*I do not own Tokyo mew mew or any of its characters.
*This might not go down well with Ryou fans, but I was wondering where the Earth would be if Ryou had not survived the fire his parents died in. Then I thought: what if Keiichiro had been busy instead of taking Ryou out that evening?
*So that's where the story came from…

Keiichiro's POV: I stood outside the doctor's house and watched in dismay as the ravaging flames burnt down all that I knew. The doctor, his wife, and the boy, Ryou, were all inside along with all Dr. Shirogane's research, and most likely dead by now. I ran my hands through my hair and choked back the lump in my throat; it was all my fault! I was supposed to take the boy out to see the University tonight, but because of that stupid phone call telling me to go to a stupid reunion party, I had called it off at the last-minute, and now he was dead. Who had been the person on the other end of the phone? They obviously hadn't really been my 'old school friend' because there hadn't been a party...

I heard the sirens get steadily louder, and knew I had to leave, or find myself a suspect for a crime I didn't do. I ran back to my car and quickly drove away, taking a detour along a small country road. Then I stopped the car and cried. I cried for the dead family that I had grown so close to, and I cried for the future that was no longer available to me. Not only had the doctor and all of his years of findings gone up in flames, so had my home! I cursed my stupidity and slammed my face into my hands. It was over.

Five years later…

Keiichiro Akasaka pulled up in the café car park and sat for a while thinking. It was five years today that the Shiroganes had died, where would he be now if they hadn't? Rich? Famous? He sighed and got out of the car, locked it and walked towards the door to café mew mew. For the past two years, he had run the café, and had named it after Dr. Shirogane's project to honour his memory. He worked as both the manager and the cook, and he had so far employed two girls to work for him.

They were both pleasant girls, one had green hair and huge glasses, but she was quiet and shy, although very intelligent. The other was, he guessed, about ten years old, although he has never actually asked her. She had short, blonde hair, and was as excitable as a puppy, but she got the work done so he didn't mind. The sun was shining, and there was a pleasant breeze; it looked like a good day for the café he thought as he unlocked the door to another normal day…

Ichigo Momomiya woke up after a pleasant dream about Masaya Aoyama, the boy she was going out on a 'date' with today. Then she looked at her clock…

Ten minutes later, Ichigo was dashing towards the train station, hoping with every fibre of her body that it wasn't too late. She stopped briefly in front of a reflective window to hastily straighten her hair, before rounding the corner to see Masaya stood waiting for her. She breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to cover her panting as she made her way towards him.

Kisshu Ikisatashi was sat on the roof of the train station, watching all of this happen. He smirked at the petty problems of the humans below him, but inwardly he envied them. How he wished his people were able to go about their everyday business without a care in the world like those humans. If only the earth belonged to the Cyniclons…

Well soon it would, and there wasn't anyone or anything that could stop him taking over this beautiful planet. He glanced once more at the pretty red-head flirting badly with the dark-haired boy and wondered what her name was. Then he shook his head to clear the distracting thoughts and teleported back to the dimension he was using as a base…

An hour later, Masaya Aoyama was getting fairly bored of Ichigo. She clearly didn't know anything about endangered species, and it was obvious she had only pretended to be interested to get him to go out with her alone. Now that she was alone with him however, the pathetic girl didn't have an interesting word to say to him.

Three times already she's commented on the weather! And when she isn't blabbing nonsense, she just stares at me, and it's really starting to freak me out…

They eventually left the museum, much to Ichigo's relief, and Masaya suggested they go for a walk in the park. Ichigo nearly fainted at the idea, but nodded eagerly. An hour later, they were sat in silence on the grass, watching the sun go down. It would have been romantic, but for the awkwardness between them. Eventually, Ichigo worked up the courage to speak.

"I'm glad the weather was nice today!" She beamed at him.

Seriously? The weather again. Is it impossible to find a pretty girl who's interesting as well?

"Sure, it's been nice. I guess we'd better head home then…"

A few days later, Ichigo had not spoken, or heard from Aoyama-kun. She wasn't really heart-broken because she hadn't really known him; she was more disappointed than anything, and blamed herself for the failure of their date.

Ichigo's POV: my friends had been telling me all day not to worry about it, that it wouldn't have worked out anyway blah blah blah. But I felt like I had to do it; I had to talk to him, just to make sure.

I approached him in the library, and he walked away from his friends to talk to me. My heart lurched.
"Errr," was all I could manage. Stupid! Think of something…
"Thanks for the nice day the other day Aoyama-san…" I beamed at him, was I being too excitable?

He smiled back, "It's okay, I had a good day too." He said.
"We should do it again sometime?"
Okay, so that was a little risky, but it could pay off…

"Maybe." He turned and walked away, leaving me stood there, mortified.

Kisshu's POV: I couldn't get the red-head out of my mind! I was supposed to be concentrating on invading the Earth, and all I could think about was her cute little smile! She just seemed so fun to be around…

I made up my mind: I was going to follow her for a day, then maybe I could just forget about her. I teleported to Earth, and found that it was early afternoon. To my luck, there she was! Walking down the street just below me!

I watched her walking along, she seemed pretty down about something, and for a second I felt sorry for her. No, she's your enemy idiot! I banished the sympathy from my mind. There were two voices in my head: one telling me to forget the girl and go and plan the next chimera attack, and the other telling me to go and speak to her, after all, what harm could it do?

In the end, the stupider of the two voices won, and I swooped down from my high vantage point and landed on the pavement in front of the red-head…

Okay, so the first chapter's quite long and boring, but I figured you needed a background to where I was coming from. The next one will be more exciting I promise! For now though, I want an HONEST review! I'm curious about what you think of my writing...