Disclaimer: Tokyo Mew Mew belongs to Mia Ikumi and Reiko Yoshida! I don't claim ownership. But if someone could just give me Kish or Ryou . . . ^^ The song "I Feel" belongs to Boxcar Racers, in other words, that's not mine either.

*Ichigo's thoughts* /Kish's thoughts/

This is my first TMM fic so please be nice. ^_^ I just thought this would be an interesting situation . . .

Edit - 10/14/13: I am not updating or continuing this story in any way! I'm just fixing typos and that Tart issue. Please don't judge my writing based on this story, as it was written almost a decade ago. I am glad people are enjoying it and that's why it stays up.

"Well Mew Ichigo? Aren't you going to kill me? "Preserve justice" and all that?" Kish was laughing. She held his doom and he laughed.

Mocking her.

{Sometimes, I wish I was brave,

I wish I was stronger,

I wish I could feel no pain}

"I'll shoot this at you, you know! I'm not weak!" she yelled, glaring at him. Kish smirked.

"All we ever wanted to do was save this stupid planet because it was ours. You Mew Mews appeared and stopped us. It was our *home* Ichigo. Do you understand that? You have one I think, don't you, kitten? You have a home, and Masaya, and a perfect life in which you fight evil invading aliens and everything always turns out at the end of your fairy-tale life."

{I wish I was young,

I wish I would try

I wish I was honest,

I wish I was you not I . . .}

"What are you talking about? You think my life is perfect, Kish?" Ichigo opened her mouth, all set to berate the alien for daring to think that she had no hardships. He smirked at her, that was infuriating! She held a weapon, the combination of all the Mew Mews power, begged off of Ryou, that could obliterate him. Remove annoying, amorous Kish from the universe forever.

He'd taunted her in front of Masaya. That alone was unforgivable.

But Ichigo couldn't stand how he stood there, laughing at his death as if it was nothing. He looked at her blankly, his dark eyes challenging her.

"Aren't you going to kill me yet Ichigo?" /Hey, didja know . . ./ Kish thought, leaning back on his hands on the rooftop they stood on. /That I never wanted to hurt you?/

{Cause I feel so mad,

I feel so angry,

I feel so callous,

So lost, confused, just mad}

Ichigo faltered, the familiar heart-shaped tool in her hands faltering. "I want to!" She yelled. *But I don't want to as well. I'd think of Masaya and I'd always think of you. Because you liked me too. You're just . . . different then he is.*

Kish shook his head. "Mortals. Can't you do it?"

"O-of course I can. Don't you dare move."

Kish grinned. "That's why you're so cute. You always think you have the upper hand."

"What do you mean, geek? I do have the upper hand!"

"Ah, ah, ah." Kish rose into the air, his black eartails brushing against his face, the night seeming to accept him sinking into it, helping to hide him again. "No, you don't, kitten." He said softly from behind Ichigo.

{I feel so cheap, so used unfaithful,

Let's start over, let's start over . . .}

"Don't turn," he said quietly and Ichigo could hear the absence of a smile in his voice. It was strange; the emptiness in his tone, and it almost scared her.

"We probably won't play again, now that everything's over and done. So I'm just going to say goodbye now. Is that okay with you?"

Ichigo nodded silently.

"Good."

{Sometimes, I wish I was smart,

I wish I made cures for . . . how people are,

I wish I had power, I wish I could leave,

I wish I could change the world for you and me . . .}

"Did you know I'm going to miss you? I wasn't supposed to get attached; we were here to get our home back. Earth. Our beautiful planet. Then you humans came and messed that all up. Our plan was to kill you all. Revenge and all that. Ichigo, I'm gonna miss you. Okay? Just wanted you to know that. So goodbye."

Ichigo spun around to face . . . darkness. Her cat-like eyes widened. "Kish? Kish? Where are you?" There wasn't an answer.

"K-Kish . . ."

The alien had already flown over several buildings and turned as a voice called out to him. "You take care of that old hag?"

"Tart, I *really* don't need this right now."

"Oh fine." The boy flew around him, grinning. "How much can you take before you snap? Huh? Huh?"

"TART!" Kish yelled. "Bug! Off!"

"Ohhh. It doesn't take much does it?" Tart bounced around, still smirking. "Still love her, huh?"

"Hn." Kish went silent, ignoring her. Tart sulked, gliding along next to him.

"Stupid. This wasn't part of the plan," the boy egged him on, as if Kish weren't painfully aware of that already.

"Like I care." Kish shot back, looking away from her. "I cared about that mortal."

"And here I thought this was all a game to you."

"It was!" /And, somehow, it wasn't apparently./ Kish bit his lip as he felt something pricking at his eyes. /Darnit. Picking up human emotions too./

{Cause I feel so mad,

I feel so angry, I feel so callous,

So lost, confused, just mad,

I feel so cheap, so used, unfaithful,

Let's start over,

Let's start over.}

"I believe what you're feeling is called either break-up or helplessness." Tart grinned.

"Maybe it's both!"

"Who asked your advice on my life, brat?" Kish asked, cursing at the crack in his voice. Tart grinned, tilting his head.

"Me. And I'm merely advising your love life, advising your LIFE would take a lot longer."

"Shut. Up. Tart."

not sure if I'll continue this... should I? ^_^ Please review!

8:34pm 1/3/04