Last one. we're all gona diiiieee!

Chapter 6—"Deep Blue's Perfections—Juicy Strawberry"

Ichigo tossed and turned endlessly in her bed after that day. Blackcherry got well again and they began to spend more time with each other. But now Masaya was missing from school—Momomiya would've been avoiding him anyway though.

And then one day, the school was swarmed…with the devil monsters that Quiche, Tart, and Pai called Kirema Anima.

"It's chaos! Utter chaos!"

"This will be the end of us all!"

Children screamed, grown adults cried in disbelief. Firemen and police officers were frantic. Monsters! Real monsters…Oh the Mew Mews wished it hadn't had come to this…!

"Please let this be the end," Mew Mint whimpered a little. Mew Zakuro held her close. Mew Pudding wasn't sure what to think. She had such strong feelings for Tart and look what him and his brothers had done to all these innocent people…why…

"You took our planet from us! Our peaceful planet! We've come to take it back!"

Quiche's past speeches rang in the Mew girl's pale cold ears.

The Mew girls were at a loss. The Kirema Anima continued to multiply, but did not find the brothers anywhere in sight. A much stronger force was in charge of this. And it wasn't them…

"Could it be…their leader?" Akasaka trembled.

"Deep Blue…not now…please not now…" Ryou was completely frustrated with himself. If they could just have found out who Deep Blue was this may have all been avoidable!

The Mew girls continued to fight them off one by one, but day-by-day they continued to grow. And grow…the whole world was swarming with monsters and people were leaving town. On the news there were only reports of what sort of monster killed who and who was injured and what buildings were damaged. There was no weather report anymore. The skies were always grey.

Mew Ichigo made her way through the school, trying to rush the poor students out. None of them recognized her. She finally made it to the back of the school where a dark aura surrounded the area. Is this where all the Kirema Anima were coming from?

Ichigo walked closer but just as quickly was whipped back by a flying Kirema Anima. She saw a dark figure in the shadows of the aura where it was cloudy and hard to inhale oxygen. "Girls! I think this is—" She felt a tight grip around her throat before any more words could escape it.

She searched through the dark and traced a pale, bony hand around her neck up to a tall man with blue clothes. She saw around the smoke and found a face colder and whiter than ice, and the shocking turquoise eyes that reminded her of the Blue Knight's. But this man looked like a devil, with his long ebony hair that waterfalled over his shoulders and cascaded all the way down his back. He had sharp pointed fangs and pointed ears like Quiche and company, but held a cold grimace unlike any she had ever seen.

"A-a-are you…D-Deep...B-Blue...?"She choked out.

"I told you not to fight," came the bloodcurdling, dark, wicked voice. "And now you've gotten hurt…Ichigo…" but he didn't look sad. He looked wicked.

Ichigo's ears twitched when his grasp weakened. 'I told you not to fight.' He told…me…

The saltwater embroidered her red eyes like white, glittering lace. "This…this is a joke right?" She choked back some of her tears. "No, this can't be."

Masaya Aoyama…the kindhearted, popular boy who played kendo at her school and had once upon a time captured her heart…was Deep Blue, the fierce black-hearted leader of an alien elite that was trying to destroy her planet?

No, no that doesn't make sense! No it can't be! No! No! NO!

"No!" she gasped around the tears in her throat. "NO!" She thrusted forward and wrapped her arms around his tall, thin waist. "My Masaya! No! Not my Masaya! My Masaya!" She wept and the tears would not discontinue their flow. She couldn't stop gasping and her chest heaved through the damp air with a sudden flash of memories.

All those times he has protected me! All those times we have been close! And I left him! I left him behind! And he protected me again…I'd be dying without him! No, this man is not my beautiful Masaya! He is not my Masaya with the most beautiful smile in the world! He is not my love Masaya!

…My love…Masaya…? What am I saying…?

She thought she would faint, but she felt warm arms around her again. Warm, bony, thin arms…Warm like the Blue Knight's. Ichigo inhaled and exhaled the scent that would always be Masaya's. She looked up from the false embrace and expected to still see that cold face of the imposter.

But in his face, she saw that tanned skin again and those chocolate eyes. And she did not see fangs. She saw his mouth curve into his smile. Such pleasant, beautiful cherry lips. She was able to see her Masaya once more…Every time she buckled under pressure and needed help he was there…How could she not see it…

"MY LOVE, MASAYA!" she cried out as they kissed, and it was sweeter, saltier, more tart than any other kiss, but nothing had ever been more perfect. This body that was Masaya's yet was not, was scarless, with perfect skin stretched over perfect bones. And a perfect face. Everything was perfect. Oh, she did love him…She truly did…Did she? No…she didn't…but to love him…would be so right. It would be so right…if she could only love him!

"Ichigo…" he sighed and his consciousness returned. He had been put under a spell and used as the shell for Deep Blue to conquer. But Ichigo had erased his soul before it could escape with the cry that Masaya had longed to hear…"My love Masaya." It was the greatest. But Deep Blue was now gone forever. Masaya's body morphed to normal, leaving him short and weak.

On that day, all the Kirema Anima disappeared. After seeing how it was Ichigo's love that was the destruction of Deep Blue, Quiche and company realized that it wasthe Mew'sperspective that was warped, not theirs. They returned back to their home planet…not before Pudding and Tart sharing what would probably not be a final kiss of course!

And of course, Blackcherry knew exactly what happened. Now it was time to confront it.

"I'm sorry, Blackcherry. But it's right."

"…"

"You know it's right! He's a boy! It was my love that stopped the evil!"

"Do you love him?"

Ichigo was at a standstill. Blackcherry sit propped up quietly on her bed, while Ichigo flailed her arms in expression.

"It is what's right! It is right to be with him. He's perfect! He's perfect!"

Blackcherry looked up and echoed her question in that far away, submerged voice, "Do you love him?"

The way that she had asked it made Ichigo realize Blackcherry was not angry. She wasn't going to hold it against her either. She was just…overwhelmed with black grief. When she spoke to Ichigo, she sounded like a flourishing piano.

"I…"

"You don't love him."

"I didn't say that!"

"You don't love me either?"

No. That wasn't true. Ichigo loved Blackcherry more than she had ever loved someone. And Blackcherry knew it! But she couldn't say that. She had to be with Masaya. The past events proved it. It was the only way to go—it was right. Ichigo had to do this…She had to push Blackcherry away.

"No…" she whimpered, and Blackcherry saw through her lie right away and grasped her hand.

"Please…I can't love you…please…Being with Masaya is right! He's perfect…he is a boy…with perfect skin and perfect hair…and he loves me…I will marry him…please Blackcherry…I can't…" she cried out and left her house.

She left Blackcherry deep in despairing thoughts. Did Ichigo love her? It didn't matter if she was attracted to her now. Because she didn't care enough to put her before what the world had screamed to her was right. Why do some people wear all black and strive to be different only to find themselves launched into another clique? Why did Blackcherry like to believe Ichigo wasn't superficial enough to be like everyone else, yet here she was telling her she couldn't be with her because she wasn't perfect like Masaya?

Blackcherry reached deep into her closet and found the old blood-soaked cookie cutters. But in the back lay a knife with only the tip soiled from dragging it gently into her skin. She picked it up and curled up in the bathroom and locked the door. She quietly stripped all her black clothes off and sat with her knees to her chest on top of her black toilet seat. She was barely breathing when she looked down to the strawberry scars they had given each other down there.

"My love, Ichigo. You were the maiden of light that came to me in my dark time of despair. When I reached the end of the tunnel I had hoped to land in a path of strawberry patches in springtime. You will have to be looking in that beautiful frosty forest for another reason now. Not for waiting for the perfect leaves to grow back, but for the imperfect grave that shall lay just beneath those trees. I promised if you left, then I would leave as well. The girl from so long ago, my first love, that I felt right away was you. My love, Ichigo."

She sent the rusty dagger into her chest with a sharp bone-shattering sound. She groaned and writhed in agony, continuing doubtlessly, and drove it straight into her circulatory organ, her strawberry shaped heart, and the juice dripped from her chest as she collapsed to the ground with an instant death.

Never had there been such a love filled, sad, heart. Never had there been such a juicy strawberry.

That's the end you guys. Hope you don't hate me for the ending. ; I have to make this canon…….and Ichigo belongs with Masaya….even if she doesn't love him.

Reference chapter 1

--Automatic Rewind