Weakness

CH.6

WWEEE! Hallo everyone! > ;;; Well well, we had three contestants, and you were all very good! I'm glad to have died at the hands of master assassins! Buuuut everyone knows there has to be a winner to every competition, and in this case, it's : Super Lucky Tiki Charm Celebrate! Congrat's Super Lucky Tiki Charm! O.O;; I'm sorry, but being strapped to Masaya's bed is scarier than anything I can think off...then again...being strapped to ANY boy's bed would scare the CRAP out of me! haha Anyway! Let's go!

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

A few minutes of staring at a handsome young man, can do a lot to any teenage girl's mind. Holding a handsome young man, can make any teenage girl go insane with strange fuzzy feelings and day-dreams… not many girls can conceal those feelings. However, Zakuro, who had been trained well in hiding her emotions and feelings, sat ridged and erect. Her disposition had been altered slightly and she gently nudged his hair every once in awhile, feeling a strange hot feeling in her blood. She took it as resent and continued to grant him the few minutes he had begged for.

What could be taken as generosity, really was only cruelty. For Zakuro, knowing full well of her beauty, would never allow just any boy to touch her heart. She was much too distant for that. Her knowledge of this, allowed her to easily decieve the hearts of many young boys, without causing her the slightest bit of guilt or pain.

For every paradise, there is a prison, for every dessert, there is an after-taste and for every action, there is a complete and opposite consequence. For this beginning, there was an ending. This, was where Zakuro was to draw the line. "Masaya. Get up, it's time to go home and get cleaned up." Her voice resonated in the kitchen for a moment, then died out as voices filled the café, followed by boisterous laughter. Her eyes narrowed and her arrogant nature told her he had held her much to long.

"Masaya. It's time. I granted you, the wish of your heart, now go. Leave me be." She started once more, but there was yet again, no reply.

Somewhat irritated and a bit confused, Zakuro looked down at the lifeless boy. She reached around and tugged on his hands, which came apart easily and he slid away from her. Her arms caught him before he could hit his head on the marble floor beneath.

His chest rose and fell and his eyes were closed, yet relaxed and his full lips seemed to have regained some color. She blushed slightly, realizing, he had fallen asleep in her arms. Her indigo gaze was caught away as she tried not to think about how bad this would look if someone had come in while she was kneeling here.

She leaned against the drawers next to her, looking down at Masaya Aoyama, he was quite handsome, though his heart did not belong in her hands, nor should it belong anywhere near hers…but he had something about him, something that seemed to call out to her…It made her heart ache and her head spin… she growled dangerously as she looked down at the boy…but he didn't move. He didn't so much as shift positions.

She raised her right hand, holding him with her left and gently, ever so gently, stroked his tanned cheek, causing her heart to beat in an oddly manner… "I hate you Masaya…" she whispered softly "I hate you so much it brings me to tears… so how…how can you make me feel so empty?" she grit her teeth, her shoulders shook with rage "Why? Why? You kissed me once and I swore to never give you any more attention… you did far more damage with that one kiss, than you ever could ever imagine…" She said angrily, hanging her head and resting her forehead on his untidy hair. Hot tears of indignation filled her to the brim and she could only heave thoughts of anger…hate…and the irrepressable feeling in her soul… the one…that haunted her so. The one…that caused her brain to go haywire.

"Precious…it's not your fault, you're a beautiful kitty cat." His eyes glittered and he pulled away from her, gazing into her eyes he could only hope she trusted him. He looked her over contentedly and then said "If I hadn't thought so, I wouldn't be here right now."

He surveyed Ichigo's reaction, which now seemed hurt "Is that all there is to you? Shallow reflections of my pretty face?" her lip quivered and Kisshu felt a bit indignant at her comment.

He watched her lip quiver hesitantly, before he leaned in, kissing her, his hands on either side of her face, sealing off her escape route. His eyes opened and he released her cheeks. Holding her in a kiss, for a moment longer.

What he beheld though, was beyond what he had thought imaginable… She had begun to cry, pulling away from him and slipping in through her window. She closed it behind her and ran to her closet, closing the doors behing her.

Kisshu, bewildered and emotionally damaged, looked into the room. He teleported outside the closet doors. His eyes peering through the cracks in the fold up appendages. "Koneko-chan…you're really hurt…aren't you?" he said in a sad, yet understanding tone… "My dear Koneko-chan…I'll avenge your heart…I swear it." He said in a noble tone. "Because…I love you…" he said, turning his head to see her…but she had hidden herself within the darkness of her closet…and there was no reply. Kisshu bit his lip hesitantly…then an evil smirk appeared on his lips and he teleported away…

Escaping through the back door of the café, A boy with blonde hair and penetrating eyes of crystal-like blue eyes, snuck around the smorgasbord of bushes and flowers. His feet found the pavement and he ran like no other. Holding a tracker in his hand, he saw that Ichigo was still in the same area she had been for the past couple hours. He didn't like this sudden solemnity from her…it wasn't natural.

For a few minutes, he looked around, choosing a distinct course and following it instinctively so he could discover the course to her house.

Upon arriving, he found her parents gone…so, hesitantly…he let himself in.

The house was empty, clean as a hospital room and cutely decorated by Ichigo's mother. He trod carefully, not wanting to scare anyone who might still be in the house. Silently, he found his way to the door, which concealed the maroon haired girl. His hand closed around the cold metal and he began to feel clammy. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The creak it made, caused Ryou to wince…but no reply came…and the familiar chirping of Masha, reached his ears. A light smile met his lips and he walked to the small pink fuzz ball. He touched it softly, before turning towards a loud sniffle behind him. His vision seemed to collide with a pair of closet doors. He scratched his head and sighed… "Ichigo?"

"Go away…" came her reply, rude and hurt.

He walked over to the door and stubbornly pushed them open. "Hey now. Stop this foolishness…" he said quietly. His eyes swept over her, huddled in the corner of the closet. He saw the look in her eyes, emotionless and seemingly…half dead. He really had…stolen her heart away.

Ryou sat down, leaning against the door to his left and looking at her calmly. For a moment their eyes met and he could only think sympathetic thoughts. He then looked down at his hands… "The damage…I have done…is undoable. I wanted to come and beg forgiveness from you Ichigo-san…" he said formally, looking away in disgust at himself. "Since the moment we've met…I've only caused you pain…I'm very sorry." He muttered, dropping his hands to his sides…he looked up at the ceiling…

"Do you…regret meeting me?" her voice, weak and quiet, emerged from the gray darkness and from behind her hands as she covered her facial features.

He looked down at her, then sighed… "I wish I had some remorse…I ruined your life Ichigo…but…strangely enough, I don't. I don't regret…turning you into a cat…calling you heavy…dancing with you at that dance…or lying to you about being named 'alto' as a cat…" he said guiltily. "I, can't call myself a man and I can't say I'm right either…because I'm not a man and most of the things I do are wrong and selfish…" he said quietly.

"You…don't then?" her voice was even softer now.

"Not really…Because, at least I met you…" he said quietly. He then gave a quiet laugh, looking away "When I first met you…I thought "what a dork, can she really be the girl I infected?". I didn't want to work with you, any more than you wanted to work with me. However…slowly, I learned why you were destined for this task…and I'm very glad you were chosen…I don't know what force caused our meeting…but I'm grateful for it…" he brushed some dust off of his pants, absentmindedly.

"…Your eye…" came a quiet moan. "You're…hurt…"

Ryou felt the bruises on his face and gave a slight smile. "A small tribute from a young fool…" he said triumphantly. "Nothing big…" he sat for a moment… then he said… "Masha…"

The small pink blur, rushed over, chirping affectionately. "music please…" he said quietly.

Masha chirped, setting itself down on ichigo's bed, playing music softly.

Ryou outstretched his hand. "Ichigo, how about it?" her silence let him know she had no idea what he wanted her to do…but he continued holding his hand out to her. "Dance with me…the way we did, back then…"

The café doors slid open, the bell tingled…and everyone looked up. "Hello Mew mews…" came the sly voice of the alien…formerly known as Kisshu. "I came here…in search…of…Masaya." He said in a sick kind of way...

S-M: OH KNOWS! This is sooo terrible! Ahh! What's gonna happen? Whooo knows! THIS TIME! The competition is, Who can say the most disgusting line, including the words "Snot, Slime, lips, Masaya,Ryou,Ichigo, Simple-Magic and Shoe!" Tee hee! Good luck! This time, i need four people to post those, until i get them..NO MORE POSTIES FROM MEES! awww how sad...

hehee...i've gotten alot of requests for kisshuxichigo pairing...but alot of RyouxIchigo pairings too...next time i'll start my poll...it just might sway me...JUUUUST MIIIGHT! so...Get your friends in here...and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

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