Weakness

Ch.5

Wow, we've come a LOOONG WAY! It's so wonderful! Chapter five being posted and all...I know i know..i didn't wait...but that's cause I can't sleep anymore...It's so sad...i'm now an insomniac! (sob) i'm very sad...but i'm glad i got to write more for you! (Titter Titter) Hmm...So, umm enjoy!Haha...i'm such a hopeless cause...
OOO yah... i can't start without the disclaimer...which i might have forgotten last time...

Tokyo Mew Mew is property of Mia Ikumi and Reiko Yoshida.

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"I don't get it…" a weak voice murmured, through a thick layer of blankets, sheets and pillows. "It's just not fair. Did he suddenly get bored of me? Am I…not good enough? He knows…I know it…He knows I wasn't…I…love him to much…so…so why?" she asked out loud as she hugged her pillow tightly. Her maroon locks, ratted and unkempt. She had been crying for more than half the night.

She shook, sobbing into her pillow once more…she couldn't take this pain…this heartache. It was unlike she had ever felt before…but she should have seen it coming…all the signs were there, she had only been in denial. It wasn't fair! It wasn't right! He had suddenly hated her, without any warning without any actual clues…only changes in behavior and usual glances other places…but still…why her?

A knocking came on the door, her phone rang as well, but she made no effort to answer to, or pick up her phone…life…just wasn't worth living if she would be haunted by this each day. She found a bit of happiness in her tears, holding onto the pillow…as if he were still there….but she knew he wasn't…and he never would be again.

She pulled the blankets tighter, crying harder and wondering even more why she was such an idiot…she hadn't even heard the window open…not that it was needed to be open for such a person to visit.

"Koneko-chan, I came to play. Is there no welcome for your admirer from galaxies away?" he asked in his sly voice, prodding the blankets and threatening to pull them off of the pretty girl, who hid from him.

"C'mon out!" he said softly, pulling the first layer of blankets off of her…when from within he heard a quiet voice,

"K…Kisshu?" her voice rang out in alarm, the blankets flew every-which way and her arms found their way around his torso.

A laugh escaped him and he said "I knew you'd be happy to see me! Wh…what's this? Koneko-chan! You're crying…" he said, pulling away and wiping a few of her tears away, he licked them off of his finger and looked at her seriously for a moment.

"Kisshu…it's awful…he's gone…and broken my heart…I don't know…what to do…" her voice was shaky and her words, broken.

Such torment brought anguish to Kisshu's heart and soul. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as he teleported out onto the roof. "That nasty boy. I knew he was trouble…Deep blue was after the world…but I knew his human form was after your heart." He ran his fingers through her hair, twisting his fingers when they got snagged on knots, where he would unravel them and continue on.

"Poor Koneko-chan…" he crooned. "I'm here now." He thought about Masaya and his blood boiled…it was one thing for him to steal Ichigo away from him, but it was another to break her heart. He would have made her happy…if she had chosen him. He would have loved her forever…and he still did…and now that she was unhappy, Kisshu was as well. For this, Masaya would pay…dearly.

"Koneko-chan…" he said softly. His golden eyes flicked to her cellphone as it bored on, the music rang, but the girl in his arms made no move to touch it. The object intrigued him, he remembered the last time she had used it…but he still had no idea what it was.

For a moment, he stared at the object, trying to comfort her. As the song died out…a quiet beeping began…he found it boring after that and gave a smile…this time, Ichigo was the one begging for attention, and he would gladly give it.

He hesitated…his fingers rested on the computer keyboard…he wondered if he should contact Masha. He wished to see Ichigo, he wished to know if she was all right…and she was only a computer program away… instead, he picked up his phone and hit speed dial, never before had he used this…but now it was time… He held the phone up to his ear…there were several rings…and then at last…

"Hi! This is Ichigo—"

"Ichigo!"

"—I'm not here right now, so leave your number and your name and I'll call you back!"

His countenance fell… As the beep sounded, he said "Ichigo, I…I'm worried about you…when you get this message, umm…please, call me…or..come to work! Or…something…okay?" he then dropped his phone and turned it off…

He ran a hand through his hair, clenching his teeth...and hoping Masaya was dead by now…he hit himself in the head for thinking such inhumane thoughts…he was sure Keiichiro had let him out already…

"what is it this time Ryou?"

Ryou jumped, looking back at Keiichiro… "Nothing…" he said softly, his eyes trailing to the ground…

"It's about…Ichigo…Isn't it?"

The slender young woman started towards the fridge, holding a bucket full of cream and a bowl full of fruit. Her eyes filled with weariness and her lips formed a thin line. Why was it, she was doing so much work lately? Ichigo had not come to work and then Pudding had gone home. Mint had been absolutely no help at all, considering the fact that she was out of it all day. She didn't even want to think about lettuce…just thinking about the crash of cups and plates shattering on the marble floor, gave her a headache.

Placing the bucket of cream on the floor, and the fruit on that, she turned to the fridge door. It hadn't been opened for several hours, and Ryou had forbidden anyone to do so. She placed her hands on the cold safe-like door. She paused. Taking in a slow breath, she turned the wheel. A clicking sound came from within the door…she turned it right, left and right again. A quick tug jarred it free and she let the door swing open. As she did so, something large and cold, fell from inside the fridge.

Zakuro jumped, catching the figure and knelt, cradling the weak body in her arms…it was …Masaya! Battered, bruised and shivering from cold. His eyes were glazed and his lips a purplish color, blood stained a small stream on the corner of his lips.

"M…Masaya?" she said in alarm, sitting him up and looking around for a blanket or something, but of course, in the kitchen there…was none. "What happened to you?" she asked in a coarse voice, she had an idea of what happened…and it had something to do with the boy who lived upstairs… With nothing to lose, she moved him from the fridge's doorway and pushed it shut. She then knelt beside him and began rubbing his arms "Wake up." She muttered as she slapped his cheeks gently. "Wake up…." Her eyes rested on his face and she wiped the blood off of him with her apron.

He began to stir, closing his eyes tightly, in obvious pain and no doubt, suffering from cold. "Masaya?" the voice had a familiar ring to it and he looked up weakly at Zakuro. "Za…kuro?" he said as his teeth began to chatter, he pulled himself painfully to a sitting position and he looked at her in disbelief. After a moment of staring at her exquisite features, he weakened and leaned forward. He leaned against her torso and held her, warming himself and also letting her know once more, the feelings in his heart.

"Masaya…" the voice began, but he didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to hear how much she hated him, nor how often she wanted him dead.

"Please…" he whispered "Grant me a few minutes…just a few minutes…please…" He felt her resistance cease, but her silence continued.

His head rested on her shoulder and he whispered "thank you…if you hadn't opened the door when you did, I probably would have died of cold…" his grip tightened around her waist. It felt just right, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. "I'm a coward. I knew I'd never have the courage to tell you face to face…but now, there's really no reason to hide it…I love you Zakuro…I have for quite some time…I…"

"Shh. Save your strength." The voice came back, cold, ruthless…but softer than before. She nearly crooned, though it was probably more from pity than flattery. This was a pitiful sight to begin with, now that he thought about it…it wasn't very smart to cling to her like this. It made him seem…weak… He nodded however, breathing in her scent and taking in every detail of her…how he had longed for a moment such as this…

S-M: Phwee! I'm so happy! So cuute! Soooo cute! Oh No's! > ;; KisshuxIchigo and RyouxIchigo fans will have to fight it out! UAHHh... just...try not to kill eachother...i like my readers...umm yeah, so...TEE HEE! the FLUFF is unbearable! I think Masaya's got a new en-e-my! Buwahahah

JB: shoots self

S-M: o.o;;; uh...yeah..REVIEW! Limits make things go slower...for all you fans that REALLY REALLY REALLY want me to post more, ...we need... three people write EXACTLY this! "SIMPLE-MAGIC NEEDS TO WRITE MORE! OR DIE BY..." and then add the worste thing you can think of. I'll award the winner with recognition! lol... i wanna know who cankill me the worst way! > ;; unless i getAT LEASTthree saying that..then i'll make you wait until thirty three! O.O HOW HORRIBLE!

Anyway...

A message from pudding:
MASAYA IS A LOOGIE-LICKER WHO IS FRIENDS WITH A BOOGERBRAIN-RYOU, WHO IS JEALOUS OF KISSHU'S EXQUISITE GOODLOOKS AND LICKS LOLLIPOPS! Teh teh teh...NA DA NO!

S-M: LOVE YA MUCH! Simple Magic.