Too Perfect for Her Liking
Hello everyone! This is officially my first fanfiction about my ultimate favorite pairing Kisshu and Ichigo. I've been crushing on Kisshu ever since I can remember and with the new Tokyo Mew Mew on its way, I thought it would be somewhat nice and impeccable to relive some of my old memories.
This story is set after the anime/manga. Meaning Deep Blue is dead. The aliens are back on their planet. There were no Crusaders, nor Berry yet and neither of them will be featured in this story. Masaya is spending a lot of time in England and Ichigo is left alone to her own thoughts in Tokyo.
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Disclaimer
I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew. If I did, Masaya would be dead by the end of episode 20 and Ichigo heavily infatuated with Kisshu the day she met him.
The feeble streaks of light were slowly streaming through the curtains as a new day began to rise into its existence.
It was a summer day. Warm, light and, for Ichigo, bereft of any potent importance.
She turned on the bed and breathed out a deep sigh.
The only plan she had actually made for the upcoming morning resided in her date with Masaya. And, something about that revelation made her stomach slightly lurch. It wasn't that she was ill or in a bad mood. She also knew that she was not pregnant either, the courtesy of the test kit proved so. Yet, the vision of Masaya's happy face right in front of her for the duration of more than two minutes made her feel completely miserable at the current moment.
The thing was she would honestly rather stay in bed the whole day than go out for a brunch with her own boyfriend. It sounded terrible, horrible, even to her own ears; nonetheless, it was the truth. She internally thanked heavens Masaya could not read her mind. She wondered whether he would slap her, if he could.
But she quickly squished that mental image. Violence, in general, was completely out of character for Masaya. She could bet he would not even raise his voice at her; even if he had every right to do so.
In truth, Masaya was perfect in every way. He was still as sweet as ever, if not more. Truly caring, doting and loving; an epitome of any girl's ideal man. Whether he was in Japan or England, he never broke the promise, always called, relentlessly cared, infinitely loved and yet Ichigo sometimes felt like gagging. At herself and her antics mostly, but at that sheer perfection of his as well.
It never ceased to amaze her how flawless that guy was and how much his virtue contrasted with her vices.
That, of course, was her little secret. No one knew, and she made sure it stayed that way.
Whenever her friends asked her about Masaya and their relationship, she always waved them off because she felt embarrassed about her true thoughts and the motives that operated them. It took only a few choice words like "great," "beyond perfection," "awesome" to give her listeners the superficial glimpse into their life of happiness.
Only Shirogane knew. But that was another problem she had to deal with separately.
When exactly did she start feeling so irksome? Had it something to do with Masaya's moving to England? But she was extremely happy for him when he got accepted into his program. She had a vivid memory of that. Tears of joy and sense of pride. Was it after he had left that she developed that sense of loneliness that followed her around like a ghost or even before that?
Perhaps, it was because Masaya was simply too perfect; too perfect for her liking. Or that is at least how she had kept excusing her poor behavior while he was gone. Did she want to wreck that perfection or did she actually want to compete with it? Or, better yet, did she just really find it that annoying altogether? She still could not tell.
However, one thing was for sure. This brunch date with Masaya that she was supposed to endure did not make her train of thinking any lighter.
But she just simply wasn't ready to confront and accept the consequences of the reality of her wrongdoings yet. There was no turning back now. She made a conscious decision and she had to pay the price for it.
She knew that she had to tell him the truth. He deserved to know. But she felt a sudden pang of anxiety that it would not be today.
Where were all her Mew powers when she needed them the most? She wished she could just turn into Mew Ichigo and regain her self-confidence. She missed being a Mew so much.
With one last glance at her alarm clock, Ichigo got out of the bed and started putting on clothes.