A New Enemy
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew
Azure here. Hope everyone's excited for this. It's up to you if you like the original or the new one better, so review and tell me your thoughts. As you will probably notice, my writing is much awesomer xD. The plot should follow the storyline, just much better and definable (the best way to describe it is FMA).
This chapter is dedicated to those who wanted a sequel. Your my motivation!
So, enjoy the first chapter of The New Enemy.
CHAPTER 1: Symptoms
An explosion shook the ground, smoke bellowing from craters in the pavement. More blasts of battle and fighting echoed around the area, where few pedestrians stayed to gawk at the sight. The smoke made everything nearly impossible to see, but amongst the battle cries, flashes of color could be seen with the distinct height set of a ten year old.
No one could possibly comprehend why on Earth ten year olds were in the smoke field, running around yelling out incoherent things, but if they knew…they might have understood. There were five of them, for five distinct colors. Purple, yellow, blue, green, and pink- all with sorted animal appendages. Amongst these colors, a strange flash of black with red would weave between them, cruel laughter following.
It was all they could comprehend, before scrambling away in fear for their own life. Within the battle, there were indeed five girls, each different heights, ages, colors, and personalities and animals. But an extra, was a boy. He wore black shredded clothes, punk styled and gothic with a spiked choker. Black jacket and dark grey cargo shorts with bare feet. He looked human, normal, but he wasn't. Far from it.
His red eyes would greatly agree with that. Though, they were a bit obscured by his black- slightly blue- short hair. His bangs would constantly get in his eyes whilst he battled, but no one noticed any delay. He was a monster, he was practically toying with the girls he battled, like they were nothing but toys soon to be broken.
This did not bode well with the girls, who heaved from exhaustion as they stood in a line, facing their adversary. This seemed to be a familiar situation, them squaring off with this strange boy. He never had any motives, just terrorized civilians nonstop until they arrived to save the day…thus ending in their untimely defeat.
Which usually resulted in them passing out from exhaustion and the dark haired boy disappearing without a trace. It was frustrating, aggravating, but they could do nothing to prevent it other than try their best to defend their city. That, and possibly find out the reason behind his ungodly attacks.
The pink girl with cat appendages of the five, who held herself always in the middle of their little formations and was usually the one barking out orders, seemed to be more sociable in battle then the others. She was always trying to talk to the boy, trying to get information, much like she was now.
"Why are you doing this? Who are you?"
The boy merely grinned in response. It was kind of mortifying, seeing a boy strangely their size with long canines. But the girls held strong, each holding their own unique weapon in hand. Though, it would do little against the boy. They had even tried using all their attacks once, but only succeeded in amusing him. Heck, if he wanted to, he could take out all of Tokyo and they couldn't do anything to stop him.
But the boy was mysterious, because he only seemed interested in fighting them. Sometimes he'd talk, taunting them and laughing at their useless attempts, but he was mostly just…observing. Even as they stood, twenty yards apart, the five girls could feel his gaze traveling between each one of them, analyzing each of their conditions.
"Aw, is the fun over already?"
A vein popped on the pink girl's forehead.
"Just who are you?! Why do such terrible things and act like nothing's wrong?! What are your motives? Just who do you think you are?!"
The underlined frustration and exasperation in her voice, told of many battles previous to this one, thus proving these questions had caused many sleepless nights for the poor girls. The four other girls silently agreed, wishing for nothing more than these continuously brutal attacks to end…along with the humiliating defeats.
As always, the boy merely grinned his long fanged smile. And then, the smoke obscured the area. The battle continued in flashes, each girl getting knocked down with every minute that passed. Eventually, it was only the pink cat eared one who stood shakily on her two feet. The boy stood in front of her, smirking and crossing his arms. Then, he leaned in dangerously close, whispering into her ear-
"Isn't it obvious?"
He grabbed her shoulder, her eyes widening at the contact.
"I'm your worst nightmare."
A scream was heard.
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At the same time, on the other side of Tokyo, class was in session. Middle school, to be exact, as one specific class comes to mind. In this classroom, nothing was any different or special or extra strange about it. It was normal, the teacher giving the lecture to students hurriedly taking notes. Nothing out of place…except for her.
She sat at the back, her white hair falling straight to her waist. She looked almost deathly pale, her cold blue eyes never leaving her paper as she continued to write. Her bangs fell off to the right side of her face a bit, the side that currently faced the window to block out any sun in her eyes. Beside her was her school bag (more of a satchel), a blue and white plaid pattern.
Basically, she stuck out like a snowman in mud.
Whenever she was called upon, her voice was monotone and serious. This, along with the intimidating and scary aura she seemed to give off, drove a lot of the other students away. She was fine with that though, being a lone wolf never bothered her. Sure it was boring, but it had to be a lot better than listening to someone talk on and on about stuff you could care less about.
Besides, the girl thought, work is more important than friends. Who needs them anyway? Their annoying, they get in your way, and above all, lo-
"HEY SNOOOOOOOOOOOW!"
The white haired girl jumped, eyes darting away from the lecture and out the window. Outside, there was a small ledge about two feet in width, before it dropped off into the courtyard below. Yet, in those two feet, sat a fox.
Scratch that- A dancing fox.
The girls eyes widened, only a fraction, before her icy blue eyes darted back over to the classroom. Some students were looking around, wary of the strange noises but not knowing where they were coming from. Outside, the fox continued to yell.
"SNOOOOW! YOU WOULD'NT BELIEVE WHAT I SAW TODAY! SNOOOOW!"
The girl bit her lip, before making a quick decision. Throwing open the window with a clang, she grabbed a hold of the fox, then threw it off the ledge. Not bothering the check if the critter was okay, she flung down the window again and took her seat, ready to take more notes.
Or would be, if the whole classroom hadn't just witnessed the spectacle.
The teacher sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Supplementary classes, Vanilla."
The classroom was still gawking at the white haired girl, who gave a small sigh, before replying monotonously, "Yes, sensei."
I'm going to kill that runt.
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Vanilla exhaled deeply as she walked through the entrance to one of Tokyo's many parks, this one having been named 'Sakura Falls' or something of the sorts. It wasn't as lively as usual, what with it being a Friday, so the only ones around were couples sitting quietly on benches and the occasional family enjoying the spring air.
Vanilla found it mildly amusing that there were no Sakura trees here, just normal one's and the occasional bush. Shoving those thoughts away, she turned sharply when she came to a crossroad, going into the foliage and off the road. After a few feet, she came to a small clearing in the trees where a few good sized rocks stood. Sitting on one, with his tail wagging excitedly, was the fox from earlier.
"Snow! You're late!"
"Well, someone had to go and get me supplementary classes." She glared at the red furred creature, who grinned sheepishly.
"Snow shouldn't have thrown me then! I had BIG news!" He waved his paws around for emphasis, but only succeeded in losing his balance and falling off the rock. Vanilla shook her head, placing her school satchel on the ground next to the rock as the fox got back to his feet.
"Whatever news it was, it could have waited till after school Sora."
"Aw, you always say that…" he pouted before beaming brightly, "Snow! I found a pretty rock! Looky looky!" He jumped around, sniffing as he did before finding the right spot, and began to dig. Once he was done, he pulled out a small object, a dark blue that gleamed in the sunlight.
Vanilla blinked. "That's a sapphire."
Sora tilted his head, "Sapphire?" He put the object on the rock, and the two stared at it for a moment before Vanilla sat down on another rock, stretching her arms as she did.
"It's too small to get money from."
"Aww…we could always keep it and grow it, right?"
She sighed before responding dryly, "That's plants, not jewels." Her gaze was momentarily casted to the sun, which by now was beginning its steady decent towards the horizon, "It's getting late, we better head back to the orphanage."
"No! One game of hide and seek! Please?" He pawed at her leg, widening his big chocolate eyes in an attempt to sway her. Vanilla was unimpressed.
"I'm still in my school uniform," She gestured to said attire, ironically black and white, "and I'm not going to spend the rest of my day playing-"
"TAG! Now count to ten!" Sora cheered, tapping her knee before darting off into the bushes. Vanilla's eyebrow twitched before she gathered up her satchel.
"Obaa-san's going to worry…" The pale girl grumbled, reluctantly following the eccentric fox's trail. It was easy to spot the deep paw prints the small creature made into the ground. "He stomps like bear."
After ten minutes of searching, Vanilla couldn't help but clench her fists in frustration. Sora was terrible at hiding. By now, she should have been able to find him twice, merely based on tracks and scent.
That was the strange thing with her; she never knew why she could talk to Sora. She didn't even know why she could smell the chili stand from two blocks away. She could even hear the baby crying on the other side of the park. She didn't feel like wondering where she got these weird abilities, rather, she just ignored them.
That was her motto- Ignore it, and hopefully it'll go away.
Too bad it never works on Sora.
"Where are you, you little twerp…" Vanilla pulled aside bushes, glaring at the empty hiding places. Ironic, how a few minutes ago she wished he'd leave her alone, now she was looking for him.
"SNOW! HELP! I'M TRAPPED! THEY HAVE ME CORNERED!"
The girl paused, listening as the voice came from the path to her right, and debated on whether to leave or look. Sighing, she turned and settled with the latter.
There he was, cowering under one of the many park benches, as two maids (Vanilla twitched and grumbled incoherent things about cosplayers and typical Otaku's) stared uncertainly at the creature. One was pink, the other green.
Literally.
"This country is so messed up…" Vanilla grumbled, eye twitched at the pink haired maid and the braided glasses wearing green haired one. Though, she was sure she looked no different in her white uniform with white hair.
Typical.
"Ichigo, what should we do? There isn't supposed to be any fox's around here…" The green one spoke, wringing her hands anxiously. The pink one looked pensive before nodding.
"It must be a pet."
"But…it has no collar."
The pink one flinched, "Uh, maybe it escaped the zoo? It looks like a baby…"
Vanilla cringed when Sora howled in anger at being called a 'baby', startling the two maids.
"Is it hurt?!"
"Ichigo, you shouldn't get close to it!"
"But, Lettuce, if it's a baby-"
"Hey." The two froze as the pale girl approached, looking flustered. Vanilla raised an eyebrow as Sora darted out from under the bench, hiding behind her legs. The two in front of her, looking to be a year older then herself, blinked curiously.
"Is he yours?"
"Yeah." Almost instinctively, Vanilla crossed her arms, "So?"
"Oh…" The green one fidgeted while the pink one waved her hand nervously, "S-sorry if we scared him, we were just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat."
The two in front of her turned paper white, before laughing obnoxiously. This only made the two look weirder from the pale girl's perspective.
"Hahaha, cats. Isn't that funny Lettuce?"
"He…eheh…um…yeah." After a nudge, she hastily added, "WHY it's so late! We should go, right Ichigo?"
"Right!"
"Whatever." The girl dismissed them with a backwards wave as she began to walk away, Sora practically clinging to her legs. She sent him a glare as they began to head home, ignoring the frenzied whispers behind them.
The fox managed to look both sheepish and terrified.
"Uh…mercy?"
He gave a yelp as his tail was stepped on, whining up at his owners impassive face. "What was that for?"
"Making me find you."
"But, Snow shouldn't-"
"WAAAAAIT!" Both froze and turned back where they came, the pink maid making a full sprint towards them, the green girl following slowly (though she looked just as baffled as they were). Once the maid stopped in front of them, panting, she pointed feebly at Vanilla's ankle.
"You've…got…mark…"
"…what?" The girl flushed under Vanilla's cold gaze, stuttering before loudly proclaiming, "IT'S ON YOUR ANKLE!"
Vanilla blinked. Then again. Then one more unnecessary time.
These two…are freaks.
"Could you stop following me?" The bluntness of her voice startled the two maids, who gave each other confused glances. "I'd rather not get two Otaku stalkers."
They're faces turned crimson, the green one with embarrassment while the other was furious. "WE'RE NOT COSPLAYERS!"
"Riiiight." Sarcasm.
A vein popped on pink's forehead.
"Listen you, you have a-"
"Snow, what's for dinner tonight?" The duo were already walking away, Sora trotting by Vanilla who casually swung her satchel on her shoulder.
"I'm not making ramen."
"Awwww, Snow!"
"DON'T IGNORE ME!" Came an indignant yell behind them. Ignoring it, they continued through the park at a casual pace. It was when they were about to exit the park that Sora paused.
"Snow, what was Strawberry talking about? Something about your ankle…?"
Vanilla stopped as well, tilting her head in thought. They were weird, even for cosplayers. Though, that could be a cover up if they were trying to sell drugs.
"Or mug me…" The pale girl muttered, before shaking her head at Sora's confused look, "Doesn't matter. We won't see them again, though."
"Why's that?"
She made a brief gesture to the air, "It's Tokyo. You never see the same face twice."
"HEY YOU!"
Vanilla twitched, turning robotically while Sora hid behind her, whining about Strawberry's and Salad's. The cospayers were back, but three more with them. A tall purple one, a small yellow one, and a 'holier than thou' blue one. All were female, dressed in multicolored maid costumes.
The pink one from before stepped forward, looking both determined and angry, "You shouldn't walk away when someone's talking to you."
Too late. She was already on the side walk.
"Sora, walk faster. Don't make eye contact." She hissed to a confused fox. She barely got to the crosswalk when she was tackled from behind by a yellow blur.
"Pudding tackle attack!"
"WAH!"
"Good job Pudding!" Pink cheered as the yellow maid sat triumphantly on a flattened Vanilla. Sora was looking both excited and terrified, wheeling in circles in confusion.
"I'm sorry about Pudding." The green one apologized as the other four came close to the two. Pudding hoped off the pale girl, who quickly stood with a cold glare.
"Just what was that for?"
"We need to talk to you. There's something you need to know…" Pink began but was cut off by blue.
"You're a Mew. Welcome to the team. Come get your stuff." She crossed her arms and Vanilla imitated it. They both resembled human walls, being almost the same height and giving each other glares.
Sparks of electricity seemed to pass between the two.
"You're speaking nonsense."
"We're not, Na No Da! We're mews with marks!" The yellow one cheered, parting her bangs to show a strange golden mark on her forehead. Vanilla raised an eyebrow and was about to question why a child had a tattoo when the purple one finally spoke up, arms crossed and looking impassive as ever.
"Check your ankle."
Ah. The drug users line again.
Glancing down, Vanilla was momentarily stunned to find a white mark just about her sock, made of intricate spiky lines darting outwards in a similar fashion to a snow flake.
"Huh. Weird."
"It means you're a mew!" Pink exclaimed, almost proudly. Vanilla quirked an eyebrow.
"The Pokémon?"
"No." The green one corrected, "A Mew Mew."
"…Mew Two?"
They all sighed at once, the blue one grumbling, "You haven't watched the news recently, have you…?"
"Why?"
They all glanced at each other before pink one stood forward and pointed her hand into the air, as if to proclaim world peace, "We're here to protect Tokyo, it's personal crime fighting super hero's-"
All together they yelled.
"We're Tokyo Mew Mew!"
And then they struck a pose.
. . .
Vanilla pinched the bridge of her nose and withheld from sighing.
They are, without a doubt, cosplayers.
Some stuff the same, some stuff diferent. The pokemon thing i didn't want to add (because i'm not a fan) but i wondered why no one else has noticed that before...hmm...
I mean, I'm sure a lot of you were thinking the same thing when you first saw Tokyo Mew mew too. If not then...
Just Review.