Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew. However Licorice is mine.

Distant Shadow; Chapter Three

Imaginary.

... Drooling, a thin but thick substance trailed from her mouth to her chin. Oh Masaya. I lov... Her petit figure collided with the floor, as she rolled out of her bed. She instantly threw one of her hands to the back of her head, having hit it rather hard on the nightstand. The pain wasn't excruciating, and was ignored when she took sight of the alarm clock.

She had forgot to set it the night before.. Wahhh! Jumping to her feet she wiped the drool from her mouth with her arm sleeve running to the closet she began to toss aside the hanging clothes retrieveing her uniform. There's not time to shower! She hurried into the bathroom stripping of her pajama's and fitting into her chosen attire. Brushing her hair she tied her hair up on both sides, and raced downstairs. Hi mom, dad Bye mom, dad. She grabbed a slice of toasted bread and held it in her mouth as she rushed down the street, she took a nibble here and there on the way.

The night of blue shadows, the newly fallen snow is pure, before anyone touches it... In a space that seems frozen in time. The snow keeps falling slowly and silently..

Ichigo paused in her footsteps, standing at ease before her and unusual female. Ichigo took instant notice of those familiar ears and took a step back. Did kisshu and the otherssend you here? I don't have time to fight right now. Ichigo turnedto run around the girl and failed in the process when her body became limp, but frozen as she stood and the girl approached her.

..Give me you're time...

Whats going on! What did you do to me? I said I don't have time for this, I've got to get to school, I have to see Aoyama-Kun.

What does it mean to remember...Was it you, that made him forget?

Ichigo stopped struggling and looked at her solemn gaze. What do you mean?

Licorice wore an emotionless mask of indifference, towards Ichigo, she seemed so much colder and distant with emotions. Was this hatred never before shed upon someone. Silence Scythes. Numerous scythe blades. (A/N: Just as said, they are scythe blades, that curve a bit more, attatched the the shaft is a metal-like cord, When thrown out, the blades spin immencesly and can be returned upon being pulled.) The blades however hung from the attatched air, swinging back and fourth, slowly. Circling around Ichigo, an hauntingly eerie sound echoed, taunting Ichigo's sensitive ears.

Licorice, caused scythes like this to resonate and create a sheild, within it she creates hillucinations. She was infact one to toy with her opponents minds..

So then, time to play...

Ichigo's hues became pale, and faded possessivly, Had her mind been manipulated, into a dream world, of Licorices own creation.

Momomiya, Ichigo ran up to Masaya catching her breath, she lay her hand on his sholder with a definant smile. Aoyama-Kun.. Masaya slowly turned, feeling the gentle touch of the soul behind him, confronting her fully, he only stared at her dazedly. You are... But, who are you? Ichigo's surroundings faded into darkness, with those plain words he spoke. I'm Ichigo, you know.

I'm sorry, have we met before? Ichigo's eyes widened as her hand fell from his sholder and down at her side. She felt tears push free, as she stood frail, her body felt weak as her heart skipped beats. She fell to her knees, watching as the ebony haired male turned his back to her, and walked away. Her heart drifting as he left her side.

Standing up, she reach out, stumbling she chased after him, only she hadn't appeared to be moving at all, as if time had stopped he continued on, Fading, Fading away and she was the only thing that remained. An faint laughter, echoed through the darkness, belonging to Licorice. Softly, softly I close my eyes. Since I'm here... Since I'm waiting... I want atleast, you to notice. Kisshu.. Always, always I'll be dreaming.

Ichigo stopped and took those frail words Licorice had spoke into deep thought, she understood what they meant, had she been one to understand those kind of feelings. She jerked, and looked around. Seeing Masaya stand in complete silence, He instantly fell to his knees, knealing in the snow, as if fell softly above. Struck through his back, with an arrow, Resembling. The seconde hand of time.. The dark crimson tainted the snow. MASAYA!

Breaking loose in tears, as they fell from her eyes, did she alas break free from the fatal dream, her surroundings shattered like a broken mirror, as she awoke, laying on the sidewalk. Her vision blurred but not enough that she didn't watch the mysterious figure teleport, disappearing in the air..

Okay, this was a weird chapter, feel free to critisize it. However I find it to my liking, because I really like my character. Please Review. Also if you are interested in hearing what my character sounds like. I have cropped voice clips, of her speaking tone. Just ask, and I'll send them to you, it takes only secondes to open and listen.