Disclaimer: TMM would be a little more sadistic if I owned it… I'm just evil like that. But it's not, because I don't own it. Lucky TMM.

A/N-Well, Ichigo's slightly out of character in this chapter I'm afraid! But… we introduce her dad! Aren't you happy for Kish?

Well, by the way I'm going to put up a list of certain and possible pairings from this fic—I still haven't finished writing the whole rough draft! If you want any changes on the set up pairings, tell me NOW before it's too late!

Certain: PuddingxTart, RyouxLettuce, One-sided PaixLettuce.

Possible: IchigoxKish, IchigoxMasaya. I might come up with more. As I said before give me your input and tell me about the fixed pairings now so that I can decide if I need to change some things!

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Kish walked tiredly next to Ichigo, unfocused and disjointed. He obligingly sat in the cellar at Ichigo's orders, until a few hours had passed and he could focus again.

"I've been kidnapped, drugged, robbed of my powers, and locked in a cellar," Kish exclaimed disbelievingly. "How does the plan backfire this badly?" the emerald-haired alien asked aloud, pushing in vain on the cellar doors. The slabs of wood wouldn't budge, even when Kish used his inhuman strength. The teenager vaguely remembered seeing several concrete blocks sitting outside the cellar—right? He couldn't remember; the trip to Ichigo's was fuzzy in his mind. If they had been there, maybe they were on the doors. Or the doors could be locked. Both were possible.

Kish sat back, defeated and scared. The boy hated being scared. It made him feel so weak and helpless, and he certainly hated feeling weak. "This—I mean, I know Ichigo hates me, but I didn't think the rest of the mews did," Kish complained. "Why would they agree to this then?"

Kish thought bitterly that Pudding was undoubtedly enjoying herself, if Tart was keeping her and Pai separated. Knowing Tart, that was the case. The little twerp thought he was so good at hiding his crush on the monkey girl. Pai was one of the few members of their race that wasn't of the opinion that being held captive was traumatic enough. Tart believed what the majority thought; that you should treat your prisoners well to make up for it. It appeared that humans were more like Pai.

"Will you please let me out?" Kish yelled, pounding futilely on the door. "Hey! You can't just keep me locked in here! This isn't justice!"

Kish continued screaming until he heard a movement outside, and Ichigo yelled back. "You're being way too loud you idiot, now shut up!"

"You're yelling too! Hypocrite!" Kish shouted back at the top of his lungs. Dang his throat was starting to hurt!

"Do you want me to come down there with sulfuric acid?" Ichigo demanded to know angrily.

"No, I want you to let me out of here!" Kish roared back. "This isn't right!"

Kish heard a muffled voice outside, but he couldn't make out the words. The person speaking must have been far away. "I'm just yelling at my stalker!" Ichigo cried, undoubtedly in reply.

"I am not a stalker!" Kish yelled back, slightly hurt. Okay, there had been that one time outside Mint's house… that might have been creepy… and all right, he had followed her down an alley—once.

The teenager's keen ears picked up some sort of shifting outside. "Just don't permanently hurt him dad. We need him pretty much unharmed," Ichigo's voice said.

Kish went pale—meaning entirely white, because you can't get that much paler than Kish! He had seen Ichigo's dad when he'd been spying on Ichigo—spying wasn't stalking, by the way. He knew the man was evil to boys that were around Ichigo's age and had even seen her in the passing. Worse, Ichigo had just told her dad that he was a stalker!

It wasn't comforting when the man entered the cellar with a chainsaw.

"So you're the boy who's been stalking my daughter!" Mr. Momomiya roared, his eyes flaming, blue lightning bolts dancing around his body. No no, I kid you not, he was literally sprouting fire and lightning.

"No—no, I'm not stalking her! She's blown a couple incidents out of proportion!" Kish protested, looking fearfully around. There appeared to be no escape. Why was this happening to him? What had he done wrong? "Forget me stalking her, she kidnapped me!" The boy's breath was coming in shallow gasps as he finished his speech. He did not like the look of that chainsaw. It looked painful.

That would undoubtedly be because chainsaws are painful.

"Ichigo would only do something like that to someone who really deserved it!" Mr. Momomiya snarled, turning the chainsaw on.

"Dad, seriously, don't hurt him too badly!" Ichigo warned. She looked like she regretted ever letting her dad know that Kish was there.

"I won't," Mr. Momomiya assured his daughter, although an evil expression was forming on his face. "What would give you the idea that I'm going to hurt him badly?"

"Ichigo, you know if I get hurt Pai will hurt Pudding ten times worse!" Kish screamed over the noise of the chainsaw, praying the girl could still hear him as her father advanced on him. Fear made him act slightly uncharacteristically; the boy never begged! Perhaps it was the lack of his teleportation power and the low ceiling that prevented flying which made him feel so powerless.

"It's a good thing Pai won't find out." Kish couldn't hear Ichigo, but he read her lips as she spoke. "Not even the other mews will have to find out!"

Kish backed away from the whirring blade until he hit the wall. "You never came across as a sadist, kitten," the youth commented.

Ichigo's control snapped. "Don't call me that!" she screamed, lunging under the saw and slamming into Kish. "I am not yours to give nicknames to!"

Kish caught her wrists and held them fast. "You shouldn't go attacking me kitten. Even though I'm in this position, you're still mine. Don't forget it."

"I AM NOT YOURS!" Ichigo screamed furiously. She turned to her dad. "Dad, please leave," she requested. She knew her dad was seriously tempted to turn Kish into a bloody pulp right now, and she couldn't let that happen. Who knew what state Pudding would be in if it did?

"But—"

"Dad!"

"I can't leave you alone with a stalker!" the man protested. When Ichigo shot him a look, the man gave up and left, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"You were embarrassing me in front of my dad!" the girl hissed, tugging her wrists away from Kish angrily.

"Aw, I'm sorry! I didn't know you felt that way about your dad," Kish commented sourly, raising an eyebrow.

Ichigo slapped the teenager with all her strength. "You are a sick pervert!" she snapped.

"Yes, yes, you've told me this many times before," Kish informed her. "I disagree. I'm not sick, I'm not a pervert, I'm not a stalker, I'm not ugly, I'm not creepy, or any of those other things you call me."

"Why did I come down here in the first place?" Ichigo moaned, furious at herself.

"You said I was making too much noise," Kish commented. An idea struck him that he just had to say. "You know Ichigo, you and I could make some noise together," the green-haired alien offered, the familiar smirk appearing on his features.

"Try it and die," Ichigo snapped in vexation. How could he flirt with her now? "I still have sulfuric acid with me."

"You know, you should try to be a little more accommodating," Kish complained. "I could be traumatized for life and you're threatening to hurt me. The least you could do is let me have a little bit of fun!"

Ichigo whirled around and stormed out of the cellar. "You'd better be careful that you aren't in severe pain very soon," the pink cat mew warned, a dangerous look on her face. "If it was anyone else I'd feel really bad for them. But it's you. You—you stalk me, you kiss me, you harass me, you're just a creep! I hope you die!" The girl slammed and locked the door, leaving Kish in utter darkness.

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"Whee!" Pudding cheered, delighted, as she jumped into the hot tub that sat in the alien's living room.

"Hey, careful not to splash, you'll short-circuit the x-box! I don't want to be the one to explain to Kish when he gets back that we wrecked his DDR. He'll flip!" Tart exclaimed.

"But Kish isn't going to get back for a while," Pudding reminded Tart.

"Ah, he'll get back really soon. You all underestimate him," Tart determined confidently, closing his eyes and leaning back to relax.

Pudding took the opportunity to tickle the boy. "Got you!" She crowed as Tart jerked up and his eyes flew open.

"Ah!" yelled Tart, flailing to get away from the little blonde girl.

"Tar-tar is ticklish!" the yellow monkey mew teased.

"I am not!" the boy wailed, crossing his arms to cover his midriff from any more attacks. "You just… surprised me. That's all."

"And you're ticklish," the girl taunted, splashing him.

"Hey!"

"Well, this is all very touching. How sweet is young love," Pai commented in a loud, carrying voice.

The two younger children looked up, startled. Neither of them had noticed that anyone else had come in. "Go away Pai," Tar snapped, mildly annoyed at his friend. "You said you'd leave her alone, remember?"

"No, I gave her fair warning that if we even get the hint that something might happen to Kish, she would be in the torture chamber. I'll let the two of you listen to the voicemail he left me," Pai commented, pulling out his cell phone.

Pai clicked the phone open and played Kish's voice mail. "Pai, it's me. The stupid mews forgot to take my cell phone.

"I can't teleport, I'm locked in a stupid, lightless cellar, and Ichigo is threatening me with sulfuric acid. I don't think there's any way you can help, but if you can think of something, please try it! Maybe if you find a mew aqua, you can just trade us for each other. I'm a little—well, I'm scared, so it would be nice if you could hurry.

"Shit, Ichigo's coming. She'll probably take my phone, so I don't know if I can call again. Remember, hold out for a mew aqua no matter wha—ow!"

There were sounds of a scuffle, and then the message ended. Most likely the phone had gotten hit and had gone dead. Pai stared at Pudding coldly, as though the incident had been the ten-year-old's fault. "Kish is undoubtedly paying for that phone call," he told the frightened monkey girl, his face hard, his voice gripped with iron control. "Judging by the sounds at the end, Kish tried to keep his phone. I know your race well enough that it's almost guaranteed he'll suffer for it."

"He won't!" Pudding protested, her voice squeaking with fright.. "I know my friends, they won't hurt him!"

"Of course you'd say that," Pai agreed dismissively. "I know that you don't want to be tortured. However, revenge is necessary." The man seized the mew around the waist and pulled her out of the hot tub. "Now you can walk willingly, or I can tie you up and drag you."

"Pai—" began Tart.

"Silence!" the older alien snapped. "You're blinded Tart. You're blinded by the folly of emotion! Emotion is what brings people down!"

"Look who's talking!" exploded Tart. "Vengefulness is an emotion!"

"She's our enemy," Pai stated flatly. "I wonder about you Tart, that you care more for our enemy, a person who'd let us all die, than one of our friends. I have no qualms towards hurting her, and you shouldn't either. Since you do, you are now banned from all contact with her."

"Overruled," snapped Tart, his face contorted with rage. "Just because you're—you're taller than me, you think you outrank me! Well, you don't!"

"We're the same rank, yes, but I'm older," Pai informed the boy. "Thus you listen to me, because I have seniority. If you don't like it, then you may take it up with Deep Blue Sama."

"Wait!" shrieked Pudding as Pai began to walk off.

"What? Must I drag you?" the dark eyed alien demanded irritably.

"N-no," Pudding answered, her voice trembling. "I'll go, I'll go—but why can't I still see Tar-tar?"

Pai was about to answer; then, for some unfathomable reason, the oldest alien changed his mind. "Very well, you and Tart may stay in contact, assuming that you do as I say. Now come." The alien stalked down the hall. Pudding threw one last, terrified look behind her, and then hurried after Pai down the dreaded corridor.

Tart couldn't stand the terrified look on her face. The youngest alien leapt out of the hot tub and dashed to change from his bathing suit to his clothes. He then teleported to Earth to see how Kish was doing. Maybe there was hope.

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Well well well, so Pudding couldn't escape the torture forever! Or can she? What will Tart finds when he goes to Earth? What is Pai planning? Why am I asking questions I know the answers to? Well, I'll let you hang for a little. Muahaha!