Hi.well, this is my first fanfiction. I hope you like it!!

note:i do not own tokyo mew mew. if not... well, I'd make me go in it. simple!

anyway, here it is. i hope you like it!

The pink cherry blossoms seemed to decorate every corner here. It seems the Japanese really liked those trees. I mean, I do too, but I miss those good old English oaks.

I took a deep breath and turned my gaze away from the window. I barely heard what my mom was saying to me.

'Next week dad will start work, and then the week after you can start school like everyone else...'

Great. Not only school in a foreign country, but I start when everyone's already got friends and I'll be the odd one out. Super duper.

Tokyo was much bigger than Birmingham, it seemed. It also seemed weird to see all these signs in Japanese instead of English. Thank god I'd been able to learn it in time. I could speak and read it now, thanks to much after school tutoring.

I wondered where my cat, Neko, was. Was she in quarantine still? Was she in the house? I hoped she hadn't gotten lost; I sometimes felt that cat was the only one who understood me. The rascal was my best friend. Sad that my best friends were my cat and my sister, who wasn't around any more, thanks to flying off to university. Lucky. I mean, I love Japan, but not so much to LIVE there.

I knew some people who would.

Like luka, for example. He LOVED Japan. And liccy too. They'd always wanted to go there. I could remember our goodbyes...

'Bye!' I said as I blinked back tears. 'I'll be fine; I'll send a postcard, all that stuff.'

'Hai, Honey-chan!'Squealed Liccy.She'd been trying to learn Japanese from me, but I hadn't had much time to teach her.

'Don't forget.' Grinned Luka,'we're hijacking a boat and sailing there, right?'

'Don't be stupid,' I responded. 'I'll come here.'

'yeah...' said michelle,'but then we can't take anyone hostage!' trust Michelle to be like that. She probably wanted to go to Japan to get her hands on an authentic samurai sword.

My mobile bleeped. I flipped it open and my mum's voice sounded out of the voicepeice, loud and clear-mum has such a loud voice.

'Honey,' she bellowed, 'come on, we have to get ready for tomorrow. The plane leaves at 7!'

'Ok guys,' I sighed. 'I gotta go.'

'Kay.' They murmured. Donna handed me this box with really-well, kooky wrapping paper.

'Open it on the plane' she said.

'Yeah,'I joked, 'I 'm really gonna get this through customs!'

And with that, I turned away and walked into the bustling crowd, on my way home for the last time...

I blinked back tears as I remembered my friends. Liccy and Luka the anime-obsessed twins; Michelle the crazy psycho; Donna, so quiet, so knowing of what to do. Roger, organized and disorganized, at exactly the same time.

'We're here.' Mum grinned. 'don't you want to see the new house?'

Um, no. I thought. I don't. I decided to give it a chance though.

Well, it WAS quite nice, actually. It was a pink, two-floor house with a garage and yard and stuff. Last time we'd just had a duplex. But this was still good.

'You get your own room!' mum said. 'You don't have to share!'

'But I WANT to share!'

'What?!'

'I want the room to be mine and the cats! Neko ought to have a room too!'

'Oh.' Sighed my mum. 'But... I mean, the cat doesn't...'

'The cat DOES count.' I retorted. I heaved myself out of the car and stomped up the path, dodging delivery men. They weren't too happy to see me.

'Oi!' the bellowed,'watch it!'

I was watching it. I was watching how weak they were. I mean, they had to carry a filing cabinet between two. Two. I could carry it by myself, thank you very much. So Na, Japanese workmen who were now giving me evil glares because I'd just tripped one up accidentally. Na na na na.

How ever I decided to be nice and sat myself in the delivery truck, right in the middle of everything. Hey, I didn't say I was going to be angelic. My old teacher said that my name was a giveaway; I was never as sweet as that. I liked that teacher. He talked to me in French. He loved the place.

The truck was dark, really dark. Well, it was at the back, where I was after being tripped over. That's just painful. Workmen kick hard.

I was at the back where all dads' books and mums dictionaries were. I'd built myself a little fort, boxes around me and a flat sheet on top, so it was nice and dark.

'Honey! HONEY!'

There was mum. But I didn't really want to go out. Not really. It was so nice in the dark. So nice here.

'honey?'

Dad.

'Coming!' I cried, shooting out of my fort and into the sunlight (whilst knocking over a few workmen. snigger snigger.)

The thing is, ever since my dad got offered this job, I've hardly seen him. So I make the most of it whilst I can.

I wrapped my arms around him as I toppled him over. I really am getting too big for him. No- I'm never too big for my dad. Never.

'hey honey.' He said, in his silky voice. 'how are you?'

My dad has a really good voice. Have I mentioned that? Well, he does. Super silky and soft, with no capitals. At all.

'I'm ok.' I said thickly. 'workmen are annoying.'

He chuckled. 'You said that in Japanese.'

'I did? Woops'

He hugged me again and I breathed in his smell of dirt and building sites.

'd'you wanna go for a ride?'

'Ok. Where?' I mean , this was Tokyo. You cant just get out the car and have a ride. Its way too big.

'secret.' Damn. I hate it when he does that.

Remember how I said Tokyo was big? I was wrong. IT'S MASSIVE! I had no idea how dad knew where he was going. Soon though, we were out of the city, driving through lush trees and forests and stuff. He parked the van (we have a big white van. Its amazing, I love my van...) on the side of this footpath thing and said 'get out.'

One thing about my dad: he can be really really confusing.

Outside, it was all breezy and... well, nice.as my dad and i trudged up the footpath thing('thing' because it sometimes dissolved into grass) i kept pestering him.

'where are we going?'

'nowhere.'

'really?'

'yes'

'wadda we doing?'

'nothing. Nothing but breathing, living and walking. And looking and hearing and stuff.'

He made me walk for ages. And ages. And ages. And then, when we were still in the middle of absolute nowhere, he said 'lets go back.'

WHAT? All that walk for nothing? And now we were doing it again? This was crazy.

But this is my dad. He randomly pushed a random branch out of nowhere and said,'get in'

He'd been walking me in circles.

When we got back, it was evening. Well, sundown. And boy, i was TRIED. Really tired. My dad had to carry me through the door and plonk me on my mattress in the living room(those workmen are SLOW).

I was awoken by something wet on my nose. I opened my eyes and found a Mesopotamian blue staring at me and licking my nose.

'Neko!' i squealed, grabbing the cat before she could say 'nya!' At least i had one of my best friends here.

My mum chuckled as she came into the room. ' I guess you found out what that unnecessarily long walk was for now?'

I nodded in neko's fur. Of course, it had been some strange surprise. Sniff sniff... boy, cats smell nice. I looked up. Everything was still in boxes or plastic packaging. We had loads of new stuff, except for me. All i had was a new bed, wardrobe and desk. And bookshelves. But that was it. All the rest was old old old.

I spent the rest of the day doing stuff-feeding neko, making sure she was ok, moving boxes-until we had lunch. As i was tucking into my bangers and mash (oh British food, lovely British food.) the doorbell rang.

'oh?' my mum said.'I'll see who that is.'

I carried right on eating.

'Hello, you must be brown Frankie, hmm?'

'oh..?yes,yes, and you are...?'

Oh. Just neighbours. With neighbour talk.

I finished and was stacking plates as mum walked in.

'honey.' She said, calmly and if i were 5 instead of 13. 'there's a girl next door about your age. Do you want to meet her?' i honestly expected her to ask whether i wanted my old teddy back.

I shrugged.

'Well, shes outside... don't keep her waiting!' Mum smiled and shooed me out of the kitchen. I hate being shooed out of me own kitchen. But then mum shooed me out of the house, which is even worse. Grr. Not nice , that.

I spun around anyway. Might as well meet this girl.

She was leaning against her wall,waiting. She seemed as if though she'd been pushed out by her mother, too. She had red hair, tied into two bunches high up on her head. She had reddy/pinky eyes and wasn't paying much attention to anything at all. She was about my height adn wearing short shorts(i hope you get what I'm saying) and a off-the-shoulder purple top. She looked my way just as I was walking towards her.

'hi.' She said and smiled. She had a nice smile, so i smiled back.

'hi.' I responded. 'I'm Brown Honey.'

She started laughing. I mean, I guess it made sense. Brown Honey? Even English kids would find it weird. Weirder, since they knew what it meant. But I reckon she was laughing because it sounded weird to her.

'sorry, sorry!' she said as she stopped laughing. 'Its just your name sounded so strange...'

'its ok.' I shrugged.' I understand.'

'but I bet my name sounds weird to you.' Yes, I thought. Maybe.

'Its momomiya Ichigo.' She said, grinning. 'Happy to meet you.'

nya! well, there you are. please review if you liked it. note if you liked it, say and i'll continue it. even if its only for one person.

thats it.

thanks for reading it. bye!