Before hand A/N: Please not that this fanfiction is rated "R" for intimate scenes, adult situations, and hot lemon scented action... If you are offended by this, or are too young, please stop reading here. I don't want nasty emails from parents yelling at me lol.

Stifling a yawn, I walked down the streets that lead to my house. We had just closed the café down for the night and currently I was so tired I could barely keep myself awake on my way home. The gate to our house swung open easily and I walked the small distance to my porch and unlocked the door. Stepping in, I noticed an extra pair of shoes at the entranceway. Who would be visiting us at this hour?

Even Trade



"Welcome home, Ichigo!" My mom greeted me cheerfully. "You have a guest tonight! Honestly, making him wait so long after promising him you'd help him study."

"What are you talking about?" I asked her, stepping into the living room. My backpack dropped to the floor when I saw who our 'guest' was. Kish was playing a game of Go with my father, and was looking pretty intrigued by the concept of it. "…Kish…"

Hearing his name, Kish turned to look at me, grinning. He had on a cap, covering his ears and what looked to be a standard male school uniform for my school. "Hello, my kitten."

"Dad. Step away from him." I said sternly, crouching down into a defensive stance.

"Ichigo, don't be so rude!" My dad complained to me, "Anyone who can play a game of Go like this needs to-"

"I said step away!" I almost shouted at him, making my mom gasp out, surprised. "Kish, why are you here?"

"I've come for you, of course." He stood up and gave me another small grin. "I need you to come with me for a little while."

"What's going on?" My dad asked, standing as well.

"Why should I go with you?" I asked him, walking to stand in front of my mother. "Dad, come here. Now."

"Because," Kish answered lazily before flashing over behind my father and grabbing his arm, pulling it behind his back and pulling a dagger to his throat. "If you don't, he'll die."

"Honey!" My mom went to move for her husband, and before I could blink, Kish had teleported behind her and placed the dagger over her neck instead.

"Just come with me, Ichigo!" Kish asked me in a demanding voice. "Come on, I don't want to hurt them!"

"Then let her go!" I shouted out, looking at my scared mother. She was shaking and tears were forming in her eyes. My father was gripping his fist together so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

"Why?" He asked Kish, seething. "Why did you trick us and stay here to get our daughter? You were so polite earlier."

Kish removed his cap and tossed it across the room, making my father's eyes go wide. "Why?" Kish asked, looking over at me. "Surely you know now?"

"I don't understand…" My mother ventured out.

"Don't…Understand…?" Kish looked at me quizzically. "You mean they don't know?"

"Shut up, Kish!"

"You didn't tell them," He spoke again, amazed. "If I had parents, and I was in your place, I would have told them the night it happened."

"Tell us what?" My dad asked, looking over at me.

"Nothing," I replied.

"Ichigo, come with me and I'll let them go. I only want to take a hostage so I can deal the other Mew Mews for a mew aqua. I won't hurt them if you come with me."

"Mew…Mew…?" My mom's eyes lit up, as if realizing. "My daughter is a mew mew?"

I swallowed. "Kish, why should I trust you?"

"If I let them go, will you come?"

My mind raced. I looked at my dad, then to my mom. I couldn't allow them to be hurt because of me. No matter what, I would protect them. "Prove to me you're not lying."

Kish pulled the dagger from my mom's neck and took a step around her. "Sorry if I hurt you," He spoke softly to her before walking over to me. "I wouldn't hurt your parents, my little Kitten."

I glared up at him. "You are such a jerk."

Kish looked hurt, as he always did when I insulted him. Reaching out for me, I twitched when his hand touched my shoulder. "I won't hurt you. Come on now." He embraced me and looked back over at my parents. "Tell her friend Mint that if they want to see Ichigo alive, they'll give us their mew aqua source. I'll come back later to negotiate."

My dad leapt forward to me, but I felt the world ripped away from me as I was fazed out of existence and back once again. Falling down, I collapsed to my knees and held my stomach. "Teleporting can upset your stomach if you're not used to it," Kish told me kneeling down beside me. "Are you okay? Want some medicine?" He put his hands on my shoulders.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted at him before my stomach lurched and made me feel sick.

"Easy there," He whispered, picking me up against my will and carrying me. "I'm sorry I did that, but I didn't have a choice. Either I went or Pai or Tart would have gone. I didn't want anything to happen to your family so I went instead. They are really nice, for what it's worth."

I was too tired and scared to do much else besides let him carry me to wherever he was taking me. "What are you going to do with me?" I asked, trying to make my voice stable. I was captured and being held for ransom. My parents just found out I was a mew mew and I had no way to contact anyone else to inform about my predicament. To top it all off, my stomach was hurting and I was hungry and felt sick at the same time.

"I'm going to get you in bed so you can rest," He told me easily, walking down a long hallway. To my amazement, we passed several people along the way. Kish must have noticed my look, for he started talking again. "What, did you think it was only us three that came to Earth?"

Blushing at having my thoughts read so easily, I nodded. "I did."

He seemed amused by this. "Kitten, you sure are weird sometimes. Of course we would have more than three people come. This ship has over four hundred people living on it. We're scouting for planets to live on. Pai, Tart, and I are the military of this ship. We were assigned to reclaim the earth by Deep Blue, who chose all of us on this ship to come."

I looked away, and saw a little boy walk up to Kish and smile up at him. "Master Kish!"

"Hello, Shrimp," Kish called down to him. "I don't have time to play tonight. I have to take my girlfriend to my room.

"I'm not your girlfriend," I informed him, slightly annoyed. I didn't know if it was because I was scared, tired, or just plain irked at him at the moment, but I really didn't feel like messing with anything until I could sleep and get some rational thought into my head.

"She's sleepy," Kish told him, walking past. "We'll play tomorrow."

"Where are you taking me?"

"To my room, didn't I just say that?"

"I'm not staying in your room," I glared at him. "I don't feel like being molested every moment that I'm here."

Kish actually looked really hurt by that comment. "You don't have to say that," He whispered, looking ahead. "I know I mess with you, but you know good and well I would never do something you wouldn't want."

"You kiss me all the time."

"You never pull away immediately."

I blushed, growled, and looked away. "I never kissed anyone before, so sue me. I was shocked."

"It wouldn't hurt for you to kiss me back, you know?"

Was he hitting on me? At a time like this!? "Kish, you confuse me. If you're not going to do anything with me tonight, can I not just sleep?"

To my surprise, he shifted me in his arms, making my head rest against his head. "Sleep then. It's still another few minutes walk to my room.

Inhaling, I noticed for the first time that he wore a faint scent of cologne on him. It smelt of fruit, amazingly enough. It was clean and crisp, much like something I would wear. Taking a small amount of comfort in the familiar scent, I closed my eyes. I could hear his heartbeat in his chest and it had a dull relaxing feel to it. Before I knew it, Sleep was hovering over me, keeping me in a limbo of awareness and a state of mind that didn't seem to care about anything other than sleeping.

I heard a door slide open and when Kish stepped into a room, I suddenly felt cold. Opening my eyes, I looked around. Realizing I was in his room, I took in what was around me. It was a large room, having most furniture a small house would have. Kish had a bed across the room with a small nightstand next to it. A long row of potted plants divided it from a make-shift dining room, complete with a table and four chairs. Also there was a couch not far from it and what appeared to be a television stand, with an orb on it. Across the other side of the room were a full size refrigerator and a small stove range and oven. A few pantry doors were around, but that was all.

"Most military like to be alone when not fighting," Kish explained to me. "So their rooms are made to suit their needs and keep them happy while they aren't battling."

"I see," I replied, thinking it over. "Am I going to stay here?"

"You are. Did you think we were going to lock you in a cell or something?"


Kish laughed out, waking me up a little more. "If we did that, you would just transform, blast your way out, and cause panic. No, you're staying under close observation." Looking down at me, he softened a little. "I promise you, you won't be hurt while you're here. You can count on that."

I felt my cheeks warm a little. "Kish, don't be so gentle like that, it's scaring me…"

"You've been through a lot today. Here, rest." He sat me down onto a bed. "You want something to change into?"

"No." I rolled over and closed my eyes, hoping that when I awoke, I would be in my bed at home and all of this would be nothing more than a bad dream. After a moment I felt the bed shift and an arm snake around my side. "Kish!?"

"What?" He was surprised.

Turning around, I glared at him. "You are not sleeping with me."

"It's my bed," he countered.

"You have a couch, right over there!" I pointed at it forcefully. "Go. Now."

He glared at me a moment before turning his head and scoffing. He complied, however, and walked over to his couch, falling down on it and grabbing a pillow. Raising his hand to the ceiling, he snapped his fingers and the lights automatically turned off. "Sweet dreams to you too, Kitten." He snorted out.

Deciding not to reply, I closed my eyes and scuffled under the covers to protect myself from the cold that Kish seemed to like hanging over his room. Sighing, I allowed myself to rest against the pillows and drift off to sleep.

Awakening the next morning, I was surprised to find the smell of waffles greeting me. Rolling over, I sniffed the air, stretched out and moaned out at the feeling. "Ah, she awakes." Kish's voice greeted me, making me remember where I was. "I'll have breakfast ready shortly."

"I feel like I'm on some sort of vacation," I mumbled out, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "And not a prisoner in the clutches of the people trying to take over my planet."

"Reclaim our planet, Kitten," He replied, still mixing up something I couldn't see from all the plants that made up a sort of dividing wall. "We're not heartless people trying to kill everyone for no reason. We just want to be able to live on the planet we originally came from, is all. You like waffles, right?"

"I love them," I answered before even thinking about it. "With lots of syrup and strawberries."

"Thought so," He replied, with a laugh.

Getting out of his bed, I walked around the plants, amazed to see him actually doing the cooking. He seemed to be pretty good at it at that. "Where did you learn how to cook?"

"Taught myself," He answered. "My parents died when I was young, so I had to learn how to take care of myself to survive."

"Oh, I'm sorry…" No wonder he was shocked I didn't share everything with my parents last night. "I didn't know."

"It's okay, I never knew them, so it's like talking about someone I don't even know." He turned around and sat a plate down on the table, soon followed by another. "Here, eat up. I bet you're starving."

Sitting down at the table, I looked at my breakfast. It was just what I wanted. Picking up their equivalent of our forks, I cut out a piece and placed it into my mouth. "Wow, it's good."

Kish speared a section of his and chewed, making a small face. "I don't see how you eat strawberries with syrup."

"It's easy," I proclaimed, stabbing a strawberry off his plate and shoving it into my mouth.

Kish looked over at me and grinned. "Hold on a second." He leaned forward and to my surprise, moved his thumb across my chin. "You had some syrup on you," He explained before licking it off his thumb.

I blushed instantly, turning my gaze to my food, which I poked at a moment. "Don't do that, you stupid jerk," I scolded him, voice quiet and shy. "You make me feel weird."

"Do I?"

"You Do. It confuses me."


"So where exactly are we going, and what are you going to do to me once we're there?" I asked Kish as we walked down the halls. "And why are you holding my hand?"

"To the rec. room, play, and I want to." Was his simple response. "I can't let you out of my sight while you are here. You'll either get hurt, lost, or both. And I don't want that."

I blushed, looking down and keeping pace next to him. "I feel a little uncomfortable."


"I'm not used to it," I admitted, still looking down. I've never really held hands with a guy for so long before. Just when Masaya didn't want me to…get…lost." Suddenly angry, I ripped my hand from his. "What!? Am I so pathetic that guys only want to touch me when they think I'll get lost and hurt myself!?"

"What!?" He looked alarmed at my sudden outbreak. Glaring at him one last time, I turned and ran away. "Kitten! Wait!"

I didn't want to. Taking several different turns to try and lose him, I cut through many short and long hallways until I didn't hear his feet behind me anymore. Finally I slowed down enough to catch my breath, ignoring my ears and tail that had come out during my run. Looking around I realized that I was, indeed, lost.

Sighing, I walked randomly and wiped my eyes forcefully when I felt tears welling up in them. "Stupid jerk," I muttered out, sniffing. "Why does everyone have to baby me so bad? Is it so much to ask for someone to hold onto me because they like me?" I stopped to kick the wall, instantly regretting it when my toes hurt. "Ow…"

"That wasn't very smart." A young voice stated, making me turn. The boy titled his head to the side and looked up at me. "How come you have ears and a tail like that?"

I didn't really feel like messing with him right now, but telling him I was a human from the planet that his ship was trying to take over probably wasn't a good idea. Add in the fact that was trying to stop it, and I just might end up dead before the day is over. "It's a costume," I told him, leaning against the wall and sliding down to hug my knees and bury my face between them.

"You look sad." He walked over to me and held out his hand. "Do you want a cookie?" Looking up lightly, I saw his hand extended with a small cookie in it. I felt my lips twitch a little bit and I accepted it, nibbling. The boy looked me over again, and smiled. "My name's Timmy. What's yours?"


"That's a pretty name. What does it mean?"

"Strawberry. A type of fruit that you eat. It's really sweet."

"Oh. Kish likes those."

"You know Kish?"

"Everyone does. He's our hero."

"Why do you say that?" I rested my chin on my knees and gazed at him, wondering what all he would tell me.

"He's fighting for everyone here. He's only ten years older than me, and he's risking his life so I can have a home again. Don't you know him? Why did you come with us if you don't know him?"

"I know him," I replied. "How old are you?"


"So Kish is eighteen?" I didn't know that. He was a year older than me. "Is Kish such a great guy?"

"He is." Timmy nodded at me. "He's doing it all for us. Never thinks about himself, that one. I want to grow up to be just like him."

"Kitten!" Kish flew around the corner and stopped, hovering in the air as he saw me. He didn't look too happy, and I couldn't blame him. But then again, maybe I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. Resting my face back between my knees, I hugged myself some more as Timmy ran away from me and over to Kish. The alien talked to the small boy a moment before I heard him land next to me. "Are you happy now?" He scolded me, standing next to me. "What if Pai or Tart found you, huh? You'd be in a cellar before you could blink and all privileges I have for you would be gone. Gone! Do you even realize what I went through to keep you safe during this? Huh!?"

I had never heard Kish yell at me before like that, and to be honest it really hurt hearing it. Pulling on my knees tighter, I pressed myself harder against my knees and let my jeans absorb the tears coming from my eyes. "I'm scared, Kish." I told him, voice breaking in the middle. "I don't know what I'm doing."

"Come on," he leaned over and helped me to my feet. "Let's keep going. I didn't mean to yell. I was just worried. I don't want anything to happen to you, but I know you can take care of yourself. I know better than anyone. I just want to avoid that."

"So you don't think I'm weak and useless?" I asked him, walking a little behind him and to the side. I was still looking at the floor, keeping track of him by watching his feet walk in front of me. When he made a sound that confirmed to me that he wasn't thinking what I thought he was, I caught up with him and walked by his side. A moment later, I slowly reached over and took his hand in mine. He paused a moment and looked at me, but I kept my gaze downward. He started walking again, gently threading his fingers through mine. This time, however, I didn't feel the need to pull away. It actually felt comforting in a small way. He wanted to watch after me, but knew that I didn't need to be. It sort of…made me feel nice. Like I was really wanted by someone.

"So what is this place?" I asked, stopping in front of a door next to him. "Rec. Room? What's that mean?"

"It's my favorite spot." Kish slid something that looked like an I.D. card through a slot next to the handle and a little light turned green. After a small –click-, the door was opened and Kish pulled it the rest of the way, allowing us entrance. Inside was a very large room with several people in it. The room reminded me of an arcade of sorts. Several machines were lined against the walls, and many-many different orbs were floating around. Some of them were activated and I noticed that they projected a three-dimensional image in front of them, like a supped up version of our televisions.

"What is this place?" I voiced my thoughts aloud as my hand was moved along with Kish's body, making me follow him.

"The rec. room!" He answered happily as several people all pointed over at us and whispered amongst themselves. "I come here a lot. It's where we go when we need to have fun, get away from things for a while. Mostly kids come here. The adults have their own room, but you'll still find them around here."

I was guided by him over to a certain section of the room, where a few people were gathered. Upon getting close, the crowd almost parted for us. Several people looked over at Kish and called out his name. I was a little surprised by this, but then again, I was a known celebrity on earth, and every time I made an appearance as a Mew Mew, people chanted my name. I guess it really wasn't that odd for everyone to like Kish here after all.

"Hello, Kish." One girl greeted him, walking up to us. "How did it go on Earth? Did you accomplish your mission?"

"Of course," Kish replied. "This is Ichigo," He pointed at me with his free hand. "I don't think you've met her before."

The girl looked over at me and trailed her eyes over my body, sniffing lightly. It was obvious she didn't really think I looked good. I narrowed my eyes at her and turned my head up like I had seen Mint do so many times before. It had the effect I was looking for and the girl looked obviously pissed at me. "Well," She said, glaring. "It's apparent why I haven't met her. Anyone who dresses like that, and wears animal ears and tail for a fashion statement is obviously someone I wouldn't want to hang out with."

"Excuse me!?" I stepped forward, but Kish pulled me back.

"Mind if we play?" he asked the group, getting shakes of their heads. "Come on, Kitten." He guided me up to a platform of some kind.

"Kish," I whispered to him, annoyed and a little worried. "I can't play one of your games! I don't know how!"

He gave me a look that clearly told me he had never honestly thought about that before. Something so common to him as a video game could be a type of technology that I could only dream of. After all, we had only managed to make it to the moon, and they had migrated planets several thousand years ago…

"Then just watch me first." He jumped back and hovered over to the other platform, not a few feet from me. "We call this 'Dance Dance Revolution'. It's a game you play with your feet. Arrows scroll up the area in front of you, all you need to do is step on the correct arrow when it reaches the top."

I didn't really quite know what he said, but I just figured I would see what he meant soon enough. He pressed a few buttons on his control panel in front of him and the next thing I knew, several orbs floated up around me and started to glow. Gasping out, I turned around, shocked, to find myself in a translucent dance rave. I saw Kish to the left of me, grinning like he always was. But between us were several holographic pictures that almost seemed too real not to be. Testing, I reached out my hand to touch one of the images and felt relieved when it blurred a little bit and my hands went through it.

"Show me your best moves! Show me your best dance! Ready!?"

I almost wanted to cover my ears as loud dancing music blared around me. Suddenly the arrows that Kish was talking about earlier showed up and started to scroll. Looking over at him, I realized that Kish, the person who has tried to kill me and all my friends several times, the very same one that was trying to take over my planet, was dancing to a song that sounded like it came out of the early 70's.

Not being able to help myself, I snorted, and then started to laugh at him, even though he did seem to be doing rather well in the game. Thankfully it only lasted for a little over a minute, but I still couldn't help but giggle. My hand was over my mouth and I was smiling broadly. Kish looked a little embarrassed, obviously hoping that I would have found him really cool or something. "Kish, you're such a dork sometimes."


"Who's she calling a dork?"

I glared over at the girl who Kish had spoken to earlier. "What is your problem?" I crossed my arms. "I just met you and already you're acting like I'm the worst thing to walk on Earth. What is it with you?"

"It just annoys me to see a girl as filthy as yourself being with a man of Kish's stature."

"Who are you to tell me who I can and can't be with!?" I didn't care that I didn't really want to be known as Kish's girlfriend, but this girl was seriously starting to tick me off.

"Hey, hey, calm down Kitten." Kish put his arm in front of me, catching my attention and drawing it back to him. Leaning over, he spoke into my ear. "Don't get so worked up. I brought you here so you could relax and understand that we wouldn't hurt you." I sniffed at him and then nodded, turning my back on the girl. Kish looked back over at her and spoke. "For your information, Rose, this girl is very precious to me. Don't go making thing hard on her, understand?"

I smirked. 'That'll teach her,' I thought to myself before suddenly realizing what had just gone on. Kish had referred to me as someone previous to him…and I didn't make any type of notion to disprove him! Blushing, I looked down at the ground and lightly kicked my foot. 'Kish, why are you messing with my mind like this!? Why can't you just let me hate you and make it simple!?'

I had never been more tired in my life. We had played that stupid game almost all day long and only stopped to rest and eat every now and then. I was hot, tired, sweaty, and just not feeling very pretty at all in general right now. To top it off, I was still in my cloths that I had worn yesterday and even slept in. Now I wanted nothing more than a nice hot shower and some fresh cloths to climb into. Then a light snack before turning in for the night. Kish had made well on his promise. I no longer felt in danger being here with them, and knew that Kish wouldn't let anything happen to me until I was brought back to Earth for the ransom they wanted. Of course, no one at home knew I was being treated kindly. For all they knew, I could be in a cellar or being studied or mind probed. The thoughts gave me the shivers.

"Here." Kish threw a towel over my head. "You can have first shower. I'm going to run to the cafeteria for a moment to get something to eat." He pointed to a door across the room. "That's my closet. I don't know if anything will fit you or not, but you're welcome to it." He gave me a small sort of grin. "You need anything before I come back?"

"Um…" I blushed. "How long will I be here?"

"About a week."

"I, er, need some more feminine cloths…" I looked down and fidgeted with the towel he gave me. After a moment, I spared a glance up to him and found him actually blushing at what I said. No joke, no laughing, no teasing, but blushing. Taking this as a good sign from him, I smiled up at him. "Sorry to ask."

"It's okay. I should have known. I'll, um…do something." He turned and walked away from me and to his door. "I'm locking this. Don't let anyone in at all. I have a key. Understand? Anyone. You can't leave either. I'm locking it behind me." He grinned. "I had to say it, you're my prisoner after all."

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "This is more like a vacation, but I won't leave. I promise." He nodded at me before stepping through the door and out into the hallway. A moment later the door closed. I stood where I was for a small moment before walking over to his closet and rooting through it. Deciding on a simple green t-shirt, I plucked it from the rack and placed it on top of the towel I had.

Kish's bathroom was small, which was to be expected. His bath, however, surprised me. It was large and deep, enough for him to be completely submerged up to his shoulders. I figured it made sense after all. He was military on this ship. After battling, he would almost have to relax in something like this. I looked around a moment more before setting my things next to his sink and opening a drawer to see what kind of shampoo he had.

My heart winced a little when I saw a large medical pack inside the drawer, with a small smear of blood on it. No telling how many times Kist had staggered back into this very room and grab for this… I felt really awful for a moment, knowing that I was the main cause for most of it. True, the Blue Knight was the one who always actually hurt Kish, but I had cut him my own fair share. Gently I ran a finger over it and hoped that he would never have to open it again, even if that did mean going against myself since I was the one who would cause him to reopen it in the future. Sighing, I closed the drawer and opened the next, finding what I had originally intended on getting.

Of course, I didn't know the brand, or which one was actually a shampoo and which one was the conditioner. Shrugging, I hopped into the bath and turned on the taps, getting warm liquid. Kish had already told me that this ship was self-sustaining, so I didn't have to worry about wasting water.

It was several minutes later before Kish returned. Already I was in the large tub relaxing with my eyes closed and listening to a small noise maker I found next to the taps that had the sounds of a rainforest playing from it. Kish never seemed to stop amazing me in one way or another.

A couple of minutes later, I heard a knock on the door, then Kish's voice. "Kitten?"


"I have some things for you. I got them at the clothing supplier. I told them about what you looked like so I hope whatever she picked for you fits. Can I come in?"

I blushed darkly, debating mentally which would be more embarrassing, walking out in only a shirt and nothing else, or making him close his eyes and sit the bag in here before retreating. Deciding the latter sounded the best, I called back out to him. "Close your eyes. If you peak, I swear to the gods, I'll claw your eyes out."

He hesitated a moment before opening the door and sitting it on top of the towel and shirt I got from him earlier. Kish moved back a little, looked over to where I was, eyes still closed. He then shook his head roughly and quickly retreated, closing the door behind him. I heard him lean against the door and then slide down it. "Aw man, I shoulda looked." His voice was quiet, but having my cat ears up, I was just barely able to make it out.

Realizing just how tempting that must have really been, I felt a little flattered by it, even if he was still a pervert. It felt good to know that someone found you pretty enough to want to see you nude, but respected you enough not to look, even when they had a chance to do so. Blushing just a little, I played with my fingers under the water. "Ne, Kish?"

"Hmm?" He was still leaning against the door.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"I dunno… Everything I guess. Treating me nice, making sure I'm okay…you know… thanks." He answered me with a small noise before hearing him get up and walk away from the door.

I stood up in the bath and pulled the plug on the bottom with my foot. Hopping out, I took the towel and began to dry myself off slowly, pondering on everything that had happened to me today. As weird as it seemed, the first day of being held captive was actually a day that I would probably always remember. I've learned so many things about Kish that I've never known before. He wasn't just a perverted alien freak, but someone who was fighting for his own people, just like I was. He was kind, thoughtful, and even a little shy at times. When we were fighting, he probably disregards everything and sticks to the only thing on his mind. When he was in his own territory, though, I got to see the real him. And surprisingly, I was starting to actually honestly like him.

Now mostly dry except for my hair, I observed myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess of tangles and I didn't even have my ribbons with me. Rooting once again through his things, I found a hair band that seemed to be good enough for what I had in mind. Combing it through, I pulled it up into a low ponytail and let it fall down my back. I then slid on Kish's shirt, liking the way it fit to sleep in, but it unfortunately had a bad habit of sliding down in the front or drooping over one shoulder. Shrugging this off, I looked into the bag Kish had gotten for me.

I couldn't help but blush when seeing some of the under-things in it. Sure, some were nice and plain, but others… I shook my head to clear it. There was no way Kish would see me in something like that. No way.

Grabbing a simple flame red set, I slid them on and looked back in the mirror. The shirt was long enough to cover everything it needed to, but my tail seemed to be keeping it lifted up in the back. Sighing, I shrugged it off and opened the bathroom door, finding Kish sitting on his bed.

"Come over here, Kitten." He greeted me, patting the space next to him. "I have something for you."

Walking over to him, I hopped onto the bed and looked. "What is- ooh," He had a bowl of strawberries in front of him, as well as a small container of what appeared to be melted chocolate. "Strawberries and chocolate." I sat next to him and reached for one, only to have his hand stop me.

"Nope." He picked up a strawberry and dipped it partly in chocolate. "Open up."

I couldn't help but laugh a little. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Well, if you don't want it," he shrugged and went to eat it himself.

"Hey!" I blushed darkly. "Jerk." I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, feeling more than a little embarrassed about this. Soon I tasted the chocolate and bit down gently, making Kish chuckle to himself. Opening my eyes, I smiled. It was really good. I haven't had strawberries and chocolate in ages. "Another?"

"Me first?" He asked, smiling at me. Laughing, I reached over and picked one up. "Better than syrup I guess?" He nodded as I dunked it. "Say 'Ah', you weirdo."


I fed it to him and he licked his lips. "Yummy."

I don't know how many I had eaten, but by the time we were down to the final few, I had somehow managed to find myself laying down next to him, close but not touching. I had become giggly from all the chocolate and goofing off with him over the time spent sharing the snack. Now he had one placed just lightly on my lips, making me try to lean forward to bite it. Teasingly he pulled it away, making me pout. He smiled down at me and placed it once again against my lips. This time, however, I used my tongue to get it. I watched him get a little hazy eyed as he watched me, and before I could stop myself, I rolled my tongue around the strawberry still in between his fingers before gently biting it from him and chewing.

Kish paused a moment, seeming like he was mentally debating something. Then he slowly began to lean forward. I felt his breath play against my lips, but before he mad contact with me, he stopped a moment. "…May I?" He asked softly, finally respecting me enough to ask.

I don't know why I did it, but to answer him, I let out a soft "Uhhn." And closed my eyes. I felt his lips brush against mine a moment before doing so again. This time, however, they stayed on me just long enough for me to taste the chocolate on them. I tasted a faint hint of strawberries and a certain taste that seemed to match him perfectly. His hand found its way across my waist and pulled me closer to him.

Feeling his body against mine, I could tell my cheeks were getting warmer and my heart was going a little faster. He kissed me again and again, each time savoring it as if it would be his last. Not being able to stop myself, I found my hands slide under his shirt and hold his back. I responded to his kisses sweetly, and opened my mouth up to him when his tongue found my lips.

I blushed darker when I accidentally let out a small moan, letting him know I was obviously enjoying what he was doing to me. My body started to grow warm, and I was getting a strange feeling just below my stomach. It felt comforting and a little scary at the same time. I started to kiss him back more and more, trailing my hands up down his back.

I gasped into his mouth as I felt his hand run across my side and cup my right breast in it. I had to stop kissing him a moment to let the new sudden feeling pass over me as he caressed me through the thin fabric. I was getting hotter and I started to think things that I wasn't sure about. His lips found mine again before starting to trail across my cheek and down my neck. The over sized shirt fell over my shoulder easily and I then felt Kish's hand on my chest directly. His fingers brushed against my nipple and cupped it gently.

I suddenly pulled back, scared and breathing hard. I looked into his terrified eyes as I panted. I then pulled my shirt up to cover every thing and divert my gaze, wondering what on earth had made me just do that. "I-I'm sorry," Kish spoke, voice sounding afraid. "I shouldn't have, I mean…"

Pulling him close, I panted against his neck, trying to will myself to calm down from the encounter. "Just…Just stay still for a moment." I buried myself more under his chin and against his neck. "Just hold me for a second…" I slowly started to calm down when his arms went around me and gently held me against his chest. For some reason it seemed comforting, even though he was the one that just made me act like I did.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," Kish whispered against my hair, lightly running his hands through it. "I didn't mean to."

I didn't answer. Instead I stayed against him, trying to sort out my feelings. Somewhere during the day I had let Kish become a friend, even flirted with him. Tonight… laying on his bed and eating together… it made me get so comfortable I didn't mind a kiss. But the feeling that came when he touched me… I was a little nervous about it. Finally I opened my mouth to answer him. "It's okay. I'm just not ready yet…" I looked up at him and could tell I was blushing. "Take it slow, until I can figure everything out? Please don't give me more than I can handle, Kish. I'm nervous."

He smiled at me longingly and nodded. "Okay, my little Kitten." Leaning over, he planted a kiss on my forehead and pulled me back against his chest. "Let's get some sleep. Do you want me to-"

"No… I don't want you to let go of me." I leaned against him, closing my eyes and wondering why the simple act of making out was making me so clingy to him all of a sudden. Deciding that since it was my first time to ever be touched so intimately, I would naturally not want to be left alone after it. Yes, that was a good reason. Sighing, I could now comfortably rest against him and get some sleep.

A/N: Everyone wanted a Kish / Ichigo fanfics so here it is . Here's how this one is going to work, guys. As most of you know, I update everyday or every other day. So I won't let you down on waiting to read the next chapter. What I need, however, is feedback from you. Yes, this story is pure Kish and Ichigo action, but I want to know how intimate you want the two to get. I cannot do an actual 'sex scene' because FF.N frowns upon those now, but that does not mean tastefully done romance. I don't mind getting heavy, if that's what you want to see, nor do I mind toning things down if you would prefer that. Also, I can end this either in 2-3 chapters, so also the more reviews I get, the longer this story will be. If you're shy about saying "more lemon scented action!" I don't mind unsigned reviews. .

Okay, look forward to the next chapter.