Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew or any of its characters.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Blue Planet

Chapter 1

Two weeks have passed since the aliens gave up the battle for Earth and evacuated the coveted planet, and have since returned to their home. However, they received a far from warm welcome…

"You three, go inside! Quickly now, the Great King Suigin will not tolerate being kept waiting." The alien trio took a few tentative steps forward as the stone-faced guard prodded them with the traditional Pai-gra stick in the direction of the colossal stone doors, the doors which no one ever wanted to have to pass through. Heavy iron chains trailed from the aliens' manacled hands in place of the decorative ribbons they once had worn, and heavy rings encircled their ankles to prevent escape. Although the chains they bore were cumbersome, it was the rings that would stop anyone from attempting to run, as they contained a device that would cause them to explode if they were deployed by the guards who, smirking, held the remotes. Tart gulped and raised his head to examine the top of the doors as he passed through them, preferring to look at the doors themselves then the sight that the room he had just entered contained.

"Kish, Pie, Tart," The enraged alien leader fumed, pacing back and forth in front of the three clearly nervous aliens. "You have betrayed us, your own kind! You have surrendered our planet, our future! You have failed your task." Tart decided to cut in.

"We didn't surrender, we merely-"

"SILENCE! As punishment for your failure to capture Earth, you shall be banished to the hostile moon of Fuzen! You will be leaving in two days with your escort. Now, go!"

"So much for our hearing…" Kish muttered to Tart as he passed by him on their way out of the room. Tart smiled weakly; at least he would not be alone.

"Man," Kish stated, "King Suigin scares me. Fuzen is the planet where all the criminals go. It's the place that mothers tell their children about, that fathers fear, a child's worst nightmare. I'd give anything to be someone else right now. Why don't we go for a walk?" Everyone agreed, so they rose from the various places around the musty room they had sprawled themselves, and departed to the underground streets of their home city, Soya Chikei.

Back in the quarters of the alien king Suigin, a young female knelt before the throne. "General Maya," the king began, "we will need everyone possible for this war. The people of Earth may be weak and inferior, but they boast a far greater fighting force then we'll ever have. I'm leaving it to you to search the town for worthy soldiers. Collect anyone who is of proper age and health. I have confidence in you, my daughter. Do not disappoint me."

"I will serve you well, King Suigin." She replied, as she rose. Maya then turned to the group of soldiers that had been summoned to the corner of the vast throne room. "Let's go. You heard our king, we have work to do." Spoke the pink-haired general, and with them she left to search the city for possible warriors.

Two days came and went in the blink of an eye, and at last the dreaded hour of the banishment was upon them. Their escort was a group of four, hostile-looking men, who quickly secured the explosive bracelets on their wrists as well as the chains. The guards then prodded the distressed aliens down the street to the edge of town where the large docks of the spaceport could be seen, and the ominous silhouettes of the battleships that were being stocked with supplies by many frantic aliens, scurrying back and forth like ants in their haste to complete the task.

Pie, Kish, and Tart shuffled aboard a small transport ship, called a , and the trio moved toward a cluster of pedestals, eager to sit down. However, a guard rushed forward, and, with a slap of his Pai-gra stick, he ushered them toward a holding cell in the back. "No levitating for convicts." He spat, smirking. The unfortunate aliens fumed silently while the guard locked them in the cell, and then took his place atop one of the pedestals along with his comrades. However, Tart quickly resolved the matter by sticking his tongue out at the guard as soon as his back was turned.

Kish sighed as he slid down the cold wall of the cell to land on the floor, and leaned back against the wall. The others did the same, and they looked about them bleakly, searching half-heartedly for any means of escape. Eventually they all gave up, and their gazes shifted dejectedly to the floor. Tart at last broke the silence.

"Guys, we have to do something! Did you see all those battleships they're loading up? By the looks of it, they're sending every able-bodied alien to Earth! They won't stand a chance down there!" He explained to his fellows.

"We're in no position to help anyone, Tart." Kish replied with a sigh, "although you're right, it feels like we should do something. But still…traitor…I don't like the sound of the word, especially not when it applies to me. If we do anything to help the humans, we will be betraying our own race. Can we do that?"

"Do you think King Suigin is right to attack Earth? How can you still support him when he's sending us to Fuzen!"

"You're right again, Tart…I don't. Besides, I would like to see Earth again…"

"Hmph! It's Ichigo you want to see, Kish!" Tart broke in teasingly.

"You shut up, shorty!" Replied the alien, looking very Christmassy with his green hair and red face. Tart giggled, but Pie, who had been silent for the whole conversation, clapped his hand over Tart's mouth to silence him.

"Be quiet! Do you two want to bring the guards back here?" Tart shook his head, and Pie removed his hand.

"So…what do you think we should do, Pie? Anything we do, we have to do together. We all have to agree." Kish said slowly, turning to the older alien. Pie was silent for a few minutes, then spoke.

"I don't particularly like humans. They pollute their planet and have little regard for those that share the land with them. However…I definitely don't want to spend the rest of my days beating back convicts for my meals. I say we go to Earth!" Tart was about to cheer, but caught himself just in time and did a silent dance instead. Once he had finished, Tart began to whisper.

"Good! Because I've already thought up a plan…"

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

NOTE: Reviews are very muchappreciated, althoughflamesare not welcome. Flame at your own risk!