Disclaimer: Ah. Nope. Don't own anyone in Tokyo Mew Mew. If I did, Ryou would dress differently. :D

Wish On This: Okay. I had posted this before, but I had to reeee-post it because I added more on. The night I thought on it, all I could think about was how unfinished it seemed. It left on an odd note. But again, this is not a oneshot. Cya. Oh, and I changed the name a little. Hum.

A fall breeze swayed in the crisp night air. The leaves rustled, seeming like shivers. Compared to the old summer heat, it was brisk and frosty.
Ryou shifted his weight on the tree branch he sat on. A black hoodie clung loosley to his torso. He'd been smart enough, too. As it gets colder, clothing gets thicker. Simply put.
His eyes flickered around aimlessly, observing the Mews in action. He'd had nothing better to do than to come and monitor silently. The cafe was quiet and lost buzz, Wednesday evenings were never big sellers. Even Keiichiro could do pretty damn fine on his own there.

Maybe I should go back, Ryou thought, customers could come in and Keiichiro would have all that work. Ryou blinked, closing his eyes unusally long, What's he doing over there? Dishes? I could do them, maybe.

Ryou cupped his chin in his hand, not in a bored fashion, but in curiousity. Lettuce flung back by the enemies impact, ending up with cuts and bruises, laying on the grass. Her eyes lit up with a new found inspiration to very well kick some ass. Ryou watched her for a moment to see her stand, before jumping off the tree gracefully.

"How were they?" Keiichiro asked with a calculated voice, a usual smile plastered on his face.
"Good." Ryou replied. He avoided eye contact with Keiichiro while he begun attmepting to pull the hoodie off from his back. It slid off easily as he extended his arms. He could feel his hair puff up embarassingly and he pet it quickly. Keiichiro didn't seem to notice.
The cafe was empty, and Ryou frowned a little. It was almost closing time, he should've known. But he could've kept observing. No bother. He said assuringly to himself.
"Just good?" Keiichiro asked with a tainted tone, though still smiling.
"Yeah." Ryou begun walking into the backroom, the kitchen. He pushed the door open a crack before asking, "Were you gunna do the dishes?"
Keiichiro paused for a moment. "Uhm. Well. I was planning on it. I mean, since the girls are out."
Ryou nodded to himself as he pushed the kitchen door further and begun stepping in. "Whatever. I'll do them."

Musky water, bubbles, and many many food crumbs later, Ryou exited the the kitchen with a pained and annoyed look on his face. He scrunched his nose when he saw Keiichiro reading easily to a book with no cover. His shoulders were hunched slightly by pressing his weight on his elbows. He seemed dearly interested in whatever it was.

He could've offered help! Ryou thought selfishly. But then his sensible thought mused, Yeah, but would you have accepted the offer?

Ryou surpressed the urge to scoff at his own self. He stepped over silently behind Keiichiro, who stayed still, only his eyes trailing along the pages of the book.
Ryou waved his wet hand above Keiichiro causing droplets of dish water to fling everywhere. Keiichiro grimaced at it landed on his face.
"Euch!" He snorted, pushing his chair back slightly to stand up. His eyes were tainted with anger, but his face was unable to read. He softened a little when he realized it was Ryou.
Ryou made eye contact with Keiichiro for a moment.
Before laughing lightly and walking away.
Keiichiro blinked. "Mature." He scoffed sarcastically under is breath, but loud enough for Ryou to hear. Ryou turned around and made an annoyed face. He stopped for a moment, thinking of how he looked.

Mature, indeed.

"Sleep." Ryou threw the word from over his shoulder as he begun walking again.
"You're tired already?" Keiichiro asked in a voice on the verge of surprise.
Ryou grunted. "Sure. Sleep."

Ryou shifted noisily in under his blankets. Why'd he been acting like such and idiot around Keiichiro anyways?
Not to say this was the first of times. He'd playfully attempted to trip Keiichiro yesterday, and before that he'd pulled his hair. Keiichiro had seemed unaffected except for the annoyed look her gave Ryou each time. Ryou would go on laughing.
Ryou rolled onto his back and flattened out his arms. Deciding the position was uncomfortable he rolled onto his side and looked at the wall. It had a small stain of something, or a paint build up.

How dumb. Ryou mused. I'm acting like a grade 7 girl.

Ryou thought about that time. Red-headed girls pulling blonde boys hair. Boys embarassing girls to make them blush. And how everyone teased that whoever was teasing obviously liked that person.
Ryou flushed at the thought and almost laughed at the thought of him liking Keiichiro. Before he could, it felt like his tongue tied a knot in his throat. He curled the pillow around his head and his muscles became taut.
After shifting positions restlessly, and pushing thoughts from his head, he fell into a warm sleep.

Wish On This: And away I go… Tah.

Sakurambo-chan: Yeah. Their isn't enough stories about them. 3 I try not to make my stories to "BAM Lets make out!" anyways. I dislike when people make them suddenly 'in love' out of no where.