I know, i pdated just yesterday. However, i was on a roll, and i figured, if i update soon, it might stimulate others to update as well. HINT HINT!!! I won't be holding my stories hostage anymore, but still, I'd like to READ as well as WRITE

The morning light shone through the blinds, lighting Zakuro's face. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and smiled. Jason was still next to her, and she was still in his arms. A small buzz snapped her attention away from him.

"Hello?" She asked, answering her cell phone.

"Zakuro-san!" It was Ame.

"Ame, what's the matter, you sound terrible?" Zakuro asked.

"It's Ichigo. Do you remember that girl we met two days ago, over the computer?"

"The British one who tried to kill Ryou?" She asked.

"Yeah, it turns out, she was sating Maysha."

"Maysha, as in, Aoyama Maysha?" Zakuro asked.

"Yeah. Ichigo hasn't come out of her room since. I'm really afraid."

"Ame, listen to me." Zakuro told her. "You have a responsibility. I know you don't have as much experience as myself, or Jason. But you have to try and talk to her. Keiichiro and Ryou will only screw things up."

"But she won't let anyone in."

"You have to try. I'm going to be here for another week. Even if you can only keep her under control until I get back, that's more than enough."

"Anything wrong?" Jason asked, waking up.

"It's Ichigo. Apparently, Maysha double timed her."

"Is she gonna be alright?" He asked, standing up.

"I don't think Ichigo's taking it too well." Zakuro stood up next to him, but staggered.

"What's wrong!?" Jason asked, moving to catch her.

"Nothing, my back's just a little stiff." She told him.

"Leeme help, cross your arms over your chest." Zakruo turned around, her back to Jason, and did as he told. Jason wrapped his arms around her, right below her arms, and suddenly leaned back. Zakuro's feet shoot off the floor, as a loud 'crack' was heard. When she stood back up, her back felt better than ever.

"You gotta teach me that trick." She told him.

()()()

Ame looked up at Ichigo's house. She'd called Zakuro an hour ago, and it was starting to get dark. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the door, and rang the bell.

"Ame, I'm so glad you're here!" Ichigo's mother looked terrible. As if, she hadn't slept in a while. "Can I get you anything?"

"No thank you." She looked up at the ceiling. "How's she doing?" Ame asked. Sakura Momoyama suddenly broke down into tears.

"She only comes out to go to the bathroom. I haven't talked to her. She just sits up there. Have I failed as a mother?!" She sobbed.

"No." Ame told her. "You care too much about her. Circumstances, just got the best of her."

Ame guided her into the kitchen, where she began making a pot of tea. "I just don't know. I'm afraid she's gonna do something rash." She blew her nose, and thanked Ame, as she handed her a cup of tea. "Her father's been going nuts. One minute, he's bouncing off the walls, trying to get her out of her room, the next, he's outside, smoking a cigarette. What am I going to do!" She started crying again.

Ame put a hand around the distressed mother. "Don't worry. Leeme try and talk to her. I might be able to help."

Sakura looked up, with a sad smile. "Try your best. The other girls couldn't even get into her room."

Taking a deep breath, Ame knocked on Ichigo's bedroom door. When there was no response, Ame calmly opened the door.

"Ichigo?" The strawberry haired girl was lying on her bed. Ame could see the stains of tears, all down her face and on her pillow. "Ichigo?" She whispered again.

"Why Aoyama-kun? Why." She muttered. She started dry heaving. "I can't cry anymore." She spoke, in a cold, emotionless monotone.

"Ichigo, please, look at me." Ame told her.

Suddenly, Ichigo keeled over the side of the bed, and threw up all over the floor.

"Ichigo!" Ame shouted, running to her friend. She pushed back her strawberry bangs.

"I don't think I'll ever be happy again." Ichigo whispered. "I'm dying."

"You're not dying." Ame told her. "I'm studying for Medical School, and all this, it's just stress. You're body's reacting in the best way it can."

"But, Aoyama-kun. He betrayed me."

Ame shook her head. "No kid. Listen, Elizabeth gave me this letter. It's from Maysha." Fingers trembling, Ichigo slowly opened the letter. She recognized Maysha's neat handwriting right off the back.

Ichigo-chan. I'm sorry. There's so much left unsaid. If you're reading this, then I guess I'm too much of a coward myself. My uncle owned a large business out here in London. And he passed away two weeks ago. In his will, he bequeathed the entire company to me. Unfortunately, it means, I won't be coming back. Ever. I need to stay here, to learn management. Even after my schooling is done, this business needs to be run personally, by me. Also, Shirogane-san informed me, that he made more Mews. And that the attacks have started up again. And, I've lost my powers, as the Blue Knight. They need you Ichigo. I'd hate to say it, but more than I need you. You're their leader. You're strong, positive, caring, and friendly. Everything that I loved about you. And, unfortunately, it makes it that much harder to let you go.

A famous playwright, Shakespeare, once wrote: "Tis better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all." I know there's someone out there for you. Someone who will hold you, like I did, and make you feel, the way I felt. And I think I know who that person is. He might not know it, but you're as special to him, as you are to me, my koneko-chan.

Maybe someday, we'll met again. I hope you can forgive me Ichigo. If not, then I understand. Good-bye. Maysha Aoyama

()()()

"Describe him again." Jason was back on the conference screen, with Pai, Kisshu and Keiichiro.

"Looked a bit like Taruto, only dark blue hair, and he attacked with a frigin' bazooka." Jason informed them.

"Raisukeiku." Pai spat.

"Know him?" Jason asked.

"Another member of the Beta Team. He was Chantilly's right hand man. He may not look it, but he's actually as old as I am, and just as smart. Only thing, he's immature, and, as you humans call, a pyromaniac."

"Sounds just like him." Jason commented.

"Yes, in fact, he often plays with an automatic lighter, just to see the flame."

"What's this guy OD'in on?" Jack stuck his head into the screen.

"I assume this is another Mew?" Kisshu asked.

"Yup, Jack Daniels. No pun intended." Jason introduced.

"Yo what up my Japanese home boys?"

"Stop actin' black, and go do something."

"Like yo mom?" Jack called from offscreen.

"Oh, that's it, come'er muthafucka!" Jack jumped up, and tore off after him.

"Immature to the end." Ryou walked down into the basement.

"Haven't seen you in a while." Keiichiro told him.

"Hiding from Liz." Ryou told him.

"Shirogane." A quiet voice from behind him called out. Ame led Ichigo down into the basement.

"Momoyama-san!" Keiichiro shouted, standing up. However, Ryou beat him, holding Ichigo in his arms.

"Ichigo." He whispered.

"Hold me Ryou. Please, before my heart breaks again." She sobbed into his vest.

"It's ok. I'm not going anywhere." He told her, stroking her hair.

As Ryou escorted Ichigo back upstairs, Zakuro appeared on the screen. "Nice job Ame-chan." She told her, with a wink.

"Thank you Zakuro-san." Ame replied.

"I always knew those two were meant to be together." Keiichiro told them.

Kisshu sighed. "Ah well, at least Shirogane's up for insults. I couldn't STAND Maysha."

To CS, i just couldn't make Ame the girlish type you said she was. So, i figured I go more like zakuro. DON'T KILL ME. I just CAN'T do girly. Y Chromosome and all. Well, that'll be it for a while, so get out there, and R&R and above all, UPDATE!!!