Monkey: 'ello, 'ello old chaps!
Kish: Your British now?
Monkey: Nah. I'm just bored. Hens: Story time!!! Ppl don't like my other one, I guess… oh well… here is a little scribble about Ichigo and Kish!! Hehe.
Kish: Really?! Yes! Okay, now I'm happy!!!
Monkey: Good! Now, do disclaimer!!
Kish: Monkeygurrl-san owns not of TMM or any other really good animes and/or manga's she wished her actually did own.
Monkey: Oh, but the possibilities…
YoU wAnT mOrE?
IcHiGoXkIsH oNe sHoT
"Die die my darling, don't utter a single word, die die my darling, Just shut you pretty mouth."
-Aiden :Die Die my Darling:
:Rated for lime:
It was as normal a day as normal could be. And it started out so vividly… Yet, foggy. All She could remember was being in her room, reading.
The lights where dimmed as a soft Strawberry candle make her room fragrant. Ichigo was sitting on her big, puffy pink and white bed, her red head held up by pillows. Try as she might, her mind wondered to other things besides The Catcher in the Rye book she had to read for Literature class.
(A/N: The book that made that guy kill John Lennon… Oh, well. It's a great book anyway… nut jobs)
The more she thought about it, the more she felt like her life seemed planed out. Except for the whole Mew thing, but… now, it didn't seem as bad as she thought. The possibility of dying was there, but she made so awesome friends and they relied on her. Never had she been relied on!
Moe and Miwa, her best friends, never relied on her. They always told her she was a little ditzy, so not worth asking for help. But, when she was Mew Ichigo, she was stronger, braver, and felt more… alive.
Lettuce, Mint, Pudding and Zakuro relied on her. They where her friends, her co-workers and her co-fighters.
Ichigo always has a problem with being alone and that's was Blue October's Into the Ocean was on, giving her the impersonation that someone was there.
But, what made the whole room spin was when Kish suddenly appeared in front of her, smirking, leaning over her on his knees. "Sup, Kitty?"
Ichigo's eyes widened, pushing the book towards him, trying to push him away. "Kish?! What the hell are you doing here?!" She tried to kick him away. "What do you want?"
Kish grinned and pulled away from her, walking towards her closet. "Well, I don't mean anything by stopping by." He said, walking around cockily. "But, there is one thing I wanted to give you."
"Oh?" Ichigo glared. "Any way would that be?" She would never tell the alien boy, but she had always considered this situation. All alone, in her room, with Kish. But then again, she thought this about Ryou, Masaya, Keiichiro… It wasn't her fault! It was 17 year old hormones.
"Not much. Just this." He pulled out a green bottle from the pocket in his baggy shorts. "It's a special drink, I thought you'd enjoy. Want a taste?"
Ichigo raised her eyebrows at Kish, glaring a little. "I could only imagine what was inside." She jumped off her pink bed and walked over to her door and opened it. "Now, if you please?"
She turned towards Kish, only to have him stuff that stuff into her mouth. Her cry of surprise was muffled by the liquid slipping down her throat, but something felt weird about it. The drink didn't feel normal. But all she knew was she wanted more.
Kish took the rest of the bottle and dumped it on himself. "You want some more?" He asked, a smirk on his face. Ichigo's eyes went hazy and she jumped on him, tearing off his shirt.
Kish had Pai create some weird concoction that was made to have Ichigo crave the taste no matter what. And right now, that was all she wanted. She licked Kish's neck down to his chest, just lapping up the stuff.
Suddenly, Ichigo stopped, seeming to remember that this was Kish. But, then he dumped more on himself, not wanting Ichigo to stop. She looked down at it, trying to make herself stop from wanting to lick it, but she just continued.
Eventually, Ichigo ripped off Kish's shirt and pants and just as she did that, Kish got an amazing idea. He dumped the last of the stuff on his legs, seeing where it got him. Ichigo immediately looked down and blushes when she did.
He was very… big. And… long. And the drink was calling her. Unable to refuse, she latched on, sucking and licking. Kish threw his head back, moaning as loud as he could. Never before had he felt this. She moved up and sucked his head, realizing she had taken off all the drink from him, but didn't want to stop.
Kish pulled her off and looked into her eyes as he unzipped her dress slowly. It was everything he wanted and he was not done yet.
Monkey: Well, there it was. Whelp, what do you think?
Kish: I love you… :Smiling stupidly:
Monkey: Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Please, tell me what you think…