Big Blabber Alert: Have you ever noticed that very few people write stories for Zoey and Elliot? I know they're the same as Ichigo and Ryou, but hardly anyone writes for the English anime. I mean, you never get to see what happens on the animes because they're always cut short. Fruits Basket ends on episode 26 and we never get to see if Tohru and Kyo get together like in the manga. (Sorry, for those who haven't gotten that far yet.) Ouran High School Host Club also ends on episode 26 and we don't get to see if Tamaki finally learns that he's not like a father to Haruhi or not; and if they get together or not. Why do people keep writing stories from the manga when the situations are settled? Write from the animes of your favorite manga instead of the manga itself because the manga is already finished. How it ended is what happens. I understand that people like to write about what could've happened, what they wanted to happen, but it's not worth it(even if the story turns out really good).

A/N: If anyone hates my blabber(heehee!) then... WHO CARES! Haha! Jk! I felt like that needed to be said. I've been wondering that for a while now, so... I wrote it.

Anyway, I'm partial between Zoey/IchigoxMark/Masaya and Zoey/IchigoxElliot/Ryou, I like Zoey/IchigoxElliot/Ryou waaaaaay better! I don't usually write stories about the main character getting with the person he/she (she in this case) doesn't go with in the anime/manga. But I made an exception on this one cuz Zoey and Elliot belong together! (I'm thinking of writing another story for Ichigo and Ryou. Shhh!)

So here it is! R&R puh-leeeeeaase!??!! ^-^


Zoey and Elliot

(a Mew Mew Power fanfic)

Chapter 1

It's the end of the work day for the Mew Mews and Zoey Hanson is finishing up her sweeping. She's done and goes to put the broom back in the utensil closet. Walking through the hallways of the café, she searches for Elliot. There's some shuffling of chairs in the dining area, so she goes to see if it's him.

"Elliot?" She calls, looking around the room. "Are you in here Elly?"

"Yeah, Zoey, I'm over here," he answers, standing up from behind the cashier counter.

"Um…" She looks around again until she catches him jumping over the counter. "Oh!"

"What did you want?" He asks as he walks up to her.

"Well, everyone else has gone home and I'm finished with everything, so… can I go?"

"No!!" Elliot shouts, making Zoey squeak. "Uh, sorry. For yelling I mean."

Zoey looks at him in complete confusion and thinks to herself, What's wrong with him? Why did he yell at me like that?

"Just… go get changed and meet me back here." He pointed at a table they're standing next to. "I need… We have things to talk about." His voice was low and almost uncertain.

"What kind of things?" She asked. I'm not sure if he has to say something good or something bad, she thought and stared into his eyes for some sort of sign. What ever it is… I think I should be scared.

"You'll know. Just get dressed."

"O-okay." She left to the dressing room and got changed as she was instructed. She came out in her school uniform and regular pig-tails to find Elliot sitting at the table he'd mentioned. "I, um… I'm dressed," she announced nervously.

"Oh, uh… Sit." He waved a hand to the seat across from him.

"A-alright," she stammered and clumsily sat down. I feel like I'm making a fool of myself, she thought.

"How do I put this..?" Elliot murmured as he tapped a finger to his chin in thought.

Zoey questioned for his attention. "Uh, Elliot?" He looked up at her. "You've been acting weird all day. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he replied, shaking his head. "H-how is your… relationship with, uh, Mark going?"

"That's personal," she declared with a slight frown. She crossed her arms and cautiously inquired, "Why do you ask?"

"I know," he started, referring to the first thing she said, "but I… Please, tell me."

Zoey thinks about it for a minute and decides to tell him. "Um, well, we've been really happy with each other. He makes me feel special and warm inside." She smiled sadly at the memories of how things used to be.

"There's more," Elliot confronted. "You're only telling me half-truth."

"How did you know?" She wondered, looking up at him in surprise.

He took a minute before answering. "I can tell." He showed no emotion as Zoey tried to study his face.

She sighed before surrendering to admit to the truth. "If you must know, we've had a few arguments lately and we've been having fewer dates."

"Why?" He questioned with concern full in his voice, causing Zoey's body to tingle.

"He keeps telling me he's busy whenever I suggest doing something together and when we finally do something, he looks so bored and uninterested," she confesses as she stares at the table's surface. "Sometimes, I think he doesn't want to be with me."

"What kind of arguments have you had?"

"Well, the first time was small and about nothing in particular. The second time was on why he never wants to do anything anymore. And the most recent- the biggest one we've had- was about my duty as a Mew Mew." She fiddled with the skirt of the dress.

"Wh-what happened with that one?" Elliot stammered. He cleared his throat, hoping it would fix the stuttering.

"Do you remember how we had to take care of those leftover predacytes last week?"

"Yeah."

"When I met up with Mark at school the next day, he blew up! He started yelling at me about always being called to work."

"What exactly did he say?"

She tried to imitate the way Mark had sounded. "He said, 'Why do you always have to go?! Can't your friends take care of them without you? I thought they were stronger!' Then I said, 'They are, but I have to be there out of support and in case things get out of hand.' The argument went on for a while and I ended up being late for class."

"I thought he was okay with your powers and everything."

"I thought so too, but he seems annoyed about it now."

"Why would he say that he's okay with it and do everything he can to protect you… only to be annoyed by it later?"

"I don't know," Zoey sobbed. She started to cry and put her hands to her face to hide.

Elliot cringed at seeing her cry. He hated seeing her like that. He felt like rushing out of his seat to kiss her and make everything better. "Did he say anything else about it?"

Zoey looked up and dried her eyes. "Um…" She trailed off to think. "Well," she began nervously, "h-he did blame you for it a-and accused you of possibly l-liking me."

"Oh!" Elliot exclaimed in shock.

"Yeah…" Zoey looked back at the table.

"I'm sorry, Zoey," Elliot said sincerely.

Thinking he said something else, she started saying, "I know. Isn't that just stu-" but stopped after what he really said processed through her head. "Huh?"

Pretending he never said anything, Elliot said, "What?"

"Y-you didn't say- You didn't even- What's with you Elly?" Zoey spazzed.

"What do you mean?" He questioned, trying to remain 'innocent'.

"You've been acting really nice to me lately," she stated softly. Then her voice was sharp. "Why?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Right there!" Zoey shouted, pointing a finger in front of his face as she stood up abruptly. The chair fell backwards, but neither one was fazed by it. "You're acting so innocent. And you've been really secretive around me for, like, a month now. Everyone else has seen it too. Except, Wesley seems to know what's going on, but he won't tell us anything. Now what's going on?"

"It's nothing! Can't a guy change and not be hounded about it?" He asked, trying to sound irritated.

"No because you're not the type to change!" Zoey yelled.

Great, she's mad now. Look at what I've done, Elliot thought solemnly to himself, but before he could think… "Then I guess nothing's wrong with me," he retorted.

What, he's too perfect to have something wrong with him?! Zoey boiled at his comment. "You are such an egocentric jerk!"

Now, he really was irritated. "How am I egocentric?!" He yelled as he flew off of his chair and leaned over the table.

"You just are!" Their faces were inches apart and neither one broke away. They were like that for several minutes before Zoey finally cooled down enough to lean back and exasperatedly say, "Whatever. Just tell me why you've been acting different."

"I can't," he sighed and sat back down in his chair.

Zoey stared at him for a moment and picked up her school bag. "Fine. You're acting like a child and I'm going home." She started to walk past Elliot when he jumped out of his seat again and grabbed on to her shoulders.

"No!!" He shouted and released her as soon as he realized what he was doing.

"Why not?" She gritted through her teeth.

"Never mind it! Just go home then." He stepped aside and pointed to the door, not bothering to look at her.

"Finally," she said toxically in his ear and ran out.

As soon as she was out of sight, Elliot banged his fists hard on the table and headed for his room, not forgetting to kick the chair out of his way. Why do I have to be that way with her? He asked himself. She was just telling me that her boyfriend has been acting distant towards her and that they've been arguing a lot. This is the last thing she needs. Especially from me. If only I could stop being a baby about telling her, she'll understand why I act the way I do. He got to his room and lied down on his bed for a while.

Zoey kept running and soon bumped into something. "Ow!" She exclaimed as she rubbed her head. She looked forward to see two legs and realized it was a person she bumped into. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going," she explained as the person helped her up. She looked up to see the face and to her surprise, it was none other than her boyfriend. "M-Mark!" She stammered in shock.

"Hey Zoey. Why were you running? You looked pretty angry." He sounded concerned.

Zoey sighed her aggravation. "It's stupid, egotistical Elliot! He's such a jerk; it makes me so mad!"

Mark frowned at the mention of the name. "What did he do this time?"

"He's been acting strange lately, particularly around me, and I tried to get him to tell me, but he just made some snide remark and we burst out into a huge argument! I don't even know why I bother," she pouted.

"It's like I said, he likes you," Mark stated resentfully.

"How could he like me when he makes me so mad and especially when he knows I have a boyfriend?! If he likes me, I'm gonna kill him!" Zoey fumed.

"You can't."

"Huh?"

"You can't because you like him too. So you won't."

"What?! Mark, I don't like him at all! Why would I when I love you?"

"Because you don't love me."

"Yes I do! How could you say that to me?!"

Mark sighed and turned away from her. "Zoey, I came to pick you up from work because I needed to talk to you. I wanted to take you somewhere else, but I guess here is as good as any. I realized this afternoon that you and I aren't working out anymore. That Elliot guy is too much in the way than I would like and I can't ask you to quit your job at Café Mew Mew because of the powers. And I understand that you can't just leave your friends like that. But I hate not being able to hang out anymore." He turned to face her again. "I just think we should break up. That way, we could at least be a little happier than we've been."

Zoey started crying and shook her head roughly. "How can I ever be happy without you?! We can figure this out! Just please don't leave me!" She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him and wept into his shirt. He didn't move or return the embrace.

"I'm sorry Zoey. But I think it's for the best. And it would be better if we don't stay friends. Don't worry, though. I won't tell anyone about the Mews. Just promise me you'll be happy again."

Zoey sobbed for a few seconds before answering. "I can't… Not without you… I love you so much!" She threw her head up and met his lips with hers. He kissed back, and then pulled away from her.

"I love you too Zoey. And I always will. But I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." With that, he took off running as Zoey sank to her knees.

Why? Why did this have to happen? Why me? Why, why, why? I hate this. It's a dream. I know it is. I'll wake up in my bed and none of this will have ever happened, she thought to herself. "Come on Zoey! Wake up! Wake up!" She told herself as she started slapping her face. "No luck."

Zoey slowly stood up and turned around. "I can't believe this." Without thinking, she ran back towards the café. She kept running until she saw the building, and then the door. She walked in- surprised to find it still open- and kept walking through the dining area.

Elliot was asleep on his bed until he heard a noise. It sounded like a door closing. Startled, he sat up and looked around frantically. Must be Wesley, he thought carelessly and got up to shower.

Zoey took her time walking around the café, letting her thoughts about the break-up register. She walked through the dining area- circling the tables, walked through the kitchen to see if there were any sweets to satisfy her sorrow, and finally walked down the hall, stopping at Elliot's door.

Elliot got out of the shower, dried off, and put his boxers and pants on- forgetting to button and zip them. He walked out of the joining bathroom to his room and found his water bottle. Taking a swig, he thought about the argument with Zoey and ran a hand through his golden locks.

Thinking whether she should knock before opening his door, Zoey subconsciously reached out anyway and pulled the handle. The door opened and, there in front of her, was a half naked Elliot. He looked at her- not really knowing what was going on- until it sunk in that she was there and he wasn't completely dressed.

"Aaaaaahh!" They screamed.

"What are you doing coming into my room without knocking?!" He yelled.

"What are you doing going around with your pants undone?!" She fired back.

"I live here! I can do whatever I want! Now get out!" He quickly ushered her out of his room and closed the door, locking it this time.

"I only came back because I didn't know where else to go!" Zoey yelled through the door and stormed off in the direction of the dining area.

This got Elliot's attention, so he buttoned and zipped up his pants and grabbed a shirt, running out of his room after her. He entered the dining area as he was putting his shirt on and saw that she was halfway to the door. "Zoey wait! What do you mean you had no where else to go?"

She turned to face him, but walked backwards towards the door. "I mean, I can't go home and there's no where else I can go, so I came back!" Her back hit the door and she found the handle with no problem.

Elliot closed in on her and put his hand to the door, next to the left side of her head. "At least tell me what you're talking about before you leave again."

She started crying for the third time that day. "It's nothing! Nothing happened between me and Mark!"

"Ah, but I never said anything about Mark. Did I?"

Zoey gasped as she realized that she just gave herself away. "Oh."

Elliot lifted his free hand- never having taken his other hand off the door, away from the side of her head- and cupped her chin, pulling it up to meet his gaze. "What happened?" He asked softly and retracted his hand, placing it on her hip.

She sniffed before answering. "I was running because I was still mad from our argument and I bumped into him. We started talking and he tells me that-" sniff "-we should break up! He said that it would be for the best if we broke up and not remain friends. Elliot, he wants nothing to do with me anymore! How could he do that after everything we've been through together?!" She latched on to his shirt and sobbed into it.

Elliot wrapped his arms around her and said, "I don't know." They lingered in their embrace until Zoey pulled away.

"I should go home. You don't need my problems to worry about."

"No, don't leave!" Elliot shouted with panic clear in his voice.

Zoey looked up from drying her eyes. "Why?"

"Because," he stated childishly.

"Because why?"

"Just because."

Zoey was starting to get annoyed by the game. Every time she said she was going home, he'd tell her not to leave. She would ask why and he would never tell her and finally dismiss her to go home. So she always left work in a bad mood. It was rather irritating and she was about to do something drastic to him. "Just because why?" She asked sharply with a deadly glare.

"Because I don't want you to leave me!" He accidently screamed and regained his composure.

Zoey stopped glaring at him and took in confusion. "Huh?"

"Y-you're boyfriend- uh, Mark was right… when he said that stuff about me," Elliot said slowly.

"Wh-what..?"

"I love you, Zoey."

End of Chapter 1


Hello my fans! Hola mi admiradors! Konnichiwa aikousha! Ciao ammiratores! Bonjour admirateurs! (That's all I got.) XD I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you enjoy the next chapter because that's it! That's all I have for the story cuz that's all I wanted to happen. Thank you and review! ^^