Ichigo x Kisshu

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As Ichigo started to gain consciousness, she swore she saw a flash of green come into her vision.... But it couldn't be....
Ichigo fully opened her eyes, and a sight she never expected to see entered her vision.
Kisshu was cradling her in his arms, staring at her with concern showing in his gorgeous amber eyes.
Ichigo gasped, partly out of shock and partly out of happyiness, before kisshu hugged her, pressing her tear stained face to his muscled chest.
It was really happening.
The alien who had loved her, cherished her, attacked her... He was here. It wasn't a dream.
Kisshu slowly pulled away, and Ichigo saw that he was sitting cross legged on an unfamiliar green bed.
Then it hit her. She was in his room.
A surge of de ja vu came over her, like when a girl sees her crush approaching her.
But she quickly banned that emotion and forced her face to stay still and unemotional.
Kisshu looked gravely into her eyes, and spoke with seriousness in his tone as he announced, "why?"
That was it. Ichigo broke down in silent tears, face still showing no sign of emotion.
Then her expression laced with happiness and she pulled kisshu into her chest, squealing in joy.
But he just pushed her away, his face reading nothing, and stood up, Ichigo in his arms, before carrying her down a long hallway and typing a complex pin into a locked door before pushing it open and advancing inside.
Inside Pai and Taruto stood gravely.
Pai walked over to her and grabbed her wrist, to which Ichigo squealed in agony.
Pai said, "she lost a lot of blood. We should bandage it up".
"No" kisshu replied. "Let me deal with her". The tone of the usually cheeky Kisshu's voice scared Ichigo, and her heart was beating painfully against her chest as kisshu carried her back to his room, laying her down on his bed.
He snatched Ichigos skinny wrist in his larger hand, and the poor red head barely hid a scream at the tight grip.
Then, kisshu bent his head down to run his smooth pink tongue over her many cuts, and the bleeding ceased to exist.
Ichigo whispered, "kisshu".
He still stared, face blank, before leaving the room. Seconds later, four very worried and fussing mews entered the room, enveloping the now pissed Ichigo in a tight hug, and a concerned looking ryou and worried looking Kiichiro stood in the doorframe, awaiting their turn to speak to the suicidal mew. But all Ichigo wanted was Ichigo, and ryou saw the distant look in her eyes as she stared hungrily past the door...

A big thanks to NightcoreWolf147 who inspired me to carry on with this story, if the story differs slightly it's because I'm now better at English and writing.... So from now on this story will be continued, but I hope for more ideas on the story! Thank you NightcoreWolf147!