Cinderella: Tokyo Mew Mew style
Summary: okay we all know Cinderella well this is a different style basically Ichigo is Cinderella Ryou is Prince Charming and the rest of the Mew Mews are the not so evil step sisters I came up with the idea from one of Neko-Tokyo's wallpapers so that's how it started out and now enjoy! (this takes place when Masaya is in England)
Disclaimer- I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew because I could never come up with such cute characters
Chapter 1- Ichigo's present life
Ichigo was a normal kid until the day when she was injected with Irimote cat DNA and was forced to save the world then her boyfriend decided to study in England she was hurt.
"Yea! I still can't believe we beat the aliens na no da! Right Mint? Na no da"
"Pudding! That happened weeks ago!"
"I know na no da but it was scary! Na no da!"
During all of the normal work Ichigo was sitting down staring out the window
Ichigo: (italics are going to be thoughts) Why did Masaya have to leave? I miss him so much!
She gave a long sigh that Ryou heard
"Hey strawberry, why aren't you working?"
"EXCUSE ME! It just so happens that I'm thinking about my boyfriend that left me here!"
Mint muttered "What else does she think about?"
Ryou then got all the Mew Mews together "We're going to have a party for winning the final battle"
"Why didn't we have one sooner?" asked a confused strawberry
"Well we wanted to do research on the alien remains." (like buildings and Chimera Animals not bodies)
"Yea! A party na no da!" (It's based on the anime)
"Is it going to be like the last one Shirogane-san?" asked Lettuce
"Yes and we still have your dresses and new ones for Pudding and Zakuro except strawberry's got damaged in one of the alien attacks on the café."
"Oh! Now I don't have anything to wear!"
"Don't worry strawberry, I got you a new one hear come with me to go get it."
Thought that would be a good place yes its short but I'll work on it later I have a lot going on right now. Please review and I want to know what you think I can improve on. Thanks for reading