AUTHORS NOTE: Back again! Been a few days but I haven't been on the computer, so I started typing when I got home. Third chapter! It's probably a bit longer than the rest, but I felt in a kind of mushy mood, so sorry if it's just fluff for most of this chapter. Thank you for all the awesome people that reviewed and gave me feedback and ideas! If anyone has any idea's concerning Kish and his plan, please tell me, because it's in the hazy stage at the moment. :D Once again, thank you, and please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not, and I repeat, NOT own Tokyo Mew Mew or any of the characters!
Chapter 3 - Stuck In My Head
By Brown-eyed Wolf
Ichigo walked home, clenching the script in her fist, and disappointed that her first real kiss was ruined because of a fire. How on earth did a fire start in the middle of the gym anyway? It doesn't make sense. She tried to get rid of the bitterness she felt, and told herself that the kiss would have to come sooner or later, hopefully sooner. That cheered her up to a certain degree, and she wasn't totally depressed when she walked into her home. She had to dump her back and books, and then walk down to the cafe, she was working today. Although she wasn't in the mood to face Ryou, the money was enticing. She opened her bedroom door and placed her bag on the chair beside her desk, and the script that was a little crumpled, on her bed.
Ichigo shrieked when she turned around because she was faced with golden eyes right near her face.
"Kish!" She stumbled back, taking deep breaths to get over the fright. "What are you doing?"
He laughed pleasantly at her shocked appearance, "Just thought I'd visit my favourite kitten. How's the practising?" His smirk was more prominent than usual.
"Just leave me alone, I need to go." She headed for the door, but her path was once again obstructed by the alien, he was leaning casually on her bedroom door, looking as relaxed as can be.
"Oh I don't think so kitty-cat. We haven't rehearsed yet." The evil glint in his eye was too bright for him to be just teasing her, and she knew that. She wouldn't be escaping anytime soon, and she cursed the alien under her breath, silently fuming again that she would be made late to work.
She stood there, glaring at him with annoyance and frustration which only seemed to make him smirk all the more. Neither uttered another word, and Ichigo's chest tightened as her imagination ran wild with pictures of what Kish would force upon her, the pendant, that was forever with her, radiated in her pocket, a comfort when faced with Kish. Although she felt safe when transformed, sometimes it was simply quicker to subject herself to his perverted kisses and teasing. However that didn't mean she didn't long to teach him a lesson extremely often, some pay-back for her torture. She resented the fact that simply the idea of kissing Masaya had her mind conjuring up images of the alien presented before her, of his lips on hers.
She shook her head in an unsuccessful attempt to rid her mind of the infuriating images, trying to focus, but it was useless, as she had feared. He had penetrated her mind now, sneaking under her strong defences and festering and growing in the centre of her thoughts.
She broke the long silence in which Kish's uncomfortable gaze was focused on her. "I have work so leave." She pointed out the window. "Now."
This set him grinning again, "You want me to leave so soon?" He faked sadness, "I'll start to think you don't like me kitten. I might just have to convince you otherwise." This frightened Ichigo, and her heart pounded in her chest.
He closed the distance between them in a few strides until he stood over her. His hands rose fluidly from his sides as he cradled Ichigo's face gently, carefully, like she might break at any moment. Ichigo stood remarkably still, avoiding his eyes, and trying desperately to calm down. It will be over in moments and I can leave. But really it wasn't what Kish was going to do that had her scared, it was the aftermath that she would receive. After he was long gone, and she was alone with her thoughts, the certainty that his face and voice is what she would relive, what she wouldn't be able to remove from her mind. That was what she feared most of all.
Her body went rigidly still as his lips came down on hers, and she dreaded when he would leave, because that's when it would start. Squeezing her eyes shut, she stayed deathly still, which was increasingly difficult as Kish took advantage of her passive resistance. His hand weaved through her hair, and his body pressed to hers. It was when his mouth forced Ichigo's own open that she could not just try to ignore him. She reacted, and her hands pushed on his chest hard as her mouth ripped away from his. She gulped down air as she moved as far away from him as she could in the small cramped room.
"Get. . . Get out." She said, her voice soft from the need for oxygen.
Kish was more elated that she had ever seen him. "Certainly kitten, I got what I came for. Perfect acting also," he winked, "I almost couldn't tell you enjoyed it, almost."
She let out an angry huff of air, "What do you mean I enjoyed it?!"
He just smirked with that evil glint of his, "Goodbye for now kitten, keep on practising. You are meant to love me, remember."
She was unable to form a sentence before he disappeared before her, leaving her staring around her room blankly. Ichigo checked the clock and sprinted out the door in shock, she was already ten minutes late. Damn Kish! She cursed silently as she ran, running as much to the cafe as she was away from her thoughts.
Another rehearsal was on the following morning, and Ichigo was determined not to be late for that, she had already received a scolding from Ryou when she walked into the cafe yesterday, and she didn't feel in any kind of mood for another. She arose early, dazedly dressing in her uniform, and gazing out at the early morn. It was beautiful, she must admit, the small beads of dew hung on the leaves in glistening beauty. She sighed, heading to school when there was still a slight chill on the air, making her wrap her arms around herself as she walked briskly. She was still not quite awake, and her mind drifted along with the chilling wind, coming to rest on the person she did not want to think about, Kish.
Why can't I get him out of my head? Has she done something to me? Ichigo wondered angrily, because she was in no way possibly considering any other option that might lead to thoughts of her even remotely liking Kish. He did something, I'm sure of it.
The gym was empty when she arrived, well she thought it was. Kish was actually hovering overhead, happy with the mayhem which would most certainly unveil in the rehearsal today. A remarkably brilliant, yet deceptively simple plan had been sown the moment he had seen the script in his kitten's hands. It was also the reason he ventured in her room those frequent times, and stole her script in the dead of night when she was surely asleep. Masaya, that weak little human, would not be Ichigo's prince, not while he had a breath left. It was simply a picture of taking Masaya out of action, to easy for words. Of course Kish had forbade himself from killing him, he knew Ichigo would not perform while he was dead, or even grievously maimed, so he had to work with the constraints of miner injury. Something slightly harder to manipulate.
He heard the moment Ichigo entered, and was incredibly tempted to go down to her, but he restrained himself, she mustn't know it was his doing for the second part of his plan to succeed without complications. He was immensely satisfied that he did not interrupt her, for hearing her grievance that had her troubled that morning proved gratifying.
She was talking to herself, venting, about him. "What did he do to me? I never thought about him this much before, and now he's all I can think about. Oh, that infuriating Kish!"
With a happy smirk he settled down in the beams above the gymnasium to watch the show, and would it be a show that day.
Chapter Finished! Wooooh! :D Starting Chapter 4 straight away! :) Hope you liked that one, and if you have any suggestions, my ears are open, or actually my eyes, but you know what I mean. :P
Later readers!
From the Brown-eyed Wolf
*HOWLING because its my thing* (I'm trademarking it in my mind because I can :D )
