Okay, I was planning to leave this one for another chapter, but I honestly couldn't help myself. Enjoy!

P.S. You may have noticed some OCs in this one. Don't worry, I hate OCs too and they won't be in the story much. I just felt that they were necessary as the story gets more complicated here.


One week. That's how long it had been since Ichigo had stepped foot on Earth. Funny to think that she'd never left it for the first thirteen years of her life. It seemed so distant, like a dream.

She and Kisshu had been growing closer over the past few days. That certainly wasn't something she had thought she'd ever think.

Ichigo was also more used to her new alien clothes. She couldn't imagine wearing jeans right now. So uncomfortable. How could she have liked them when she was a human? Weird.

How quickly she had come to identify as an alien. Classifying the humans as 'weird' and the aliens as 'normal'. It took more and more effort each day to remind herself that she wasn't like them. She wasn't like anyone, not anymore. Even when she had been changed into a Mew, she had people fighting by her side. She missed that.

No time to dwell on that. Hand-to-hand combat was what Kisshu was teaching her today. Why she needed to learn fighting was beyond her, but when you hadn't a friend in the world, (sorry, worlds), she figured it couldn't hurt.

"Ichigo!" Kisshu said as she entered the training room. "You're early. I don't supposed you just wanted to see me?" He raised his eyebrows mock-flirtatiously.

"You wish, moron." She replied back. They had been interacting like this for days. Ever since that moment they'd had over on the ocean, she hadn't known how to act. Kisshu teasing and Ichigo brushing him off just came naturally to both of them. She wished they could just have a sincere conversation, but if Ichigo got everything she wished for then she wouldn't be there.

"What's up first?" Ichigo asked.

"This." Kisshu rushed her, knocking her onto the mat behind her that Ichigo hadn't noticed when she'd walked in. He landed on top of her.

"Oof." Ichigo grunted. "What was that for?"

Kisshu had landed on top of her. "Surprise attacks. You need to be able to defend against them. Besides, I like the ending position." he smiled suggestively.

Ichigo groaned and pushed him off to the side. He almost looked disappointed, and Ichigo felt bad before he smiled.

"Worth a shot." Kisshu said, and shrugged. "Anyway, the most important part is-" he was cut off by a knock at the door.

It was followed by three aliens whom Ichigo had never met. The first one smiled at her, before turning to Kisshu.

"Kisshu! Mon ami, It has been too long!" He said, with an obviously French accent. He glanced surreptitiously at Ichigo before looking away and saying quietly. "Elle est d'accord avec ça, alors? C'est bizarre, je-"

"Je ne l'ai pas encore dit ! Et toi, tu ne vas pas non plus. Tôt." Kisshu responded furiously.

Ichigo was at a loss. "You speak French?" she asked Kisshu surprised.

"It's one of my many talents." He said with a wink, but his heart wasn't in it. It looked like something was bothering him. Ichigo dismissed it.

She looked at the other aliens. One was a shy looking girl, about Ichigo's age. She had her hair tied back in pigtails with those iconic alien bonds. Ichigo had refused to wear them, though her hair fell in her eyes she saw it as a statement saying that she was not fully alien.

The other alien was tall and looked around Pai's age, same as the French one from before. He had a humorous look to his eyes but at the same time, distant. He looked guilty about something.

"Ichigo, this is Lucien," Kisshu said, waving a hand at the French alien. "Maria and Thaddeus." All of his good humor from before was gone. Something was definitely bothering him.

"I suggest we seek another place where we can sit down and… talk." Thaddeus said.


"I've heard that you've been teaching Ichigo." Thaddeus noted. Kisshu had never liked Thaddeus. Way too serious. Thaddeus had always seemed to have it out for Kisshu as well, though he had no idea why.

"Have you deciphered any more of it?" Thaddeus inquired.

"Deciphered any more of what?" Ichigo asked, confusion clear on her face. Kisshu didn't have any doubt that this conversation would end badly for him. Still, though, he tried.

"Now, I don't think we need to-" He said, frantically trying to think of a way to end this before it begun.

"Nom de Dieu ! Elle va le savoir tôt. Pourquoi s'embêter?" Lucien interjected him. Christ! She will know soon. Why bother?

Why bother? Kisshu was bothering because for the first time, Ichigo was finally opening up to him. She finally had a reason to trust him, and this would blow that all away.

Even so. Living a lie was draining on him. Seeing Ichigo look at him, not knowing the part that he played, that he had in orchestrating this mess.

He could do it, he supposed. He could continue to lie to her. But at what cost?

With a heavy heart, he relented. "Tell her."

He savoured the look on Ichigo's face. The last time she would look at him with what could be called a smile. "No!" he almost yelled. He'd thought he would have more time…

Of course, Thaddeus was carrying the scroll on him. The prophecy, told by The Ancient One. The prophecy with Ichigo in it. Thaddeus cleared his throat and began to speak.

First, the lover from afar, hidden beneath a cover of deceit

Second, the third roseate arrow, hands over heartbeat

Sans caution, sans care, give in to inhumanity and appetency

Let ne'er asunder, for fate of us all, until expiry

Let ne'er the danger triumph, together forfend

Until the rift between barriers and hearts amend

A choice to give or take, a choice to end or grow

A world hanging in immortalised hands, a debt to eternally owe

Forever grow in strength, until their forever vale

Once again home, though many shalt bewail

Kisshu watched Ichigo's features slowly deflate as Thaddeus's grating voice echoed around the large room. Maria cringed backward.

As soon as he was finished, everyone looked up at Ichigo, anticipating her reaction.

She wrinkled her nose. "What the hell does that mean?"

Thaddeus responded immediately. "The third roseate arrow. Your last name, broken in half - Momo and Miya. Momo means peach and Miya means three arrows. Roseate is an uncommon synonym for peach, the color. The hands over heartbeat part likely means that you're concealing something. I don't suppose you could give us any hints?" He looked at her hopefully.

Ichigo still looked shocked. "Um… No. I don't believe I can."

"The first line we cannot figure out yet, though we have reason to believe that whoever it prophesises is in this dimension."

Understanding dawned on Ichigo's face, followed by lethal rage.

"So you're telling me that, just because my last name was deciphered in some stupid Rube Goldberg reasoning, you turned me into an alien, ripped me from my dimension - and for what, exactly? To bridge some rift between barriers and hearts that sounds like it was made up for the next book of Game of Thrones?"

Thaddeus, not understanding the threat behind her words, spoke up. "Actually, the reasoning isn't that ludicrous. Many prophecies are words in such a way in order to prevent-"

"Wait a minute…" Ichigo said, ignoring him. Thaddeus's voice died out. Ichigo turned on Kisshu. "You knew!"

This was the moment he'd been dreading.

"So… what? That was a lie? When you told me you had nothing to do with by being turned. "It was all Pai and Taruto" I think I recall you saying?" Her eyes were dark and focused on his.

Each word struck Kisshu like a physical blow. How could he answer this?

There was no need. Ichigo didn't give him time to stutter out a feeble excuse to bring more shame on himself. She stalked out of the room, leaving only silence and regret.


"Ma chère? May I come in?" Ichigo heard the silky voice of Lucien through her doorway. She was tempted to slide a chair under the doorknob, but she decided not to, realizing that that would be childish.

Lucien opened the door and paused when he saw the state of the room. Most of the furniture was broken, and Ichigo had made sure that everything was in the wrong place. If you're going to have a temper tantrum, you might as well do it right. At least she was finally figuring out her "potential", or whatever it was that Kisshu had wanted her to do.

She scoffed. Kisshu. She had thought that he wanted to help her. Now she knew - he just wanted her to play her part in this stupid prophecy.

"I came here to talk about the prophecy." Lucien said. Damn.

"Look, Lucien, I really don't want to be rude-"

"I don't think that you especially care." Lucien replied, before sitting down.

"Okay, fine, maybe I do want to be rude. But, to be fair-"

"I think," he continued, as if he hadn't heard me, "That you're hurt, and you're lashing out as the person closest to you."

"Okay, that's total-"

"I think," he interrupted her again, "That you have people who care for you, and you're looking for things to be angry about."

"You took me from the people who care for me!" Ichigo screamed, not caring how it looked. "You took everything from me!"

"I was not talking about your friends back on Earth."

Lucien paused, sensing that he was not going to get anywhere. "The prophecy." He changed the subject abruptly.

Ichigo was glad, she could not stand to hear another word about lying, scheming Kisshu.

"Do you understand what it means?" He asked. Ichigo shook her head.

Lucien sighed and stood up to start pacing. "Haven't you ever wondered why Pai, Kisshu and Taruto were sent to Earth?" He asked, rhetorically. "There was once a lowly alien named Abaya." The name sent a ripple through the energy of the room, a presence Ichigo was now used to. She could have sworn that Lucien's hand shook, as if saying that name caused him pain.

"He lived in the villages with the other poorer people, who the royals would come and torment. Frequently." Lucien seemed sad when he said this, as if he had experience with it.

"But Abaya was not content to live like this, so one day, he went and challenged the king's son to a duel. Winning this duel would give him immense wealth, which he planned to use to help his people.

"The king's son could have laughed in his face and had him executed, Abaya had no rights, but he was intrigued." Lucien shook his head.

"The king's son took Abaya in, trained him, befriended him. Everyone knew the story of the young pauper who rose to riches.

"Abaya had never known his parents, no-one ever knew where his unusual powers had come from. But, one day, when he and the king's son were duelling, Abaya sucked out his magic. Then, while the king's son was helpless, Abaya killed him as revenge for what he had done to Abaya's people.

"Abaya then went on to slaughter the entire royal family, taking their magic as his own. By the time he decapitated the pleading king, Abaya was so drunk on power that he forgot about his people. He took over our world, and all aliens have been suffering under his iron fist for so long… too long.

"So when we found Earth, with its freedom and natural resources, we knew it would be perfect. We had lived so miserably for so long, we didn't care.

"But then, The Ancient One had this prophecy. Just think, if we could get rid of Abaya, we wouldn't need Earth. Everyone would be happy."

Lucien leaned forward and kissed Ichigo's cheek, rising to his feet.

"Give him another chance, ma chère. He made a mistake. Don't blame him forever." Lucien said, before exiting through the door, leaving Ichigo more confused than ever.


"I've got a lock on her!" Ryou heard Keiichiro called excitedly from behind him. It had been a week since Ichigo had disappeared, and neither of them had wasted a second. Ryou was on his third cup of coffee for the day.

He slammed it down and raced over to the computer Keiichiro was working at. A green dot emanated circular signals, indicating that they had managed to get a lock on it. Throughout the week, they had barely gotten glimpses of the aliens' dimension. Now they had a foothold. Something they could hold onto. A beacon of hope.

I'm coming, Ichigo. Ryou thought to himself, standing up. He just hoped that he wasn't too late.


As you can see, this chapter contains some French. As I am working off one and a half years of high school French, the grammar may not be perfect :P If you speak French, please leave me a review or PM me to tell me how to fix mes erreurs.