The usual stuff. I don't own any of these characters. They're copyright their respective copyright holder people. And as far as the title, no, I don't speak Japanese, but I was told by a reliable source that's how it's said. Diabetics and people with cavities are urged to stay away from the sugary cuteness contained within!

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It was night in Tokyo. It was an average animenight. The sky was its normal shade of dark blue with glittering stars dotting the clear expanse. The moon shone in a pale yellow in the shape of a crescent that any pretty soldier magical girl would appreciate. In the distance, the city had gone to sleep, with only a few lights on here and there, while nighttime traffic went quietly on its way. And there in the forest, all would seem calm.

...until there was the sound of a large explosion.

Birds rustled about, some of them fleeing from their nightly nests and into the night sky. And then everything went quiet again...until there was another explosion, finally scaring away the remnant of the remaining birds. Small creatures began to emerge and flee in the opposite direction of the disturbance.

"Danger, Ichigo! Danger!" A small pink machine with big eyes, ears, and small wings that could easily be mistaken for a stuffed toy floated next to the girl. That was Masha, Mew Ichigo's esteemed mechanical artificial intelligence companion, dedicated to aiding her in whatever way it could.

Its warning was quite unneeded unfortunately. Ichigo stood there, with one eye closed and breathing heavily from having to move around so much. She was bruised and beaten up already from the ordeal. She herself seemed quite out of place. She was completely adorned in pink, including her hair (except the cat ears), and had on a dainty skirt, red velvety gloves, and even the tail that extended out behind her had a red bow tied on with a bell included. So what would a cute girl dressed like that be doing fighting a three-story robot?

It loomed, hulking over her. A tall, dark metallic being with a human-like shape. Arms, legs, torso...but the head was a cylinder with a glowing red line for an eye, and in the middle of its chest was painted a white outline of an eye.

It reared back one of its hulking arms then drove it forward towards Ichigo. She leaped out of the way and rolled on the ground. "Ichigo!" Miniature missiles were flying towards her, making her spring to her feet and run. They all hit one after the other just behind her, until one explosion finally caught up to her and knocked her off her feet. She slammed right into a tree, going limp for a moment before trying to pull herself together, looking up at the merciless and emotionless metal monster before her.

"Analysis inconclusive! Identity unknown!" Masha shouted. "Retreat, Ichigo, retreat!"

"...Deep...Blue?" Ichigo managed.

"Negative, negative!" shouted Masha. "Retreat, Ichigo, retrea--SCREECH!"

The trusty machine was hit with a beam, sending out sparks and a few arcs of electricity before it plummeted to the ground completely still. Ichigo's eyes went wide and tears formed. "MASH--"

Her cry was cut short as a giant hand smashed into her, pinning her hard against the tree. "...M-Masha...!" she weakly made out. The machine remained still for the moment with its red eye focused directly on her. This was it. She was finally done for. Where was the rest of the team during this! Why was she attacked on her own! Her mind raced with so many thoughts, and in the confusion she believed she saw her life flash before her. "...oh, Aoyama-kun..." she thought, "if only you could know..."

A cold laughter cut through the night air, chilling Ichigo to the bone. Whoever it was that had her at her mercy obviously was sadistically enjoying this. What looked like a television screen opened up right in mid-air in front of the robot. All that was shown was an orange background and two sinister opaque red eyes, focused directly on the incapacitated Mew Mew.

"Muh hah! Ah hah! Ahhhhhh, hahahahahahahaaaaa! FINALLY!" the voice screamed. It was electronically altered, but Ichigo could tell that it likely belonged to a female. "I got you! I GOT YOU! YES! The Tokyo Mew Mews are finally no more!"

Ichigo's eyes went wide. "W-w-what!" she shouted best she could. "What have you done! Who are you!"

"Ehh heh heh hehhh...take a look." Television screens blipped one after the other in mid-air around Ichigo...and her heart almost stopped.

Girls dressed like her were shown unconscious. One in blue, one in green, one in orange, and one in purple. Ichigo's eyes were wide and her mouth trembled, trying to speak. "...n--n-no...! That's...that's not..."

"Possible?" the voice mocked. "Oh it's very possible. It's very possible and I did it."

"Mint! Lettuce...! Pudd--Pudding...! Zakuro...?" Each of them was lying still and in large clear containers. "No...! No, please...! Please...!" Tears were flowing freely from her eyes. "Please get up...! Say something! Please...!"

"Your pleas will get you nowhere, stupid cat-eared girl!"

"What do you WANT from us!" Ichigo shouted at the unknown foe.

"Want? Well..." The eyes looked to the side at the robot, and it acted on cue. A stream of electricity shot down its arm and hit Ichigo hard. She squirmed the best that she could underneath her oppressor's grip, but to no avail. Her shrill screams echoed through the forest and out into the night sky, until they weakly faded, and there she lied limp and unconscious.

The eyes arched a little, and the laughter began again. "Eh heh heh...heh heh heh hah hah hah KYAHHHHH HAH HAH HAH HAH! YES! IT'S DONE!"

The robot drew back its arm, bent its arms a little at the elbow in a ready position, and steam was released from various facets on its body.

"I defeated the PYU-NEE Mew Mews!" it annunciated. "And now nothing at all...NOTHING AT ALL CAN STOP ME!" The maniacal laugh continued, as the robot reached down and grabbed the unconscious girl. A large, clear cylinder appeared underneath her on the ground, and there the body of Ichigo was placed. The robot did the same for trusty Masha, and then a lid over the top shimmered into existence, sealing the container. The robot grabbed the top and looked up. Rockets extended out of its back, then after a bright flash, it rose up from the ground, then at unebelievable speeds it zoomed off to parts unknown.

Meanwhile, at a house with "Mihama" written on the mailbox, a lone exotic cat awoke. He slowly tiptoed off of the longhaired girl he had been sleeping on and walked over to the window, looking up to the night sky and that sliver of moon. It gave a soft cry.