Hey Everyone!

I'm back!

Thank you everyone who reviewed! I am momentarily grateful!

I think I'll take a moment to note my inspirations for this story.

Right now, I am inspired by my sister, whose carefree and pure spirit constantly makes me smile and laugh. She is a happy and beautiful person, and will always be, to me. Thank you, and I love you.

Also, thanks to my friends. You are all so dear to me, and make me laugh every day. You mean the world to me.

To the music that inspires me. (None of which I own, ne?)

– Angel in the Night, Basshunter.

-Kiss Me, Sixpence None the Richer.

You Belong With Me, Taylor Swift.

Crush, David Archuleta.

Ok, that's what inspires me. Guess what? It's my birthday! Yesh! Yes, this is my gift to you on my birthday. I got cake, and cookies, and Kisshu paraphernalia. (Which one was the yummiest?) Knowing that you're reading my work means more to me than you may know. Thank you.

Shall we begin?

Disclaimer: I do not own any movies, songs, or Tokyo Mew Mew characters used in this Fanfiction. (Despite the many times I wished to Kami I did.)

*Yes, Essence of Gold, your requested bit is in this chapter.*

Sealed With a Kish

Chapter 2: 1 Cell phone, and Sweet Revenge.

How could one person be so nonchalant, even while smashing another person's heart? Masaya would regret hurting Ichigo and those other girls.

"For your evil actions, I will make you pay." Kisshu said quietly, a devilish smirk on his face.

He teleported away.

Kisshu smirked to himself as he teleported away from Ichigo's window. He knew just how to get back at that Masaya. He knew of those human 'cell phone' devices. They held lists of the people you had called, if he wasn't mistaken. And those 're-dial capabilities' humans would pay more money to get. If only Ichigo had known to look earlier, she wouldn't be hurt now. He clenched his teeth, his sharp fangs digging into his tongue. Masaya would pay, definitely.

Kisshu appeared outside Masaya's window. He carefully slid the glass aside, glancing about the sparse room for the small electronic. On all the tables and the desk stood photos of Masaya posing in the museum camera booth, a different girl next to him in each photo. Kisshu glanced away, repulsed. Then, on the small bedroom table, he saw it. A silver, thin mechanism, Kisshu could easily have crushed it between two fingers, but he didn't. He scooped it up, and teleported away.

He arrived in the ship a moment later. As he walked to his room, he passed the large living room. Pai and Lettuce were on the couch, hands clasped. Lettuce was asleep in Pai's lap, her green hair falling delicately around her face. Pai's head rested on Lettuce's shoulder, and he was sleeping as well, indigo eyes closed peacefully. The DVD player was on, and the room was dark. Kisshu went to turn off the player, and tripped on something as he walked across the room. An empty tissue box? As he looked harder, they were all over the room, and the trash cans were full of tissues. Huh? Kisshu picked up the DVD case from the entertainment center. P.S. I Love You. Kisshu rolled his eyes. So much for Pai being emotionless. He continued to make his way upstairs, and stopped at an olive green door in the hallway. He entered his room, and flopped down on the pine colored bed spread. He scanned lazily through Masaya's call history. He found the four most called numbers. He selected the first one, and listened to the ring. One ring… Two rings… Three…Then, a girl's voice picked up.

"Aoyama-kun?" She asked into the receiver.

"No. This is a friend of his, and I wanted you to know that…" Kisshu went on to tell her the whole truth about Masaya and the other girlfriends. She listened attentively, and wanted to pass on the news to the other girls herself. Kisshu gladly gave her the phone numbers of the other 3 girls. Kisshu hung up the phone, a smug smile plastered on his pale face. His amber eyes gleamed, and he went off to wait for Kyuuri to call again. This was not something he could miss.

Kyuuri hung up the phone quickly. She sat down on her bed, processing what she had just heard. Masaya was a terrible person, and he had broken many hearts. Shock faded from her, and was replaced by anger. How dare he! Hurting not only me, but countless other girls as well. She dialed the first number Masaya's, friend, had given her. Another girl's voice picked up.

"Mikari Moshiwara, hello?" said the voice.

"Hello, this is Kyuuri Ishatani, and I have some information regarding your boyfriend, Masaya Aoyama..." Kyuuri proceeded until all three girls knew the truth. They had all arranged to meet in the park, at 4 o clock the next day.

Now, all that was left… Kyuuri dialed Masaya's home number, and talked with him for a while, trying not to let the hurt show in her voice. She arranged a date with him at 4 o clock, in the park. He would regret this…

The next day, Masaya Aoyama walked to the park. He whistled briskly, as the light breeze ruffled his hair. He reached a park bench and sat down. He waited until the clock near the fountain struck four. Then, 4 girls walked in a line up to him. His eyes grew huge. It had to be a coincidence.

"Kyuuri-chan, Hawani-chan, Mikari-san, Tsukii-san, are you all friends?" He asked.

"Well, we didn't even know each other until I figured it out." Kyuuri replied.

"Figured it out? What are you talking about?" He lied, trying to ignore the knowing looks he saw in the girls' eyes.

"Masaya. We know that you have been using us. All of us. We refuse to let you break any more hearts." Hawari said bluntly.

"Let this serve as your reminder of us." Tsukii said, and promptly walked up to Masaya. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. All the other three followed suit, and left the park together. Masaya stood alone, his face red and sore. His eyes were still huge, and his mouth hung slightly agape. He began walking home, shaking his head. He blinked repeatedly, as if trying to shake away a bad dream.

"But how…" He muttered to himself.

From his perch in the tree above the park, Kisshu was nearly dying of laughter. His golden eyes watered, and he wiped them, his thin frame still shaking from laughing so hard. Now that Masaya-baka was taken care of, he could care for Ichigo. What could he do to make her feel better?

FIN

Ok, so how was this chapter? I loved writing it, especially all the Pai/Lettuce stuff. (And fluff) I'm on a rhyming roll!

I give you cyber muffins and a Masaya voodoo doll for reviewing.

Masaya: That chapter wasn't nice.

Kisshu: *laughing* For you.

Me: I am the author, so I say… No more Masaya. No lines, bits, POVs, nothing. What do you think, Kisshu?

Kisshu: Best. Idea. Ever.

Masaya: -----------

Kisshu: *laughing loudly* Haha, he can't speak because you said so.

Me: Praise the mighty author god that is me.

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