Me: Oyasumi! Once again i come to you writing at night, allow me to introduce my friend PinkInu!
PinkInu: Uh, hi? Ste-
Me: No! Don't use my real name on here..
PinkInu: Why, you have it on your profile. So it' kind of pointless.
Me: Oh uh, heh heh... Disclaimer please.
PinkInu: Stevie doesn't own TMM, if she did it would be RyouXIchigo, Masaya would be out the window. She also wants you to know that things will at somepoint get interesting...uhm do i have to add the evil laugh?
Me: Yes.
PinkInu: Mwah hah hah...-is mildly disturbed- thriteen years i've known her...what was wrong with me!?
Me:T-T''''''. Thank you xxxx :D -hugs- Please review people, i ask a bare minimum of 5 reviews.
"Ichigo? Sweety come down it's almost lunch," Momomiya Sakura called desperately up the stairs.
Ichigo hadn't left her room in two days, she did nothing but cry the first and now she just wouldn't respond to anything. Not even food or her school friends failed attempts could coax her from her room. Sakura was loosing hope that her daughter would ever see the light of day again.
"Come on Ichigo, don't you have work? I bet your friends from the cafe miss you," she called up in a list ditch attempt. "You'll have to come out at some point, you need to eat."
It was then, with an elated sigh, she watched her red headed daughter walking down the stairs.
"Oh Ichigo! I'm so happy, i'll have to tell your father," she squealed clinging on to her daughter. Ichigo was too zoned out to actually pay much attention to her mother's tight grasp and high pitched voice, and half heartedly pried her self from her hold.
"I have to go," she mumbled slipping on her shoes. She was clad in her school uniform, her usual pigtails missing as her her hung loose around her shoulders. "Bye."
"Uh, Ichi-chan you don't want breakfast?" Sakura asked, slightly worried.
"No thanks, i'm in a hurry," her quiet voice said, though her sluggish body betrayed her completely. She wobbled her way to the door, stumbling every other step as she made her way out of the house.
The sky was as bright as ever, it's calm, crystal blue oceans a complete opposite to how she felt. Why couldn't the skies be grey and dismal? It would have been a perfect match for the weather inside of her, she felt as though it was constantly raining and not even the clearest, warmest weather would shift the black cloud in her heart.
She stared at the ground as her body swayed to and fro, not even bothering to keep her self steady. She didn't even have the energy to let out the exasperated sigh that was building somewhere inside of her. Damn this day for being so beautiful.
Ichigo blinked, her eyelids closing so slowly a she drifted back and forth in her mind, they stopped half way as she gave the most desolate expression, lacking any signs of life. In short she looked like a zombie. She hadn't had a proper meal or a good sleep in two days, and it was starting to show; her pale skin and dull eyes were only the beginning of her bodies revenge for making it suffer.
She dragged herself down the pathway leading to who knew where, at a pace that would make a snail seem like an Olympic runner. Ichigo had to hold onto a tree to steady her self as she rocked too far forward, loosing her balance. She groaned as her head spun and tightened her hold on the young trunk for support.
"Ah, my head," she gasped, massaging her temples with her thumb and middle finger. "Oh, it hurts..."
Her whining increased as she sunk low to the floor, catching her breath. She unfortunately realised that fast movements only made it excruciatingly worse. The poor koneko whimpered and rubbed her head again, waiting for the world around her to stop spinning. This is all his fault, he didn't even explain...it was just 'i think we should separate,' or something like that. So what if we were growing apart, what with work and all the mew mew stuff...but a real relationship, now that we could have worked on! I-i- "It's not fair!"
The girl had her head in her knees which were drawn tightly to her chest, her arms wrapped around holding them close. She was sobbing but not as she wished, she was crying without tears, they had dried up long ago and it seemed she had run out.
She sniffed and tried to gain some control back over her breathing, standing up she brushed her self off, not caring for the people who had been staring at her strangely as she sat on the floor. She was up again and walking off down another path, her emotionless expression back in place as she silently cursed herself for letting slip. She had barely been doing this long and it was already grating on her nerves, she didn't understand how anyone could go so long without an expression, but then that was the point wasn't it? She was always so easy to read, that's why everyone would always know if something was up, or find it easier to tease her. No, she couldn't deal with that right now, not to talk about it, nor to receive any rude comments from that arrogant blonde jerk. Oh, so that's what she was being reminded of, she could now answer her earlier question. Ryou Shirogane, he could be expressionless (or more like emotionless in her view), for as long as he wanted, it was impossible to read him. Yes, that's who she was acting like.
She gave a small shudder, dreading how long she would have to keep this facade up for, how Shirogane did it was beyond her. Wait! Why on Earth was she thinking about him, hadn't he called her a weapon? Hadn't he treated her without any respect? Wasn't he the reason she suffered and quit her job?
"Baka," she spat venomously as she glared ahead of her. Any one walking past her would have instantly been petrified by the immense evil aura surrounding the mew. That soon softened as her previous sadness returned, her scowl now forming back to emotionless Ichigo as she cringed inwardly at the thought of that perfect smile. That perfect smile...which had somehow turned into a familiar all knowing smirk. "Eh! No, no no!" She cried, eyes widening in aggravated shock. Why's that baka jerk in my head?! Geez is it not enough he tortures me, but he has to haunt me too?...Calm down Ichigo, it's probably all the stress of those to causing me so much grief.
Ichigo watched bored at the houses and trees she past on the way to where ever she was going, there weren't many cars on the street but every body seemed to be out in full summer mode. Tch, it wasn't even summer, just some fluke in the autumn weather...okay maybe not a fluke considering it had been perfect all week.
She dully kicked a rock, but apparently she had kicked it harder than expected. It flew forward at a lightening speed, she didn't really take much interest in it, that was until...
-Smash!-
"Huh?" She looked up startled at the sound of shattering glass, and ran in the direction it had come from. Even as she brought her gaze up to see the damage, her worried and guilty expression didn't change. That was her worry was still there, but her guilt was replaced with something a cross between fear and absolute smugness.
As she had brought her gaze up to the smash window, she noticed the very pinked tint of the heart shaped window, and the bright pink cafe of which it belong to. She could mildly hear complaining and shouts as she edges her way closer. Well she couldn't just leave it at that, she knew she would have to own up to this and begrudgingly found her self knocking at the door.
"What!" a rather annoyed voice snapped as he pulled back the door. "Oh, Strawberry i thought you'd quit?"
"I have," she snapped back, turning her head to avoid her eyes catching another glimpse of the blondes exposed chest and well toned muscles. "But, uh...about that uh window."
"That was you?" Ryou asked, eyebrows raising a fraction. He groaned. "Gee Momomiya, i knew you were angry but you didn't have to destroy my cafe."
"IT- " she cut herself off, remembering how she had decided to act earlier that morning. She calmed herself down and made her face blank.
"It was an accident," she said flatly, she was trying hard not to yell at the blonde to put a shirt on, and quit with the annoying sarcasm. "I'll pay for it of course."
The young genius didn't expect her to be so calm, he was expecting something more along the lines of,"SHUT UP JERK, A-AND PUT A SHIRT ON!" But none of that came to his surprise, and his ears delight.
"Well since you broke it, you can come in and clean it up," he smirked, still quite suspicious about her actions, and opened the door wider. "Get to work baka, and yes you're paying for it."
"What ever Shirogane-san, and i already said i as paying for it," she stated dryly, entering the building. She didn't notice the flicker of hurt in the boys eyes when she said his name so formally.
She made her way to the cupboard, taking out a broom and dustpan, and walked soundlessly into the kitchen. Damn that jerk! I'm NOT a baka, for the hundredth time, grrrrr!! I'd like to wring that arrog- huh?
The strawberry's attention was drawn away from her angry thoughts as she caught sight of the glass on the floor. It was pink, that was a given, but that wasn't what caught her eyes, it was the dark red stains on the floor, she followed them noticing the drop led up to the sink. She bent down to get a closer look and quickly covered her mouth to stop the sharp intake of breath she took. It was blood, that must have been that shout she heard when she neared the cafe.
He must've cut himself, mou that's a lot of blood...that baka, for a genius that certainly was a baka thing to do. But he did look tired when he opened the door, it must've woke him up. "Baka."
"You still talking to your self Strawberry?"
Speak of the devil... "And?" she asked, not even reacting to his blatant attempt to rile her up.
"Baka," he said, opening a cupboard and reaching inside. She notice with some interest how his arm shook. "You might want to actually clean your mess up."
She shrugged and looked at him with a half lidded eyes. "Baka? I'm not the one who cuts myself with the glass."
Okay that time she had noticed his expression, a small blush was on his cheeks as he rolled his eyes, pulling out a green first aid box. He opened it up taking out somethings before removing his own make-shift bandage on his arm. He flinched as he peeled it away from his arm, the blood had gone pretty far through the bandage. He would probably have to go see a doctor, he sighed annoyed and re-bandaged the still bleeding wound with a new role of the material.
"Strawberry, think you can open up after you're done?" he asked seriously.
She only raised her eyebrow and smirked. What is up with her? He wondered, slightly creeped out by the smirk plastered on her face. "Why should i? I don't work here."
"Because i've got to go to the hospital baka, and the others will be here in a minute," he said, glaring at her. "It won't kill you strawberry."
"Hai hai, but what's in it for me?" she asked. This whole acting like that jerk is working pretty well, heh heh...
It was his turn to raise his eyebrows now. "Oh no baka, you're doing this because you broke the window."
She stayed quiet still staring at him in her blank way. It really was unlike her, the girl so bubbly, loud and full of emotion to suddenly become so emotionless. Ryou was definitely confused, but like hell he would let that show through, he'd find out sooner or later anyhow. "I'll be back later, see ya Strawberry."
No way jerk! You're not leaving all this on me, that's not fair! "I have school to get to you know," she called as he left the room. She heard the front door opening.
"Should of thought about that before you put a rock through my window," he called back closing the door behind him. A minute later and she heard the engine of his car as he left the cafe for the hospital. Once he was out of ear shot, Ichigo let out a loud growl smashing more of the glass as she slammed it into the bin. "OOH THAT JERK! Shi-Ro-Gane you will pay!"
Sweeping the last of the broken window into the bin she tied it up and slung it into the garbage outback of the cafe. The sound of broken glass could be heard as it shattered further.
Moodily entering the kitchen again, she set to work cleaning up Ryou's blood from the floor and the kitchen side. "Wonder if he's okay, it looked pretty bad," she mused as she set the cloth back on the side. "Wait, why do i care what happens to him? Oh that's right, i care enough to consider he is actually human, despite the fact he's pure evil..."
She sighed making her way out front. As hard as it was for her to try and ignore it, that argument with him was still playing fresh in her mind, mixed in with Aoyama breaking up with her. She could understand Ryou making her upset, but Aoyama too...It was almost as if they had conspired to give her the worse day ever.
Ichigo opened the cafe doors a fraction, ready for when the other mews got there, walking over to a nearby table she dropped her self into one of the seats and rested her head in her arms. Well if she didn't work here, she couldn't see the harm in being a customer, she'd just have to wait until the others came. This was sure to annoy that jerk, and also she really wanted to talk to her friends, she had a change of heart and was going to tell them what happened, at least they might be able to comfort her. But she decided, she would still keep the facade up when ever a certain bo-erm, ex-boss happened to be around, knowing him he would tease her. But that was the thing, Ichigo didn't know Ryou Shirogane that well.
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"Ichigo onee-chan? Wakey wakey, na no da!"
"Pudding stop, it's rude."
"No, it's not, why is she even here any way? She hasn't spoke to us once since saturday!"
"She must have her reasons, she'll explain when she's ready to."
The red head stirred at the voices surrounding her, and her eyes bega to slowly flicker open.
"She's waking up na no da!" a hyperactive voice shouted next to her ear.
"Pudding stop that!" another voice ordered pleadingly. Ichigo watch as a green haired girl came into view holding a bouncing monkey back.
"Lettuce...?" Ichigo questioned as she slowly came back to the world of the conscious, or apparently not. "Why are you lot...in my room?"
She yawned loudly, stretching her arms along the table...table?! Wha- Oh! Oh yeah, she thought with her memory falling back into place. "How long have i been asleep?"
"Oh, only an hour or so Ichigo," Mint said accusingly, hands on her hips. "So you finally decide to show up after ignoring us for three days."
Ichigo blinked still not fully awake. "An hour... EH! I'm late for school!"
She jumped up ready to speed through the door, only Mint decided to stick her foot out. "You know when i said an hour i was only joking, the morning shift is over Ichigo, we're heading to school now."
The blue haired girl shook her head sighing at her friends gullibility. "You never answered my question Ichigo, why are you here?"
"Uh, why am i here?" she asked herself.
The girls all sweat dropped, the koneko really was such an idiot it was a wonder she left her house remembering to get dressed.
"Oh that's right!" she said loudly, causing her friends to jump. "I broke the kitchen window so Shirogane made me clean it up before he left...ano where is he anyway?"
She looked around, then at her friends who either shrugged or shook their heads, saying they didn't know. "Oh, maybe he's still at the hospital."
"Hospital?" the mews all turned their heads to the kitchen door, watching the tall brunette who spoke. "Why did he go there?"
"Eto, because i broke the window -accidentally- it woke him up i think, so i'm pretty sure he tried to clean the glass up," she explained twiddling her fingers nervously. "Probably from being sleepy he cut himself on it, it looked kind of bad..."
"Hmm, well that does explain the kitchen window," Keichiiro said smiling. "I'll give Ryou a call in a minute."
"Uh Akasaka-san, he doesn't have his phone on him," Ichigo told him. "When he left he was still in his nightwear."
This comment earned a few intense stares from her friends. Suddenly the Irimote regretted what she had said and felt the urgent desire to run for her life.
"So he was in his pajama's? Ne, Ichigo?" Mint asked evilly as she lent in close. "Why where you here so early Ich-i-go?"
"I-i was o-on my way to school, a-and i broke the w-window, remember?" Ichigo stammered, nervous under the intense gaze of which Mints mischievous eyes held her. "What's the big deal?"
"Ichi onee-chan and Bossman are all lovey dovey na no da!" Pudding cried enthusiastically. Mint's smile broadened scaring the poor girl even more.
"That's r-RIDICULOUS! Pudding don't say such stupid things!" Ichigo yelled, blushing madly.
"Ichigo," the evil spot light was -thankfully- taken off of Ichigo as they turned to listen to their idol. "How are you feeling?"
"Uh, f-fine thanks Zakuro," she answered, lying. "Why's t-that?"
Zakuro never answered because at that moment they heard a car pull up in the garage, and a few minutes later their golden haired boss walked in, the lower half of his right arm bandaged up, the lower half of his body clad in nothing but a pair of loose trousers.
"Ah Ryou, Ichigo-san explained what had happened," Keichiiro smiled, his eyes betraying his worry. "How are you?"
"Fine Keichiiro, it's nothing," he said holding up his arm for him to see. "It'll be fine in a couple of days."
"That's good to know," he replied, then turning to face the girls. "Oh don't you all have school right now?"
"EHHH!" they all cried, with the exception of Zakuro who just glanced at the clock. Ryou and Keichiiro both winced at the high pitched voices of four girls as they watched them run through the door.
"I'm going back to bed," Ryou groaned, dragging himself up the stairs, yawning. Geez that hospital was busy.
He crashed down on his bed thankful for the sleep, he needed to remember to thank his strawberry for all this trouble..."Huh?" He raised his head slightly scrunching his eyebrows together, something didn't make sense there, he was just to tired to figure it out.
Ne, what do you think? I think it's kind of slow but well i did finish this chapter at 2:52 AM -is so tired-
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