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Audience: You're a riot.

Me: (sarcastic) Thanks! And you're all a bag of bones!

Audience: Just shut up and write the stupid chapter.

Me: If you hate it so much, why are you yelling at me to finish it?

Audience: You merely assume we hate it. Look how childish you are--tsk, tsk.

Me: Why I oughta--!

Kish: Oh-kay! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed during this whole mortifying ordeal! Introducing Porcelain-Carrier-67's hall-of-famer's for Taped Back Together:

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Enjoy the last bit everybody:

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Chapter 11: Changed

Ichigo giggled, leaning over herself a few degrees to pull at Kish's pale ears.

"Ow! Why must you be so cruel?" he cried dramatically.

Jumping on him, she responded: "Some men need taming."

Kissing her, he asked: "Why would you need to tame me like that? I'm all yours for the ordering." he smirked.

She kissed back lovingly. "You're still a little wild, my dear."

"I thought wild was your taste."

"It is. I need to teach you how to hide it around my parents, though."

"Aren't we frisky, my kitten?"

"No need to use such offensive terms."

Pulling her close to his chest, their noses touching, he smiled. "Then only the best language for my kitty."

"No, no, not the best. Just…in the middle."

"Make up your mind and you've got a deal!"

"But the fun part's all in being confused!" she protested.

"Knowing what you're doing can come in handy too," he retorted.

Ichigo ran her fingers through his perfect, silky emerald hair. His golden eyes traced her body moving; his eyes flickering in interest.

A car door slamming brought the two to their present situation.

Before a word crossed her lips, Kish flew into her closet, paused inside for a moment, then raced out of it and around the side of the house. Throwing her head out the bathroom window, she smiled, seeing Pai's potion had performed exactly how they planned:

Kish could be human.

He wore a green T-shirt exposed by an open blue windbreaker and black combat pants with plenty of pockets and normal Converse sneakers. His ears had shrunk exceptionally, who dampened Ichigo's mood; she really liked them. But knowing he'd be able to transform to and from this form with only a thought made her feel better.

All he had to do was get past her dad.

Shintaro kicked open the door, scaring the crap out of his daughter, who was obediently waiting with presents, a new microwave, replacements for any destroyed or burnt-beyond-recognition-cookware and a spotless house.

She dodged a suitcase that went whistling past her head and into the wall she had scrubbed clean of the jam stains Kish had caused in his completion of human culinary efforts.

With closed eyes and a twitching eyebrow, she cleared her throat.

"I'm so glad to see that you appreciate how I've kept everything clean and intact and that you missed me enough to throw random heavy objects at my head!" she fumed.

"Ahaha! Sorry, Ichigo-chan!" Sakura laughed nervously. "Your father feels like he was given an injustice at the airport and it's still lingering around."

"Are you kidding!?" he roared, "That rotten American machinery tore straight through my suitcase and I had to buy some cheap donkey-leather one instead! And all we got was an 'I'm sorry' and first class!"

"Be happy for what you get." she scolded, "Things don't go your way because there's a reason for it all."

He stared at his daughter. "Where did that come from?"

"Do your best not to trash the house in your rampage, Dad. I'm expecting a guest. I'd prefer it if I could talk to him without dodging for my life." she dismissed.

"Him?" He caught on immediately.

"I am 17 years old and you can't act like a guard dog every time I see interest in someone. I can regret it 30 years from now when you're saying "I was right" but at one point in my life, what I did was exactly what I wanted!" Ichigo declared.

He blinked. "What's his name, then?"

"Kish."

"Last name?"

"Confidential."

"Excuse me!?"

"I apologize, however I do not see you needing to know that at the moment. You were more than happy to let me go out with Masaya after you nearly tore him up at that stupid kendo match! I think you can afford to let me go out with a boy for a few dates before knowing his last name!" she huffed.

"Why is it when we leave you're all sulky and when we get back you turn a new leaf with an air of assertiveness!?" he sputtered.

She softened. "I've done a lot of growing up you may never understand Dad."

He grew silent at this, seeing how true his daughter's words were. Everything about her was so much more mature and definite--she was so comfortable being herself. She no longer had that hesitation they'd seen before. What had this boy's effect fully been on her?

A knock at the door sent her feet working like lightning to answer it.

That was new for Shintaro and Sakura. She was twice as fast as she had been for Masaya--and man, she had been fast.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Momomiya. My name is Kish and I've been introduced to your daughter already. It's a pleasure to meet the rest of her family." a smooth voice drifted from the foyer.

Kish rounded the corner and bowed to her parents, his voice never breaking in its hypnotizing flow.

"How was your vacation? Ichigo tells me there were some hassles…?"

He raised one of his eyebrows at the slight indentation of the wall. Her father chuckled sheepishly, putting a hand behind his head.

"Well, y'see, the security guard wouldn't pay me back when my bag was torn to shreds on the belt and I had to buy a new one, when I clearly didn't want to spend my money on getting a new bag after just a month, so…"

He laughed like wind chimes in the summer breeze again. Ichigo nearly melted.

"With both your permission, I'd like to take Ichigo with me to Tokyo Tower."

The girl held her breath.

"Sure!" Sakura piped in, covering her husbands face with her hands before he could utter a yelp. "Take as long as you two need, but get her home at 11:00 or I'll get worried, okay?"

Running up to her mother, she pecked her on the cheek, hugged her struggling father, swung around to reach for her coat and danced out the door with Kish following close behind.

"Why'd you let her go!?" he hissed, after gulping in air.

"Don't you see? She said "Masaya" like it rolled right off her tongue. When we left, she could barely eat. In three weeks, she's healed and grown stronger--and this boy's done it! If you don't mind, I enjoy our daughter this way and you know you do too. No stupid suitcase is going to make you rethink that logic, honey."

He sighed in surrender. "But did she have to break the door's hinges when she left here?"

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She burst out laughing, doubling over and falling to the ground.

"Ah! Ichigo! What's wrong?" Kish fretted, trying to figure out where to touch her.

She wiped a tear from her eye. "No! No! That was amazing! Both of us! Did you see his face!?" she chortled.

He allowed a chuckle to escape. "Time to get off the sidewalk now sweetie; people are staring."

She picked herself up and led him away from the confused public to where there weren't any and glomped him; causing the boy to land in the plush grass of new spring.

"And to think a few weeks ago, everything around here was storming and white." he observed.

"Yeah. Hard to believe." she agreed.

He moved his foot a little and something tinged gently.

Ichigo started and flew off of him in a movement almost as fast as his own.

"Was that…?" she trailed off.

He peered into her distraught orbs. "What is it?"

"Shuusshhhhh!" she scolded.

He shuusshhhhhed as Ichigo got on her hands and knees; fingers combing through the grass blades. She stopped when another ting sounded near her pinky.

"What are you looking for?" he sighed, stooping next to her.

She pulled her old ribbon from the grass.

Kish's eyes opened wide for a moment and his voice grew soft.

"Ichigo…" he murmured.

"Kish." she addressed.

He nearly saluted at her tone. "Yes?"

She whirled around and pounced on him, landing on his chest, finding the crook in his neck where she fit perfectly.

"Let's drop this together from the utmost top of Tokyo Tower and stomp on the remains, alright? Masaya's a good person, but this is my way of dealing."

He chuckled, taking the trinket from her pale fingers. "You had me at "let's drop this". Should we go now?"

She shook her head and snuggled deeper into his warm body.

"I'd like to stay like this way for a while. At least until the sun's about to set. Masaya and I never really did watch it together once. I'm happy to have you here. I fit right next to your body, you know?" she added.

"And you call me perverted." he snickered.

"I'm trying to be romantic!"

"Kitty's claws are coming out!"

"Why you--!"

"Go on, what have I done, koneko-chan? Have I made you mad? Oh dear!" he laughed.

Grabbing his collar and glaring at him, she replied: "Just shut up and kiss me. Then we'll get some strawberry ice cream, chase some ducks for your amusement and trash this piece of the past, alright?"

Kish's eyes sparkled. "Nothing could make this night better."

His lips traced over hers delicately before he deepened the kiss and sent her heart thudding against her chest. When they broke apart, she grinned.

"If you did that again, this night would grow fireworks!" Ichigo exclaimed, her cat ears and red-ribbon tail popping out.

So he did it again.

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YAY!!

That's my first finished fan fiction and I hope you all enjoyed it! I might post up a sequel, but at this moment, I am unsure on that aspect. So tell me whatever questions or thoughts you have about this story and I'll gladly answer!

Audience: With you're luck, the computer will explode on you.

Me: Naw! The computer likes me now! See?

Computer: (purrs) (growls a little)

Me: Yeah! We're doing a lot better!

Audience: I'm amazed at how warped your little mind is.

Me: 'Least my mind isn't made up of a group of people all referred to as "I".

Audience: That was below the belt!

Me: Suck it up and try walking through a rampaging high school in a friggin' straight line!

Audience: Try commenting on your antics all day long!

Me and Audience: (arguing loudly)

Kish: -.-; And thanks again for reading--WILL YOU TWO STOP SLINGING MUD!? …THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN THROW CHICKENS AT EACH OTHER!

Wish me luck in this fight:

Porcelian-Carrier-67