This is a little piece of fluff that I've started writing when I am stuck on my other stories or am tired of doing homework! Enjoy and review please!
Disclaimer for entire story: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew.
Ages really fast:
Ichigo-16
Masaya-18
Ryou-19
Retasu/Lettuce-17
Minto/Mint-16
Purin/Pudding-14
Zakuro-23
Keiichiro-25
Kishu/Kish-17
Taruto/Tart-14
Pai-18
Chapter 1
The strawberry haired girl slumped over her broom in exhaustion. She looked up at the clock and sighed in relief as there were only ten more minutes of her workday.
"Hey! Strawberry! Get back to work or I'll dock your pay!" The girl's young, blonde employer shouted.
"Shut up Shirogane! You know I work harder than anyone else in this cafe!" the redhead shouted back.
"I don't care what everyone else is doing. You should be working. Now Get Back To Work!" He stated as he headed up the stairs towards his bedroom.
The girl groaned and continued, reluctantly, sweeping the floor.
I'm going to give him a piece of my mind as soon as I clock out. And I'm going to ask for a raise!
"Ichigo? Can you come help me in the kitchen for a minute?" The brunette chef, Keiichiro, called out to the cat-girl.
"Sure Akasaka-san. I'm almost finished out here." the redhead replied happily. She knew that after she helped the chef, there would be a delicious pastry waiting for her; that was the deal the two shared. She placed the broom in the appropriate place and headed to the kitchen.
As she helped Keiichiro get ready to close up the shop, she munched delightedly on a cream puff. The older boy shocked her out of her daydream of her loving boyfriend, Masaya, by saying, "I apologize for Ryou being so rude to you. He's just had an off day."
"Akasaka-san, you say that everyday. And you know you don't need to apologize for Shirogane's actions." Ichigo said softly.
The fighting between Ryou Shirogane and Ichigo Momomiya was a daily occurrence at the cafe and was often looked forward to by the regulars. The fights usually started over Ichigo's complaining about being the only one that worked and usually ended with Ryou threatening to dock her pay. Although, the fights also sometimes ended when the koneko demanded a raise and was shot down by her employer.
Today was no different.
As the koneko ascended the stairs, she practiced a speech in her head. A speech which would never be voiced because she knew her employer wouldn't be wearing a shirt and she would get embarrassed and shout and throw items at the boy, ultimately forgetting the speech. She slowly reached toward the doorknob, drew back, then reach again; this time turning and pulling back the door.
And there was Shirogane, sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop (no doubt it was about the Mew Project), clad only in his signature white pants.
"Ah! Shirogane! Can't you at least put on a shirt! You are in the presence of a lady!"
"First, I am in my room, so I am allowed to dress however I want. And second, I don't see a lady anywhere, unless she is behind you." He coolly replied.
Ichigo screamed in frustration. "You are such a jerk, you know that! I'm not surprised Retasu left you for Pai! She is so much better off with anyone that isn't you! I pity the poor girl you end up with (if you end up with one) because she'd have to take your oh-so-superior attitude every single day!"
"Oh my, Strawberry. I didn't know you knew any words with more than two syllables," his blue eyes sparkled with contempt, "And for your information, Retasu didn't 'leave me for Pai'. I suggested that he was a more suitable companion because I... because I...," he started faltering.
"Because you...?" Ichigo asked, tapping her foot.
"Because I liked someone else." Ryou finished, staring at the floor wondering if he said too much.
Apparently he had satisfied Ichigo's questioning because she immediately changed to a curious attitude and asked, "Who?"
"Hah! Like I'd tell you! And if I did, you -baka Strawberry- would open your giant mouth and tell everyone you saw. So no, I'm not going to tell you... DON'T GIVE ME THAT FACE! I could fire you, ya know."
"You wouldn't. I know this because I am your 'ultimate weapon' and you wouldn't want years of data on the Mew Project flushed down the drain now would you?" She smiled mischievously at him.
Today would be different.
"That brings my to the point as to why I came up here. I am sick and tired of being treated like a slave! You and I both know that the only reason your cafe is making profits is because of me. You could at least make the others work a little instead of what they currently do. Minto sips her tea, often demanding that I refill it even though she has arms and legs. Retasu, she tries, but she breaks so many plates. And you don't even take it out of her pay! If I were to break a plate, it would be immediately deducted from my paycheck. Purin ends up breaking just as many plates from her tricks. And Zakuro scares the customers away with her attitude.
"I do practically everything, every single day, and does anyone say 'Thanks Ichigo' or 'Nice job Ichigo'? No. They just order me around more. Keiichiro is the only one nice enough to hold a conversation without saying, 'Oh Ichigo, can you cover my shift?' or 'Look at this trick I'm gonna do tomorrow na no da.' The least you can do is give me a raise," she finished.
"So you're demanding a raise from your employer?" Shirogane calmly asked.
"Yes. And I'm also demanding that you put a shirt on."
"Okay."
"Really?"
"No."
Ichigo huffed, but decided that since she has at least said her speech, she could bug him tomorrow. And she went downstairs, changed, and left.
Gah! That girl is so frustrating!
Although she does have a point.
Not you again. Can't you just leave me alone? It's your fault she's acting this way now.
How is it my fault? If I recall, it was your suggestion to have the girls work at Cafe Mew.
Just leave.
No. You push everyone but Keiichiro away. If you learned to be more accepting, SHE might even consider you.
She wouldn't consider me anyways. She has a 'perfect' boyfriend. No one is perfect, but if she's happy, he probably comes close.
And if you were nice to her, when her so called 'perfect' boy toy messes up, you could be there to pick up the pieces.
But I don't want to be her rebound guy. I want her to like me of her own accord, not because I helped (IF, which is most likey not going to happen) her get over him.
Well, you first have to be more open with people in general.
Thanks for reading!
