MW: Hello all. Welcome to my fanfic, Lucky Number Seven. If this gets good reviews (and not flames) then it'll be continued. If not then...who knows?
Yuma: I thought I was a downer...
MW: ...who says I am?
Yuma: Me.
MW: ...FYI, she's one of my OCs in this story.
Yuma: Hi. Wasn't there already a seventh mew? The penguin?
MW: Yes, in the video game. But I never played it, so therefore, I am not using her.
Yuma: Oh...ok.
MW: You want to do the disclaimer?
Yuma: sure. Mysticalwater does not own TMM or TMM a la mode. She owns me, my team, and the seventh mew that'll come later.
MW: Enjoy!
Ichigo's POV
"Ichigo!" Ryou shouted. "You're late again!"
"Thanks captain obvious." I retorted, not in the mood to deal with him. Sort of inevitable though. He is my boss.
"Excuse me? Drop the attitude. You have a job to do."
I grumbled insults and curses as I stalked into the changing room. Retasu, Purin, Berry, and Minto were all about done changing when I walked in (Zakuro is modeling somewhere in the city). I opened my locker, sighed heavily, and started stripping out of my school uniform.
"What's wrong, Ichigo-san?" Retasu asked, concerned about everyone as usual.
"Boy troubles?" Minto added snidely.
"Long day." I replied curtly, not wanting to talk about it. It wasn't a lie though- I went to my ordinary school, got assigned more homework, and didn't get the usual call from Aoyama-kun once again. He was stuck in England for a few more months, adding to my misery. And while I was at my ordinary school moping, everyone was at the same school, courtesy of Shirogane (AN: TMM A la Mode, book 2 I believe). It just doesn't seem fair. I know I wasn't here when it happened, but he hasn't even bothered to offer to transfer me. He convinced Retasu's parents, paid for Purin's tuition, but hasn't even considered helping me to transfer to the school. Sure, I have Moe and Miwa there and I care about them, but ever since I've come back, I keep feeling like there's a gap between the mews and I.
What's worse is that everyone seems enamored with Berry. She seems to have taken my place, even though she did say that she wanted to be second in command. And after the Crusader drama, everything would be back to normal. But everyone just wants to be around Berry, changing their schedules around so they can be near her. She's become the golden girl, the new flavor that everyone wants. And since they don't seem to care about me, then what am I now?
Berry POV
I left the dressing room, following Retasu and Purin out to start setting up the shop. Minto followed a minute after, opening the store for us. The café filled up quickly, putting us to work instantly. It had been five minutes, and I noticed that Ichigo hadn't come out yet. Even Tasuku, who was a minute late, was cascading from table to table on his rollerblades now.
'Was she still in the dressing room?' I wondered. I dropped off my orders and was about to check, but she came around the corner with trays of food. She had that big, perky smile on her face as she started waitressing, like she normally does. A voice was trying to tell me it was an act and something was wrong, but then Purin and Retasu bumped into each other and spilled orders everywhere. I think Minto yelled, "Clean up time!" while sipping her tea. I suppressed the urge to glare at her lazy butt, then started cleaning up after my coworkers mess.
Outside the café, in the sky
"Do you see it?" a little girl asked, her long brown hair blowing in the wind. Her green eyes glittered with excitement as she turned to the others.
"Yes, Mimi." One of them grumbled. She had flaming red hair, cut short, barely passed her ears. One of her hazel eyes were hidden under her bangs, but the other was obviously on edge as she gazed down below to the gaudy pink 'café'. "We see the building that we're supposed to attack."
"And by we, she means all of us but you." Another girl said. She also had long brown hair and green eyes, but was older than Mimi.
"But Momo!" Mimi exclaimed. "I am a part of this mission too!"
"You were chosen scarcely a year ago." Momo reminded her. "You're barely ten years old and we don't know what we're really up against."
"We don't?" a girl with purple hair piped up. She was barely older than Mimi, her icy blue eyes shining innocently. "I thought Ann and Naomi brought reports to us so we would know."
"There's a difference between written reports and actual combat." An older blonde refuted. "The reports can only give us so much info."
"That's why we're going to attack and see what these girls are like up close and personal." The red-head said, losing her patience. "Come on ladies, let's get rolling!"
"Yeah!" Mimi threw a fist in the air.
"Not you!" Momo shouted.
Mimi was about to protest again when their leader finally spoke. "Mimi, stop arguing. Your sister is right. You are too young in many ways to go off in battle. Only five of us will go and assess this Tokyo Mew Mew."
Mimi pouted as the leader nodded to the two quiet members. "Keep an eye on her, alright?"
They nodded, walking towards the youngest member of their group. The other four walked forward, standing around their leader.
"So what's the plan, Yuma?" the red-head asked.
Yuma ran her hand through her silver hair, twisting it into a side ponytail. Her lavender eyes looked at her comrades calmly. "We keep damages minimal, both to the mews and the surrounding area. The objective is to assess their skills, finding their weaknesses and strengths." She turned and looked at the building. It was time to see just how tough this Tokyo Mew Mew was.
Yuma: Very vague.
MW: That was what I was aiming for. A sort of prologue thing to it. It'll get better when you fight the mews.
Yuma: Awesome.
MW: Please review. I'm going to aim for...3 reviews for an update.
Yuma: Another lucky number.
MW: ^.^ Please review!
