Okay not my style I know... I would be posting the story for my English project but I'm in the middle of revising it... Yeah thats it. Yeah. So I had another story just laying about and decided to post the first Chappie of it... Like I said it's not my best and I don't really think I captured Puddings... Puddingness? Oh and this is after the battle so shes 17ish... Don't Blame me... Oh I almost forgot the disclaimer...
NERDZ does not own Tokyo Mew Mew (although I would mind owning it...) or any of the characters. :'( So sad but Oh well.
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Chapter 1
It was December 30, and Tokyo was frigid. The smoke and fog of the city sat heavy and cold over the Café. The unforgiving weather was making everyone go crazy, and Pudding had been yelled at! She rarely was yelled at by the other Mews. 'The costumers need to be served faster!', 'You haven't ordered for table two yet!', and she almost cut off her finger while closing the register. Usually she liked working the register,but today it was her birthday and either the other Mews forgot or didn't care. She had told them before but everybody is really busy. I can't go home until I'm done with my shift. And she already had her break for the day...So now she was stuck working the counter and all the other Mews were on their break or working on serving the tables. That left her time to think. She reflected on how long sh e had been working at the Café...
I've been slaving at this shop for seven years now,Pudding thought to herself as she opened the register, and I still haven't advanced beyond managing the register.
When she closed it the register, the door opened and in walked a boy about. But she didn't notice,her eyes had begun to tear a little bit due to her friends selfishness. A warrior never cries. I should know-
"Are you alright?" a voice asked from above, and Pudding's head snapped up. A young man was leaning over the counter, looking at her. He was good-looking, with tousled brown hair and hazel eyes, just now looking rather concerned. Pudding thought she recognized him but didn't remember from where. He was warmly dressed in a long coat, and she couldn't help glancing at his eyes. They were fake looking. Almost like he was wearing color contacts. She noted that he didn't look rich, exactly, but he wasn't poor.
Like I am,Pudding thought wretchedly. Usually, she would never allow such a thought to enter her mind, but she was too miserable to care today.
Her pride still held, though. "I'm fine, thank you," she answered, ducking her head again and wiping her cheeks with her shoulders.
"Then why are you crying?" he asked gently.
She looked up at him again. The look on his face was one of genuine concern; she hadn't seen such an expression in the eyes of a stranger for some time, and her proud, frozen heard melted a bit.
"My friends forgot today was my birthday. And they all are to concerned with themselves to care," she told him helplessly. "I can't help but feel somewhat neglected, and I just felt that I couldn't bear it any longer."
"Come around over here," he said. Pudding hesitated, but the young man teased, "I don't bite." And she couldn't help but notice when he smiled that a fang popped out. Just like- No Pudding. Don't even go there again.
Pudding managed a small smile and walked around the desk. He wiped away a few of her tears and took her hand and said that her friends might have forgotten and just needed a reminder. Somehow, it didn't seem quite proper, being so close to a total stranger.
The young man must have seen her expression, because he gave a little laugh. "Here we're talking, and we haven't been introduced," he said. "My name's... Henry-chan."
"Pudding Fon," she replied. She felt better already.
"So you work here?" he asked, looking at the crowed tables.
"Yes,"Pudding replied resignedly.
"They surely pay you good wages," he said, glancing at her uniform. Pudding looked at her uniform. "Actually this was given to me as part of working here." she said.
"That was terribly put." he said looking down.
"It's alright," Pudding said. "Actually, they don't pay me much at all. I work here for free food. For my siblings. They can eat all the free cakes and pastries they want!."
Henry looked puzzled, but didn't to pry. "You feeling better?"
"Yes," she answered gratefully.
"Here," he said, pulling some money out. "I'll buy you a cake to celebrate your birthday."
"Oh, no. It's very generous of you, but I couldn't eat it. It would be for you to eat not me."
"Actually, it's because you seem to be having a bad day; besides I can buy myself a cake and you one." Henry replied, pressing the money in her hand and picked out a cake for her to eat. "I'm just afraid that you might not like the cake I pick." He stood pondering when Pudding said "Oh I like all the cakes here!" He looked shocked but ordered to cakes and sat down at an empty table. When Pudding placed the order she couldn't help but feel that she should be angry at him, her pride should be wounded, but somehow it wasn't. And before long the cakes where done and she handed them to him. And before she could say another word he took one of the cakes and handed it to her and kept the cake he bought for himself and walked to the door.
"Happy birthday, Miss Fon," he said cordially and walked away.
Pudding stared after him, a great mix of emotions churning in her chest. She shook her head in bewilderment as he was lost in Tokyo's great streets. Then she looked down at the cake in her hand. With a little laugh, she brought it to her mouth and began eating it.
Happy Birthday Pudding.
