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A few explanations:

Masaya is EVIL, in case you haven't noticed. Ever noticed how disgustingly nice he is? He HAS to be evil. Oh God, I HATE him so much!

Also, the rest of the TMM girls are older in this fic, and that's why you won't see them very much.

Oh. And about the slow updates. I can't update more often, I swear. Because I really have lots of stuff to do.

Disclaimer: I still do not own TMM, or any of the characters. (Except Shuya. He's mine. Heheh.)

Strawberry Dessert

Chapter 3

That's what you get.

God knew it was hard not to worry, the blonde thought one week later, sitting down, listening to the teachings of someone who didn't want to be there.

Ironically his name meant dragon. The dragon itself was a symbol of wisdom and protection, but what was he? Nothing but an idiot, an idiot who couldn't protect anyone.

And it was obvious that this particular person needed all protection he could get. From what he did not know, but it still stood clear that it was the truth.

There was also one question that echoed in his mind.

Why?

He shot a glance across the classroom.

At first, he knew he liked the boy because of his looks, and also the fact that he got to work hard for something. But to go as far as actually being genuinely worried? Just what was that?

He found himself staring at the guy every so often, not being able to tear his eyes away. Not from the way he swayed his hips when he walked, almost like a girl, nor from the soft pink lips' movement when he talked, and much less from his sparkling deep eyes.

He some times felt that, when looking at Ichigo, he'd give up all he had to be able stare at his beauty forever and ever and ever.

And still he wondered why.

He really did not know.

But something when that brat cried his eyes out, wetting his shirt, sobbing into his chest, a part of him felt like he was about to cry, he too. What he had felt at that time was the terrifying feeling of a hollow emptiness filling him from the stomach and up to his throat. The emptiness of being so close to someone you could not do a single thing for.

He hadn't even dared to speak, as if the pink haired boy was made of fragile porcelain, which even the smallest of movements could break.

And yet, here he was today, only five seats away, acting as if he was completely restored. Laughing, smiling with those seducing lips, and talking, like the events of the previous week never had occurred at all.

He always caught his attention.

Ichigo Momomiya simply had him spellbound.

"Okay, listen up guys. These are your first jobs as models."

Now it had been exactly eight days since the incident.

Ichigo wondered why the normal teacher wasn't there, but didn't mind too much, all the previous one could do was to... shiver, and let the boys do whatever they wanted. It was a nice change to not have them all staring at her, and she had the possibility to focus on something else than Masaya. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she was more scared of him than ever before. So what could she do? More than put on a mask, and pretend it never happened?

All she knew was that she, no matter what, wouldn't let him get a chance like that again.

"As you might know, there are a few things you need to keep in mind when you're in front of a camera. One is the fact that the photographer will want you to either completely become someone else, or completely be yourself. None of them are easy to do. Basically you need to know how to…"

"Hey, honey", whispered the tall boy, and founder of her fanclub, suddenly. He had sincerely told her his name was Shuya a few days ago.

"I told you not to call me that!" she hissed back.

"Is it okay if I call you 'cutie' then?"

"No!"

"Aw… Then…Sugar top?"

"No, idiot!"

"That was mean…" he pouted. "What about neko-chan?"

"WHAT!" Neko meant cat! Cat, for fuck's sake! She wasn't a bloody pet!

Unfortunately this was said, or rather shouted out, a little bit too loud, which caused the teacher to glare at her.

"Mind sharing your thoughts with us, Momomiya-kun? If it's more interesting than this, I'd love to hear it."

"…It's nothing. Sorry."

"Actually it's my fault. Sorry. It seems I insulted him very badly." Shuya sniffed, looking like a puppy begging for forgiveness,

"… Just don't do it again, okay?"

He just nodded.

Pfft… Talk about lousy acting. At least he might stop bothering me now…

But she was wrong. Only a few minutes went by, before he said:

"What about 'darling'?"

"Definitely denied!"

"Aw, lady of my heart you hurt my feelings."

"Quit it!"

"Dear?"

"No."

"Love?"

"NO!"

"Then what can I call you?"

Ichigo gave it a moment's thought.

"You may call me 'Master'." It was said with a smirk.

"'Kay!" Shuya said with so much happiness that she regretted what she had done

"…So, what was it you wanted?"

"I just wanted to ask if you were nervous about the photo shooting", he grinned.

In the corner of her eye, she saw Kish scribble something with incredible speed at the other end of the room. One moment later, a little ball of paper, which she suspected actually was meant for Shuya, landed on her head. That was confirmed when she read the message in it.

It read:

Don't worry about our cute Ichigo-chan. He's a high-class piece of ass. He'll pull through without any trouble. I'm sure about that.

The pink haired girl blushed madly and gave Kish the finger. And that bastard just faked a hurt look, before turning to the teacher again.

"If there are any troubles, make sure to contact me before the shoot. Also, there's a price for the one who produces the best works, and it consist of a month's fill of free meal tickets, and also… you will get some of your pictures published in one of our big weekly magazines. The shoot takes place at Silver Studios eleven AM tomorrow. Be on time, or I'll eat your brains. That's all. You're free to go."

Ichigo only heard the part about "free meal tickets".

She dashed out of the school building and sped back to the dorm – she was definitely going to win this!

Ryu continued to question himself at every occasion possible. Why did he really have the hots for one of the same gender, especially when the person was crazy enough to have pink hair?

He got his answer when said person poked his adorable head through the door the separated his room from the corridor. Only that it wasn't that adorable anymore.

His hair was dripping wet, darkened to an even deeper pink colour by the water. Droplets on his very kissable lips, eyes half closed, the pale skin as smooth as ever. He was dressed in a pair of small shorts and a loosely hanging t-shirt that was so big that it let one of his shoulders show.

He was sexy, damn sexy. Actually the sexiest thing with two legs that he had ever seen.

Ryu felt his throat go very dry.

"Whadya want?" said the annoyed Ichigo.

And to his own surprise, he didn't remember

"Dunno, just wanted to hang out, I guess."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'd like be alone now. Scram."

"Aw, that's mean. What's so important that you don't have time for your beloved friends?"

Ichigo snorted. "Since when do you have the privilege of being called my 'friend'?"

He lost his temper.

"Maybe since one week ago when you fucking sobbed your eyes out on my shirt because you was sexually harassed, or whatever it was that happened!"

The boy glared darkly at him.

"I advise you not to talk about that."

"And why the hell not? Especially since you don't tell me anything about it! In case you don't know, I'm actually worried about you. I don't have a freaking clue why, but I just feel bad when you're not your usual self!"

"Don't be worried about me", Ichigo replied stiffly.

"Well, so damn sorry about that."

"…"

Ryu slowly felt the anger fade away when he looked at his stubborn face.

"So… what are you doing?"

He almost expected him to slam the door into his face and never talk to him again.

Surprisingly enough, it never happened. Ichigo just ran a hand a hand through his still dripping hair, setting Ryu in a dazed state of happiness with his godlike looks.

He was so gorgeous…

If he got thrown out again, maybe he'd make his butler call for a private helicopter, kidnap Pink Hair-chan and flee to China?

"Whatever. If you wanna go inside, just hurry up, 'cause this door is gonna close in five seconds." So Ryu quickly slinked past her, into the room. "In case you wanna know, I'm cutting my hair."

It was amazingly clean there, considering the fact that two certain guys, including himself, had been thrown around in there after a few calculating shadow attacks.

"Cutting your hair? Why?"

"Three words. Photo Shoot Tomorrow. I want the meal tickets."

"Oh."

After that, the cute boy pulled a pair of scissors out of his pocket.

"Be sure to put at least one and a half meter between you and me."

"Why?"

"It's fine with me, but I don't think you want pink, fluffy hair all over your precious shirt when I work my magic."

"Does it really fly like that?"

Ichigo smirked. "Wanna see for yourself?"

And then she started.

All Ryu could say was: "Wow."

"Hey, you ruined my shirt!"

"Well, baka-chan, I did warn ya."

"I didn't think you were serious."

"Too bad." She shrugged, admiring herself in the bathroom mirror, while Ryu glared at her.

She liked her new hair; it wasn't too boyish, and not too girlish, kind of messy, but not too messy. Though it was the shortest she had had in years now. It wasn't even as long as to her chin anymore.

Then suddenly interrupting her thoughts, a pair of warm arms wrapped themselves around her.

"You look damn hot like that", the blond boy breathed into her ear.

"I told you to stop it already, idiot-bastard!" said Ichigo dangerously between clenched teeth.

Since she really was growing tired of it all, she aimed for the nuts.

"Ow, what did you do that for?"

"Look, it's your own fault, okay?"

"That's right", a third voice laughed. "You'll only have yourself to blame if you can't get any kids in the future, Ryu-darling. By the way Ichigo-chan, you look absolutely stunning like that."

That's right. Our favourite Kish joined the show!

"Oh, and did I mention, lickable, kissable, huggable and definitely utterly fu-"

"Shut up!"

Two seconds went by, as Kish was flying through the air, out in the cold corridor, before there was a loud, crashing sound.

Not bothering thinking too much about it, Ichigo noticed that her door had turned into wood splinters, with only the hinges still fastened to the wall.

It was the third one this week.

Oh well, she'd just let someone repair it next morning.

But the principal was not going to like it.

Not one bit.

Maybe she'd break a window instead next time?

"Ouch…" Kish whimpered from the outside.

The studio was not very spacey, but there was enough room for a small audience, which in this case was the class. It was high up to the ceiling, something that was needed sometimes to give any kind of shoot or filming a natural feel to it.

The bunch of currently nervously chattering teenagers were slowly silenced by the female photographer they were about to work with, while Daisuku, their substitute teacher surely was lurking somewhere in the shadows behind the stage. It amazed Ichigo to no end how patient the woman was.

"If you all would be so kind and listen, I'd like to say a few words. I'm Zakuro, and I'm one of the people who'll teach you how to please a cameraman and produce good works. The rest will arrive later on."

"Wow, she's hot! Don't you think so, Master?" Shuya whispered in Ichigo's ear, not being bothered about calling the girl 'Master'. "But of course, nothing can beat you, oh Beauty of Beauties", he added hastily.

Ichigo didn't reply, but was thinking that what he said first was true; this woman was indeed sexy, with long silky hair that made the girly part of Ichigo jealous, and a tall slender figure that most females only could dream of.

"Okay, now I'm going to call your names, one by one, and you'll follow one of our kind workers into different dressing rooms, where you will get clothes and make-up. If you have your own ideas, you're welcome to share them with the stylist. Ready? Then, first up: Aizawa!"

A nervous blond boy quickly got to his feet and disappeared through one of the many doors in the back with a thin, African-looking guy.

"Aoyama!"

Masaya rose from his seat with a small smirk playing at his lips.

Eventually, her turn came to go into one of the many rooms with the same man who had led Aizawa before.

She didn't even bother greeting the stylist.

This is business, baby. Those meal tickets WILL be mine!

"May I get free hands, miss?" was the first thing that was said.

Miss Hippo, as Ichigo had decided to call her in her mind (due to a very big nose), just smiled and nodded.

"Whatever you want, sweetie."

Therefore, Ichigo wasted no time, and got to work immediately.

She smirked and shot the imaginary enemy she saw in the mirror.

"Bang!"

Then, after a moment of staring at herself, she added: "It's Showtime, folks!"

"Hey…" Kish said, appearing at Ryu's side. "Wanna go peeping at him when he changes?"

"Yeah, why not?" Ryu shrugged, and smiled evilly.

But of course, they found their selves kicked out before they even got close.

She had chosen to work with mainly colours that could bring out her natural paleness. Also, she had put a lot of effort into making her few boyish features stand out more.

Ichigo knew better than any make-up artist what it was that suited her, how she could transform herself into someone else. That was the reason she'd never let any of them lay one hand on her appearance.

She took a deep breath, inwardly cursing the damn bandages on her chest – they wouldn't let her breath properly. Speaking of bandages, that was also one thing she had chosen to work with. Black bandages, actually, and her arms were all wrapped in them. Other than that, she was wearing black pants and a loose, black t-shirt.

Then she stepped back into the studio, pale in all the black, pink bangs hanging down over her eyes, making her look extremely dangerous. At first, she had wanted to add some fake blood too, but realized that it probably wouldn't be liked by the Daisuku, because that teacher was a boring asshole.

A collective gasp was heard.

Then there was a collective nosebleed. Two guys fainted from major blood loss, and were brought to the hospital later on.

Zakuro just smiled. "Right on time, dude", she said, completely unaffected. After all, she had seen it all before. "The stage is yours."

"Sensei. I- I h-have a problem", one of the pupils gulped at the sight of Ichigo's seductive new self.

"Me too", Shuya said happily.

"Me too" a third one added.

"Oh, really", their substitute teacher said dryly.

"Bathroom!" a chorus of voices screeched, before rushing towards the exit.

Those who still were there, were that creepy Masaya and Shuya, who told her that he wouldn't miss it for anything in the world.

She stuck her tongue out at the first mentioned.

He just raised one eyebrow.

Ah, what the Hell? I just don't care. FUCK HIM, I AM going to get MY meal tickets, no matter if there a freaky pervert staring at me a little!

With that thought, she placed herself in a striking pose, and smiled challenging.

"Good! Stay like that."

"Ah, shut up!" Kish screeched at the breakfast table, frantically clutching his ears. "I've got a fucking head ache here!"

He was right, it was damn noisy there.

It was the excitement from the day before that remained.

And this was the one and only time Ichigo had ever placed herself at his side of free will. She'd never do it again. So far, he had tried to lick her three times, hug her about seven times, and kiss her eleven times. Put it all together, and he had earned twenty-one punches. The only reason he hadn't got them yet was that Ichigo didn't want to ruin her breakfast, but he'd pay, that was for sure!

"Do I need to remind you of how considerate people were when I got a head ache her one my first day here?" she asked, munching happily on a cheese bagel.

"Whatever! At least make me stop thinking about yesterday, please? You snatched my meal tickets! (And I couldn't even see how you made it.) How mean!"

That's right; he and Ryu had both missed her performance, since the got lost in the many dark corridors that led to nearly sixty different dressing rooms. That was what they got for peeping.

"Sure!" Ichigo smiled cheekily.

She pressed the half eaten bagel into Kish's face.

Everything was still for three minutes. Then he got a look of utter horror.

Ichigo burst out laughing, as his face slowly turned white.

After five more minutes, the green haired boy let out a high pitched scream, which made the rest of the guys present join the girl in her hysterical laughter.

A/N: Done.

Guess what? I wrote three out of four parts of this chapter on a rainy day. / Because I was BORED. (sniffs) And I don't like it very much. Boring chapter. T.T (sighs)

Next Chappie:

Features a jealous Ryu and some of Masaya's supernatural powers.

And will Ichigo be found out?

…

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