I usually hate fanmew stories, but I've worked very hard on this one and have artwork to back all of it up. So hopefully you'll give it a chance!
For those of you that know me from Deviantart, I love my Global Mew Mews and I have an active story going for them. I just felt like posting it here to see how it's received by . There is artwork on my Deviantart account of everyone in this story. My DA account is BladeKat, and feel free to come poke around my stuff there as well.
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With a calm hand, she brushed some or her deep red locks away from her face as she took a breath. These girls were counting on her for information. She had to prepare them for the journey they were about to undertake; and undoubtedly had her hesitations.
Ichigo followed the two CIA Agents down to the end of a long dark hall, and into a dimly lit conference room. It resembled a university lecture room, with ascending chairs. The room didn't have many people in it, just the girls and a couple agents from the United States CIA. Ichigo awkwardly waved as she entered the room, passing her escorts and making her way to the front of the room. A large projection screen was behind her with her name on it. A picture of her in Mew form was displayed as well. It looked like it was a slide show, it changed every ten seconds or so. She briefly looked back up to it before taking a shaky breath,
"Hey everyone."
She sounded so meek, not like a leader should sound. Ichigo rubbed her arms nervously as she smiled out at the girls, she only counted 5- there were supposed to be 7. As she furrowed her brows together, she looked over to the agent in charge of the operation, he shook his head at her.
"We are waiting on three others actually, but you can go ahead and start. We know you have a life to get back to, and we're recording this anyway."
Ichigo nodded, then looked back to the eager faces of the girls selected for the project.
"Well, I'll tell you what I know. About two years ago, myself and four other girls were selected to be a part of the Tokyo Mew Mews, we fought the ultimate enemy…Deep Blue. Once he was extinguished, there wasn't much use for us anymore."
The girls were focused on her like she had a second head, enthralled in her every word. Ichigo felt a slight pang of sorrow as she mentioned the other girls, remembering how close they had been. She really was paraphrasing the extent of what that segment of her life was really like. Amazing how far a small group can drift in just two years, they each had gone on to live their own lives. She forced a smile and continued,
"Kish, Pai, and Taruto were sent to attack us, and take the Earth for the aliens. We thwarted their efforts, and they realized Deep Blue's insanity during the final battle. We allowed them to take some Mew Aqua back to their planet to restore it, and they did so-"
An agent Ichigo didn't know, interrupted her,
"We don't need the history lesson, they've already been briefed on the events. We need your knowledge of the Chimera Animals and the Aliens specifically, Mew Ichigo."
It almost stung to be called by that name again, her smile faded. The United States CIA was all business. She slowly looked back up to the eager expressions around the room,
"The aliens have the ability to teleport, and their powers are related to natural disasters and martial arts techniques, it seems like. Pai was skilled with Wind and Ice techniques, Tart used wind as well. Kish…"
Her lips curved only slightly mentioning his name, it was a bittersweet nostalgic feeling.
"Kish mostly used just his swordsmanship and speed, as well as the creation of Chimera Animals. The Chimera Animals are exactly what they sound like, they're morphed creatures that are incredibly powerful. The aliens use a parasite to latch onto the animal's, or humans, spirit, and enhances it tenfold."
A voice finally piped up,
"Where are the aliens from? And what do they want from us now since this new group has none of those guys you mentioned in it?"
It was a voluptuous girl with long red hair, she sat right in the front- slouching on the small desk. Ichigo nodded,
"I'm not sure where they're from, I never did find out where there planet was. But I can tell you these new aliens either want the Earth, or revenge for us killing their ruler… Or both. I only know what happened when I was a Mew. We killed Deep Blue because he was evil, and we were lucky that the three that had been attacking us, just made peace with us."
The girl in the front row leaned back in her chair, a witty smile on her face as she asked another question,
"You miss being a Mew?"
The words almost appeared to fall on deaf ears. Ichigo stared in silence at her, unsure of how to answer. She had always hated how inconvenient it was to be a Mew, but now…was it regret? Was it just the nostalgia of memories? She wasn't sure. Ichigo sighed, shifting her stance somewhat as she tried to find an answer.
"I guess… I just miss the girls and how close we were. These girls around you that are now your teammates- You didn't select them, you don't know them, but they're your sisters now. They're now; the most important friends in your life."
Another girl piped up, with a wild half shaven hair style and a rather androgynous appearance about her,
"Whats it like after you transform? You're stronger right?"
"It's like a fire ignites in your heart."
The room grew quiet at Ichigo's response. Even the bored CIA Agents now had their curiosity piqued. The original mew continued,
"You can feel the spirit of your animal DNA in every fiber of your being. You jump incredibly high, you're stronger, and can sense things you couldn't before. Like you can feel the spirits of beings around you. It's… a wonderful feeling. But in my opinion, a bit of a curse."
More curious and confused glances were thrown her way, and the room was quiet- awaiting Ichigo's further explanation.
"Being a Mew… Changes your whole life. Your normal every day life is gone, and you have to drop everything and run when you're needed."
"You sound like you regret it."
Ichigo's eyes moved to the green haired girl with the half shaved head. The two of them stared at one another, the girl was so eager to be a mew it should be inspiring. Ichigo felt somewhat saddened, thinking of how this girl has no idea the pressure she would now be placed under. Or perhaps it was just her being jaded.
"I don't regret it…But I missed out on a lot of time with my family and friends."
The green haired girl seemed to slide back in her chair, obviously unsatisfied with the response.
…
A couple of the agents had rushed out of the room near the end of Ichigo's speech, and she engaged in small talk with the girls. But a few agents interrupted when they barged through a nearby door. Two CIA Agents were assisting an enormous blood covered alien as he stumbled through the hall. A medic came out and began talking to the agents carrying him about what had happened.
The gaggle of mews clearly had their attention turned from their conversations and to the alien now in the building. He was the first alien they had seen, and was clearly badly hurt. Another girl in a head scarf entered the room after the agents and the alien, trotting after them holding gauze. She must have been one of the two missing girls.
Ichigo froze when she saw the tall injured alien get carried passed them. A chill ran up her spine as she stood quietly as the agents and mew scuttled passed into another hall, disappearing around a corner. She cautiously walked after the flurry of people who had just entered the building. A gut wrenching feeling crept up in her stomach as she followed them into a side office that was now being used for the Medic to treat the alien. The agents had tossed all the paper and office supplies off the table and the giant alien was sprawled out on the big desk. The medic and one agent were attempting to treat his injury.
The former lead mew stood in the doorway, just staring at Corvus' ears. She had no idea who he was, but couldn't help but feel dread in the presence of an alien again.
Ichigo paid no mind to the girls crowding behind her to get a glimpse of the injured alien. The voluptuous red head nudged Ichigo with her elbow,
"That's one of the aliens then huh?"
Ichigo slowly nodded, uncertain of how to react to the presence of one. She finally found words as she stared at one of the agents standing by in the room while the medics treated him.
"Why are you helping him?!"
The former mew spat the words more aggressively than she really intended, catching the attention of the CIA agent beside her. He was a lean middle aged black male, and he looked almost confused at her words.
"He's the reason we know about the rebellion at all Mew Ichigo."
Ichigo stared up at him like she didn't believe him, feeling disgusted suddenly. The girl looked over at the frantic medics trying to save this alien whom she didn't recognize. She wasn't sure what it was that angered her about the situation, but she felt almost offended. Perhaps the fact they hid this from her when she was invited here, or that it was an alien she didn't know- and of course didn't trust.
She took a step back, feeling the girls step aside as she backed away. Ichigo shook her head,
"This is ridiculous."
The short haired girl turned on her heel and strode away without another word. She wanted to get home and away from all this. It was a world she thought she was okay with leaving behind, but was now bitter that she wasn't fully informed about the situation. No one chased after her. these girls didn't know her, nor her experience. Ichigo took a breath as she exited the reclusive office building on the edge of town, the dim street lights glowed in the parking lot ahead of her. She slid her hands in her pockets, feeling like she was the misfit in the group now.
These girls had a whole new adventure that she wasn't part of. It was strange, and it chapped her that the CIA had hidden the fact they had an alien here on Earth giving them information. She felt- out of the loop now.
…
The roar of the large helicopter was almost deafening, the girls were in their respective seats. They had been introduced to 'their agent', who was perched in front of them at the front of the rows of seats. Agent Michael Polanowski; the girls took to calling him just "Mike". He was a friendly, cheerful man in a gunmetal grey suit that welcomed the girls with open arms. He had a very fatherly charisma about him.
He extended an arm across the aisle, catching the 6 girls attention. He almost had to shout over the roar of the engine, despite the fact they were wearing head sets. The girls all looked out the right side of the chopper's windows, seeing an enormous Oil Rig standing strong among the crashing waves of the Atlantic. A few of them cooed in excitement, this was going to be their base now. The helicopter circled the rig, coming in on the north side to land on the flat helipad.
The hawaiian girl brushed her blond locks through her fingers excitedly, smiling over to the muscular mew beside her.
"I love being around the ocean, this is the coolest base."
Skye was so bubbly about the base location it made Addison chuckle. Addison was the most androgynous of the girls, and felt like a tower of masculinity compared to the feminine girls. A snooty english girl was seated ahead of her, she let out a scoff and muttered something about how desolate it would be out here.
The helicopter landed and the girls exited the helicopter, grabbing their bags from the storage compartment and dragging them out. Once the engine was off, the wind and waves were all they could hear. Addison admired the hawaiian mew as she practically danced across the helipad to the balcony, letting the wind catch all her golden hair. The red haired mew trotted over beside her with a cheesy grin on her face,
"This place is great! We can do what we want, be super heroes, and no one will bother us!"
Skye smiled and gazed out at the water as if it was her long lost love. Addison and Amira meandered over to the red and yellow mews. Jyoti and Lucy, had no interest in taking in the scenery. The Indian and British mew just snagged their bags and followed Mike into the entrance to the top floor.
The Oil Refinery had been converted into a more livable station for the Global Mews. The helipad was located on the 5th Level of the refinery, and was only an open rooftop and helipad. The top livable floor (4th Level) was a dedicated training floor and simulator area for the girls to keep up with their tactics and powers. The second floor down (3rd Level) contained several bedrooms, a kitchen, living area, and computer area for the girls. The second floor also contained an enormous balcony on the east and west sides, mostly with sitting areas.
The 2nd Level, was a storage and specialized computer/radar room for the CIA. Much of the 2nd level was secured and the girls had limited access to all the computer areas here. The lowest enclosed floor, the 1st level, was old and dilapidated from the Oil Refinery days. This retired rig was only refurbished from levels 2-4. Everything else was rather unusable and unnecessary for the girls.
Lucy and Jyoti were the first duo down to the living floor on level 3. Mike already had a room, and the other girls slowly trickled down and picked their rooms. The team had only known one another for about a week now, and little friendships were starting to develop. After the girls settled their things into their rooms, Mike had called a meeting. Mike was the official CIA Global Mew Mew liaison Agent. Another agent was assigned to them, but was bounced between their base and the main CIA Office.
The girls gathered around in the kitchen, on a huge granite island. Each girl took a seat, accustomed now to having Agents sit them down and talk to them about their mission. It's not every day a new group of super heroes is created.
Mike was a casual man, despite him wearing a sharp cut suit. His voice was jolly and friendly,
"All righty, welcome to your new home ladies. As ya'll know, I'm Mike. I am your contact for anything and everything regarding this project. I have set up a training regiment for you all. It will begin the day after tomorrow- on Thursday. After that, you will be doing training every other day, or every other two days depending on the training intensity."
The man leaned back against the other counter as he continued, watching the eager yet tired looks on the girls. It was late in the afternoon, the sun would be down soon, and the girls were clearly exhausted. Each of them had transformed for the first time this week, and it is taxing on the human body.
"You girls are going to have tomorrow to relax and get accustomed to your living situation. Get used to each other, these people beside you, are now your comrades."
The petite Indian mew piped up, interrupting,
"Aren't there supposed to be seven of us?"
Mike sighed and nodded his head, and had a clear look of disdain on his face,
"That's what I wanted to address."
The room grew still, each girl now showing concern for their unaccounted for comrade. Mike continued,
"Mew Cotton Candy, Suzu Takara has gone missing. Her… parents were found dead in their residence in Okinawa late last night. We just got the news in the wee hours of the morning today. We have several agents actively searching for her, but we have had no luck thus far. At this point, we have to unfortunately assume the worst for her."