Bubbles

Chapter 6: …Lettuce and Keiichiro?


(Note: Starts with Ryou and Ichigo. From their point of view.)

Ichigo blushed at what Ryou had said. He called her strawberry, but left out the baka. He was so different. Ichigo sat mulling this over when she heard someone cry out.

Keiichiro ran out of the kitchen saying something about a towel. When he went back in Ichigo went over to spy on him.

"What are you looking at?" Ichigo turned around and shushed Ryou. Ryou shrugged and looked over her shoulder.

"Let me help you get cleaned up." That was Keiichiro. 'I bet he would make a great dad.' Ichigo mused.

"There we go. All clean. Lettuce? What's wrong?" Ichigo looked harder and saw a red crying Lettuce. She felt Ryou look in as well.

"Nothing." Ryou sighed. 'Nothing always means something.' Keiichiro always says. 'It feels better if you tell someone.'

"Lettuce, I have taken care of Ryou. I know that nothing means something. It always feels better after you tell someone." Ryou almost laughed. He was thinking the same thing. Ichigo punched him on the arm.

"Well, I'm a screw up. Everyone says so. But…"

Ichigo and Ryou looked at each other. "But what?" They both said silently.

"Keiichiro…I love you." Ryou and Ichigo's mouthes dropped to the floor. They waited to hear his response.

"I'm sorry…I can't…" "I know. I was foolish to think otherwise, Arigato." Ichigo and Ryou let out silent screams as Lettuce started to walk towards them.

"Lettuce. I can't help with the screwing up part. But the second part I can help." Ryou and Ichigo watched as Keiichiro kissed Lettuce. The door then decided to be a bitch and opened, spilling the two spys onto the floor. Lettuce and Keiichiro broke apart and stared at the two on the floor.

"Wha…What are you guys doing here!" Lettuce gulped nervously, her face beet red. Ryou and Ichigo scrambled to their feet. Ichigo laughed nervously whilst Ryou glared at Keiichiro.

"She's too young for you." He said simply, pointing to Lettuce. Keiichiro thought a moment then smiled.

"Yes, but isn't Miss Momomiya young as well?" he said, his head cocked in a slight dog-like manner. As if trying to read a book with no words.

"…No. Not as big a diffrence as you guys. Ichigo's 13 and I'm 16. Lettuce is 14 and you are 22. Three years to eight. Not a very good comparison." Ryou scoffed, pulling Ichigo protectively closer.

"I see. Well, we can always wait until you are 16." Keiichiro said to Lettuce. Ryou rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine with it. Just don't suck face in public. That is a no-no with your giant age diffrence." Ichigo said positively. Ryou stared at her.

"What? You don't care?" Lettuce and Keiichiro said simultaneously. They both blushed a little at the fact they were in sync.

"Nope. Neither does Ryou. Right?" Ichigo said, draping her arms around him.

"Guess not…Hey where are Zakuro, Minto and Purin?" Ryou remarked, noticing the eerie silence.

Keiichiro looked around the dining room. "Not in here…wonder if they ever even came to work."

Ryou sighed, and Ichigo giggled. Ryou looked down at Ichigo. "What's so funny?"

"Mint is at her Japanese dancing class, Zakuro's at a photo shoot and Purin's on the roof." Ryou looked out the window as the monkey mew mew jumped on and of of the roof. He smiled and ruffled Ichigo's hair.

"Wait here. I have something for you." He whispered, letting go of her. He walked out of the room quietly. Ichigo wondered what it was and Keiichiro was getting his keys to drive Lettuce home.


NOTE: What could Ryou have? Believe me, it's gonna be ironic. Seriously. If you read the first two chapters you already know somewhat. Not the details of course. The general idea.