BlueMoon Goddess: Finally the last chapter to this story is here! Thank you all for sticking around for seeing how this would end. I'm glad you all enjoyed the story and hope to get more reviews from you in my future TMM stories. Well let's get on with the chapter and see how this story ends, shall we!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew or its character's they all belong to Mia Ikumi and Reiko Yoshida. Also, all credit for the plot goes to Kayla Perrin's book 'Obsession' since this is where the story comes from.

Summary: After Aoyama confesses to an affair, Ichigo's anger leaves her livid and heartbroken, unable to process his attempt to repair the damage by suggesting she have a tryst of her own. Soon though, with a bit of encouraging from her friends, the idea of sex as retaliation begins to intrigue her, and it just might be what she needs before she can forgive Aoyama. And hooking up with Kisshu who's willing to push the limits of Ichigo's needs fits perfectly. Ichigo's greediness for Kisshu was always about experiencing intensity in the moment, but soon the affair runs its course and now it's time for her to focus on her future…with Aoyama. Except Kisshu is convinced he can't live without her. And one way or another he will have Ichigo, even if it means exacting revenge of his own.

Fear spread down Ichigo's back and arm like liquid ice. Slowly, she turned toward the television. Even though she knew what she'd see, she still gasped at the sight. She was on her back on Kisshu's bed, her wrists tied to the headrest, her legs spread and Kisshu's face buried between her legs. Her back was arched well off the bed, as she writhed in ecstasy.

Ichigo jumped up from the sofa and in front of the television, blocking the screen from Aoyama's view.

"I've already seen it." Aoyama told her. "Every last minute."

"H-how—"

"How did I get it? Your boyfriend brought it to me at the office today."

"What?" She said shocked. 'Kisshu was home? He knew where Aoyama worked?'

"I especially love this next part."

"Listen to me Masaya. Kisshu…he's insane. I thought he was out of town right now, but if he's not, we shouldn't stay here. It might not be safe."

"Move out of the way." He said, not in the least interested in what she was saying.

"Please don't watch this." She begged. "I don't know what he was thinking. I didn't even know he'd taped this. But—" Her loud moaning was suddenly too much for her to bear. "Turn it off. Turn it—" She quickly whirled around to shut the television off.

Immediately, Aoyama turned it back on with the remote control.

"Don't do this, Masaya. For God's sake."

"Do you love me?" That was Kisshu's voice. Then more of her moaning.

Unable to stand another minute of this, she pressed the button to open the DVD player. The disc appeared and she snatched it up.

"You told him you loved him." Aoyama said.

She shook her head. It was all she could do.

"I heard you, and more importantly, I saw you."

"It was sex talk, it didn't mean anything."

"You've never…" He swallowed, as though he had to compose himself. "You've never been like that with me. The way you were moaning and moving around, the way you were trembling with pure ecstasy. I don't think we've ever…it's never been like that with us."

Though Ichigo wanted to, she couldn't argue his point. Sex with Kisshu had been one hundred percent uninhibited, partly because it had been taboo, because he'd opened her up to a whole new world of sensation that she'd been afraid to explore earlier.

"And when you were with your little harlot, it wasn't enjoyable? You told me you ate her out. I'll bet you loved that. You probably came in her mouth or all over her face, maybe both. I never wanted you to see me and Kisshu, but at least you know. I'll always have to imagine what you did with her and I can guarantee you, my imagination is much worse."

"He told me you're staying with me only until you can get every cent I have."

She flew toward him and dropped onto the floor in front of him. "Do you believe that? Because if you do, then maybe you never knew me at all."

Aoyama didn't answer, but she could tell by the way his eyes lit up that he didn't believe what Kisshu had said.

"Kisshu…well, he's a little off-kilter." Ichigo told him. "I think he fell hard for me, which I didn't expect because it was just an affair. But he wasn't happy when I told him it was over."

"Did he know that? That it was 'just an affair'?"

She opened her mouth, but she didn't say a word. It was a valid question, and for the first time she realized that she hadn't approached her affair with Kisshu as just an affair. At least, those weren't the ground rules that had been laid out at the beginning. She knew Kisshu was falling for her and a part of her had been falling for him.

"Did he?" Aoyama asked again.

"Did Kai think you were only sleeping with her?" She shot back. "Both of us did things we shouldn't have." She went on. "Should I have handled him differently? Yes, I know that now. But it's over." Tentatively, she reached for Aoyama's face and caressed it. "You are the only man I love. Despite everything, I still love you."

"Then why did you tell him you love him?"

"Because…" What could she say? Because he was playing with her pussy, holding her sexual release hostage until she told him what he wanted to hear. No, she couldn't tell Aoyama that. "It was sex talk." She said. "Please Masaya, I don't want to talk about Kisshu anymore. Nothing good will come of it." She placed her hands on her fiancé's leg, ran them up and down slowly, seductively. Maybe she needed to show him how much she still wanted him and their relationship.

They would make love, right here, right now. If Kisshu was lurking outside, surely he would've been pounding on the door by now. No, he wasn't ease-dropping. He had make sure to give Aoyama a copy of the DVD, hoping that would be the last nail in the coffin on her and Aoyama's relationship. And with him out of her life, she would have no choice but to be with Kisshu. But that wasn't going to happen.

"I want to talk about us." She said. She moved one hand to Aoyama's groin and stroked him through his pants. "Or maybe we don't have to talk at all."

He placed his hands on hers, stopping them. "You're not serious?"

"Why shouldn't I be? I want to fuck you Masaya."

"Ichigo…"

"What, you don't like to hear me swear? Because it's dirty? Just like enjoying oral sex is dirty? I'm your fiancée, soon to be wife, Masaya. We should be doing everything together. Oral, anal, whatever we want to do isn't dirty."

He jerked backward. "Did have anal sex with him?"

"No, no! All I'm trying to say is that whatever we want to explore is okay. That's what married people do."

"I need some time…"

"I need you to touch me." Ichigo took Aoyama's hand and placed it on her breast. "I need you to taste me." Once again she stroked him, stroked him until he grew hard. "I like that Masaya. I like it a lot."

He closed his eyes. "I keep seeing him doing that to you."

She pulled her blouse over her head, then unsnapped her bra. "Touch me…please."

He opened his eyes, opened them but didn't really see her. He kept his attention on her face, never lowering it to her naked breasts.

"Pl―" Suddenly he covered a breast with his hand. "Yes." Ichigo purred. "Touch me Masaya."

His hand moved over her breast. Slowly, like he was getting reacquainted with it.

"Play with my nipple." Ichigo played with her other one until it grew hard, something she hadn't done in front of Aoyama before because she knew he would've seen that as too brazen. He definitely enjoyed her breasts, but he'd always taken the lead when it came to sex and she'd let him. But now, he wasn't reacting with disapproval at her touching her own body. Instead, he looked from one breast to the other, his groans growing deeper.

"Oh yes, just like that."

Aoyama's breathing was heavier now. Her panties were getting wet. Rising, she straddled him on the sofa. "Take my nipple in your mouth. Both if you can. Lick them…suck them."

He gently kneaded her left breast before edging his head toward her nipple. She watched as his mouth got nearer, then as his lips slowly parted, a jolt of delicious heat shot through her even before his tongue made contact with her skin.

"Masaya…" She closed her eyes and savored the pleasure of her fiancé's tongue on her. He moved slowly at first, gently flicking his tongue over her nipple, around the areola. A little nip, a brief suck. She purred. "Do you have any idea how good this feels?"

Aoyama groaned, the sound ripe with his pleasure. Then he drew her nipple completely into his mouth and suckled her hard. Suckled her as though he hoped to swallow her nipple. Beneath her pussy, his cock grew into a hard, throbbing weapon. One she needed to conquer. He grabbed her other breast, none too gently and pushed it toward his mouth, then his tongue moved from one nipple to sample the other. He sank his teeth into her nipple, not enough to hurt, but enough to give her a small dose of pain with the pleasure. Then he went back to the other nipple and did the same thing.

"Yes." Ichigo moaned. She wanted the same kind of wild, uninhibited sex with Aoyama that she'd experienced with Kisshu. "Oh God."

Rocking his cock against her pussy, he squeezed her breasts together and took both her nipples into his mouth at one time. As his tongue worked over her nipples in a frenzy, she moved her head backward and moaned in ecstasy. Ichigo picked up the pace of their hip movements, the friction on her clit heating her entire body.

All of a sudden. Aoyama whipped their bodies around so that she was on her back and he was between her legs. However she opened her eyes once she felt his body heat leaving her. "Masaya?" She wondered confused on what he was doing. They were enjoying it, especially him, so why was he suddenly stopping?

"I can't." He backed away from her.

The words crushed her. "Masaya please."

"I can't. Not after seeing how you were with him."

"Don't do this." She said, softly sobbing. She got onto her knees and reached for him. "I want you Masaya. Only you."

He got off the sofa and started from the living room. "I have to go."

"No!"

He didn't listen. He sped out of the living room while she struggled to put her bra on. Once she finished. She ran through the living room to the front door. It was open and she raced through the hallway. He was standing in front of the elevator, as though he'd had a change of heart about leaving after all.

"Masaya." She called.

He turned to face her, his eyes growing wide with horror. As his gaze lowered to her chest, she realized that she didn't have her top on. She glanced around the halls and saw one of her neighbors looking at her with interest.

"Get back inside." Aoyama said.

She quickly stepped backward, moving out of sight of nosy eyes. She was too defeated to be humiliated. "Please come back in." She called from around the corner. "We need to talk about this."

"I'm coming back." Aoyama replied, his voice sounding strained.

The seconds ticked by. She would've moved back to see where he was, if not for the neighbor across the hall. Finally she saw him coming around the corner and Ichigo's shoulders sagged with relief, but then she saw another shadow fill the doorway. She guessed who she sensed before she saw, and fear trickled down her spine. Kisshu stepped fully into the foyer, his gaze immediately falling on her. As he looked her way and smiled, she saw the glint of a blade in his hand. He closed the door and turned the lock.

"Hello Ichigo." Kisshu said, his smile appearing genuine, which, under the circumstance, only made it creepier.

She raised her hands to cover her chest, looked from Kisshu to Aoyama and then back to Kisshu. Rather, she looked at the knife in his hand.

"So here we all are." Kisshu said. "Maybe this is the way it needs to be."

"Let my fiancée put a shirt on." Aoyama said.

"There's no need. Her breasts are covered, plus I've already seen every inch of her body. Which you know if you watched the video."

Aoyama said nothing, and neither did Ichigo.

"Ah, kitty-cat." Kisshu said sadly.

"W-What are you doing here?"

"You mean, why am I not in Paris?"

She nodded, slowly.

"I needed to know Ichigo. To know if you were telling the truth about us, and now I do."

Her chest constricted and she could hardly breathe. This had been a test. An elaborate trap and she'd fallen right into it.

"Why don't we all go to the living room?" He suggested. "Where we will be more comfortable."

Ichigo didn't budge. Neither did Aoyama. But she saw Aoyama's eyes moving around frantically and she could tell that he was trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Kisshu was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and he had the knife mostly hidden beneath it. But now, he pulled it out, revealing a blade that had to be at least ten inches long.

"If you don't move." Kisshu began calmly. "I can assure you that this knife will go easily into your back. And once you're on your knees, I will slit your throat."

She gasped. If she had any doubts as to whether or not Kisshu could be a killer, those doubts quickly fled her mind.

"Go Masaya." Ichigo said. Kisshu had murdered their cat, she knew he wasn't bluffing.

"You too." Kisshu told her.

Aoyama began to move, heading toward the kitchen. She walked slowly behind him, her heart pounding frantically.

"And if you even think about grabbing a knife, remember that I'm just behind your fiancée. If you do anything stupid, I will slice her from ear to ear."

This wasn't an idle threat. She didn't want to believe Kisshu would hurt her, but she did.

"I won't do anything." Aoyama promised. He held up his hands as he continued to walk. "Look, you can see my hands. I'm not going to grab anything."

"Good." Kisshu said. "I would hate for this to turn ugly. All I want to do is talk."

In the living room, Aoyama and Ichigo stopped in front of the sofa. She reached for her discarded shirt and slipped it on.

"Sit. Both of you." Kisshu said.

Ichigo lowered onto the sofa, never taking her eyes off him. Aoyama sank onto the sofa beside her.

Kisshu positioned himself in front of the coffee table, then started to speak. "I wish we could be meeting under better circumstances, but love isn't always easy. Aoyama, by now you've seen the video?"

Aoyama hesitated, then nodded. "Yes."

"So you know exactly the depth of your fiancée's feelings for me. And mine for her. I'm here to ask that you let her go quickly."

Ichigo had no doubt that he had been spying on her while he was supposedly in Paris. Watching to see if she met Aoyama, maybe listening in on her phone calls. And even though he clearly knew that she had met Aoyama during his supposed absence, still holding out hope that they would be together. In his mind, all he had to do was get Aoyama out of the picture, and she would be his.

"Ichigo." Kisshu said. "This will be easy. You'll gather your belongings, all your clothes, whatever you need. You'll pack your things in suitcases and put them in my car."

She looked to Aoyama and swallowed.

"If you let her leave quietly Aoyama, then you'll live. It's as simple as that. If you fight me, you'll die."

That couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it. "And what if I don't want to leave with you? Will you kill me too?" Ichigo asked.

Kisshu's expression was almost that of a parent looking at a misbehaving child. A kind of loving disapproval. "I know you don't want to hurt your fiancé. You're a good girl. You feel guilty for leaving him, but it's the right thing to do."

"Is that what you want Ichigo?" Aoyama asked her.

"No." She answered right away and placed a reassuring hand on his knee.

She didn't plan on it, but she couldn't help herself. Which was why she knew she couldn't leave with Kisshu. She was too emotionally spent to pull off such a ruse. Besides, she didn't want to…not anymore. Which meant that Kisshu might kill her. Ichigo faced him, debating what she would say to him. She decided that all she could do was plead, hope that the love he'd felt for her would allow him to do the right thing.

"Kisshu…" She began softly. "Don't do this, please."

"Did you tell him?" He asked, and the way he looked at her made dread fill her stomach like a lead weight. She started to shake her head, her eyes imploring him not to ask the question, but he continued. "Did you tell him that you're carrying my child?"

She buried her face in her hands. 'Oh God no…'

"What!" Aoyama exclaimed.

Ichigo couldn't look at her fiancée as he tugged on her wrists, forcing her hands from her face. "Is that true Ichigo?"

He sounded downright terrified. Tears started to fill her eyes.

"Tell him kitty-cat." Kisshu wore a smug smile.

"Are you pregnant with his baby?"

She began to softly sob.

"My God." Aoyama said, and he slowly got to his feet. "You are!"

"I don't know that it's his." She quickly said. "The baby…it might be yours."

He began to pace.

Ichigo glared at Kisshu. "How could you? How could you do this?"

"He needs to know. He needed to know that that we conceived a child in love. Do you think he will be with you now? He won't Ichigo, because he can't forgive you." Kisshu took a step toward her. "But I forgive you."

Through her tears, she stared at him in confusion.

"I know what you were trying to do before I got here. It's why you were topless." He kept moving, getting closer. "But I forgive you because I love you. Without you, without our child, my life is nothing."

Ichigo threw a glance at Aoyama, imploring him to look at her, to understand that it didn't matter who the biological father of her child was. As far as she was concerned, Aoyama was the father. She didn't care what the tests might say.

"He saw the video of us together." Kisshu went on. "Do you think he can accept that you were with another man? No…and why not? Because he feels he owns you. Look at him. He's like a caged animal, ready to strike out. Maybe he would hit you if I weren't here."

She stared at Aoyama, who stopped pacing and looked from her to Kisshu. His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily. He was glaring. Though she didn't want them to, Kisshu's words got to her. Was any man, pushed beyond an emotional limit, capable of violence? No, she couldn't believe it. Aoyama was angry yes, but never had he raised a hand to strike her.

"If he loved you, he would forgive you and welcome you back with open arms." Kisshu said.

She tried to swallow but found it difficult around the lump that had lodged in her throat. She met Aoyama's gaze, held it, then he looked away.

'Was Kisshu right?' She thought. 'Was Masaya unable to move past my affair? Even though he'd been the one to push me into the arms of another guy, would he never be able to forgive me?' She turned away, unable to look at him, knowing that it was truly over.

"I forgive you." Aoyama voiced.

Spinning around, Ichigo faced him, her heart filling with hope.

"I truly forgive you Ichigo." He said. "None of this would've happened if it weren't for my mistake. And if you're pregnant, I will raise the baby as mine."

"Oh Masaya." She began to cry harder, knowing without a doubt that he was the love of her life.

"I meant what I said." Aoyama went on. "Now and forever."

She started toward him, but then Kisshu was there, stepping between them. His eyes flashed fire as he stared at her. "That's the wrong decision Ichigo."

Very calmly, Kisshu turned and slashed Aoyama across the chest.

"No!" Ichigo screamed, and leaped for Kisshu's arm. Easily, he threw her off him and then turned the knife on her.

"I'll give you one more chance to change your mind." Kisshu said. "Next time, I will slit his throat."

Shakily she nodded. "Okay, okay."

He offered her his hand and slowly she gave him hers, then pulled her to her feet. Her eyes quickly went to Aoyama. He was on the sofa now, clutching his chest, blood staining his white dress shirt.

"I'm okay." Aoyama said. "The wound isn't deep."

"Let's stop wasting time." Kisshu said, stepping backward. "Get your things Ichigo, now."

She was shaking, terrified. But something suddenly clicked. 'The gun.' She had bought it the day Kisshu had "left" for Paris and looked up videos on YouTube on how to handle and use it. And now she's very thankful that she had purchased it because it could definitely come in handy. If she went to pack her things as Kisshu wanted her to do, she could get gun that was tucked under her bed.

"I will." She said to him, then turned to Aoyama. "He's right. I fell in love with him. I didn't want to hurt you, but….I don't want to be with you anymore."

Something flashed in his eyes. Hurt? Did he believe her words?

"I'm going to leave with Kisshu." She went on. "But Kisshu, you have to promise not to hurt him. There's no need. The police will be involved, then we can't be together." She forced a smile.

"I've always thought about this and I know where we can put the body." Kisshu assured her. "It's where I would've put Tetsuya's had I been able to kill that bastard when I tried."

'So he wasn't planning on letting Masaya live despite what he'd said.' Surprise must have registered on her face, even though she didn't want to show any sort of alarm. If Kisshu sensed she doubted him, he would kill Aoyama, and her, before she had a chance to get the gun.

"Yes, I was going to kill that awful man for you. The way your fiancé should've found out the person who attacked you and killed him. But he wasn't man enough. He's not strong enough to protect you. I will always protect you and our child."

'What had happened to Kisshu to turn him into such a monster?' Ichigo wondered. The brutal sting of rejection? Or was violence a part of his nature, the way others were kindhearted, or mean-spirited? Ultimately it didn't matter, she needed to get to the gun and fast.

"I know you'll always protect me." Ichigo said to Kisshu. And for good measure she approached him, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "I'll get my things now."

She went to the bedroom and left the door open. She didn't want Kisshu getting suspicious. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute, and her hands were trembling so badly she didn't know if she'd be able to shoot the gun. She knew it was loaded. She kept it that way so she wouldn't waste time trying to put bullets in it.

Ichigo rummaged around in drawers, threw clothes onto the bed. She made the sounds of someone packing their things, but with every second that passed, she feared Kisshu would finish Aoyama off with the knife. The man was unpredictable. Crazy.

Glancing behind her, she couldn't see him, which meant he couldn't see her from her vantage point. Slowly she crept onto the floor and reached under the bed where the gun was. She reached her hand under the bed...

"Ichigo."

Her heart jumped, she quickly got from the floor to see Kisshu standing in the doorway.

"Do you love me?" He asked.

She forced a smile. "Yes. Yes Kisshu, I love you. I think I loved you right from the beginning."

His lips pulled in a grin. "Do you need any help?"

She saw movement past him and her eyes flitted in that direction. Aoyama was trying to move slowly across the room to the kitchen. Kisshu's eyes instantly vanished and following the direction of her gaze, he whipped his head around.

"Son of a bitch!" Kisshu exclaimed, moving quickly into the living room. "Get back on the sofa!"

"Look I'm sorry." Aoyama said. "I just wanted to stretch my legs."

"Do you think I'm joking?" He bellowed. "You think this is a game?"

It was now or never, before Kisshu killed Aoyama. She didn't waste another second. She got back onto the floor, reached for the case the gun was in. Quickly punched in the code and pulled it out. She eased back the safety the way she saw how it was done, then hurried out of the bedroom.

Aoyama stood with his hands outstretched, hoping to keep Kisshu at bay. Kisshu had his fingers curled around the knife and was slowly raising it.

"I told you not to try anything stupid." He said to Aoyama. "I almost wasn't going to kill you because of Ichigo, but now you're going to die."

"Don't touch him!" Ichigo yelled, and both men turned to face her.

Kisshu's eyes widened in alarm, then settled as understanding registered. "Kitty-cat." He began, the hint of a laugh in his voice. "What are you doing?"

"Step away from my fiancé." She said through clenched teeth. She guessed Kisshu didn't want to see if she was serious or not because he took a few steps backwards. "Masaya, come beside me. I don't want you to get hurt."

"What, you're going to shoot me?" Kisshu asked, his tone incredulous.

Aoyama came to her side. "I'll take the gun."

"No." She shook her head. In the moments it would take for the gun to change hands, Kisshu could leap over the sofa and stab at least one of them. "I can do this."

"You really believe you can shoot me?" Kisshu asked. "There is something undeniably special between us Ichigo. We are as one. The way God meant for a man and woman to be."

She didn't answer his question, instead she asked her own. "Did you kill my cat?"

"Don't you remember how I made you feel in bed kitty-cat? Everything we did, that was love. We made a baby because of our love."

"Did you kill my cat?" She repeated, slower this time, her breathing loud and labored.

"The cat. The fucking cat!" He spat out. "Every minute you were running home to feed the stupid thing."

Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, but she blinked them away. She needed to see Kisshu clearly when she shot him. "And that's why you killed him?" She asked.

"It's amazing how easily you can wring a cat's neck. It was fast, so you don't need to know that he suffered."

"You son of a bitch!" She screamed.

Kisshu then lunged around the sofa, the knife raised. Ichigo squeezed the trigger and squeezed. The bullets struck her target and blood popped out on Kisshu's chest. She saw the confusion pass over his face before his eyes seemed to lose focus. He then collapsed down at the side of the sofa, not moving. She started crying hysterically. Suddenly she felt Aoyama's arms around her. He clasped his hands over hers and forced them down.

"It's over Ichigo."

"He killed our cat." She sobbed, hysterical now, meeting Aoyama's gaze. "The bastard killed Kite!"

"Shhh, Ichigo, its okay now." Aoyama said reassuringly, and took the gun from her. He placed it on the decorative table behind them. "Ichigo, it's okay." Then he drew her into his arms and held her while she cried.

A few weeks later…

Aoyama was right. The wound he'd suffered had been superficial. He would have a scar across his chest, but he would be okay. Well, as okay as anyone could be after nearly being killed. After enduring the wrath of a madman and living to tell the tale.

Ichigo thought she would be an emotional wreck after shooting someone, but she was strangely at peace with what she'd done. Especially when she found out that she really didn't kill him. Once she had called the police and they arrived, they had checked him and confirmed that he was still alive, only passed out from some of the blood he lost. However now Kisshu was sitting in a jail cell for trying to kill Tetsuya, and for other crimes held against him. Based on the evidence they had on him, he'll be in jail for a long, long time.

A strange part of her was happy she didn't kill him. She wasn't sure if she could live with herself if he was killed, even if it was self-defense. She wasn't a killer. Still another part of her wished she had killed him so she wouldn't have to deal with him and knowing he was dead and gone. Even so now, she cursed the day she had ever met him, but she could live with herself. Because with him locked away with no chance of being let out, she and Aoyama were free.

Perhaps having come close to death Aoyama made the fast and easy decision that he no longer cared what happened between her and Kisshu. Even if the child wasn't biologically his. He assured her that he meant what he'd said as Kisshu had threatened their lives, that he would raise the child as his, no looking back. And Ichigo loved him for that.

They both agreed that they would sell their apartment. Especially once they replaced the bloodstained carpet. She knew she couldn't live there anymore, raise their child there and Aoyama felt the same. A new home would be a fresh start.

A week had passed since she'd shot Kisshu. A crazy week with questioning from the police and intense media attention. Ichigo didn't admit to the reporters her affair, only friendship with Kisshu, but she had to tell the police everything. The media reported that Kisshu had been a friend who'd become obsessed with her, and had wanted to kill her fiancé in the hopes that he could have her for himself. She was sure that at least some people would be skeptical of the media slant and draw their own conclusions, but she didn't care what they thought. She had her family to think about. Family that included a baby, whose paternity she needed to determine.

She was surprised when Aoyama told her Thursday night that he wanted to go with her to her doctor's appointment on Friday. On one hand, she wasn't…he'd spent pretty much every moment with her since the incident with Kisshu. But she knew that despite his bravado, he had to be worried that the baby wasn't his. And for that reason, she didn't expect him to want to go with her while she had the ultrasound. But he did go with her, and even held her hand as the technician applied the cold gel and ran the probe over her belly. They both cooed when they saw and heard the baby's rapidly beating heart.

"I meant what I said." Aoyama began softly when the technician was out of the room. "I consider this baby mine."

Ichigo placed her palm over his cheek. She wanted to say something, but her emotion filled her throat. Here they were in a predicament she wouldn't wish on an enemy, and yet Aoyama and she were closer than ever. If only they hadn't had to hurt each other to get to this point.

"I love you." She finally said. "And I'm so, so sor―"

He placed a finger on her lips. "No looking back, remember?"

Slowly she nodded. "No looking back."

The sound of the door turning had them both looking in that direction. The ultrasound technician came back into the room.

"So…" Ichigo said, anxious. "How far along am I?"

"From the size of the baby, it looks like about twelve weeks."

"So the light period I told you I had?"

"Spotting is common with some women during pregnancy." The technician explained. "Especially early on."

Ichigo's chest filled with warmth. "I'm twelve weeks along. You're sure?"

"I'm sure. You due date is February twenty-third."

Aoyama let out a whoop of joy. Looking at him, Ichigo saw an expression of happiness she'd never seen on his face before.

"Our baby." Ichigo said softly. "Our baby."

The technician approached her and Aoyama and handed them a small, square piece of paper. It was a picture of the image they'd seen on the screen. "I figured you might want this." The woman said, smiling fondly at them. "And that's it, you're free to go,"

Accepting the picture, Ichigo gazed at the image of the baby through happy tears. It was small, but the shape was clear, she could see the distinct form of a tiny, tiny baby.

"Our baby." She repeated, looking from the picture to the man she loved. "It's not Kisshu's." She went on, now that the technician had left the room.

Beaming at her, Aoyama placed his hand on her stomach. He had to have been worried and now he literally looked like the happiest man on earth.

"I love you." He said and kissed her. Kissed her through his own tears and laughter.

Giddy, they pulled apart and once again stared at the picture of their child. "I think it's a girl." She said.

"A girl." He echoed, his tone filled with awe.

"Yeah…a little girl. I feel it."

Aoyama nodded. "I feel it too."

"Oh my God, we're going to be parents."

"The best parents the world has ever seen."

She took his hand in hers. "Our baby."

"Yes Ichigo, our baby." He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again, a kiss that was full of love and the promise of a happy future.

Ichigo knew they had a long road ahead of them to repair the damage they'd both done to their relationship. But Aoyama's kiss proved to her they could get through it.

BlueMoon Goddess: And it's done! I hope you guys enjoyed the story. Thank you all so much for those who have read, followed, favored and reviewed this. Also I hope you are all content with the outcome of this story. I already mentioned that Ichigo and Kisshu weren't going to end up together and that she would get back with Aoyama. But don't worry, I have other ideas for stories where it'll be mainly Kisshu and Ichigo ending together. I do have another story in mind which I hope to start later on within the year, though I'm not sure (I'll see how it'll go). But while waiting for that, I do have a few one-shots I plan on doing with these two, so be on the look-out for that. Until next time guys! ^_^