A/N: Hey everyone! I know it has been sooooo long since I updated, and I'm terribly sorry for that, I had every intention of continuing this story, but the inspiration was lost, and the plot line, out of control, im afraid. I've had this chaper in the works for awhile now, and I'm still unsure If it should fit into the story. Please readers, tell me whether you like it, whether it is in the right direction, for if it is not, I will re-write something else, that will go in a direction that pleases.
I need you help :) Please review, and tell me what you think.
And a great big thank you to all those who reviewed! =) I knew i couldn't leave you hanging like this.
So heres the chapter, whether it is what you want or not, let me know. Hopefully you will enjoy!
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Chapter 6 - Decisions, Decisions
By Brown-eyed Wolf
Her heart raced as her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, Yes, no, yes, maybe, I don't know! She was utterly and amazingly confused as to what she should do, and the arguments in her head were very evenly matched. On one hand: He has been at this for a long time, with his perverted stalking and trickery. Why should I give him the very thing he has stolen from me countless times? It would be like handing money over to a thief. But on the other hand: Kish was very patient today, and didn't press me any further than a true gentleman would. He was an enormous help, and that shouldn't go unpaid.
Kish's eyes were riveted on her, watching Ichigo's porcelain face tense up in concentration. He could almost see the gears turning inside her head, and that was why he had not grown impatient yet. Kish thought today might possibly be the day that she gave him a kiss, of her own free will. Although the stolen kisses were very enjoyable to the alien, they would pale in comparison to the utter delight he would receive should Ichigo kiss him. Her heart rate was spiking even further as she let her mind think through the suggestion.
After what seemed like an eternity to Kish, she breathed a big breath, and looked him directly in the eye, obviously she had made a decision.
"Kish. . ." She started, looking into his eyes as if to judge any deceit hidden within them, "This is a one time thing, ok?" Her voice was shaky with nerves, and her hands shook just slightly in her lap.
Why does she look so worried? Kish asked himself. It's not like I haven't kissed her before. We aren't exactly strangers to this. Then why is she so worried? It hit him fast, and hard, like someone had just tossed a stone towards his head and it struck its target directly. She hasn't kissed anyone on purpose before. . .
"Kitten," he said, his usual mocking tone now totally gone, replaced with a softer one. "Is this your . . . first real kiss?"
She blushed crimson and averted her eyes. By that simple movement he knew he had hit the mark, touched a nerve. "I. . . why would you . . . how do . . ." She stammered, trying to collect her thoughts.
He regretted asking, for she was more nervous than before, but he had confirmed that he would be her real first kiss, that he would always be remembered by her for that. It made him smile at the thought. Suddenly he had an urge to calm her down. "Shush kitten, don't worry. I'll make it easy, no need to be nervous." He smirked a little, knowing she would forget her nervousness if she were just a little angry.
She glared at him, "I am not nervous." She declared hotly, "Why would I be? You assault me consistently like this! It's not new to me!" Deliberately she laced acid into her tone, trying to use bravado to cover her growing fear.
"Then kitty-cat," Kish said, egging her on, "Show me that I'm wrong. . . if you can." His eyes were alight with hope, and his mouth curved up into a smile, waiting.
She swallowed her pride and let her anger cover her fear of the unknown, leaning forward to Kish. She took a deep breath, not knowing what to think, and went to kiss him. His lips were only inches away, full and enticing, and she cursed herself that she allowed thoughts such as that to enter her mind, she shouldn't think like that. Steadily he was coming closer, and she could imagine the feel of his lips, her heart raced excitedly in her chest, and with a final acknowledgement she said to herself, I will remember this. Now he's only hairs breathe away, almost touching, almost. . .
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Ichigo? What are you doing? Dinner's ready!" Sakura, Ichigo's mother called into her daughter's room with an impatient tone.
Now?! Dinner's ready now?! Whyyyyyyyy???
Ichigo paused and scrunched her eyes up in despair. The timing was extremely off, and awful! But maybe, maybe fate was intervening. Maybe she wasn't meant to kiss Kish at all. Just maybe. Ichigo turned her head from the alien's very handsome face and turned to the door, glaring at it just a little.
"Just practicing my lines mum! I'll be down soon!"
"Ok then, hurry though Ichigo." With that footsteps could be heard moving away and down the stairs, leaving her alone, for the moment at least.
Without looking at him she said in voice she hoped sounded nonchalant, "I have to go, thank you again Kisshu." She started to rise, and leave, but he held her back, obviously not happy with her decision.
"Hold it kitten, you still owe me something." He pulled her back softly and planted a small kiss on her lips, making it deliberately brief, but soft and gentle. His lips brushed hers, his mouth parted slightly as his tongue skimmed her bottom lip. Hopefully if he wasn't as upfront and imposing as usual she wouldn't be so hesitant. He was correct, and she didn't oppose him, nor did she stand as a statue. Ichigo allowed herself some happiness for the duration of the brief kiss, letting her hands slip up to rest on his shoulders as she kissed him back timidly, her mouth moving with his. Surprisingly, it was Kish who broke the kiss.
With a grin that showed the magnitude of his infinite happiness and a nod, he bid his kitten adieu.
"Thank you kitten, I'll see you later."
She was just about to ask him to stay, even if it was against her better reasoning, but he disappeared before her eyes, and her shoulders drooped at the realisation. He was gone, and she felt saddened because of it. That wasn't right, she shouldn't feel like that. What is going on with me lately? Why is everything so confusing? She trudged down to dinner, feeling her grim mood radiate throughout her, and she wasn't the only one to notice.
"Ichigo?" Her mother queried, noticing Ichigo's depressed appearance, "What's wrong?"
I can't tell her the truth. That an alien stalker was in my room to practice the play with me and when he left I didn't want him to, although I don't like him. Yeah, that'll go over well.
She lied instead, "Nothing, I'm fine."
Her mother didn't pry, which was a miracle by itself, but she kept her knowing eyes on her daughter, as if she could tell what she was thinking. It was unnerving.
Kisshu teleported back to his ship, and into his dark room. He couldn't control his emotions as he floated around the room in a bubble of immense happiness. I was her first kiss, me. Not Masaya! Me! His grin was wider than ever, and he took his time reliving the moment over in his head. It was every bit as great as he imagined. The memory was made sweeter by the fact that he had completed the proverbial chase; she didn't give in automatically, but kept her feisty attitude, something which he loved about her.
With that kiss he was just that step closer to making her realise she loved him too. Only a few more days, just a few more, and my plan will be complete. With that comforting thought he turned to the copy of the script on his bedside table that he had copied. Let's just see what I'm in for after page 10, shall we.
A Prince and His Princess Page 11
Prince: [Stops kiss] Stay.
Princess: No, I can't. Just leave me be! I'm sorry. [Exits Princess]
Prince: I can't give up, ever. I need her, I need my princess. [Exit Prince]
[In Princesses room, she weeps on her bed when a knock interrupts her. It is the young gentleman that she refused the Prince for, he was her childhood friend, and now her love. Named Akihito]
Akihito: Princess, princess, are you alright? I saw you running up here. Please let me know what's wrong.
Princess: [Pulls open door and grabs onto Akihito] Oh, I don't know what to do!
Akihito: What's wrong my love?
Princess: The Prince!
Akihito: What about the prince?
Princess: [Cries] He. . . You . . . I don't . . .
Akihito: Shush, shush, it'll all be ok. I promise you. I promise.
Princess: Thank you.
Kish deposited the script on the table again, thinking. This is really not looking good for the prince, how on earth is he meant to get the girl? The odds are stacked against him. She loves that peasant, and is all but totally against the prince's love. How shall it work?
This was not only a question of the play, but for Kisshu himself. Even though his plan definitely had merit and should work well, it was still a question he had not fully answered. The curiosity and the ache of the question burned and scorched his mind clean of any and all other thoughts. Once again Ichigo was all he could focus on, and the question was now, how?
Ignoring the scolding importance of the question as best he could he fidgeted, trying to keep his mind elsewhere. It was an hour afterwards when he simply deserted staying in his room and teleported back to the polluted, yet amazing planet of Earth. When there he took up his favourite hobby to pass time, Ichigo watching. The tree outside her window really was perfect for the task, and he never was too uncomfortably perched on its smooth bark. While he waited for Ichigo to return to her room he read through the entire play, and something close to the end caught his eye and held it. How the author made the plot twist so the Princess ended up with the Prince. It was a stroke of genius, and Kisshu was certain of this, because it resembled closely his own plan of attack for his situation. Although both plans relied on a certain degree of thinking on Ichigo's/Princess' part, both Ichigo and the Princess needed to realise something immensely important. Hopefully she would.
Please Ichigo, see what's right in front of your nose, me.
So what do you all think??? Please help me decide whether to omit this chapter of not =) Please and Thank You!
As always, from Brown-eyed Wolf!
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