Author's Note: This is sort of a tribute to those supporting characters that are completely forgotten in doujinshi ;P Let's hope I get their characters right, I haven't watched TMM in a while.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew.
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Just A Moment
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Absently, Miwa asked, "Have you noticed that Ichigo's been very...detached lately?"
A blonde girl nodded in response and stirred her chocolate milkshake. "I asked her to go to the mall with us on Saturday, but she refused - she never refuses outings with us," Moe grumbled, accidentally tipping her drink over and splattering the syrupy liquid into her uniform-clad lap.
"Maybe she's busy with her work at Cafe Mew Mew, though I doubt it," Miwa handed Moe a napkin. "Akasaka-san and Shirogane-san are very nice, after all. And there are four other waitresses there too, aren't there?"
Moe took the napkin thankfully and began wiping her gray skirt. "Yeah...by the way, is it just me, or does the purple-haired one look sort of like Fujiwara Zakuro?"
Miwa snorted derisively. "A little, but I'm sure Fujiwara-sama wouldn't act like that. Last time I went in to order a smoothie, she had to serve me, and when she was leaving to get my smoothie, I heard her mumbling something about blood and..." The pretty brunette thought for a moment. "...tarts, I think it was. Something about tearing out their eyeballs...she's psychotic. Tarts don't have eyeballs."
"You're right, I don't think she's Fujiwara Zakuro."
A silence consumed the park. Normally, this would be when Ichigo added something to the conversation, if she hadn't added something earlier. Neither of the schoolgirls knew what to say - they simply stared at each other and sat there, in the browning grass...autumn was coming.
"I miss Ichigo," Moe declared all of a sudden, standing up. "It just doesn't feel right without her."
Miwa bobbed her head in agreement, unfolding her legs so that she could rise as well. "Let's go. She should be at Cafe Mew Mew, shouldn't she?"
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Ichigo was surprised when her two best friends banged into the empty cafe. She was even more surprised at they each flung themselves at her; what had she done to deserve all the hugs and attention? The broom she'd swept the cafe with lay forgotten on the floor as she wrapped her arms around their forms as well...after all, moments like this with her friends were worth getting yelled at by Shirogane.
-Fin.