Hehe, very late update. (Gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen!)
So to make up for that, I made this chapter extra long, and decided to reply to my reviews from now on.
Review time!
AngelLaNelle: Thanks so much for pointing all that out. All your questions are things that I forgot to take in mind. But I know how I will incorporate all those aspects into my story from now on. The whole Kukai not being surprised will be explained soon; Ichigo wasn't really paying much attention while Ikuto was carrying her, since she was still mad about the kidnapping thing and I totally forgot that people that don't have charas can't see one, but I managed to think of a way to fix that. Thanks so much for your insight. You really saved me there.
Guest: Thank you! Your review put a smile on my face. About the Kisshu thing . . . I'm not so sure about that, but let's see where this story takes me.
Sun Wukongoku: Hehe, I'm glad you thought it was funny. I'm not always that good at being funny in a story. Thanks for your support. I really appreciate it.
IchitoFan: Thanks! And yeah, if that happened to me, I wouldn't be able to show my face for a month. Thanks for reviewing and sorry for the wait.
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Betareader: Wow! It's nice to hear those words from a Betareader. I also love boy rivalry over a girl. It makes a story interesting in my opinion. Thanks for the review!
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Thanks so much guys for your awesome reviews. It's these reviews that have kept me intrigued to continue this fic.
I will let Ichigo do the disclaimer now.
Ichigo: *Clears her throat* AnimeKoneko, does not own . . .
Ikuto: . . . Shugo Chara or Tokyo Mew Mew in any way.
Ichigo: Dang it, lynx brat! I wanted to say that!
Ikuto: BRAT!?
Ichigo: And don't forget: Idiot, pervert, pshyco, moron . . .
AnimeKoneko: *Sweatdrops* Hope you guys will enjoy this chapter.
Ichigo: And also, Merry Christmas!
Ichigo thrashed around in her bed, her eyes shut tightly and a few sweat beads forming on her forehead. She was gripping the sheets with clenched fists as if her life depended on it. Whimpers emitted from within her throat and she started gasping for breath: The pink mew girl was having a nightmare; an awful nightmare.
She was running down an unfamiliar hallway, several portraits decorating the length of the surrounding walls. But what frightened her and caused her eyes to widen in shock was the fact that every single painting was Aoyama-kun. He was staring at her with menacing, almost evil eyes, and the more portraits she passed, the more terrifying they became.
"I have to get out of here," she gasped, sprinting down the long corridor, not daring to look left or right. Ichigo yelped in surprise when she came to a dead-end: A wall was blocking her only exit. She couldn't go forward, left or right; only back the way she had came.
Do I really have to go through all that trauma again? she thought, shivering as she remembered all those psycho paintings of Aoyama. But just as she was making up her mind to go back again, a black figure stood in front of her, blocking her last escape-route.
Ichigo wrapped her arms around her shivering body and backed away from the anonymous figure. She started pounding the wall with both her fists, desperate to get out and away from possible danger. Her eyes stretched wider as the stranger took a step forward, slowly making his way toward her, getting closer . . . and closer . . . and closer.
"Help!" she screamed, clawing the hard stone wall till she felt her fingertips starting to bleed. Suddenly a strong hand collided against the wall, only centimetres away from her head. Ichigo shrieked and spun around, her back pressed against the wall. The stranger's head was only a few inches away from hers, but she couldn't make his face out in the dark at all.
"Ichigo," he said, slowly tracing his finger from her eyebrow, down the length of her nose, across her chin, till he reached her neck, his other free hand still pressed against the wall. The cat girl gasped when she recognized the voice.
"Aoyama . . ." she started to say, but was cut off when he grabbed her throat, crushing her windpipe.
"Aaahh . . ." she breathed, feeling herself being lifted off the ground. Her legs dangled in the air, her hands gripping his one hand helplessly.
"Aoya . . ."
He suddenly smashed her against the floor, his hand still tightly gripping her neck. Ichigo's head and back collided against the floor with a sickening crunch. Aoyama-kun climbed on top of her and lowered his head till his lips were almost pressed against her ear.
"Ichigo," he whispered softly, the hold he had on her throat just getting stronger and stronger. The mew kicked her legs wildly, panicking as she couldn't breathe in or out anymore at all. The boy's whispers got louder and louder till he was screaming her name over and over, rocking back and forth.
What the hell is going on!? This isn't like Aoyama-kun at all!
Suddenly everything went black after Aoyama crushed her windpipe to splinters.
Ichigo shot upright with an ear-splitting scream, grabbing her throat, uttering terrified whimpers as she inspected her entire body for possible injuries. With a shiver she brought her knees up to her chest, laying her forehead on top of them. She shakily wrapped her arms around her legs, squeezing them tightly.
What a horrible nightmare!
Tears streamed down her face. The dream had felt so real; every single part of it. It was the first nightmare she had had of Aoyama-kun ever. Looking sideways at her cell phone on her bedside table, Ichigo had the urge to call Aoyama and hear his sweet, innocent voice again, and not that murderous, insane one she had heard only minutes ago.
But he really hurt me, she thought, balling her hands into fists.
Will I ever be able to forgive and talk to him normally again?
Ichigo sighed and laid her forehead on top of her knees again in frustration: She didn't know the answer to that question yet.
At least . . .
With her head still in the same position, Ichigo lifted her hand and slowly grabbed her cell from the table.
At least I know I won't be able to forgive him . . . for now.
The mew decided to just hear him say "hello" and then she will end the call immediately.
Just to make sure he is still okay and still . . . Aoyama-kun.
With trembling hands Ichigo dialled his number.
Should I really be doing this?
She struggled to fight down a lump that had formed in her throat. Ichigo slowly brought the device closer to her ear, holding her breath, waiting in anticipation for him to answer her call.
The number you have dialled is unavailable.
The mew released her held-in breath and ended the call before throwing her cell phone on the bedside table. With a dramatic sigh she fell backwards onto the bed, her legs and arms splayed out in all directions.
He probably changed his cell number by now.
Ichigo turned till she was lying on her side.
Doesn't matter. I don't really want to talk to or see him anyway.
Meanwhile, a certain blue-haired boy had been watching her from outside the entire time. He was quite worried when she had rolled around and gripped her bed like that; like she was in pain. Ikuto had almost charged into her bedroom when he had heard her scream in fear. If it wasn't for Yoru stopping him, he would have probably gotten a stinging clap from the cat girl.
Was she having a nightmare?
But the real question that Ikuto wanted answered is who was she trying to call so late in the middle of the night?
And I know exactly how I will satisfy my curiousity, he thought with a smirk.
Ikuto looked sideways at the little unsuspecting creature that was floating near his head.
"What, nya?" Yoru asked, knowing that look all too well.
The next morning Ichigo opened her eyes to a bright Saturday morning. Throwing the blankets off herself, she waltzed to her closet while humming a happy tune. She chose a light pink dress with beautiful dark pink flowers as decorations.
A perfect clothing item for a perfect day.
She changed in her bathroom; too scared Ikuto might be spying on her if she changed in her bedroom. When she had finished the mew sat in front of her mirror, wondering what to do with her hair.
Twintails? A single braided ponytail?
Suddenly she snapped her fingers with a triumphant smile plastered on her face.
Braided twintails! That will look cute.
With expert hands, Ichigo was able to finish up in no time.
Perfect! she thought, winking to herself in the mirror.
"Well, someone is in high-spirits today," a voice said from behind her. Ichigo's face fell, but she wasn't surprised at all to hear it.
"I knew you'll show up sometime today," the pink mew said, turning around with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"Hoping you'll get the chance to glimpse more skin?"
Ichigo narrowed her eyes, waiting for another sincere apology.
"Actually," Ikuto said, revealing her cell phone. "I want to know who Aoyama is."
The mew gaped at the phone that the lynx boy had gripped firmly in his hand. She ran to her bedside table, her right eyebrow twitching dangerously when she realized her cell phone's absence.
"You stole my phone and invaded my privacy!?"
Ichigo charged at Ikuto, one hand balled into a fist.
"Why, you . . .!"
She swung her arm, wanting to hit the boy right in the middle of his face, but with a quick movement, Ikuto caught her hand mid-punch. Ichigo hissed and tried hitting him with her other hand instead, but Ikuto wasn't that stupid. The mew tried over and over again to land a punch, but to no avail.
"Just let me punch you," she said irritably, when she felt herself getting tired. But Ikuto just smirked and threw the phone to her. Ichigo gasped and managed to catch it with shaking hands.
"I don't care about the phone at all," Ikuto said lazily. "I just want to know who this Aoyama guy is. I know you tried to call him last night."
The mew girl looked down at her phone's black screen.
"That's . . . none of your business," she said softly, still keeping her head lowered. Ikuto looked at her sceptically.
"Oohh, really?" he said, smirking.
Ichigo gave a stiff nod and turned till her side was facing him.
"I must ask you to please leave my room now."
The pink mew gestured with her free hand to the open balcony door. She stared at the lynx boy with challenging eyes. When he didn't move an inch, Ichigo tightened her grip on the cell phone.
"Now!" she repeated, anger and irritation clearly recognizable in her voice. A sudden thoughtful look flickered across Ikuto's face, but was quickly replaced by a lazy shrug.
"Fine. This is your room after all."
He slowly made his way past her till he reached the door.
"But . . ." Turning around, a huge grin appeared on his face.
"I will still find out who that guy is, so don't just expect me to forget that."
Before Ichigo could reply, Ikuto was already over the balcony's edge and walking down the street. The mew shook her head and placed her phone on the bedside table with a sigh.
Perhaps I should tell him. It won't affect me in any way. But . . .
The mew narrowed her eyes.
He can't just have it his way either.
Ichigo had the sudden urge to visit the park.
I can't remember the last time I've visited that place.
An image of two people walking hand in hand suddenly flashed through her mind. She lowered her head, feeling tears starting to overwhelm her.
No, no, no, she thought, hastily wiping them away.
My days of crying is over.
She put on her shoes and went down the stairwell to the front door.
"I'm off!" Ichigo shouted to her parents before exiting the house. Walking down the street one thought repeatedly went through her head.
Should I really be doing this? It will only bring back bad memories . . . but perhaps good ones as well.
Focusing her gaze on a wood bench only a few metres away, her heart skipped a beat. Ichigo halted only a couple of inches away from it, gazing at the object with sad, longing eyes. She saw two individuals sitting, talking and laughing on the bench, snuggling from time to time and exchanging gifts.
"Aoyama," one of them said, almost in a whisper. "Will you always be here for me and . . . love me?"
The girl looked down at the ground, a blush clearly visible on her face. The boy smiled warmly and placed a gloved hand on top of her head.
"Always," he whispered back, pulling the shivering girl closer to him. The couple looked at the snow falling all around them, marveling in its beauty.
The cat girl wiped away a tear after the painful memory. She slowly lowered herself onto the bench, extending her arms to touch the warm surface on either side. Ichigo sat there for a while, looking at a married couple with their kids and giggled as one of the toddlers came to her, offering her one his sweets.
"Why, thank you," she said warmly, patting the little boy's head. The child waved goodbye when his mother called him. The mew waved back with a smile.
Looking back, I'm really glad the other mews and I protected this world with all our heart. A lot of things on this planet were worth protecting and fighting for.
"Yo," Ichigo was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the greeting. Turning her head, she saw a brown-headed boy with a wide smile on his face standing next to the bench she was sitting on.
"Kukai! H-hey," she said awkwardly.
"Funny seeing you here. I see you also found my most favourite spot in the park," the boy said, looking down at the bench. Ichigo's eyes widened.
"Your spot? I-I'm sorry . . . I . . ."
She hastily got to her feet, but before she could leave, a hand grabbed her arm.
"I didn't mean it like that . . . stay . . ."
Kukai gave her a reassuring smile. The cat girl hesitated a bit, but after a few seconds she accepted his invitation.
"Just because I like this bench, doesn't mean I own it," he said with a giggle as Ichigo sat back down. The perky boy was also seated right next to her and she felt very self-conscious being so close to him.
"T-this was my favourite place as well . . . a while back," she said, looking out in front of her at nothing in particular. "Mine . . . and someone else's to be more precise."
She looked slightly sideways in Kukai's direction and noticed that he was staring at her.
"Aaahhh . . . sorry, I didn't mean to say weird stuff like that," Ichigo said, mentally kicking herself. But Kukai shook his head, still looking at her.
"I don't mind. It's nice to learn more things about other people." The mew smiled and nodded.
He is really a nice guy.
"A-anyway," Kukai said, suddenly shuffling closer to her till their shoulders touched. Ichigo froze, feeling her face lit up with an upcoming blush.
What's he doing!?
"I just . . . uh . . . want to give you this."
Kukai gently took her hand in his and placed something small in the palm of her outstretched hand. She narrowed her eyes when she noticed that it was only a biscuit of some sort.
"A biscuit?" she asked, looking at him with question marks in her brown eyes.
"Yeah," he said, shrugging, his right hand scratching the back of his head in embarassment.
"I . . . uh . . . made it and I want . . . uh . . . you to be the first one to try it."
The boy shot her another brilliant smile. Ichigo looked down at the treat again.
That's weird, she thought. Oh well.
She popped the tiny biscuit into her mouth, slowly chewing it, wanting to give Kukai her honest opinion.
Not bad . . . there is an aftertaste though that tasted pretty weird, but I'm not a pro when it comes to baking and cooking, so what do I know?
When she had finally finished eating the treat, she saw that Kukai was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her opinion.
"Not bad at all. But I did taste something peculiar . . . would you mind tel . . ."
Oh my! I feel super weird.
She touched her head with her right hand: Ichigo had a massive headache.
"I-Ichigo?" Kukai looked at her worriedly.
"I just . . ." she said, her vision starting to get quite blurry.
What the . . .
Kukai gasped in surprise and fear when the red-headed girl collapsed forward into his arms.
"I-Ichigo!? Ichigo?"
He shook her shoulders and made her sit upright so her face was in front of him. The boy shook her again, but there was still no response from the girl. Kukai pressed his ear against her chest, desperately praying for some kind of sign of life. He sighed with relief when a faint heartbeat was heard.
What happened then? Why did she suddenly go unconscious?
His eyes suddenly widened.
The biscuit. But that doesn't make any sense . . . maybe it was just the heat.
He looked around, trying to spot someone that might be able to help, but he didn't see anyone in the park or on the streets.
I can't just leave her here and I don't know where she lives.
Kukai groaned in frustration.
What a mess! My place it is then.
He carefully lifted himself up from the bench, his hands still gripping Ichigo's shoulders firmly. A faint blush appeared on Kukai's face.
I hope nobody sees me like this.
The boy flung the unconscious girl's one arm around his shoulders and fastened his arm around her back to get her up from the bench safely. But he hardly gave one step forward when he saw something small and all-too-familiar making his way toward Kukai.
"Daichi!" Kukai said, while trying to get the "sleeping" girl in a comfortable carrying position. "Where have you been off to?"
Before the little chara could reply, Kukai noticed that Daichi wasn't alone.
"What's he doing here?" The brown-headed boy look at the small purple cat with venom in his eyes.
"He wouldn't stop following me," Daichi said, sounding irritated. "I tried to get rid of him all day."
Yoru just shrugged.
"I'm bored, nya," Ikuto's chara said matter-of-factly.
Kukai snorted.
"Well, now you can leave, thank you very . . ."
But before the boy could even finish his sentence, Yoru interrupted him with a surprised mew.
"I know that girl, nya!"
Kukai froze for a second and his gaze quickly shifted to the girl in his arms.
"Uuhh, yeah . . ." he said awkwardly. "Uhm . . . do you perhaps know where this girl lives?"
Kukai hated it that he had to ask Ikuto's chara for help, but what other choice did he have. There's no way he'll be able to find her address on his own, and taking Ichigo to his house didn't appeal to him at all. And who knows how long it'll take for her to wake up again.
Meanwhile Yoru stared at the mentally-struggling boy with a huge grin on his face.
"What will you do for me in turn for this favor, nya?" He looked at Kukai with a naughty gleam in his eyes. Suddenly Daichi bolted forward till he was nose to nose with the cat-chara.
"Kukai doesn't have to give you anything."
The boy gently pushed his chara to the side, staring Yoru down.
"I have a better offer. If you don't show me where Ichigo lives, then I'll be more than happy to tell Ikuto about your and other felines' plot to steal his catnip."
When the little chara heard this words his entire body became rigid.
"H-how do y-you know about that, nya?"
"I have my ways."
Yoru's ears and tail twitched in frustration. Looks like he's going to be happy with receiving nothing from the perky, tanned boy . . . for today.
"Fine, nya. But you better not tell Ikuto anything, or you'll regret it."
"I-Is this the p-place?" Kukai asked, clearly out of breath from carrying Ichigo nearly 4 km.
"Of course, nya. But what are you going to do with her now?"
While they were trekking down the street, it wasn't surprising that the cat-chara wanted to know what had happened to Ichigo and why she was "sleeping". Kukai had reluctantly explained the situation to the chara but had told the story in such a way that it did not seem like he was responsible for Ichigo's state. But Yoru had still looked at him with narrowed eyes.
I sometimes desperately want to know what goes through that chara's head . . . same goes for his master, Kukai had thought, shaking his head.
Back in reality, the brownhead, shifted his attention back to Yoru.
"Is there any way I can get into her room without using the front door?"
Kukai was definitely not going to take the risk of bumping into her parents. He wouldn't know how he will be able to explain Ichigo's unconscious state to them at all.
Yoru looked at him sceptically, wanting to ask Kukai for something again in exchange for his info, but thought better of it.
"She has a balcony," the chara said, closing his eyes with a smirk and pointed to his left. "But good luck getting to the door. As I'm sure you already know: You're not a cat."
Kukai chuckled, rolling his eyes.
"Have you forgotten? Your master is not the only one that can character change."
As the boy made his way to the balcony, Yoru looked at his retreating back with a frown; a mischievous glint in his yellow eyes.
Meanwhile, Kukai finally reached his destination, tilting his head back to look up at the balcony.
It is very high up, but it still won't be a problem for Sky Jack.
He carefully placed Ichigo next to the trunk of a tree in a sitting position on the ground. Turning around to face Daichi, he lifted his hand and shot the chara a thumbs-up.
"Ready, Daichi?"
The little chara nodded determinedly.
"Ready."
It's been a while since I have Character Changed.
"My own heart: Unlock!" Kukai shouted, closing his eyes as light started engulfing his body.
"Character Change: Sky Jack!"
After his transformation, Kukai kneeled down on his skateboard next to Ichigo and carefully scooped the unconscious girl into his arms, till he was holding her bridal-style.
"Okay, let's go."
Using his skateboard, the boy easily shot into the air and landed neatly on the balcony's ledge, shooting a brilliant smile as he did so. While he was jumping down the ledge onto the balcony floor, his skateboard disappeared.
With Ichigo still in his arms, bridal-style, he walked to the closed door, praying that it's open. He fidgeted with the handle on the door and breathed a sigh of relief when the door slid to the left, allowing him access.
Kukai cautiously walked through the open doorway, looking from left to right, making sure that the room was empty. Spotting her pink bed, he slowly walked towards it, laying her down on the soft surface with a sigh.
She was starting to get quite heavy.
He stayed by her side a minute or two longer, looking her over and making sure she's okay and not seriously hurt in some way. Turning around with a nod, he gasped when he saw Ikuto standing in the balcony door's entrance, his gaze dark and menacing.
"What do you think you're doing!?" the lynx boy hissed. "Yoru told me you hurt Ichigo."
Ikuto walked closer to Kukai, shooting a quick glance in Ichigo's direction as he did so.
"What did you do to her!?" the blue-haired boy shouted, grabbing Kukai by the shirt near his chest with both his hands and lifting him up into the air a few centimetres.
"Calm down, Ikuto," Kukai said, sounding truly scared. "Do you really think I'll hurt a girl?"
But the lynx boy ignored him. Kukai screamed as Ikuto lifted him higher off the ground, spun around and flung him through the open balcony door. The brown-head skidded across the paved floor, but jumped to his feet immediately when he saw that Ikuto was advancing closer to him again.
"Calm down, dude!" he shouted, bracing himself as Ikuto towered over him. Kukai pushed the boy away and jumped over the edge of the balcony, gasping as he saw that Ikuto was following him. The blue-head balled his hand into a fist and swung it directly at Kukai's face. He managed to duck just in time, but flinched as Ikuto kicked him right in the stomach instead. Winded, Kukai collapsed backward onto the ground, his hands on his tummy.
"This had gone too far," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Daichi!"
"Okay!" the little chara said.
"Golden Victory Shoot!" the brown-head shouted. A fiery, golden soccer ball whizzed through the air, heading straight for Ikuto. But he easily dodged it, smirking.
"Yoru!" he ordered.
"Nya!" the cat-chara mewed.
"My own heart: Unlock!"
"Character Change: Black Lynx!"
Kukai's one eye twitched when he realized where this was going.
"Are you sure you want to fight, Ikuto? I really didn't harm Ichigo. She just fainted!"
Man, I really hope what I'm saying is true.
"Instead of fighting, why don't we just talk this out?"
But the lynx boy didn't reply. He charged forward, heading straight for Kukai.
"Slash Claw!" he shouted, trying to rake his metal claws down the brown-head's body. Kukai fell to the ground and managed to roll away just in time, missing death by less than a hair-length. He winced as he felt a slight scrape against his skin. Pressing his hand against his wound, Kukai looked up at Ikuto with fire in his eyes.
"Are you crazy!? You nearly tore me to pieces!"
Ikuto slowly started walking towards the wounded boy again, his gaze looking insane.
"Ikuto! I'll show you that Ichigo is alright. Let's just go back to her room and . . ."
"Ichigo is mine!" the lynx boy screamed, picking up his pace and aiming a blow at Kukai's head.
Meanwhile, Ichigo had finally woken up from her trance, but felt extremely lightheaded. She slowly sat upright on her bed, blinking her eyes a couple of times.
W-what happened?
She looked down and lightly brushed her hand against her pink sheets.
And how did I get on my bed?
Ichigo searched her memories, trying to remember what had happened a while ago before she woke up in her room.
Ikuto . . . memory . . . park . . . bench . . . Kukai! I was talking to Kukai . . . and . . . and . . . ugh! I can't remember what happened after that!
She swung her legs over the side of her bed and stood up with shaky legs.
What's wrong with my head? I can hardly think straight at all.
Ichigo narrowed her eyes when she heard peculiar sounds, screams and voices coming from outside her room near her balcony. The red-head walked to the open balcony door, feeling her heart rate quicken when she noticed that it was wide open.
What the hell is going on here?
Reaching the edge of the balcony, a gasp escaped her mouth when she saw the scene in front of her: Kukai and Ikuto were fighting each other like crazy, but what frightened her was the fact that Ikuto was winning and giving Kukai deadly blows.
If I don't do something . . .
"Hey!" she shouted, trying to make herself be heard above the clamor.
"Stop fighting!"
But it didn't matter how many times or how hard she shouted, the two boys couldn't hear her voice at all.
I have no choice.
Ichigo turned around and bolted through the balcony door into her bedroom again. Quickly grabbing her pendant from her desk, Ichigo ran back to the balcony again. She lowered her head and gave the golden item a small peck with her lips. Closing her eyes, she shouted:
"Mew Mew Strawberry! Metamorphosis!"
. . .
. . .
. . .
Aaahhh! Why is nothing happening!?
Opening her eyes, she kissed the pendant again, this time more firmly, but still, nothing happened.
What's going on? I don't remember this ever happening before!
She bashed her pendant against the balcony's ledge.
"Come on, you stupid heart-shaped pendant! I really need you right now."
Ichigo suppressed an angry scowl when the pendant refused to respond to her plea.
I guess I'll have to use plan B now. If I can't transform, then I'll just have to stop them in my human form.
Throwing the device back onto the desk roughly, Ichigo made her way to the bedroom door. Her hand hovered above the doorknob, but before she could touch it, the cat girl mentally shrieked as the knob turned on its own.
Oh no! Someone's opening it from the other side, but . . . I don't think my parents are home and even if they are they would always ask permission before entering . . .
She whimpered when the door finally opened and a strange boy with blonde hair and only a quarter of his face covered with a mask stood in the doorway. His mouth and his right eye (that wasn't covered at all) held a malicious grin. He was almost the same height as her, just a bit taller. He wore black pants with matching black shoes and a dark blue, buttoned-up shirt with the collar raised upward.
Ichigo gulped and urged her body to stop shaking.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" she realized that her voice was shaking a bit. The reason for this was that she knew she won't be able to fight this dude if he decided to attack. She's extremely vulnerable . . .
. . . and maybe he knew it.
This thought made her entire body start to shake uncontrollably and she backed away in fear as the boy started walking closer and closer to her.
It's almost just like that nightmare I had . . . except this is definitely not Aoyama-kun at all.
"I-I don't know w-who you are, but I'm gonna have to ask you t-to leave."
When the boy didn't respond and just kept on shrinking the distance between them, Ichigo knew that she's going to have to make a run for it. She bolted to her bathroom, closed and locked the door.
But if this guy was an alien, then she knew that the simple door won't be able to keep him on the other side. An idea came to her when she saw the cabinet against the wall only a few centimetres away from the door. Climbing on top of it, she braced herself for the stranger to come bursting through the door.
But instead she heard the sound of the lock moving in the door and held her breath when she heard the "click" shortly after. The door was open.
The door swung open and the boy ran through the entrance.
Perfect, Ichigo thought, grabbing the head of the door and using the weight of her body to propell her forward, right through the entrance. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the Mew dashed out of her room.
She started heading down the stairway, but when she got halfway, she screamed in shock when she felt her legs being pulled. Ichigo landed on the stairs with a loud thud, groaning when pain engulfed her side. She was on her back now and widened her eyes when she saw the strange boy standing at the top of the stairwell, his right hand stretched out in front of him as if he was trying to summon something. Ichigo gasped as she felt herself being pulled towards him, up the stairs.
His power is telekinesis! That must be how he also opened the door without putting a scratch on it.
"S-stop!" she screamed, desperately trying to turn herself around and grab one of the steps. She mentally cheered when she managed to get a good grip on one of the steps. The blonde boy scowled when he couldn't pull her any further. He tried lifting her off the ground instead.
Ichigo shrieked when she felt herself being lifted into the air, but the Mew was still able to hold onto the one step. Her body was in a vertical, upside down position now.
Wait! Aren't I wearing a dress . . .?
She briefly looked over her shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that her dress was also being pulled up, so luckily she wasn't flashing at all. But the boy was starting to get very impatient. He released Ichigo and she screamed as she collapsed forward, her dress falling all around her, and she in turn, flashed to the entire world.
"Aaaahhh!"
Ichigo quickly sat upright on one of the steps and pulled her dress down as far as it would go, blushing madly. Her eyes narrowed dangerously when she noticed that the boy was giggling softly to himself.
"P-pervert!" she yelled, sticking her tongue out at him. The stranger replaced his giggle with a smirk and started walking down the stairs toward her.
"Aaahh! Stay away!" the cat girl ordered, turning around and proceeding down the stairwell again. Suddenly her hair was yanked backward hard. Ichigo screamed, halted in her tracks and placed her hands on her head. The boy was using his power to keep her in place. Ichigo's eyes started to water as she tried to break free.
But it was no use. The blonde boy suddenly grabbed her braided twintail himself, pulling her closer to his body.
"Let me go!"
Ichigo elbowed him in the stomach. The stranger immediately released the girl and grabbed his stomach, groaning in pain. She started running again.
"You won't get away that easily," the boy hissed, using telekinesis again to pull her closer.
"Using your power isn't fair," the Mew said, struggling but not managing to break free. The blonde boy grabbed her shoulders when she was close enough. Ichigo tried to kick him, but he wasn't going to fall for that. He pushed her backwards till her back touched the wall. She gasped when she saw that he was getting a cloth out of his right pocket.
He's going to try and knock me out! Well, not on my watch!
Ichigo started thrashing around madly.
"Stop squirming!" the boy said. Suddenly Ichigo gave a huge jump, and since the two are almost the same height, it caused the stranger to fall backward with the cat girl on top of him.
"You're really getting on my last nerve," he said, grabbing the Mew's chest and pulling her forward till Ichigo's face was only a few centimetres away from his. The cat girl seized this opportunity and spit in his brown eye that wasn't covered by the mask.
"Aaahhh!" he shouted, trying to clear his eye with one of his hands. "Why you little . . ."
He rolled around till Ichigo was on her back instead and quickly pushed the cloth against her nose and mouth. The cat girl squirmed a bit longer before the drug took affect, knocking her out.
The stranger heaved a sigh of relief, carefully scooping her into his arms and carrying her bridal-style. He carried her through the front door to a vehicle that was parked right outside Ichigo's house. The boy paused when he noticed that a brown-headed boy with a weird costume and a skateboard in his hand was watching him. The brown-head was gaping at them and the blonde smirked at him, before placing the cat girl in the backseat of the car and climbing in after her.
The car pulled away with a squeal. A certain lynx boy had also saw the blonde carrying Ichigo in his arms and ride away with her. He felt his body getting cold all over.
"Ichigo," he whispered.
Shoo! Finally finished with the longest chapter that I had ever written. Sorry if the characters might have been a bit OOC, but I have watched Shugo Chara a really long time ago and I haven't watched all the episodes.
Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this really long chapter. Hmmm . . . let's try to get to 35 reviews at least, before I post the next chapter.
AnimeKoneko Out!