A/N: I had an idea, I lost it, then I didn't want to write at all, but I forced myself to anyways. XD
Sentence starter: "One busted ceiling, one surgery, $2,000, four days of tube feeding and five nights on my bed later: my cat is safe."-J, .
It was unfair, really, how everything went horribly wrong. Ever since Tokyo Mew Mew had fully formed, there was a pattern. The aliens would cause trouble, the girls would swoop in, defeat the enemy, and save the day. So why was that day so different?
Why did she have to get hurt?
It wasn't dramatic or suspenseful. There wasn't a slow-motion action scene where she simply stared at her demise slowly coming at her, only to roll out of the way at the last second. It was that damn cat! Some mangy stray that had foolishly wandered into the mall-turned-battlefield. Everyone else noticed the way the ceiling was crumbling and how shaky the support beams were. Except her, of course. I think she was talking to the damn cat. So when the ceiling finally did fall in, everyone, myself included, shouted out a warning to her. I remember how her pink eyes widened for a second before the black cat near her mewed pitifully and she threw herself on top of it. I think it cried out for help once it saw its possible death hurdling towards it.
It took me and Keiichiro several minutes of digging to find her while the other four kept the aliens away. I've never been more relieved in my life than when we found her. Bruised, bloodied, and unconscious, but she was breathing. The girls finished their fight up quickly, and helped us get her back to headquarters. We couldn't take her to the hospital, since too many questions would be asked, so through a combined effort of Keiichiro and I, we were able to drain the blood out of her lungs and piece her ribs back together. Her Mew Mew DNA helped a lot too, but her jaw was shattered.
She spent several days laying in my bed, hooked up to a feeding tube. Her parents were convinced that she had gone to a dessert convention or something equally foolish. I wouldn't know; I haven't left her side. The girls visited often, asking how she was, and we closed the shop for a few days. I'm pretty sure Keiichiro tried giving me something to help me sleep, but I don't remember. It was on the fifth night that she woke up and I finally relaxed. Her dark eyes slowly fluttered open and I knew she was going to be okay. Ichigo was safe.
"Welcome back, strawberry idiot."
