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"Suspenseful Meeting"

Sun rays beamed in through the uncovered window, hitting Ichigo in her face as she rolled over and grunted with displeasure. Sounds of bird's songs filled her ears softly urging her to awaken from her dreamless slumber. Opening her eyes Ichigo looked straight ahead of where her view was, but all she could see were blurred images, so she blinked a couple of times causing her bedroom to finally come into view. Turning her head back towards her window full of blinding sun, she leisurely reached up and brushed her finger tips across its smooth glass.

"It's Morning."

The night of torture has ended.

A screeching sound filled the room and she turned hastily in its direction.

Her alarm clock was going off.

Ichigo tried to sit up only to have nausea hit her at full force. She groaned holding her head in her hands. Clutching her red hair as she took in deep breaths of air, her stomach lurched and for a second she thought she was going to vomit.

She groaned pitifully and pressed her face into her pillow squeezing her eyes shut. She felt dreadful.

She tried to sit up again this time succeeding. She noticed she was still in a towel that she'd come to loath in such a short period of time. Wanting nothing more then to go back to bed, but remembering her promise to Lettuce, Ichigo forced herself to get up to get ready to go to school.

Stumbling out of bed she made her way over to her dresser and picked out her school uniform and quickly got dressed. She put her hair in two pigtails while looking in the big mirror that sat on top of it, not really paying that much attention to her reflection as she did so.

While fixing her hair however, Ichigo did catch a glimpse of the heavy dark circles under her eyes that had been brought on by her lack of sleep.

She got some skin colored makeup and began to smear it on underneath her eyes. Hoping it would make it so her friends and other classmates wouldn't notice. She didn't really need any unwanted attention.

Catching the time Ichigo then made her way out of her room and through the kitchen where she grabbed a strawberry flavored granola bar and made her way out the door. But not before leaving behind a white linen towel, stuffed forcefully into the garbage can, alone and forgotten.

Ichigo walked along the side walks of Tokyo, the heat and humidity swarming around her like bees as she made her way through the crowds of small children and adults that were trying to escape the heat with methods such as eating ice cream and drinking cold beverages, while some of the more elderly people on the streets used small, old fashioned fans.

Busy cars zoomed down the streets causing sounds of horns and angry peoples yells to fill her ears. She continued on trying not to draw to much attention to herself as she walked down the cities busy streets. Quietly she munched on her granola bar, a blank look on her face. After a while she found herself unwillingly thinking back to last night. It had been the closest contact she had ever had with him. Never before had he come so close to her. He had actually come at a time when she had been home, at a time when she wasn't sleeping, after he had chased her through the night. He had called her and-"Because…I love you." Ichigo froze in mid step. Strangers bumped into her as she suddenly stopped some making rude remarks while others just continued on with their own business. The remarks fell upon deaf ears. There Ichigo stood in the middle of a street, strangers making their way around her as she stood their like a statue. Some eyed her weirdly but she paid no attention, too focused and absorbed in her own thoughts.

"Love?"She whispered to herself. Standing there for a while Ichigo thought about how his voice had sounded. It hadn't been the type that you would expect to come from a man who had ruthlessly terrified you and stalked you. His voice had sounded…sweet and soft, gentle and…dare she say …innocent? Almost as if he had been afraid to talk to her. Could he have really meant it? She quickly shook that thought out of her head. It was completely preposterous. Yeah right, how could someone who does those things to her be innocent? Let alone tell her they love her. "But…he really did sound genuine."Ichigo bit her lip a mix of worry and confusion evident on her features. Soon she began walking again.

Not really paying attention to where she was going, she hadn't done that for a while now. Ichigo just let her feet take her to the place she was going, relying on her subconscious to put her on the right path. Which worked out well enough, but it normally made her late. So imagine her surprise when Ichigo actually found herself arriving on time to school. Looking around Ichigo noticed other students still walking through the schools doors while others were lingering outside chatting in large groups. "This is a shock." She thought before slowly walking to the schools doors.

She walked through the halls, mechanically dodging the people that got in her way. Taking her time at her locker. Her fingers shook a little making it hard for her to put in the correct combination for the lock. "3…1… Shoot!" She growled in her head as her incapable fingers caused her to miss the last number. "Damn." She cursed under her breath. Suddenly Ichigo stiffened...someone was behind her.

"Hello." A voice greeted warmly from behind her as she was making a second attempt at her locker. Ichigo turned around at the sound.

When she turned around she met with a pair of solid brown eyes staring in what seemed to be happily at her. "…Hello Aoyama Masaya." She breathed a blush spreading across her cheeks, momentarily forgetting about her locker problems as her heart picked up its pace. Aoyama Masaya had been Ichigos crush since sixth grade, for five whole years, yet she could still just barely get up the courage to talk to him. Her mind became fogged as she drank him in with her eyes. His tan skin and clear complexion seemed to glow before her glossy orbs, giving off a healthy appearance. His gorgeous shiny black hair fell upon his forehead in strands combining with his skin tone to make his sweet brown eyes pop. The scent of his cologne filled her nose with a sweet fragrance, while he smiled perfectly at her, small white teeth in a straight, perfect row.

His warm smile caused her heart to slightly pick up its pace some more.

"How have you been Momomiya-san?" He asked her, his voice just as warm as his smile. "Fine Aoyama-san, thank you for asking." She replied remembering that just a year ago she would have called him Aoyama-kun instead off san like she had been doing sense the first day she met him, but it would risk too much now.

"Are you having trouble with your locker?" He asked her taking note of her trembling fingers that still continued to clutch her lock.

"Oh!" She gasped when noticing her fingers were still attached to it. "Um…a little." She admitted shyly.

"Would you like me to help?" He offered as kind as ever.

At first she really considered it, almost taking him up on his offer, but in the end she decided against it. She didn't want anything bad to happen to him because of her. She wouldn't now how to live with herself if anything actually did happen because of her, especially if it was over such a little thing as him helping her with her locker.

"Thanks but...I can do it myself. It's only going to take me a little bit."

"Are you sure?" He questioned, his voice holding shock, that she missed.

"Yep, I'll be fine." She answered flashing a sweet smile of her own that was a just little bit fake.

"Alright see you around." He said be for turning to leave.

"See ya." She replied before watching him go with a heavy heart until he was out of her sight.

Sighing she turned back to her locker this time getting her pesky fingers to put in the correct combination.

"I have a feeling this is going to be a long day."

She then finally grabbed all her books, put her shoes in her locker, changed into her school shoes, and headed for class, making it on time just right before the bell rang.

Just as she had suspected the day went on to progress slowly. Ichigo walked through the halls heading to her sixth period class. Not only had her day been unbearably slow, but she had come to realize that she was behind in many of her classes. The reason that had caused this was because of her many absences from school. This frustrated her greatly. Not just the fact she was behind, but also the fact that if she didn't get her grades up and started coming to school on a regular basis she wouldn't be allowed to graduate. She would have to repeat sophomore year.

It had come to a shock when one of her teachers had told her the bad news. She truly hadn't known how much school she had been missing. Ichigo guessed that because she most of the time fell asleep in class was why she hadn't noticed she was behind.

She continued on her way thinking of what she could possibly do to get her grades up.

"Ichigo!" A familiar voice called from somewhere ahead of her out of nowhere.

Ichigo stopped when she saw one of her best friends come running up to her. Moe raced up to Ichigo with a big smile on her face.

"Ichigo!" Moe chirped happily wrapping her arms around her tightly.

"Hey."

"Ichigo I haven't seen you in so long! Where have you been?" She asked feverishly.

"Sick." Ichigo responded blandly. Moe frowned, her eyes narrowing with concern.

"Sick?" Her voice sounded like she didn't believe her. Her eyes seemed to pin Ichigo in place. "That seems like a long time to be sick."

"Well I also haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately." She responded, all the while trying to keep her voice even.

"Oh…okay!" Moe chirped again forcing a smile. She still didn't believe her but she was going to let the subject drop for now. She after all did not want to be too pushy and make Ichigo angry. "I'm glad you're feeling better."

Ichigo watched as her friend smiled at her. Feeling relief wash over her.

"Well I have to get going!" She went on "So Ill see you soon." She ran past and down the hallway.

"Oh and by the way, I love how you accessorize!" She called over her shoulder. Then she laughed as soon as she was around the corner.

Standing there Ichigo wondered what she meant by accessorize. The only thing that she wore that could be labeled under the word 'accessory' was her hair ribbons, and she'd been wearing hair ribbons since she was little, so she wasn't doing anything different. This remark really puzzled her.

"Did I put two different ribbons in my hair by mistake?" She wondered. Yes that could only be the real explanation. All though she was pretty sure she had put in two regular red ones. Suddenly the bell sounded. Ichigo looked around to see that the hallway had all cleared out. She was late.

"Oh no!" She gasped running with all her strength. This wasn't going to be good...

"Miss. Momomiya it appears you are late…again." Mrs. Yuka sensei sighed irritably from behind her desk. Ichigo stood in the front of the classroom. The other student's eyes watching her every move. Awaiting the punishment their sensei would give Ichigo for being late, because they had no lives of their own.

"Hai sensei." Was her only response to her teacher.

"Do you care to tell me why?" Mrs. Yuka pressed.

"I was talking to my friend and lost track of time." She answered quietly.

"Do you think that is a good excuse?" Her sensei went on annoyingly.

Ichigo quickly shook her head wishing in her mind that her teacher wouldn't make her stay after school.

Mrs. Yuka sighed again. Turning to look at Ichigo, Ichigo saw her eyes were full of stress, but they did hold slight concern. She ran her hand through her thinning white hair, her thin, wrinkled lips pursed.

"Miss. Momomiya, you are aware of your current dilemma in school right?"

Ichigo nodded her head, feeling embarrassment from all the eyes that were burning holes into her back.

"Look I know that loosing your parents must have been hard…I can only imagine how it would feel to loose my own at such an age."

Ichigo looked up at her teacher in surprise.

"But don't you think that they would want you to keep trying your best?" Mrs. Yuka inquired. Her voice was very low as she said all this, not wanting the others to hear their conversation, her pale brown eyes staring intently for Ichigos reaction to her words.

She stared at her sensei with wide eyes for a couple of moments. Then her eyes narrowed as anger spread through her, charring her insides.

The woman was lucky Ichigo didn't hit her, despite being the elderly lady she was. Who was she to talk about it like it was just an everyday thing? It sounded like she was saying

"Oh I know it must be hard but you should just get over it, there are more important things to worry about."

"No you can't imagine, you could never imagine the pain I went through! The pain I'm still going through!" Ichigo hissed in her head angrily, rage over whelming her, but just nodded on the outside. After all Mrs. Yuka was right about one thing. Her parents would want her to do her best, though they wouldn't want this bitter old woman telling her such things.

"Okay, you may have your seat now."

Ichigo turned and began walking to her desk. Thankful Mrs. Yuka hadn't said anything about her staying after school.

"Oh: and Miss. Momomiya?"

"Yes sensei?" She replied tiredly.

"I would appreciate if you didn't wear jewelry to school anymore." Mrs. Yuka told her warningly.

Ichigo stopped dead in her tracks. A cold feeling coming over her. She looked down at her shoes and the white tile underneath them, not really seeing.

"…What? Mrs. Yuka I'm not wearing any jewelry." She laughed nervously.

"Don't try lying." Mrs. Yuka accused.

She spun around. "I'm not lying!" Her voice holding anger and grief, why was her teacher being so terrible to her?

"Don't even try it." Mrs. Yuka warned. "I'm not blind, I can see it warped around your neck."

Ichigo raised her hand up to her neck in disbelief praying she would find nothing. Her hope diminished as soon as her fingertips came to brush against a ribbon of smooth fabric.

Her senses left her. She couldn't hear the words of her teacher. She couldn't feel the people looking at her in perplexity. Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and then it was put on fast forward. Ichigo leaned forward then began running towards the door.

Once her hand had reached the door knob she jerked it open with a mighty pull. She ran down the hallway turning narrowly around its corners. She ran until she found the girls bathroom and once inside time seemed to slow once again.

Panting and out of breath she walked up to the mirror and gasped. There snugly tied around her neck was a black cat choker. It had a small silver bell that looked as though it had been polished.

Hyperventilating, she raised her hand to it, just like she had done in the classroom. Her hand fingered the bell feeling the cold metal touch her warm skin.

"…by the way, I love how you accessorize!" Moe's words filled her head.

"…He…" She gasped.

She felt nausea's again. Clutching the bathroom sink for support she weakly looked back into the mirror. She began clawing at it, trying frantically to get it off her. She succeeded ripping it off herself. She clenched it in her fist for the longest time before finally bringing herself to look at.

The first thing Ichigo noticed was that a tiny piece of cloth was sticking out of it. Inspecting closer she realized that it had been used to silence the bells ring so it wouldn't have alerted her of its presence.

Forever seemed to pass…nothing but her breathing echoing throughout the room full of toilet stalls, until she asked a question not to herself, but to the one that had bestowed her with the bell with her not knowing, the one that couldn't hear her.

"Why won't you just give up?" She asked the air shakily, filling with anxiety.

"What do you want from me?"

Again his words came to her.

"I love you."

She began to weep openly pressing her forehead against the cold porcelain of the sink, only stopping when her eyes were completely dried out of their tears. What would compel a person to say such things?

Taking long and deep breaths she brought herself to examine it once more. Holding the choker up to the light she stared closely seeing that there were letters on the bell.

Bringing it to her face she strained her puffy red eyes to read the inscription. Upon reading it she became utterly stunned. She read it a couple more times before time before hastily shoving it in her skirts pocket.

"Deep breathes, that's it just take deep breathes it will be okay it will all be okay. This all will be over soon."

She couldn't let this get to her. She needed to be strong. She thought about how she had been acting lately. She thought about her sob feasts and breakdowns and for some odd reason her face flushed with embarrassment, from where she did not know. Perhaps it was from the feeling of being weak? The only thing she did know was that for some strange reason deep within her heart she felt like she was over reacting. Which her mind thought was strange. Didn't she have every right to react like this? Didn't she have the right to be afraid, to cry? Her mind thought so. Yet she couldn't escape the feeling in her heart that these reactions were wrong. It felt like it knew something that the rest of her did not, and this intrigued her to no end. It was the reason she could never throw out any of his gifts which her closets were now over flowing with the feeling of her heart always stopped her. This made her feel foolish.

The thought of her previous reaction crossed her mind and she immediately gasped out in alarm. Her hands flinging up to the sides of here face. She was dead. The thought about what the school would do to her was too much to bare. Not only would it affect her already poor record with the school system, but it would also further damage her school reputation. She really had to get things under control.

"Well there's no use bruiting over it." Her view was.

Soon after she decided to go back to class and take her sentence of judgment from Mrs. Yuka about her bizarre behavior.

Ichigo wiped her eyes and began to splash her face with cold water trying to make it seem like she hadn't just been crying. When she found herself presentable enough she decided to leave. However just as she was walking out she ended up walking into someone who was getting ready to walk in. Bumping into the person Ichigos nose ended up hitting their chin.

"Ouch!" She cried rubbing her nose. While the girl she had run into proceeded in rubbing her chin.

"Ichigo?" A voice asked.

She knew that voice.

"Lettuce?" Ichigo answered.

Lettuce to took her hand away from her chin and looked at Ichigo with happiness

"You came to school." She declared although shyly.

"Of course I promised didn't I?" She smiled happy to see her friend after so long.

Suddenly Lettuce hugged her. She had been worried about Ichigo for so long, and not seeing her for sometime had only racked her nerves even more, so it was of great relief to see her standing before her now.

Ichigo hugged her back, finding the comfort she had been yearning for, for so long.

"I was really worried about you Ichigo-Chan." Lettuce whispered.

"I know I'm sorry." She replied.

Lettuce pulled back to look at her face, and her eyes abruptly became huge.

"What happened?" She gasped frightfully, seeing Ichigo's red eyes and pale face for the first time.

Ichigo started feeling prickly all over from nervous tension. Lettuce worried enough as it is, it most of it if not all of it was her fault. She new the strain she was putting on her friend.

"What?" She questioned, pretending not to know what Lettuce's question was about. She needed to make Lettuce believe the lie she was about to tell. Another lie on the ever growing web of deception that she had wove for one purpose only…

Too protect her friend.

Ichigo put on her best wondering face, bringing her hands behind her back in order to look more convincing.

"Your eyes are all red!" Lettuce went on hastily continuing on with the accusation that she had been crying, which in fact she had.

"Oh that!" Ichigo chirped, giving a false laugh. "I've just developed allergies is all! Over this past year of been starting to get sniffles and such. Now it seems it has gotten to the point where my eyes get all Itchy. So when I scratch them they of course tend to get all red." She did her best fake giggle. Praying she had pulled it off.

Lettuce eyed her suspiciously for she had never noticed anything that had to do with so called allergies when it cam to Ichigo, but considering the fact that Lettuce in truth hadn't seen her that much made it quite possible that Ichigo had developed them and she had never noticed on the rare occasions that she had actually been able to see her, that and the fact that Ichigo had never been a very good lair. At least that's what she thought. So as for now she'd let the topic rest. Though she was now going to watch Ichigo more closely than ever.

A loud raging noise suddenly interrupted Lettuce's thoughts and Ichigo's tension.

They both jumped at the sound of the bell ringing in their ears. Within moments the place was full of slamming lockers and students rushing to their next class. Apparently between Ichigo's crash of emotional stability and her reunion with Lettuce she had missed Mrs. Yuka's whole class.

Only one thing crossed her mind. She was in big trouble.

Soon Lettuce bid her a farewell not wanting to be late for her advanced physics class. Ichigo watched her depression ever growing.

This was going to be a long day.

His face was buried in the sleek fabric of a red silk pillow as he lay outstretched on the bed he had been forcing himself to stay off of for so long. His imagination was running wild as usually thoughts were swarming in his head.

He panted as the thought of two people sleeping with each other on this bed every night, holding each other, loving, caring, and their bodies intertwining in passion came to him when his walls of protection were down. It was the sort of affection he could only ever dream of. The sort of affection he craved so viciously from his special person.

He growled.

Flipping on his back Kisshu stared at the ceiling, his thoughts digging themselves deeper within his brain.

She had been so beautiful.

Last night he had gone back to her apartment, filled with both anxiety and excitement. He had picked the lock on the door that time around, because he had figured that by then she would be in bed. A pretty good call as it soon turned out. He had slowly crossed the threshold from her front door to the open door of her room. Sticking close to the dark shadows of her hallway until he reached his destination, and that was where he had become breathless, all the air leaving his lungs as he had forgotten to breathe.

Because there in the brightness of the lightening that flashed so wonderfully across the sky of Tokyo, was his gorgeous maiden wrapped in a white linen towel. Her hair had been twisted, a complete adorable mess that had fallen in a very lovely way around her face and lay perfectly against her shoulders. Her face, though tear-stained, had still been so radiant with her small nose and divine lips, with her long thick eyelashes that always complimented her eyes so very nicely.

He had been hypnotized. Her beauty had halted him; leaving him standing in the middle of a doorway where god knew he shouldn't be. Staring at the person he knew he shouldn't be trying to have.

But the iron cord that was stuck so deeply in his heart, the cord that reached out and connected his heart to her, could never be broken, not even by Gods law.

He loved her.

Not just for her looks, but for herself. He loved the way she cared about people, he loved the way she was stubborn, and he loved her mind, the way she laughed, how even in the darkest of days she would still try to smile. He loved so many things about her. That they just couldn't be contained. No matter how hard he tried. He needed her.

He remembered how when he had finally gotten back the strength to walk he had gone straight to her bed without a thought. He had just knelt down and stared at her again for what seemed like hours, and within time he had slowly began to reach for her. Gently his hand had come down to rest against the side of her face. Her skin had been so soft and warm, so welcoming that he couldn't stop himself from wanting to feel more. Without thinking he had begun to run his hands along her neck and shoulders, something he could have never dreamed of doing until then. In truth he had never intended to touch her for he had feared that if he had he would taint her, but the urge had been far too great to be ignored. He had continued to feel her skin eventually moving to rubbing her up and down her arms as well.

She had sighed in her sleep; it had been out of sheer contentment from the feel of warmth he had provided and that had made him happier then he had ever been. He had done something to make her feel good, him! Even if it was a small thing such as giving her heat it still made him so happy that it brought tears to his eyes.

He laid his head down right next to her face while he was still kneeling on the floor. Her breath fanned his lips, quite seductively. Even in her sleep she was an involuntary temptress.

"You tease me to much with this agonizing torture." He'd whispered to her with a bittersweet smile upon his face, the tears still flowing, not realizeing he had been spoken out loud.

"How do you expect me to stay away? How do you expect me to control myself, when it is you that breaks the barrier of my mental state to which I have no idea what I am doing?" Even then he couldn't fathom what he was doing, he didn't know why he had been kneeling on the floor being way to close to her then he should. Probably staining her purity with his bare hands, but none of that had occurred at that time. All that had mattered was how wonderful it had felt, to be close to her, inhaling her sweet scent, touching her. Her lips had been so close.

"So tempting…" His inner thoughts had whispered, as he'd sunk deeper into his daze. Unthinkingly he'd moved his face closer until the tips of their noses had almost touched. Her breath still fanning his lips, he'd craned his neck until his head was in the right position. He had been hungry for a forbidden kiss.

"Don't…"

The sound of her voice had broken him from his trance and caused a panicked gasp to escape from his lips.

Was she awake?

No she'd be screaming.

"Don't leave me…mommy, daddy please."

He had been looking at her alarmed. Then it all clicked.

"That damn drunk driver." The words had rung clear reminding him why she was all alone.

What a fool he had been. All that time of touching her, being about to actually press his lips upon hers. He had forgotten about how hard he was making her life.

He really was stupid.

When he had first met her she had been trying to cope with the lost of her parents, she had probably been just about to come with terms. Then he had come into her life out of sheer impulse.

"I'm so scared." She'd cried. "I don't know what to do."

He'd reached for her.

"He frightens me."

That was when he froze, that time out of shock, and hours had seemed to pass though in reality it had been mere seconds before he leaped back so far that his back had hit the wall.

With his eyes covered with his hand. He had stood hunched over; if you'd looked hard enough in the dark you could see that he was shaking, shaking with unimaginable agony.

She'd cried because of him,

All the joy he'd felt left him all in that moment. He needed to leave he couldn't stay here and watch her cry in her sleep all because of him…everything was because of him.

"But first…" He had whispered in a shaky breath walking little by little back to her when he had gained enough courage.

After all it would have been a waste to have come all that way...to bear the pain... and not give it to her.

After he'd been done tying the precious trinket around her delicate neck, he left his heart still in the impaired state it had been. It hadn't solved anything to go there.

Now the day after that night he was even worse. His hands clenched with the memory of her skin brushing across them.

His lips ached with the longing for her lips to quench the burning sensation that had been caused by that almost kiss.

Nails digging into the silk sheets he lay upon he wondered how it would have been if she hadn't started crying. Would he have gone through with it?

Yes of course he would have, because he was a fool.

Only a fool would hurt the one he loved, only a fool wouldn't be able to find the strength to leave; only a fool would keep interfering with her life.

Only a fool would be thinking about what he was.

"No I won't do it!"

There is no way it's possible he thought.

He sighed rubbing his temples. He didn't know what he was going to do.

He needed to see her again, he knew that, but could his heart take another indirect rejection?

Ichigo was walking home it had been a terrible day. She'd almost been expelled. Mrs. Yuka had been furious with her behavior, and as a result had consulted with the principal. She had been sitting there in the main office awaiting her doom when just when her school life was going to end forever she'd been saved by the school nurse and school consular.

They had been able to convince the principal that it was all the result of emotional imbalance, that loosening her parents so suddenly and having to be forced to work so she could support herself while living all alone, had been the result of all the numerous misunderstandings.

Not to far from the truth in all actually.

When she got home she decided she would go to sleep right away. She was feeling incredibly sluggish.

Reaching down she felt her pocket where the chocker was safely nestled inside, for the third time.

The trees branches above her swayed in the wind. Adding on to the feeling she got whenever she touched it. The feeling was something that was not fear but something else, something she couldn't explain. Subconsciously she took it out of her pocket and tied it back around her neck, feeling its cold metal graze her skin. It gave off a startlingly pleasant sensation.

She began walking again letting the heat of the late afternoon sun consume her. It was surprisingly very bright today considering the storm that had occurred during the night.

When she finally made it home, she walked up the metal stairs that she had almost hurt herself on least night in her frantic escape. Life was just full of rainbows.

She walked through the door and ended up tossing her keys onto the counter when she got to the kitchen while letting her briefcase just fall on the ground with a clack.

She kicked off her shoes when she got to her room and fell on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She yawned tiredly.

"Maybe tomorrow will be a better day." She thought before drifting off to sleep. She slept through the skies magnificent transformation, turning orange with streaks of gold and purple, then slowly disappearing as it faded from the world and became darker and darker, the day slowly turning into enthralling night with its bright twinkling stars spread across it.

Meanwhile as she slept a certain desperate lover had made up his mind, and was stealthily making his way through the night to his beloved's home to see if once and for all if she had finally accepted one of his gifts. He again used the front door believing she would be in bed by this time. When he made it to her room he was more careful this time so he would not be sucked into her beauty. He could not afford to make the same mistake. Running his fingers through his hair he took a deep breath his yellow eyes glowing like those of a cat as he scanned her room until he finally stopped at the bed seeing she was still in her school uniform he figured she must have gone to sleep real early or she had just been to lazy to pick out some pajamas. Either scenario would fit.

Silently he searched around the room to see if he could find the chocker anywhere, he even searched through her draws being very careful not to touch any of her undergarments for fear he would be tempted to steal some of them. Yes even in his anxiety state he would have perverted thoughts and reactions, a side to him that had only started this past year and a half.

"Not here either maybe she threw it out?" He whispered desolately.

"Either that or it's in her closet." He went on in his head miserably.

He was just about to give up when Ichigo turned in her sleep sounding off the bell she had forgotten to take off. Like an angles whisper it sounded in his ears.

He gasped.

Whipping around he looked at her his eyes full of shock. He walked over to her forgetting to be quiet letting himself fall on his knees before her in a thump.

His mouth hung open, she was wearing it.

It was there nestled perfectly on her neck. She hadn't rejected him. He fingered the bell, purely astonished. He felt himself almost burst with joy. He was too happy at that moment he didn't notice that Ichigo was starting to stir. Slowly she became aware that she was in bed but still wouldn't open her eyes finding herself in a peaceful place not feeling the presence right next to her. She sighed so softly that even Kisshu couldn't hear it.

"This is nice." She thought dreamingly. It was the first time in a while she had gotten a good sleep. "Maybe I should go to sleep earlier more often… oh but know I'm going to be up all night." A price to pay for falling asleep to early, oh well it was worth it.

Suddenly a scent hit her nose; it smelled like cinnamon spice and roses. It was intoxicating. Ichigo opened her eyes lazily not really seeing at first. Then everything became clear in a flash and she was looking up into bright amber eyes that widened with the realization that she was awake. Time seemed to freeze, with them just looking at each other. Neither one of them knew what to do. Ichigo's mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes wide with terror. Kisshu stiffened not knowing what to do. She was awake, she was seeing him! Ichigo's hands clenched her bed sheets. She trembled all over. In one swift movement she was up against the windowsill her nails digging into its wood. It was him. It took her a moment to take him all in, and that was when she saw what was different in his appearance. He had what seemed to be forest green hair, and glowing cat eyes, he was extremely pale, and had a lean and muscular body. Although these features weren't very unusual there was some thing that caught her completely off guard. His teeth were like vampires. They were pointed and bigger than the average humans, and although this frightened her even more, (she couldn't yet see his ears because it was to dark), she couldn't stop herself from realizing how beautiful he was, but this was the man who had stalked her, the man who had frightened her for all this time.

Kisshu couldn't move, he kept thinking of different things he could do to make her forget about this.

"Who are you?"

Kisshu gasped.

"What do you want with me?" Ichigo asked beginning to sob.

He looked at her eyes full of alarm. Never had he meant to scare her like this. Scare…That struck him hard.

Why was she so afraid of him anyhow? Why?

He felt something unusual start to take his senses. It started in his chest like a burning fire then made its way up into his throat charring him on the inside. Tears began to prick his eyes but they were not tears of hurt…they were tears of anger.

Why did she have to be afraid of him anyhow, because god had cursed him? What had he done to deserve this anyhow?

She'd accepted the bell, so why was she acting so frightened? He had never done anything to hurt her, all the things he had done were out of love. Just…love.

Why had he been damned? Out of some sick joke?

He began to burn up with hate for the world.

Ichigo watched his face begin to contort with anger, making him look deranged in the darkness. Whimpering she tried to move back even farther.

Both their hearts were hammering in there chests.

Kisshu focused on her at the sound of her whimper. Her hair was tangled and messy, and her clothes were wrinkled from being slept in, her tears added to the great look of distress she displayed. This did nothing to put out his anger.

He wanted her so badly, more than life, more than death, more anything…

And he would have her...my god he would have her.

She was the only thing that mattered.

She was his Koneko-Chan.

What he did next scared Ichigo almost to death. If she hadn't been so healthy even at her age she might have had a heart attack. He began to reach for her, his long fingers outstretched, coming close enough to brush across her skin.

She jumped up.

Out of complete terror she bolted out of the bed jumping off to the side to avoid his ready hands and quickly fled her room an soon after the apartment with him trialing right after her.

She ran along the deserted streets with him gaining on her fast. Never had she truly prepared herself for seeing him. She had always imagined a night like this one, a night where he would come and reveal himself trying to do who knows what to her. Now that was a worrisome thought…exactly what was he going to do with her? As she took in the appearance and sounds of the night as she ran more thoughts began to come to her.

What would he do if he caught her? She had only been running a couple of minuets and already she was starting to tire, even though she had slept for hours. Sweat was beginning to produce on her brow.

Kisshu was following close behind her his mind on nothing but getting her. Tonight was the night…she would be his. He thought nothing of what would happen after what the consequences would be. The pain it would bring. He needed her.

She was a sweet addiction.

His drug and his antidote…

The summer air filled the area as the stars shined down watching the whole scene of a girl and her desperate, unwanted lover running through the night.

She gasped for air running to a near street lamp where she stopped and looked around for any quick ways to escape.

"This can't be happening!"

She heard footsteps from behind her and ragged breath to match her own. She gasped her body ridged.

"Oh my God…" She whispered voice as soft as freshly fallen snow. He was about only five feet away.

There was no escape.

Thoughts like news paper headlines ran through her head.

'Girl Found Dead in Street.'

'Rape Victim Age Sixteen.'

'Girl Murdered By a Sadistic Stalker.'

She filled with dismay and revulsion. She heard him come closer until he was about only two feet away.

Ichigo felt sick. Slowly she turned ready to meet her fate. It was always best to meet the eyes of the one you feared before death. Then she shrieked at the top of her lungs. He wasn't two feet away…he wasn't even one foot away from her.

He was standing right over her not even an inch away. His breath hitting her face as, his shoulders were heaving from the chase.

It was then, in the light of the lamp she saw how different he was. His hair was in fact forest green, but his eyes were far more catlike than she had realized while his teeth were the exact shade of ivory. These of course because she had already partially seen didn't frighten her a lot more then she already was…but his ears did.

They were large and pointed…elfin like. She'd never seen anything like them before. Ichigo stared for about a minuet, though to her it seemed like time went on forever. Then everything went black, and she started to fall. Through the remainders of her consciousness she felt her legs scrape against the rough concrete, the pain a dull ache, but her upper body was saved by two freezing, muscular arms catching her just in time.

"It will be okay…" She heard a lovely, frightening whisper caress her ear.

Then all her senses left.

Hey everyone, sorry its been awhile. I lost my internet a long time ago so I wasn't able to post this chapter or any of the new ones. I am now only able to post this one by using a friends computer who I don't see that often. I am terribly sorry for this delay. I know that I always have excuses but what I am telling you all of it is true, not to say that all the other times I lied because I didn't. I just think it is the right of an authors reviewers, who are kind enough to even review the authors story, to know what happens and why a chapter is delayed. Which in my case seems to be a lot. I would like to thank all of my reviewers once again and also a personal thank you to Mew Mew 124 who gave me some pretty awesome ideas for this chapter and also later on in the story, thank you very much. I still don't have internet so you will not hear from me in a very long time I am terribly sorry, but I have been continuing the story on paper so by the time I get internet back I will have a lot more chapters for you to read. I also did not get the chance to edit this so sorry if it is not to good, most likely I will change it someday.