Summary: Zakuro Fujiwara is a Japanese superstar by day and an evil fighting heroine by night. She is used to being a lone wolf, however, and so her life becomes a bit more complicated once a blonde-haired boy is insistent on having her join his affiliation.
Rated M for language, mature situations and possible lemons.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew or these characters.
" Perfect! Now tilt your head a little bit more to your right- and don't lose that smile!"
She held a perfect pose. Her endless violet tresses spilled over her shoulders and down her back as she smiled tauntingly into the camera lens. Wearing nothing more than a black lace bra and panties to match, she grasped the handle of a whip firmly in her hand.
Flash.
She wore the role of a sexy dominatrix well, and every male present in the room wanted to have her.
Flash.
"Alright, beautiful!" The photographer beamed excitedly. "That's a wrap for today everyone!"
Chatter and hollers erupted throughout the room after yet another long day. She walked over to one of the assistants and shrugged into a long coat, buttoning up the front mostly- taking a seat on a chair that was quickly provided for her. Sighing, her smile long gone, she glanced over at the photographer who had been excitedly discussing the shoot with a couple of other associates, as well as viewing the photos that were taken.
" Zakuro, excellent work today." Her manager Ruka Miyazaki said curtly, more so occupied by her cell phone than anything else. Zakuro sighed again and leaned against her chair, nodding as one of the male crew offered her a bottle of water, replying with a tired "thank you".
She unscrewed the bottle cap and took a long swig of the spring water before setting it down on the table beside her.
" These pictures will be released in this month's Kiss Baby magazine and Shunga calendar within the next couple of weeks. Just in time for Halloween. Just wait till the guys get a load of you. They won't be able to control themselves, fantasizing about your every character left and right. And then there will be the teenage boys just dying to get a peek."
Zakuro smiled a little at Ruka's anxiousness. She was always ecstatic whenever something Zakuro was involved with, because it usually meant a huge payoff. Zakuro was her star, her most prized possession. She was complete perfection in her eyes, with everything and anything she did.
"Christmas is coming early this year, I suppose." Zakuro replied with a slight chuckle. Ruka laughed.
" Who gave you a sense of humor all of a sudden, hm?"
Zakuro smirked. " I'm just content that I get a little break, that's all. Even if it is for a couple of days." She rose from her seat and stretched tiredly. "It seems like I've been doing photo shoots and interviews non-stop these past few months."
" Well you are Zakuro Fujiwara, after all." Ruka reminded matter-of-factly, adjusting the blue tooth in her ear. Zakuro snorted. She was in fact Japan's most idolized female celebrity, not just for her modeling career but for her acting, dancing, musical talent and sports performances as well.
"You deserve it though." Ruka added with a smile. "I've turned down the interview requested by Sakura TV Station so that you have the rest of the week off, but come Monday we have a lot of catch-up to play young lady."
Zakuro nodded.
After being escorted into the back room to change into her clothing, she said her goodbyes to the crew and Ruka before exiting the building. She put on her sunglasses, tossing her hair over her shoulders and started down the path of the busy streets of Tokyo.
She was grateful that Ruka hadn't tried to have her escorted home that day, because every other day before that she had to endure the screeching that came with Ruka's wrath whenever she insisted that Zakuro not try to get there on her own- that the outside world was dangerous and had criminals and offenders plaguing the streets left and right and just wasn't safe for a woman alone.
But what Ruka didn't seem to understand was that Zakuro was perfectly capable of handling herself.
She latched onto the colossal chimera-infested catfish just as it was about to engulf a couple on the bridge of Hishibi Lake. A bright purple orb of light enveloped the creature, and within seconds the chimera detached itself from its host. The catfish, dropped into the water, unharmed.
"You can stop trembling now." Zakuro said, turning to the shaky couple from atop the lamp post.
"What-who is that?" The woman asked, both relieved that she had been saved, but in disbelief of what had just happened as well.
"She saved us!" She looked down at them both, her face completely hidden within the darkness of the night. The moon, however, illuminated her pale skin and violet tresses. The couple gasped a loud, in complete awe and admiration, and she then leaped away, ignoring the man who hadn't wanted her to leave just yet.
As she departed from the park though, she couldn't help but feel there were other eyes watching her.
Observing her.
Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter. In this story, Zakuro is nineteen, a first year in university and the other girls are fifteen and are sophomores in high school, with the exception of Pudding, who is thirteen in this story. Ryou is also nineteen, Keiichiro is twenty.
And yes Ryou is Zakuro's love interest. I've shipped them ever since Tokyo Mew Mew (Mew Mew Power for me) first came about and would have liked to see them together.
And now they will be. And in this M-rated story no doubt.
If you couldn't tell before, this will be set before Zakuro becomes a part of the Mew Mew's.
If she does, I mean. ;)
(and by the way story was once on my other account [for those that may recognize this work from before] but I've decided to transfer it here and finish it)
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