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Adult ++
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9,003
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The Sun Rises in the East�where�s East?
Chapter Six: The Sun Rises in the East…where’s East?
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Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN Tokyo Mew Mew, nor do I claim any of the ideas, images, or other material of Tokyo Mew Mew and/or all versions/variations/spinoffs of the series. Tokyo Mew Mew was created by illustrator Mia Ikumi and writer Reiko Yoshida and all credit should go to them.
A/N:
-This is my first FanFiction ever. Please review, and let me know what needs to be fixed and improved upon.
-If a sentence begins and ends with **...** then it is a thought and is not said out loud
e.x. **I can't believe that**
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Chapter Six: The Sun Rises in the East…where’s East?
Alternate Universe
The Next Morning
Ichigo awoke with a shiver. The warmth that was with her when she fell asleep was no longer under her and she missed it terribly. And while her body longed for Kisshu’s heat her mind scolded her for wanting him for anything at all. **What are you thinking Ichigo sleeping with the enemy like that!?**
Soon enough she was wrapped in Kisshu’s arms again, however it didn’t last long as he was simply moving her. She wondered why he picked her up so much, after all she could walk and jump just fine; she was a cat after all. Truth was he just wanted an excuse to touch her as much as possible. He placed her on the floor where he had recently laid a mat down. When he got out of bed this morning he realized how cold the flooring was.
The floor was not made out of any material that was recognizable to Ichigo. It was smooth and shiny like glossed wood but as hard and cold as tile. There were no visible marks, no entrances or exits and the walls seemed to melt seamlessly into the floor with no contrast at all. It looked as if one was floating yet your feet were firmly planted on the floor.
However thankful Ichigo was for the rug, it was nothing compared to what was on the mat. Before her was a spread of the most delicious food she had ever seen, but it wasn’t her normal taste, no this was an assortment of fish and milk; some she didn’t even recognize.
“The blue one is from my planet. It is one of the only edible things left. I want you to try it.” Kisshu wasn’t quite smiling and had an odd tone in his voice. It was sadness. Sharing what little he had left of his home with Ichigo made him happy but giving away what was considered a delicacy to him seemed silly and wasteful.
Meows were his only reply and at first he thought she wasn’t going to eat any of it; she had been staring at it so long that he was sure she was rejecting him and his efforts to comfort and impress her.
“FINE IF YOU WILL NOT EAT IT THEN I KNOW PLENTY OF PEOPLE WHO WOULD LITTERALLY KILL TO HAVE IT!” He couldn’t believe her. This was an insult too harsh to bear. Did she not realize the sacrifices that his people made everyday just to eat? What a heartless being humans are to not even consider the pain of others. He wouldn’t share anymore of his world with her.
Just as he was taking the dish away Ichigo pounced on it, hissing her disapproval. It was by far the best smelling fish before her and she very much liked to eat tasty things. She jumped upon the plate took the fish in her mouth and hided to the other side of the room where Kisshu couldn’t get a hold of her prize.
**This smells so good nyaa**
Wow what a treat, she had never eaten as a cat before and was surprised at how her taste changed. While she did enjoy sushi she wasn’t overly fond of fish as a human; preferring cakes and pastries and anything else sweet.
“Now you want it? Give it back you ungrateful brat.” Kisshu wasn’t about to let her have her way, he leapt for her only to fall flat as Ichigo jumped onto his head then leaped off to land behind him just as graceful as a kitten, with her prized fish still in her mouth. She eat bite after bite of the morsel till it was all gone; so entranced by her feast that she didn’t notice Kisshu creeping next to her. And by the time she stopped licking her paws clean of the delicate fish’s taste it was too late.
“I’ve got you now!” Grabbing Ichigo around her abdomen he was squeezing much harder than he realized. But Ichigo fought back, hissing, scratching and biting causing him to let go dropping her to the floor.
“Fine you can stay here alone until you understand that I am the only thing that keeps you alive. I am the only reason you aren’t dead or dying. I could kill you right now with my bare hands, I could never feed you and let you starve and rot in this place, a place where no one can help you. I hate loving you.”
Kisshu hung his head low, his chin almost touching his chest. His last sentence was an after thought. The guilt filled confession that he had told himself so many times, but now for the first time he said it out loud and to the one person he didn’t want to know, didn’t want to hear. His rage had given out. It didn’t matter what he did, how great he was, how no human could compare. Even his kindness was taken for granted he felt. And with only his pain he teleported from his dimension leaving Ichigo there alone, just like he said he would.
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Two day later
The days seemed to last forever in this place. Ichigo hated the silence. There was nothing to distract from it. Only darkness filled this place. The room was lit by its own aura and pulsed with its own energy. There were no decorations, no comforts, nothing but what was needed; a futon made of the darkest wood with deep scarlet covers, a bamboo mat stained black. Every morning there was food laid out on the mat. Always an assortment of milk and cream and today there was an array of sashimi, there was even Fugu. Ichigo had only seen it on T.V. As excited as she was to have such a rare and wonderful dish in front of her she was terrified to try it; she had seen news stories were a couple died because they ate poisonous puffer fish that wasn’t properly prepared.
“Its ok. I’ve had it before.” Kisshu appeared out of no where. The sudden sound made Ichigo’s hair stand on ends and hiss.
“Don’t hiss at me. I’m feeding you.” Kisshu slumped against the wall, ashamed at himself for being so weak against Ichigo. What was it that he loved so much about her?
“You are a brat, selfish and impulsive. You think little before you act and then justify it as ‘following your heart’.” His eyes were closed, closed against on the onslaught of emotions; feelings were foreign to him.
“And now I am justifying my own actions as such. By ‘following my heart’ I have put myself and my people in danger. I have caused my enemies to actively search for me and my whereabouts and have kept secrets from my comrades, my true family.”
He opened his eyes now, looking at Ichigo directly. Hate, anger, and loathing filled his eyes and yet there was a single tear that lingered in the corner.
“You do not know what it means to sacrifice. You and your kind have wasted the land that the great one has given you. You do no deserve the earth, or any place in this universe.”
That was it. How dare he insult her. She had nothing to do with the evils of this world. She was trying to fix it, working as hard as she could to make a difference, to keep the earth green and its people happy and healthy.
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Earlier that Morning
“Ahhh…nnaammmmm”
Kisshu’s face was flushed a deep red; anger, embarrassment and exhaustion and bliss all apparent in his eyes. There is nothing better than releasing and yet noting worse than release into your own hand.
“Shit!” Cleaning himself off he cursed this predicament. The girl of his dream, of his torture, of his every desire was in the room next to him and yet she refused him. Worse yet is that in the two days that had gone by he only gotten a few hours of sleep. Just knowing she was near made his mind reel.
He couldn’t take it he had to see her. He would creep into her room every morning and evening to deliver her meals. Gazed at her while she slept. This had to end; he had to just explain to her how he felt. How selfish she was; how her kind was killing everything and was undeserving of anything. That it he would just tell her off, get if off his chest.
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Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN Tokyo Mew Mew, nor do I claim any of the ideas, images, or other material of Tokyo Mew Mew and/or all versions/variations/spinoffs of the series. Tokyo Mew Mew was created by illustrator Mia Ikumi and writer Reiko Yoshida and all credit should go to them.
A/N:
-This is my first FanFiction ever. Please review, and let me know what needs to be fixed and improved upon.
-If a sentence begins and ends with **...** then it is a thought and is not said out loud
e.x. **I can't believe that**
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Chapter Six: The Sun Rises in the East…where’s East?
Alternate Universe
The Next Morning
Ichigo awoke with a shiver. The warmth that was with her when she fell asleep was no longer under her and she missed it terribly. And while her body longed for Kisshu’s heat her mind scolded her for wanting him for anything at all. **What are you thinking Ichigo sleeping with the enemy like that!?**
Soon enough she was wrapped in Kisshu’s arms again, however it didn’t last long as he was simply moving her. She wondered why he picked her up so much, after all she could walk and jump just fine; she was a cat after all. Truth was he just wanted an excuse to touch her as much as possible. He placed her on the floor where he had recently laid a mat down. When he got out of bed this morning he realized how cold the flooring was.
The floor was not made out of any material that was recognizable to Ichigo. It was smooth and shiny like glossed wood but as hard and cold as tile. There were no visible marks, no entrances or exits and the walls seemed to melt seamlessly into the floor with no contrast at all. It looked as if one was floating yet your feet were firmly planted on the floor.
However thankful Ichigo was for the rug, it was nothing compared to what was on the mat. Before her was a spread of the most delicious food she had ever seen, but it wasn’t her normal taste, no this was an assortment of fish and milk; some she didn’t even recognize.
“The blue one is from my planet. It is one of the only edible things left. I want you to try it.” Kisshu wasn’t quite smiling and had an odd tone in his voice. It was sadness. Sharing what little he had left of his home with Ichigo made him happy but giving away what was considered a delicacy to him seemed silly and wasteful.
Meows were his only reply and at first he thought she wasn’t going to eat any of it; she had been staring at it so long that he was sure she was rejecting him and his efforts to comfort and impress her.
“FINE IF YOU WILL NOT EAT IT THEN I KNOW PLENTY OF PEOPLE WHO WOULD LITTERALLY KILL TO HAVE IT!” He couldn’t believe her. This was an insult too harsh to bear. Did she not realize the sacrifices that his people made everyday just to eat? What a heartless being humans are to not even consider the pain of others. He wouldn’t share anymore of his world with her.
Just as he was taking the dish away Ichigo pounced on it, hissing her disapproval. It was by far the best smelling fish before her and she very much liked to eat tasty things. She jumped upon the plate took the fish in her mouth and hided to the other side of the room where Kisshu couldn’t get a hold of her prize.
**This smells so good nyaa**
Wow what a treat, she had never eaten as a cat before and was surprised at how her taste changed. While she did enjoy sushi she wasn’t overly fond of fish as a human; preferring cakes and pastries and anything else sweet.
“Now you want it? Give it back you ungrateful brat.” Kisshu wasn’t about to let her have her way, he leapt for her only to fall flat as Ichigo jumped onto his head then leaped off to land behind him just as graceful as a kitten, with her prized fish still in her mouth. She eat bite after bite of the morsel till it was all gone; so entranced by her feast that she didn’t notice Kisshu creeping next to her. And by the time she stopped licking her paws clean of the delicate fish’s taste it was too late.
“I’ve got you now!” Grabbing Ichigo around her abdomen he was squeezing much harder than he realized. But Ichigo fought back, hissing, scratching and biting causing him to let go dropping her to the floor.
“Fine you can stay here alone until you understand that I am the only thing that keeps you alive. I am the only reason you aren’t dead or dying. I could kill you right now with my bare hands, I could never feed you and let you starve and rot in this place, a place where no one can help you. I hate loving you.”
Kisshu hung his head low, his chin almost touching his chest. His last sentence was an after thought. The guilt filled confession that he had told himself so many times, but now for the first time he said it out loud and to the one person he didn’t want to know, didn’t want to hear. His rage had given out. It didn’t matter what he did, how great he was, how no human could compare. Even his kindness was taken for granted he felt. And with only his pain he teleported from his dimension leaving Ichigo there alone, just like he said he would.
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Two day later
The days seemed to last forever in this place. Ichigo hated the silence. There was nothing to distract from it. Only darkness filled this place. The room was lit by its own aura and pulsed with its own energy. There were no decorations, no comforts, nothing but what was needed; a futon made of the darkest wood with deep scarlet covers, a bamboo mat stained black. Every morning there was food laid out on the mat. Always an assortment of milk and cream and today there was an array of sashimi, there was even Fugu. Ichigo had only seen it on T.V. As excited as she was to have such a rare and wonderful dish in front of her she was terrified to try it; she had seen news stories were a couple died because they ate poisonous puffer fish that wasn’t properly prepared.
“Its ok. I’ve had it before.” Kisshu appeared out of no where. The sudden sound made Ichigo’s hair stand on ends and hiss.
“Don’t hiss at me. I’m feeding you.” Kisshu slumped against the wall, ashamed at himself for being so weak against Ichigo. What was it that he loved so much about her?
“You are a brat, selfish and impulsive. You think little before you act and then justify it as ‘following your heart’.” His eyes were closed, closed against on the onslaught of emotions; feelings were foreign to him.
“And now I am justifying my own actions as such. By ‘following my heart’ I have put myself and my people in danger. I have caused my enemies to actively search for me and my whereabouts and have kept secrets from my comrades, my true family.”
He opened his eyes now, looking at Ichigo directly. Hate, anger, and loathing filled his eyes and yet there was a single tear that lingered in the corner.
“You do not know what it means to sacrifice. You and your kind have wasted the land that the great one has given you. You do no deserve the earth, or any place in this universe.”
That was it. How dare he insult her. She had nothing to do with the evils of this world. She was trying to fix it, working as hard as she could to make a difference, to keep the earth green and its people happy and healthy.
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Earlier that Morning
“Ahhh…nnaammmmm”
Kisshu’s face was flushed a deep red; anger, embarrassment and exhaustion and bliss all apparent in his eyes. There is nothing better than releasing and yet noting worse than release into your own hand.
“Shit!” Cleaning himself off he cursed this predicament. The girl of his dream, of his torture, of his every desire was in the room next to him and yet she refused him. Worse yet is that in the two days that had gone by he only gotten a few hours of sleep. Just knowing she was near made his mind reel.
He couldn’t take it he had to see her. He would creep into her room every morning and evening to deliver her meals. Gazed at her while she slept. This had to end; he had to just explain to her how he felt. How selfish she was; how her kind was killing everything and was undeserving of anything. That it he would just tell her off, get if off his chest.