A/N: I am back with another chapter of this lovely fanfiction! Thank you for the reviews and the views! I appreciate it greatly! I do not own TMM, just the new characters that I created.

"Aoyama-kun?"

I pushed Kisshu off to the side a little to see my sweet, handsome boyfriend's face. His warm, welcoming brown eyes met mine and I just knew Kisshu's golden, fiery gaze never lifted from my figure as Aoyama walked towards me. I smiled sweetly at Aoyama, but quickly stopped as I noticed his face had a harsh frown placed on his lips as he approached closer to me.

"Aoyama-kun what's the matter?" I felt dumb for asking, but of course I felt like just because the aliens were back he would at least still be excited to see me.

"What the hell is he doing here? Are you going to be fighting again? You promised when you left you wouldn't be a Mew anymore! Also why is he holding your hand?" Aoyama seethed through his teeth.

I furrowed my eyebrows. He was asking way too many questions at once that I still didn't gather the fact that Kisshu had grabbed my hand when I had pushed him away a few seconds earlier. I'm sure I didn't move my hand away fast enough as I watched Aoyama's face twist when I gritted my teeth to him while squeezing Kisshu's hand before pulling away to shove my face into Aoyama's. So what if I have to fight again? Doesn't he realize I came back to Tokyo due to not only missing my friends and parents but because of my powers never going away? Doesn't he realize I am for not just him but Earth as a whole? I knew I was fuming when I could feel my cat ears twitching on the top of my head.

"First of all, I didn't know the aliens were coming back until yesterday. I thought Kisshu was dead, remember? Unless you also knew he was alive," Aoyama flinched back, guilt in his eyes, "Wonderful, glad to know my own boyfriend kept a secret from me as well! Second, I didn't realize he had grabbed my hand when I moved him away from my vision so I could see you! And third, you know better than anyone I would fight for Earth, regardless if you liked it or not!"

I could feel myself getting angrier as I went off on him; I didn't need to see the guilt and sadness in Aoyama's eyes to confirm it. Unfortunately for me, those emotions quickly left and switched to hatred as I felt a presence appear behind me. I watched as Aoyama's jaw tightened and body tensed up as Kisshu's mischievous voice filled the tense room.

"Oh come on lover boy," Kisshu walked up to my side and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, a glare appearing on Aoyama's face, "Ichigo-chan refuses my advancements. Too in love with you. So disappointing that you have no faith in her, however, she does deserve a boyfriend who won't stop her from being herself and supports her on the sideline. Afterall, it's not like you can fight anymore."

I could hear the smirk on Kisshu's face without seeing it. He always loved hitting Aoyama's insecurities on the head like a hammer hitting a nail, just so he could see the reaction he gets from my boyfriend. All of a sudden as soon as I heard Kisshu finish his statement, he pulled my face close to his and started to lean into a kiss. Is he really gonna do this? In front of Aoyama?! I was too stunned to try and stop him, but I didn't have to due to the fist that met Kisshu's jaw line. I shrieked as I watched Aoyama land a punch across Kisshu's face and Kisshu falling back, landing on his back.

I stared at Aoyama like a deer in headlights. Kisshu started manically laughing, catching my attention as I watched him lift himself off the ground and rubbing his left cheek where the punch landed. I hated seeing Kisshu and Aoyama fighting, but what I hated seeing more was Kisshu's golden eyes brighten into a searing white light. He was pissed, but enjoyed the thrill of a fight with my boyfriend and his love rival.

"Nice form lover boy," Kisshu chuckled, "however you'll need to do a lot more to keep me away from my kitten. Kill me even." He smirked.

"Trust me, I tried." Aoyama smirked back.

Kisshu smiled psychotically, teleporting behind Aoyama in a blink of an eye. He pulled out one of his sai's and pushed it against Aoyama's throat, "Wanna try again lover boy?"

"Kisshu!" I snapped.

Kisshu's golden eyes met mine and softened. I could feel him fighting the urge to slice my boyfriend's throat right then and there so he could finally have me. I gave him the best begging look I could muster up, having tears well up into my eyes. Kisshu curses under his breath, knowing that his love for me and the thought of me hating him was enough for him to get it together and calm down. He released Aoyama from his grip and pushed him towards me. Aoyama fell onto his hands and knees in front of me. He quickly gets up and before I could grab him to hold him, he pulls on one of Kisshu's pigtails, their faces inches away from each other.

"Aoyama! Stop it! He let go of you!" I quickly stood in between them and pushed Aoyama off of Kisshu, having his hair released.

Aoyama brushed himself off and grabbed my hand as Kisshu fixed his hair back into place.

"Just back off freak, and neither one of us has to get killed." Aoyama grudgingly said as he pulled me into his arms, giving me a tight squeeze.

I don't like that word. Freak. I look over at Kisshu and take his figure in. Scarily pale skin, bright, golden eyes, and large elf-like ears. If he was a freak then what was I? A mutant? After-all if my emotions are running rampant and I'm not transformed, I look just like a freak; pitch black cat ears with a matching tail. My eyes met Kisshu's and I could tell he knew I was hurt by that word.

He gritted his jaw tight and seethed through them, "Maybe you should watch what you say, it can be taken out of context by the ones you say you love."

He nods over to my direction before teleporting away. I decided to look down towards my shoes, taking note of the detailing of my pink socks, to just not look Aoyama in the eyes. I felt a surge of anger and guilt inside my chest. I knew why I was angry, but why was I feeling guilty? For Kisshu showing up? For the upcoming battles? No. It wouldn't be that simple. I twiddled my thumbs together as I was trying to pinpoint on the cause of this feeling. Then, it clicked. I moved my focus from my shoes to my hands and remembered Kisshu was holding my hand when Aoyama approached me when he arrived. He must have felt a slight bit of betrayal at the sight of my hand being held by another guy. But, he should know I have no mutual feelings towards Kisshu. It's always been enemies and now its become platonic.

I love you and I meant it. Dammit Kisshu. Why do I have to think of that now? I'm with Aoyama and he knows this! Why does he always play games with me? But is it a game? I lifted my head up to see the empty spot where Kisshu stood, eyebrows furrowed. Even if it's not a game I can't have these thoughts about Kisshu, it's not fair to Aoyama. Sweet, sweet Aoyama. I turned my head to see Aoyama staring at me with a slight bit of concern in his eyes.

"Come on Momomiya-san, let me walk you home." Aoyama smiled sweetly. I couldn't help but to smile back, even though I'm still upset with him.

"Go on ahead Ichigo-san," Retasu speaks up, "we can finish cleaning up."

I smile brightly at my friend, having forgotten I was still at the café, "Thank you guys. Aoyama-kun, let me get changed quickly."

He nods and proceeds to let me out of his grip. I run towards the changing room and proceed to remove my red café uniform and into my school clothes and red overcoat dress. I slipped out of the changing room and met Aoyama outside the back door where he waited for me. He grabbed my hand into his and we started the walk to my house. It was nice having my boyfriend back in Japan, it was a struggle adjusting to not having him around on Sunday's when we could have had our dates. Thankfully the mews have been keeping me preoccupied with girls nights and shopping.

"Do you believe that you're a freak Ichigo?"

I blinked in surprise to hear his question, even though I knew it was bound to come up. I looked up at him, concern dancing in his chocolate eyes. I don't really know how to answer that question. I already didn't want to talk about the battles that will be in the future, let alone my inner crisis with myself.

"Why did you make it a big deal of the thought of me being a Mew again?" I dodged the question. For now. Knowing Aoyama, I can dodge it for a little while, especially when this conversation is more important.

"Because Ichigo, you promised you would let Berry be the leader and fight with the girls. You only wanted to come back to Japan because you missed your friends and family, not to be a Mew! I agreed with your decision because I knew you'd be safe!" His voice started to go stern. It was like listening to my father, annoying and too over-protective. Seems like he had forgotten or chose not to hear the part about my powers not going away when we discussed me returning to Japan. I crossed my arms, letting go of his hand, feeling the fight coming on and trying to keep my head leveled as much as I could.

"Aoyama-kun, I am very capable of taking care of myself! I defeated Deep Blue for crying out loud!" I could hear my voice getting louder and harsher as I saw my house coming into vision.

"You barely survived that fight! Kisshu had to die for you, for you to even raise your weapon at me!"

I felt my cheeks warm up in anger, "That's because I was trying to protect you too! I was trying to save you without harming you!"

We approached my front steps, the fight not coming close to ceasing. Aoyama grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me around to face him, gripping my shoulders a little too tight.

"You can't protect everyone all the time, Ichigo! And I no longer can turn into the Blue Knight to come and fight with you! What would happen to you if you were in danger again?"

This is ridiculous! I was fine for months before the Mew Aqua hit him and helped transform him into the Blue Knight. I was fine before all the Mews got together and it was just me versus Kisshu. I was fine fighting Chimera Animas all on my own. I suck in a breath and let a bit of rage leave my throat, coating my tongue like a liquid, "I was fine before you became the Blue Knight. I will be fine once again if I am ever on my own. You will no longer be in danger so I will no longer have to worry and put you before myself," I could see the guilt hit him, but I wasn't done yet, "and if worse comes to worse and I'm in danger, Kisshu will save me."

That shot him right in the heart. He hated Kisshu, but he also knew that Kisshu would do anything for me, even if it was death. He hated it. He hates Kisshu for the simple fact that unlike Kisshu, he can't fight beside me and protect me. Aoyama has to trust me in another guy's protection, the worst feeling for him.

Aoyama hung his head down and released my shoulders finally. "You're right Momomiya-san. Just promise me you won't fight alone at the very least."

"You know I can't promise that."

"Please, for me, at least have someone with you at all times. Even if it is Kisshu."

He lifted his head up, pleading eyes begging me for reassurance. I hated lying, especially to my own boyfriend. But I know he won't leave me alone or go back to London if I don't promise him.

I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding, "I promise Aoyama-kun. Now it's late and I have school tomorrow, but we can go out on a date after school tomorrow or Sunday. I'm actually off for the next two days."

Aoyama smiled sweetly at me before reaching over and giving me a small peck on the cheek, "I'll let you know tomorrow, get some rest. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Aoyama-kun." I smiled before turning to my front door and heading inside.

Thankfully my parents were in the shower, so I quickly went up the stairs and entered into my pink and strawberry themed bedroom. I undressed and slipped into some pink matching pajamas and undid my pigtails, setting the red ribbons onto my dresser. I released a deep sigh and headed towards my bed, flopping down face first onto my pillow.

"You had some nerve mentioning my name in your little fight kitten."

I groaned inwardly. I turn my head towards the center of my bedroom, taking in the sight of Kisshu floating in the middle of the bedroom. A smirk playing on his lips and a playful glint in his golden eyes. I knew he would follow us and listen in, he can't help himself. Especially when he knew the fight was going to be about him.

"I was just being petty. He deserved it after the stunt he performed at the café with you." I lifted myself to a sitting position onto the edge of my bed. I watched as Kisshu licked his bottom lip, taking in the sight of me in my pajamas. I could feel my cheeks flush up, why does he always have to look at me like that? Like I'm a treat waiting for him to pick me up and take a bite out of me.

"You look very cute kitten," he smiled brightly while floating towards me, "and that blush across your face gives you some nice strawberry features to match the pajamas."

My face reddened more, his face had gotten closer to mine. Our lips were inches away from each other when I quickly grabbed one of my small strawberry pillows and shoved it into Kisshu's face before he could kiss me. He made a small groan and removed the pillow from my hands.

Kisshu chuckled, placing a hand on my right cheek, "Your ears are out kitty-cat."

I moved away from his touch and reached up, confirming my ears were out. I hate that he can get this reaction from me. Kisshu can rile me up more than anymore, even Aoyama. Before my mind spirals at those thoughts, I glare at Kisshu, hoping he would get the hint that I was tired and annoyed.

"Go home Kisshu! It's late and I need to sleep for school tomorrow."

"Whatever you say kitten, I'll take a raincheck on that kiss."

Before I could protest, Kisshu warped out of my room. I groaned and quickly went to go turn out my light right before falling back onto my bed, head hitting the pillow. My mind was reeling with the thought of Kisshu kissing me. Again. A whole year and so later since he kissed me last. Flashbacks to the times he kissed me ran through my mind. I think Kisshu has kissed me way more than Aoyama has. My heart sinks a little. Does that mean Kisshu's feelings for me are stronger? I never even try to kiss Aoyama as much as Kisshu kisses me. I shake my head, trying to get these thoughts away from my mind. No! Aoyama is just a gentleman. He wants to take it slow. Kisshu just sees me as a toy.

Satisfied with how I handled that, I closed my eyes and let myself try and fall into sweet dreams of Aoyama. Hoping that tomorrow will just be an easy day between school and Aoyama.