AN: Hi, I'm 80sMewMew! :) If you liked my first story you will probably like this. Get ready for a boatload of dimension traveling, romance, friendships and of course what we all love the Mews Mews! :) I hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew and I never will.

Dear Reader,

If you're reading this, I feel like it is necessary to tell you that our lives are very chaotic right now, which is why this compilation of our lives even exists. First and foremost, Lettuce-chan found these two girls on our doorstep and secondly, the aliens came back!

Kisshu: You have to tell them why! You can't just say oh, we're back for no reason.

Kisshu, why are you here?!

Kisshu: I am here to make sure you write this letter properly. And, of course, to see you...

K-Kisshu!

Kisshu: Are you going to tell them why?

And surprisingly they have come asking for help...

Happy?

Kisshu: Very.

You can't just randomly put yourself into this! This is my letter! So, resuming my letter. We sure have a lot to juggle. But I guess there's no use worrying about it. I'm Ichigo and I will be of service, nyan!

Kisshu: You should really get a new catchphrase, kitten.

Olivia: Yeah, you really should!

You too?! Oh, this is getting exasperating!

Olivia: And Kisshu, you should too. I mean, really: honey, kitty and toy? I expected more from you...

Kisshu: There is nothing wrong with my catchphrases!

Olivia: But it's cliché.

Kisshu: It's not cliché!

Please excuse those two.

Kids...

And most importantly, I hope you enjoy reading our adventures, our tragedies and our hopes.

Best Wishes,

Ichigo

(And Kisshu and Olivia)

Why did you sign your names?! You didn't do anything except criticize!

Kisshu: Constructive criticism, kitten. There is a difference.

Olivia: Yes, we're helping.

Ichigo: Sure, sure, you are...

Chapter 1: Wishing Stars - Make a Wish!

Olivia Murasaki was not one to believe in shooting stars. She was too practical for that. At least she though so. Despite only being 11, she had stopped believing in what she called 'silly dreams', at a age much younger than most. Ever since her parents left she had lost hope; she had stopped believing in miracles.

The rain poured down on the windowpane, leaving teardrops as it came down.

"Tonight there definitely won't be one,' Olivia thought thinking about her little stargazing. Every night she would look outside her window, hoping that a shooting star would be there. Just for her.

The idea of actually trying to wish upon a star came to her a few weeks ago, while watching anime with Disney-like endings, which most girls her age liked. There, the wishes always came true, love would conquer all. You know the type.

She wished that life could be the same and she craved it the most when watching anime like that. Especially one anime, Tokyo Mew Mew. After finding out about the anime from some friends and watching a few episodes, she found herself hooked. She didn't know why, but she couldn't stop watching it. Perhaps, she had started feeling something for the characters, she wanted them to be happy, she wanted to see their happy ending.

She saved up her money and eventually had enough to buy the DVDs and manga. She watched a few episodes and read a few chapters every night, comparing the two and their differences.

Her favorite episode had become the Christmas episode. Ichigo's hope and love inspired Olivia. She cared about the best for Aoyama and hoped he wouldn't die. Ichigo showed that if you had enough hope and believed, miracles could happen. It was just one episode, but it made Olivia want to hope – want to believe – that maybe, just maybe, miracles and wishes on a shooting star could come true.

However, her hope was faltering quickly as every night she tried there was no shooting star to be found. But she couldn't and wouldn't stop trying because she really did want a miracle. That is what had motivated her to get up later that night, when the rain had stopped. She slowly crept out of bed and turned around to look at her sister. She had fallen asleep reading a book. "That's just like Coco," Olivia sighed.

Olivia looked at the time, it was 12:00 AM. She resumed tip-toeing to the window. Opening the glass balcony doors slowly, she stepped outside. Walking out on the wooden balcony floor and leaning over the balcony rail, Olivia trailed her eyes on the dark velvet sky and the landscape of the Provence countryside.

To her utter shock and delight there was a star. 'Its now or never,' she thought, fearing that like every other night it would just disappear.
Letting go of the cold, wet rail, Olivia got down on the wood floor and clasped her hands together. Tight.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes shut and wished. She wished with all her might. "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I wish... I wish for a family again. Having a family would make everything better. It would make our life bright again," She opened her eyes and slowly stood up.

Olivia couldn't – no – didn't want to go to sleep. She walked over to her night table, well tired. She ended up tripping on an object. She looked down to see her plush sheep. Old and worn out – filled with memories. She picked up the sheep, and continued on to the small night table resting near her bed. On the other side of the bed was Coco's own bed and her night table. Facing the end of the beds was a small TV.

Olivia opened an old-fashioned drawer. This house was her grandmother's, who had lived there since she was young. Now Olivia lived there with Coco while their grandmother was now in the hospital, an old and feeble woman. So the two girls basically took care of the house and visited her.

"She might die soon," Olivia thought of her hospitalized grandmother. Shaking her head to clear the bad thoughts, Olivia rummaged through the drawer.

Taking a small item radiating a light glow, which was a glow stick that she fondly remembers using at a concert with her mother, she then grabbed one of the many volumes of the TMM manga. Olivia then got under the covers and started to read.

She read and read until her eyes started to get heavy. She was reading laying on her stomach, her hand barely able to stop jumping as she flipped the page, the other gripping the plush toy. The manga was sprawled out on her pillow, open on a page of Cafe Mew Mew. "Momma, poppa, I miss you. I wish you were here," she whispered barely audible. She closed her eyes and slipped away to sleep. Her hand still resting on the manga page...