A/N- Well, after 5 months of broken computer stuff, re-losing my book, I am back.

Again.

This might be the end of bumble bee's. I haven't decided. I ust don't have all that much time, and I've lost most of my interest in this story.

So, anything wrong with this, like there is a plot hole, or if a sentence doesn't make sense, please tell me!

Happy reading!

WARNING- There is some material in here concerning suicide, okay? If this upsets you, I'm sorry, but it was needed for the plot.

Ichigo sprinted across the park, and rammed herself through the beautiful doors. She hadn't come for months, and she was glad to see the café had not changed at all. Sure, everyone was a few inches taller, and Keiichiro's hair had lengthened a bit, but... No. Everything was as it should be.

Every girl present was shocked. They had not seen Ichigo in a long, long time, and the last time this mood came to memory... Well. It was a long time ago, anyway. No-one spoke.

Except Ichigo, of course. "Where. Is. Shirogane?" Her tone was venomous, worse than the most deadly acid. Each girl, Yellow, Blue, Purple and Green, said lengthy silent prayers to Ryou Shirogane, and hoped they would not be the one to find what remained of him when Ichigo was done.

Lettuce extended a finger towards Shirogane's room. Ichigo ran towards the stairs. Mint piped up-

"Ichigo," Ichigo paused, then turned. "Ichigo, try not to hurt him all that badly please. I don't want to have to clean up his remains, thanks."

Ichigo simply growled and continued to run, disappearing in a flash. "Anyone have any idea what that was about?" Everyone shook their heads. Mint sighed and turned. "One sec. Keiichiro? Hey, Keiichiro!"

His ever smiling face slightly frowned for once, Keiichiro stuck his head out of the doorway.

"Don't even ask me, Girls. I don't know much. But, I do know one thing you might be interested in."

"Tell us, Keiichiro? Please!"

"Alright, Alright. My ears can only take so much assault ladies! I know two things actually. Number One- Shirogane-san... Well, he hasn't been sleeping well. I hear him sometimes, actually. He screams a name in his sleep. And, well, I think we can all guess that name, can't we? Anyway. Number Two-" The girls leaned in towards him, delighted at the gossip. "Number Two- Its none of our business, ladies. Therefore, I don't care. Therefore, neither should you. Now please, there are tables waiting."

Keiichiro did not issue it as a demand, but more of an option. They got to work anyway. Shirogane got VERY angry when there were customers unhappy. Even as a grey blob, as he probably would be when Ichigo was finished, he was still in charge of their wages.

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Ichigo was at the bottom of the stairs, but took a moment to pause. Which of course, resulted in a short stop, and a very sore head. Ichigo winced and rubbed her head, and could no longer remember the reason for her stop. Which, all things considered, was strange. All things considered, Ichigo had a good memory. So... Why...?

Humph. She thought. Very strange.

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Shirogane sharpened the knife. He couldn't live with Ichigo, and it was plainly obvious by now that he couldn't live without her. In effect, there really wasn't much of a life to take- Only the very small part of him dedicated to work. Ryou smiled wearily. He was a selfish creature. He raised the now extremely sharp knife to his neck. Ryou found it hard to press the knife in hard enough to break the skin. Stupid, Stupid self preservation. Shirogane clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. He began to press the sharp silver deeper into his pale neck and soon, was sweating. Ryou let out a yell of pain and thrashed the knife, harder than he would have done deliberately towards his oh-so-breakable neck.

Almost instantaneously, Ichigo blasted open the door. The knife's passage was halted, leaving Shirogane standing there looking very confused, but even more shocked.

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Ichigo had quick eyes, and spotted the knife. She realised his intentions immediately, and launched herself towards Ryou, who, incidentally, was now looking thoroughly freaked out. For now, she only cared about the well-being of her old boss. Neither of them could recollect quite how they both got onto the floor.

"Hey." She whispered.

"Hi." Mumbled Ryou.

Both passed out, one from exhaustion, and one from shock.

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In the distance, Kirin smiled. She punched the air where she floated. Heh. Kishu was a slave, and was without an enchantment. The blonde would be the first man she saw. YES! Kirin paused for a moment, reconsidering. If you took into account irony of the fact bad luck had found it's way into love enchantments. Neither of the pair felt anything wrong with the spell, it was like second nature, and yet... Heh. Not worth troubling herself with, she knew... Still.

It would be hilarious to watch Ichigo fall in love with a man who loved her, but a man who she hated. Kirin checked her watch. Not long now. Heh. Look out world, She thought, and then broke her own train of thought with a wave of guilt.

She hoped no-one had liked Blondie... but still. It would be hilarious.