A/N: Hello everyone! Smurf here with a brand new story! I fully intended this to be a one-shot, but I guess this will have chapters to it. My story had other plans. This is an AU story, so the Mew Mew thing never happened. As of right now, the story has a strong "T" rating for language, but I am thinking of maybe writing another lemon. It's not decided yet. I have to see how my story goes first. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew. Tokyo Mew Mew is owned by Ikumi Mia and Yoshida Reiko.

Chance Encounter

Chapter One- The Day I Met Him

When I arrived in Tokyo with my parents, this is not what I was expecting. I was sitting on my butt in the middle of the sidewalk, with passers-by laughing at me. My face was beet red and across from me was a guy. The guy across from me had bumped into me while I was walking around. It was his fault I was sitting on my ass on the dirty sidewalk.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

He stood and extended his hand to help me up. I ignored it and stood on my own. I heard him snort and his hand withdrew to his pocket. He opened his mouth to say something else, but I pushed past him. I was pissed. I was wearing my new white shorts, and now there was dirt and mud all over them because of that stupid idiot!

I could hear him behind me, yelling for me to stop. But, I kept walking, hoping that I would lose him in the crowd of people.

"Hey, you! Girl!" I heard him yelling.

You and girl seemed to be all he could call me. After all, he didn't know my name. He didn't know me at all. But no matter what I did, I could not shake him. He was annoying me to no end. Finally, I got fed up with him following me around.

"What do you want?" I literally growled at him.

He stopped and stood a few feet away. His eyes seemed to pierce my soul, but I ignored the feeling. We stood staring at each other, and I was getting the feeling that he was sizing me up. And frankly, it was pissing me off. I was already pissed off because he had bumped into me, and now he was sizing me up, almost like he was trying to pick a fight with me. With a huff, I turned around and walked away.

"Hey! Wait!" I heard him yell.

I broke into a run. I wasn't about to let him catch me. I didn't want to deal with him anymore. I found myself wondering if all people in Tokyo were jackasses like this jerk. I was weaving in and out of people, but I could still hear him behind me. He was slightly taller than me, so he was able to keep up.

At the last minute I turned down an alleyway, and after a couple seconds, it was clear he didn't know I turned. Good. He was a jerk. I slowed to a walk, and I eventually stopped, clutching the stich in my side. I hadn't run like that in years, considering that I always skipped PE in school.

I stood in the alleyway for a couple more minutes before I headed back to a main road. I had to get home and unpack my stuff. I had just exited the alley when I saw him. He was leaning up against the wall, almost like he knew where I was. And judging by that damn smirk on his face, he knew where I was this entire time. Shit.

"Why did you run from me?" he asked, innocently.

I considered yelling for help, but he hadn't done anything yet. He hadn't threatened me and he didn't do anything to harm me. So, I scratched that plan. The only thing I could do was continue to ignore him. I decided on that plan, and if he gets violent, then I will call for help. That was the only plan I had.

I turned away from him and started to walk home. He started to follow me, and that was when I knew I was in trouble. What if he was a rapist or serial killer? I was leading him right to my house where he could rape me and my mom and then kill my family. I glanced back at him, but he didn't seem that way. I mean, it was a little creepy that he was following me, but he didn't look like a bad guy. But sometimes, the bad guys didn't look evil.

We reached the residential streets and he hadn't said anything. He just merely followed me. I didn't know what his problem was, so I stopped and face him. He stopped a few feet away again and just looked at me.

"Why are you following me?" I asked, slightly pissed off.

"Why did you run from me?" he countered.

What the hell was this guy's problem? Why did he have to be like that? I let out a frustrated sigh and turned away from him. I heard him chuckle behind me. Great. Now, he is making fun of me. I turned to face him again, my hands on my hips.

"Just leave me alone!" I said.

I turned around and started to run away from him.

"Wait!" I heard him call out. "What's your name?"

I stopped and faced him.

"What? What did you just say?"

"I asked your name," he said.

"Why do you wanna know my name?" I asked.

He hesitated for a few moments, and I was growing impatient.

"Well, I bumped into you. I was following you because I wanted to make sure you were okay. But, you wouldn't let me ask you. I didn't mean to ask you for your name. It just slipped out. I would like to know it if you are willing to tell me."

He seemed hopeful, and my earlier feelings toward him diminished. It was probably the wrong thing to do since he might decide to attack me, but I didn't feel any hostile feelings from him.

"Momomiya Ichigo. My name is Momomiya Ichigo," I said. "What's yours?"

"Shirogane Ryou," he answered, a smile spreading across his face.

A/N: Well, what did you think? It's not my best work, but I am going off what I had thought up for the summery. This chapter is rather short, but I promise the next chapters will be longer, and I will try to do regular updates. But, I do work a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean close to 100 hours a week. My bank account loves the money, but my body hates it. Anyways, read and review! Remember, constructive criticism is welcome, but please no flames. See you in the next chapter!