Author's Note: Please don't hurt me....uhh. Well, I'M BACK. I didn't, and I'm not planning on abandoning this Fic. I just had alot of things going on in school, and in life. :P Just a warning, I haven't written in....2-3 months? So my writing may be off, so if you can please try to ignore any grammer, or spelling errors that I might have. And if the characters sound a bit OOC then again, I'm sorry. He he. Anyways I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think. Thanks!! (L)

Disclamier: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew. So please don't sue me. :)

"I just don't understand why we have to fight! Why can't we just talk to them!?" the alien shouted at his leader who was casually perched on his sizeable chair, though it looked more like a throne to Kisshu.

"Silence!" the older male boomed; his voice bounced off the walls, making the whole room seem like it was trembling.

"You will not speak to me in such manner!" The alien advanced closer to the figure that was kneeled in front of him. "You will learn respect, and suffering will be your teacher." (A/N: Sound familiar? Those of you who watch Avatar the Last Airbender will know what I'm talking about ;]) He smiled before materializing a large silver sword in front of him.

Deep Blue didn't think twice before lifting the sword over his head and cutting a straight long gash on the teenager's arm.

"Argh!!" Kisshu cried out in pain, his hand quickly going to his wounded arm. His fingers came in contact with a sticky liquid that was quickly escaping through the painful gash; droplets fell onto the marble floor staining it with a dark scarlet color. He could feel tears of anger build up in his golden eyes.

"Look at you, pathetic!" The alien leader spat, looking down at the boy in disgust. "You remind me so much of your father, weak-"

"You don't know anything!!!" Kisshu roared in rage, shooting up from his crumpled position on the floor. The golden-eyed boy made his two well known blades appear by his side. He staggered slightly before turning his attention to the man in front of him. Kisshu rushed forward and pointed his swords at Deep Blue's neck.

"You're wrong!" Kisshu shouted, grinding his teeth together in frustration. "I intend to speak my mind and you will listen."

Deep Blue's eyes flashed as he gave the boy a hateful glare. If he wasn't in such a position he would have murdered the boy right then and there.

"I'm sick of taking your orders, "Kisshu started, tightening his grip on his swords. " I will not hurt Ichigo, I won't lay a finger on her, I don't care what you say. Kill me is you wish, but you won't touch Ichigo." He finished, Kisshu saw a trickle of blood running down his master's neck.

"You've fallen in love with that human!?!" Deep Blue bellowed, a crazed look possessing his face. "Have you compl-"Kisshu cut him off before the man could say another word.

"It doesn't matter! What matters to me is that you're a sick cruel and cold-hearted being, you've made our people fear you, they don't respect you they are all terrified of you!"

Deep Blue scoffed at the boy's statement. He knew that what Kisshu said was true, but did he really care for the people? No, Deep Blue craved power, getting it from every little source. And there would be nothing standing in his way of getting it.

"If you want to kill me, then do so. Right here, right now." He spoke calmly, but to Kisshu his tone of voice was sickening. Almost like nails on a chalk board. The older alien knew that Kisshu wouldn't be able to do it. Even in rage, the teenager still had a soft and caring heart. Killing anybody wasn't an option for him, no matter how much he wanted it.

"Do it. Right now." Deep Blue spat, taunting the boy.

Kisshu's face was a mess; you could perfectly read all of the emotions that he was feeling at the moment, love, anger, hatred, and most of all confusion. He didn't know what to do. This was Ichigo that they were talking about, the girl he had battled with for two years, but fell in love with her in the end. Killing Deep Blue off would be so easy, but just the thought of that made the golden eyed alien's heart ache. He agreed that Deep Blue was a horrible man, and that the world would be better off without him, but he still was a person. A living, breathing person.

"I knew it, you are just too weak, I should have disposed of you months ago, while I had the chance. You are, and always will be nothing."

Kisshu hung his head, not wanting to meet the leader's eyes. The teenager knew that what Deep Blue said wasn't true, but it still had hurt him. Nothing..nothing…the words rung in his head, clear as a melody that couldn't be forgotten.

Looking down, Kisshu realized that his vision was starting to blur, the whole room felt like it was swaying, and in no seconds at all he fell down, crumpled on the hard floor. His blades made a light 'tink' as they fell beside him; a rich red color coating their usual silver hue. As of then it hit him, he was too careless to even realize that the wound on this arm had grow bigger, and blood was seeping out at an alarmingly fast rate. He could have escaped, but of course Kisshu always had to stay and do things his way.

He coughed once, clutching his side. I'm sorry Ichigo… I love you.

Author's Note: DOES KISSHU DIE?? DUN DUN DUUNNN. Haha. :) 10 reviews, and I update. Thankss!

-Lily