Author: Wow. So many reviews. :D Okay, so thanks to Pirate Lass to Jack Sparrow for the computer cupcake with Kisshu's face on it. I wanted to eat it (just so I could say that I ate Kisshu. *sniggers*), but I also didn't want to eat it (because I did not want to destroy his sexy face). I have decided to encase the cupcake in paraffin wax and save it as memento. And to shadow346437, thanks for the compliment on the official-sounding writing stuff, especially since this story is purely improvised. But now I'm going to have to make the story longer because you brought up realism. *sigh* Realism is hard in winging-it story. And for everyone else that posted the "XD"s and the "LOL"s and the "I could NOT stop laughing"s, thanks. This story is a comedy, after all. If it didn't make you laugh, then I am a horrible authoress. Now onto the story!

Kisshu was in my bedroom. Ginger and I sat on the couch, USB cord plugging the camera into the computer. We had imported the photos already and were uploading them to Facebook. "Should we tag him in them?" I asked Ginger.

"Of course," Ginger replied. "He is in the pictures, after all."

"Okay…" I giggled as I typed in the name Joey Heinz… thirty times. Thirty pictures of Joey sleeping like a baby. Thirty pictures of Joey snoring. Thirty pictures… of Joey.

Ginger went back home. Joey woke up, told me he had a weird dream about Kisshu living with me before he fell into the music of the Tokyo Mew Mew ending theme, and then left.

I went to my bedroom and found Kisshu rummaging through my drawers. "What are you doing?" I snapped.

"Research," Kisshu answered without turning around. He grabbed something and pulled it out of the drawer. "Could you tell me what this is?" he turned to face me. And he was holding… my bra!

"Oh my gosh! Give me that!" I shrieked, flinging an arm out to retrieve the undergarment.

He lifted it up out of my reach. For good measure, he floated up to my ceiling. "Why?" he raised an eyebrow. "Is it dangerous?" He examined the object in his hand. "Can I hurt you with it?"

"No," I replied, jumping and trying to reach him. "Just give it back."

"Not until you tell me what it does," he crossed his arms and glared at me.

I set my eyebrows and growled through my teeth, "It is an object designed to help maintain mammary elasticity. Now give it back!"

His eyes widened and he looked at it again before turning red and flinging it across the room. "That's for…? That was on your…?" His entire face was flushed and even the tips of his ears reddened slightly. "That… That…Um…"

I picked the bra up off of the floor and returned it to the drawer. "Yeah. You see? You shouldn't go touching random things. You don't know where they've been."

Kisshu nodded wordlessly. I raised my eyebrows at him. It was really ironic. I had read tons of fan fictions where Kisshu knew what a bra was and he touched it on purpose. This was the exact opposite of that. It was sort of amusing. The real Kisshu wasn't very much like the fictional one at all.

We spent the rest of the evening asking each other questions. "What does that do?" Kisshu pointed to my blow dryer.

"It dries my hair after I get out of the shower. So… Did you ever like any of the fan fiction stories that you read?" I answered before shooting off my own question.

"There was one author I liked. KayWeeBear789. They didn't write cliché things like a lot of others. They never put me with Ichigo. I liked that. What's this?" he plucked a thumbtack from my corkboard.

But I wasn't listening to him anymore. Why? Because KayWeeBear789… was me.

It was around nine-thirty and I got a text from Joey. – "KAYLEE! WHAT'S WITH ALL OF THESE PICS ON FB?" – I started laughing. Kisshu asked me what was so funny. I showed him the text, but he didn't understand. So I pulled out my iPod and brought up Facebook. Then I showed him my 'Naptime with Joey' album. When Kisshu still didn't get it, I explained that everyone who knew Joey could see the embarrassing pictures of him.

Kisshu gave me an odd look. "What's so embarrassing about sleeping? You humans have to do that rather often in order to survive, correct?"

"Yeah, but… He looks like an idiot. See?" I flipped to a picture in which Joey was licking the carpet.

Kisshu looked at the picture inquisitively. "From what I understand, humans have no control over what they do when they sleep. So why is something that he does while sleeping considered embarrassing?"

"Kisshu," I started, "he's licking the floor! It's gross."

"But he didn't know he was licking the floor. So why is it funny?"

I gave up. Explaining human humor to an alien was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be.

Kisshu spent every day that week at my house. He left to report his 'discoveries' to Pai at night. Over that week, things happened. Strange things happened.

Day One:

I woke up that morning to find Kisshu floating on my ceiling. "Wake up, kitty cat. It's time to start the day." And I did start the day, with another round of twenty questions. Kisshu asked about everything. "I found these objects in that small room with the giant bowl filled with water." Did he mean the bathroom? "I'd like you to explain their uses." He sat down; a roll of toilet paper, a tube of toothpaste, a toothbrush, a can of hairspray, a razor, and a box of… tampons!

I glared at him. "What did I tell you about not touching things?"

"You're not my boss, kitten," he smirked, winking at me. And so I did what he asked. When I had finished….

"Human. Females. Are. Disgusting," he said each word slowly. He looked kind of shell-shocked.

I wrinkled my nose. "Yeah. You've said that before."

Day Two:

I decided to make a pizza for lunch. I preheated the oven and stuck the frozen circle of dough, sauce and cheese in to cook. I asked Kisshu if he wanted something to drink.

"You're not going to try to poison me, are you?" he asked suspiciously.

I rolled my eyes. "Nope. That would be pointless. Your species is different than mine. I couldn't poison you even if I wanted to. I don't even know what would poison you."

"Oh," he saw the logic in my statement. "Then yeah, sure. I'll drink something." And that's how I found out that Kisshu Ikisatashi is allergic to aspartame. Note to self: Never give Kisshu a diet soda again.

Later that day, I got a text from an unknown number. – "Strawberry, this is Ryou. I finished infusing Mew Mint in Brazil. I'm on my way to China now. My sensors have picked up alien activity in your area. Be ready for anything." – I just thought that Ryou's sensors were a little late.

Day Three:

Kisshu found out that I was KayWeeBear789. "You wrote me more like… me," he told me while trying to comprehend that his enemy and his favorite author were one and the same. I wasn't sure how to take that. If I wrote him like the real him, then that meant my stories had the anime-Kisshu out of character. So… was my writing awesome or terrible? "You always made sure I never ended up alone," he said gently. "You always made up some random girl who could understand me. And you never put me with that dunce, Ichigo."

I winced. "I got criticized for it too."

"So why did you still do it?" he asked me.

I gulped. Was I going to tell him that I thought I was a way better match for him than Ichigo? Was I going to tell him that every single character that ended up with him was somehow based off of me? No. I wanted to, but some things are better left unsaid.

But he figured it out on his own. "You really care about me, don't you, kitten?"

Day Four:

Kisshu was really quiet all day. I don't know why. When I asked him what was up, he replied, "Nothing. I'm just… thinking about something."

Day Five:

Kisshu grabbed me from behind and teleported to the very top of the Eiffel Tower. No… This tower wasn't black. It was red. This was the Tokyo Tower. Why were we in Tokyo? But Kisshu didn't say anything. He just kept staring at the horizon. Back at home, it was just around dinner time. But there, on top of the Tokyo Tower, we watched the sun rise.

When the golden sphere had cleared the horizon, he finally spoke. "It's the start of a new day, kitten. Today, everything changes, because it isn't yesterday anymore."

He teleported back to my room. Here, the sun was starting to set. I looked up at Kisshu and asked him what he meant by the thing he had said. He gave me a playful look. "What are you talking about, kitten? That hasn't happened yet."

I was about to go all, "Yes it did," on him when I remembered. The time zones… In Tokyo, it's already a new day. But here, yesterday is just ending.

Day Six:

I woke up to Kisshu's arms wrapped around me. This was new. I wasn't going to complain or anything. It felt nice. But I was still wondering why when his golden eyes slid open. "It's the start of a new day, kitten. Today, everything changes, because it isn't yesterday anymore."

"Kisshu?" I asked timidly.

"You were right," he answered. "I was scared. And rightfully so." He gave a little sadistic laugh. "Just call me 'loser' now, okay?"

Did he mean…? Had he… fallen in love with me? But when he leaned over and pressed a sweet, gentle kiss on my lips, I knew the answer was, "Yes."

Day Seven:

Kisshu sat in the corner when I awoke. He had out a sai and twirled it in his fingers, staring at it. When he looked up at me, the eyes that had been so full of affection yesterday were now full of sorrow. "It's the start of a new day, kitten," he murmured sadly, his voice cracking a little bit. "Today everything changes because it isn't yesterday anymore." I looked at him, not comprehending his meaning. He explained, "My research is over, kitten. I have to go back to killing you again."

Author: Noooo! Why? Why? Why? Or... at least that's what you guys are thinking.

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