heart which retains love and not hatred. I wanted to give you a last chance and I see, with pleasure, that you immediately grabbed it."

"Oh Kisshu." She said, full of joy.

The two stayed a bit in silence, looking at each other then Ichigo, like pushed by and invisible force, raised on her tiptoes in order to kiss him. She was reaching out more and more, when she got a few centimeters away from the alien's face she closed her eyes and brushed against… the skin of his cheek.

Astonished, she opened her eyes. He was looking at her smiling.

"I'm sorry, but even if I forgave you, this doesn't mean that I want to start again with you immediately. I hope you understand."

"Of course, don't worry, I'll be patient."

"Ah, if you will be just like I was, I won't worry a bit."

"Good" she said a little bit embarrassed "hem, what do you think, shall we go back to the café?"

"Good idea. You want a lift?" he asked.

"With pleasure" Ichigo answered happily grabbing his hand.

And the tow disappeared in the air happy like they've never been.

END OF THE CHAPTER.