I saw a fan art and was inspired to write this story.
No bashing please, this is just a unique pairing in my opinion and I think it would be cute!
Tokyo Mew mew is property of Mia Ikumi and Reiko Yoshida.
This fanfiction is based on the U.S. Version of Tokyo Mew Mew, where Masaya is Sixteen and Zakuro is seventeen.
WeaknessA ZakuroxMasaya pairing.
A quiet bell rang, alerting the indigo haired girl. She looked towards the front door of the café, her eyes met those of a boy with black messy hair and dark brown eyes. She stood, resting a hand on her hip as she gave a stern look in his direction. "Ichigo's not here." She said bluntly, picking up some dishes infront of her and grudgingly moved them to another table as she picked some more up. The café had closed only minutes before, Zakuro had stayed behind to close and lock the doors.
"I know." He said calmly, walking in and looking around. "I was just.."
"Look. She went home, It's about time you did too." Her voice was cold and her eyes narrowed, she watched him for a moment, before turning away, wiping off a table with her rag. She figured he would leave as she went to the kitchens. She rinsed out her rag and returned shortly however and began washing off the last table.
"I was actually, looking for you." He said casually, looking around at the pink-ness of the café and looking slightly confused, thinking ' guys designed this?.' He then quickly looked at her to see her reaction.
Zakuro sighed, "What do you want?" She tossed her long hair over her shoulder, her eyes scanning him over. He was a good-looking kid. There was no doubt in her mind why Ichigo liked him, though she wasn't so sure of why he was here…looking for...her.
"Well, I was wondering…" he started, but hesitated. He looked around for a moment and then he grabbed a chair and flipped it around. He sat on it, resting his folded arms on the back of the chair. "I was…wondering, if I could talk to you about Ichigo."
Zakuro blinked in confusion, but after a moment, she nodded. "Okay Masaya, but hurry. I have to close today." She made her way over and sat in a chair across the table from him.
Masaya seemed to look at her intently…then he said "You know…I'm confused…Ichigo, she…She tells me about Kisshu…the alien. It's been a while since she's seen him last, what with him deciding to return to the ship. I…think she misses him."
Zakuro blinked, for a moment she was confused… "I thought you two decided to forget about the aliens, and the 'sin'-as you call it- that you commited.", She spoke, of the fight between deep blue and the mew mews. She then hesitated, "didn't you return from your schooling to be with Ichigo?"
Masaya nodded, "I think, however…she longs to see him…" he said as he looked away.
Zakuro wasn't sure why he was telling her this, nor why he kept insisting that Ichigo liked Kisshu. "Masaya? If she does want to see him, Does that bother you?" her voice was unsteady and her eyes narrowed once more.
He took a deep breath, looking up at her… "Of course it does…but not so much…" he said after a second thought. He scratched his head, a slight look of agony flashed upon his charming features.
She became uncomfortable. "It…doesn't? Why not? Masaya, you're not making any sense…" She released the rag she was holding, letting it sit on the table as she sat forward, watching Masaya with a curious stare.
"Well, she doesn't know yet…as far as I know, she has no suspicion…but I've grown tired of this childish fantasy. It's already fading from me…"
Zakuro gave a cold scowl as she tried to understand what he was saying. "I'm not quite sure what you're saying…Do you mean, you don't love Ichigo?"
Masaya seemed to struggle with himself for a moment and then…quietly…gently he said… "I…do…but…I find it hard to resist falling for someone else…Someone…a little more…Mature." He said with a nervous swallow.
"Someone else?" Zakuro stood as she picked up the rag, pushing in the chair and heading towards the kitchen. She tossed the rag, watching as it rolled off the counter and into the sink. She then turned back. "Who?", she asked in disbelief.
Masaya looked up at her…his troubled expression faded and he looked away…his expression became solemn and he muttered "One of her friends…"
Zakuro straightened things, and said "hold on…" she flipped off the lights and headed towards the front door. "Let's continue this outside…"
His footsteps, slow and sluggish followed her towards the door. "Okay…"
Zakuro held the door open for him, locking it as she waited for him. Once he was outside, she let the door swing back and close. She turned to look at him, "Now, which one of her…" There was no finish to her question, nor was there a reply from Masaya…
In the few seconds she had taken to lock the door, Masaya had been fighting with himself, trying his hardest to choose what to do, and without a moment's hesitation, he had taken this chance… It was…too perfect.
Zakuro found herself shocked and unmoving as Masaya's lips were suddenly pressed against hers. His hands held her by the shoulders and she was now against the door.
Simple-Magic: Tada! how was it?Write a review! Or I won't be able to write the next story! > ;; Isn't this an interesting story now?
Masaya: trying to strangle me
Zakuro: ...Sick.
Simple-magic: I know i was a bit unfair to the poor characters...but Oh well! I'll start working on the next chapter RIGHT AWAY! so write reviews...when i get...five... i'll write the next one : is hoping for the best.