DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mews or the US licensed name thingy. Please do not sue me, etc. Wouldn't it be awesome if someone did own it and wrote a fan fiction and said they owned it but no one believed them? Then a lot of people were going to kill them (lol), and then they showed proof. Ironic twist. Okay, well, I thought it was funny. Whatever. (My jokes are worse than Beast Boy…. :( Teen Titans!!! Also not mine….) Anyways, here is the story!
She had an hour before the show started; she sat down and began combing her hair and looking off into the mirror. It was going to be the largest celebration this week; yet another day with bright lights, pictures, and the dreaded paparazzi. It wouldn't be quite as bad if they stopped ambushing her as she exited a building, or misquote her when she had said something which related to something utterly different. The days would grow long and tiresome, and at some point, quite painful. And yet, when the day was over, she, again, would be drive home to the vacant household. It was sort of funny, now that she thinks back, when she first tried out for modeling. Her mom decided to come, and cheered her on as she would give out a portfolio of her latest pictures, a sheet with her age, weight, and height. She had never expected to actually become a model, but she really thought that since she was finally useful, and that her parents would notice her.
No chance. It seemed they only saw her as a mere possession; something that helped pay the bills and a free therapist that they would consult with after work. But at least they could try to pretend they cared about her a little bit. But she didn't want them to repeat what they did for every year for her birthdays until she was 12. A call saying they would come over for a dinner at a restaurant, just to leave her waiting a restaurant until they closed. She especially didn't want a repeat of her birthday when she was 12; everyone stared at her and laughed while she broke out her tears in public and deciding to walk home in the rain, a complete mess. And just like all those other years for the morning, a phone call, with a message, not even by her mom or dad, but a secretary saying the same thing, "Sorry. (long pause) They tried to make it. Things got busy at work and they got held up. I hope you understand." Yeah, sure…. They shouldn't bother calling, just go get a machine voice recorder and to give the message.
In truth, she wondered why they even tried to contact her; was it just some pitiful small excuse for them? Did they not realize how they were making her feeling? It was like brushing salt into a deep wound; shattering a piece of valuable china worked on for months. And another thing puzzled her- why did she choose to believe them? She believed it was a shred of hope that did it; just maybe they would show up. But every time she was wrong, and she knew it would be.
It was quite difficult to trust people, so she would distance herself off from the rest of everyone else. She couldn't imagine trusting anyone else after her guardian, her aunt on her mother's side, died. Her aunt was there for the first eight years of her life; beautiful, strong, and passionate about almost anything. It seemed like if a complete stranger were with her aunt for just a minute, they would fall in love. It was quite surprising her aunt was single, actually. Her aunt was 21 years old at the time, a teacher who cooked for her everyday and did all the housework promptly and the gardening (and still finishing grading papers for 32 per class period and coming up with lesson plans for the next week, as well). Her aunt had caught a rare disease, it was curable, but only within a certain time period. They rushed to the hospital, but it was already too late. Zakuro was informed at school, around 1:30. When she heard her aunt was dead, she was crushed. She denied it and even skipped her aunt's funeral. It didn't seem necessary to go to a funeral where people she barely knew tried to ask her if she was okay. She also had not thought her aunt was dead, as well.
She ignored people and kept her distance unless teacher's directed questions towards her. It was pretty much normal; everyone treating her same as usual. She couldn't stand it though; when her aunt died, it was like a part of her died, too. It was then she turned to Christianity; it was quite strange too, how she was swept by this religion. It was an unbelievable feat to her; for someone who did so much good and never wrong to choose to die to save everyone else who were so mean to him. She felt that in his place, she couldn't. It wasn't fair that someone that nice should die for anyone else who was selfish, evil, or uncaring! But he also saved everyone else as well.
"Zakuro, are you ready?" asked a thin and petite manager, who was in her 30's at most. She had so much make-up on, however, it made her look older as the applied cover up and mascara was rushed.
Zakuro stood, looking in the mirror; her eyes affixed somewhere else as she combs her lengthy hair. She continues to comb, without saying a word, looking unspirited.
"Zakuro, are you okay?" br He manager walked up closer to Zakuro, examining her closely.
"Oh… sorry, I was busy thinking about things. That's all." br This caused Zakuro to back up and run into the mirror and she fell back.
The manager tried to stifle her laugh, but couldn't. After a long period of silence, she bit her lip.
"Well…. Okay. This outfit is supposed to be worn with the black mini skirt with the dark blue ribbons and the diamond earrings. So hurry, you are supposed to go on in five minutes, okay?"
The manager left, to rush off to prepare the rest for the evening. Her manager's chartreuse, seven inch stilettos echoed through out the building. The ceiling lights flickered until they were completely dim and eventually were off. Zakuro quickly switches out her clothes as soon as she sees that no one was in sight. After that, she turns around and prepares for the celebration.
A/N: So that's the story! Yeah… Please review, I need to know. Even anonymous reviews work ! It's kind of pointless to say no flames allowed but hey, freedom of speech. But I prefer constructive criticism to none and flames, though. I made that stuff up about Zakuro's aunt (FANFICTION, don't take it so literally) and most of my point of view was for the way Zakuro helped that girl in episode 35 and it seemed like Zakuro saw a bit of herself in that kid. (No kidding, they looked like the same person except smaller…) Well, that was what I was thinking. I'm not too sure, however. Tell me what you think. . And all I'm asking is for a little review, please? The cute beast boy cat face!