Disclaimer: Tokyo Mew Mew does not belong to me and the song in here is also not mine. Savvy?
Whee! Reviews! Th4nk j00! BTW I'm only up to #4 in this series so if I make references to only then and before, that's why. ^^ YES! I love this song! ^_^ If you hear it, you fall in love with it. It is "Kiss the Rain" by Billie Myers. And I've decided on a really sad ending for this. *cries*
{hello, can you hear me?
Am I getting through to you?
Hello, is it late there? There's a laughter on the line
are you sure you're there alone?}
Ichigo's eyes opened slowly, staring into a pair not exactly identical to hers but awkwardly close.
"KYAAAA!" The startled kitten jumped back as Ichigo shot up and she glared at it. "No! Bad Maze!"
Maze looked back at her with that look that cats get when they know so much more then you do, and why in the world do you think you are intelligent enough to berate them? Ichigo sighed and shook her head as the kitten turned away, preparing to flounce off the bed.
"Get back here~~~" She pulled the sulking feline into her lap and stroked her. "You just startled me, quit pouting." Maze glared up at her and Ichigo blinked. For a moment it seemed like the cat had had Kish's dark eyes, piercing into her. Laughing at her, "playing" with her. But that was impossible!
Maze gazed at her a moment then stood up on Ichigo's knee, her tail swishing as she balanced. She hopped off Maze's knee and stalked away, not bothering to glance back at her mistress. Ichigo picked up the kitten from behind and stared into her eyes.
"Are you Kish?"
Maze stared back at her as if she was crazy. Then again, maybe she was. Ichigo set Maze down and hit her forehead lightly with one hand.
"Yeah, I'm going insane. That should get me out of school." She grabbed her bookbag, hurriedly smoothing the front of her shirt.
*It doesn't look *that* bad does it?* She questioned mentally and shook her head. *No one'll notice.*
{cause I'm trying to explain
something's wrong, you just don't sound the same,
why don't you / why don't you
go outside / go outside . . .}
Like a gunshot, Kish's eyes opened and he sat up. Of course there wasn't really a reason to his behavior, he just slept so much during the day there was no use wasting time on waking up. He looked over at Tart.
"Oh . . . so I didn't kill you last night," Kish said and leaned back on his hands as if relaxing. Tart had been around while he was asleep, which meant if he was sleep-talking or sleep-emoting or anything... better to make death threats, on the whole. Assert his position.
Tart smirked.
"As if you could. I'd be more likely to be killed by the old hag with the Strawberry addiction. I swear, does she get ANY new attacks?" Kish shook his head, clearing Tart's voice and the leftover dreams from it. But he couldn't clear out Ichigo.
He glanced at the window and smiled. "Is it going to rain today?"
Tart looked at him curiously. "Yeah . . . why?"
"No reason." Kish's smile grew thoughtful and the slightest bit sad. "I just like the rain."
{kiss the rain whenever you need me
kiss the rain whenever I'm gone too long . . .}
Tart snorted. "Don't catch a cold."
"That's a human phrase." The alien shook his head at Tart, black hair brushing over his face. "It doesn't apply to us."
"I know that. Don't treat me like a child!" Tart said indignantly and Kish smirked.
"Don't treat you like what you are?"
"If you're going to treat me like 'what I am' then you better treat Ichigo the same way!" Tart yelled and stalked off down the long corridor. Kish's dark eyes appeared hurt for a moment, his mind flashing back to the battle at Tokyo Tower . . .
~**~Flashback~**~
"You're already here? That was quick." Kish floated above Ichigo's head, watching her cat ears twitch in irritation and perhaps a slight fear. They shot straight up as he spoke and she whirled to face him.
"But why don't you come and play with us first?" Tart suggested, smirking. He could see Tart enjoying their confusion and hated himself for feeling the same way about the situation. Kish darted over to Ichigo, coming so close that his face hovered directly above hers.
"We'll be friends. I promise. Right, Ichigo?" He murmured, smiling at her. He knew full well that a friendship wouldn't work between them but it was a game wasn't it?
Just a game to play. And he would win. He always won at games.
But . . . what if it wasn't a game?
~**~End Flashback~**~
The alien left the house as rain began to pour down outside. If he couldn't have Ichigo, he could still have the rain.
At least it understood him.
{if your lips feel lonely and thirsty
kiss the rain
and wait for the dawn
keep in mind
we're under the same sky
and the night's as empty for me as for you}
Ichigo hurriedly down the street towards the school. "Of all the days to miss the bus! Dang it . . ." She moaned as she felt a raindrop hit her nose and looked up at the sky pleadingly.
"Does it have to RAIN too?"
*I don't think today is going to be one of my better days.*
"Don't you like the rain, kitten?" A voice asked. Ichigo looked up from trying to shield herself from the rain with her coat, seeing only an empty street.
"No," she answered warily, still unable to see the speaker. "It always comes at the wrong time!"
"When is the right time for rain?" Kish asked curiously, enjoying this non-visual debate. It made talking with Ichigo a lot more companionable.
"When I don't have to run through it!"
"Would you rather fly?" Kish bit his lip after he said that, he'd probably given himself away now.
"Then I'd be Kish!" He could hear the sad smile in her voice.
/Me?/ Excitement and hope rushed through him all at once. /She would talk about me to strangers?/
She shook her head, as if to chastise herself. "I'm sorry, I'm just . . . kind of mixed up right now." Ichigo swiped a quick hand across her eyes and kept walking, causing Kish to float along behind her.
{if you feel
you can't wait till morning
kiss the rain, kiss the rain, kiss the rain}
"You care about . . . him?"
/I CANNOT believe I was about to say 'me'. That would take the place as one of my stupidest mistakes./ Kish mused, gazing at Ichigo's shoulders as they lifted slightly then dropped.
"I . . . don't know." She turned and gazed back at him, her stare calm, unsurprised. "Can you tell me how to feel? What to think about him?"
Kish stared at her, his own dark eyes wide. "I can't . . ." He answered, almost not of his own accord. He hadn't expected her to ask him; she wasn't supposed to ask him what to feel. She was Ichigo. She made up her own mind and heart and she had done that a long time ago.
{hello
do you miss me?
I hear you say you do but not the way I'm missing you
what's new? how's the weather? is it stormy where you are?
you sound so close it feels like you're so far . . .}
Ichigo smiled at him sadly. "I can't be your girlfriend, Kish. I can't be your friend, even if I want to."
Kish stared at her, his eyes dark as a starless night. "Why not . . .?"
"Because I love Masaya." Ichigo stared up at him. "I do. And I always will. I can't . . ." Her crimson eyes filled with unshed tears. "I can't love you both."
{oh would it mean anything? if you knew
what I'm left imagining
in my mind/ in my mind
would you go/ would you go
kiss the rain}
She stepped back, away from him. The rain had soaked them both by this time, and only served to accent the sadness in both their eyes.
"I don't understand . . ." Kish murmured, his voice wounded and, to Ichigo's ears, torn. "Why can't you at least be close to me? You wouldn't have to betray Masaya. I need you, Ichigo." He looked up and she could see tears glistening in his eyes for the first time. She reached up and touched one.
"I'm sorry . . ."
{whenever you need me
kiss the rain
and wait for the dawn}
Kish shook his head, sending tears brushing away.
"Why can't you?!" He said and Ichigo shook her head, placing her finger on his lips.
"No, Kish. I just can't . . ."
He stared at her, feeling his lips go numb with her finger on them. She looked at him, tears glittering in her eyes like pearls from some deep-sea treasure. Raindrops fell on her lips and Kish felt more tears rising in his eyes.
"If you miss me . . ." She whispered, taking her finger away from his lips and leaning closer to him.
"Just kiss the rain."
She kissed him, and Kish let himself go, kissing her back with all his soul as he hugged her, feeling her arms around his back. There were tears in the kiss; it was just like kissing raindrops.
/Please . . . don't let this end./
{If your lips feel lonely and thirsty
kiss the rain, kiss the rain,
kiss the rain}
Ichigo stepped back, away from him, looking up at him with sorrow in her eyes.
"Goodbye, Kish."
He gazed at her, pleading with his eyes, cursing the tears that lurked behind them. "Please . . . Ichigo . . ."
She shook her head, gazing back at him.
"No." She whispered, her voice torn. "G-goodbye Kish . . ." Ichigo turned, starting off through the rain. She never looked back. Kish knew that if he spoke, he would hear tears in his voice.
/It wasn't a game. You are the only girl I care for!/
But she didn't turn, her footsteps splashing quietly in the drenching rain.
"Goodbye Ichigo." Kish whispered. "I love you."
{hello
can you hear me?
can you hear me . . . ?}
*sniffle* Gomen! My cuteness mood disappeared. :'( Kish and Ichigo . . . they really should go together but . . .*sigh* Thank you for all the reviews, and I hope you've enjoyed this short fanfic of mine. Ja ne!
~Crimson
4:03pm 1/21/04