Hi everyone! I'm MMkun. This is my first fanfic. It's not really about anyone specific. PxT, BxT you know. I try and do a good job! Flames are welcome. I want to be the best writer I can be!

I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

"Pudding Fong."

"Here."

"Kohana Fuji."

"Here."

"Taruto Nakamura."

"Present."

Taruto? Somehow that name sound familiar. Pudding turned around to look at him and her mouth dropped. He had chestnut brown hair and eyes, and looked hauntingly familiar.

I know him from somewhere…but where?

He caught her eye and winking at her. She turned around blushing.

*******

"You look like you saw a ghost." Ringo commented.

"I'm fine. Just a new student took me by surprise, na no da."

"Really? What's his name?"

Ringo had moved from the island reserve to Tokyo when she turned 13. She and Pudding had been friends, but they had never been close until they discovered that they went to the same school. They were now in their 3rd year o f high school.

Both were popular with the boys, but took no notice. They were both lithe with not many curves, and beautiful, delicate faces. The only difference between them was that Ringo was a brunette with brown eyes, while Pudding was a blond with yellow eyes.

"Taruto Nakamura."

"Taruto, huh? Don't know him. Ryou or Keiichiro might, though."

Ichigo, Mint and Lettuce were in college, pursuing their dreams. Berry worked at the local zoo during the morning, trying to save up money for the exclusive college she wanted to go to. She stilled worked at the café in afternoons.

Zakuro was the star in some Hollywood flick called "Wolf Girl." (When Pudding told Ryou this, he laughed. "Oh, the irony!" he had said. Keiichiro merely smiled and said "It fits her.")

"Maybe."

"Anyways," Ringo said. "How's karate coming for you?"

"It's going great, na no da!" Pudding said excitingly. "Yuu said I had excellent form and—" She paused. Ringo was looking mischievous.

"What are you thinking?"

"You and Yuu would be a really cute couple, you know that?"

"No!" Pudding exclaimed. "No way!"

"Why? Do you have your eyes on someone else?"

Pudding picked at her orange nail-polish. "No, it's just… I've got this feeling… I don't know... it just feels wrong."

"Really? Why?"

"That's the thing. I don't know"

Ringo gave a small smile. "Are you okay? You're very deep today."

"Oh. Am I?" Pudding asked. "Sorry, I don't mean to."

"Anyways, it's time for lunch. Desert today is pudding, your favorite!"