A Tokyo Mew Mew story
A young women steps out of a taxi and looks around nervously. She knows she must be in front of the café but all she can hear are people laughing and talking. Since the museum is close by this is a fairly busy area but having all the people around doesn't make her feel any more at ease. She turns her head back toward where the café should be and takes a deep breath. Her long black hair looks as dark as the night in the bright sunlight streaming down and her eyes are a pale light grey that look almost like clouds.
The woman hesitates for a moment before she takes a step forward and her lips turn up slightly as she hears the familiar jingle. She wears black pants with chains attached so that whenever she moves they chime. The noise has always helped sooth her when she was uneasy though it has a lot of work to do today. She has a good reason for being nervous though; after all today will be her first time meeting her brother...the brother she has never known and learned about completely by accident. She made a very rash choice to come meet him...after all she has a hard time travailing to new places by herself but she did it.
She is here and as nervous as she is it doesn't stop her from making her way to the doorway. Her cane taps the ground with every step and her free hand stretches out touch the door far before she reaches it. Once she feels the door beneath her fingers though she lets out her breath and finds the handle so she can open it. She hates the cane but she knows it is necessary. She just doesn't want to think about what he will say when he first sees her. Not for the first she wonders if he even knows she exists. She didn't know about him until just recently after all.
Once inside the cafe she pauses; the door shuts and the noise from outside is cut off and suddenly it is very quiet...too quiet for her taste. She has always relied on sound to help her and now there is nothing. She has a very strong feeling of claustrophobia then but she knows she has to go forward. She can't hear anyone moving so she assumes there is no one in that room. She follows the wall for a bit until she finds another doorway and steps through it. She knows she should call out or say something but she is far too nervous to make a sound. The room she steps into smells amazing. Like cakes and cookies and every desert imaginable as well as many different fruits.
She takes a deep breath savouring the scent but again she doesn't hear anyone so she continues on; following the wall the way she did last time until she finds another door. This time when she steps through though she gets a shock. Instead of her foot hitting the ground like she expects it keeps going...and going. If she had used her cane properly she would have known there were stairs there but unfortunately she didn't and she falls quite a ways down landing on her ass in a very unladylike manner.
She groans in pain before she manages to get to her feet. She hesitates then because she lost her cane in the fall and she has no idea where it landed. All she can hear is the thrum of some sort of machine. The noise is better than silence though and she decides to move forward as she really doesn't want to go back up those steps. She moves slowly with her hands held out in front of her to stop her from bumping into anything. It only partly works though as she doesn't feel the chair and trips over it. Her hands land on what feels like a keyboard and in a moment she feels a hot blast as well as hears a loud zap. She thinks she hears yelling in the background but then it all fades away.
She is surrounded by nothing. She feels sure of it; it is a comforting nothing though. There is no noise but she feels warm...warmth that goes through her entire body. Nothing can go wrong here. She is sure of it. She has never felt more at home. The silence is broken by a squeak and she frowns. She has never heard anything like it before and she puts her hands out in front of her feeling no fear. Soon she feels something land in them and curiously she gently touches it; moving her fingers over the small body and to her amazement she feels wings. They feel leathery against her fingers and suddenly she realises that this must be a bat. She has heard descriptions of them before but never felt one. The bat leaves her fingers and moves forward. Even though she can't see it she feels it and knows with absolute certainty that it has gone inside of her. The warm feeling spreads and grows throughout her body until it blocks everything else out and then there is nothing left...except her memories.