Please review! This is my first fanfic that I've published so all of your feedback would be great. I hope you enjoy!
I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew and I never I will. How sad…
The blond man stepped out into the rain from his black car and shivered from the cold downpour. He looked up and down the street for the familiar name he was told to meet at.
Memories flooded into his head as he walked down the muddy streets of downtown Tokyo once again. After all these years he thought he would have forgotten but he guessed those times were tucked away in his heart. It never really occurred to him that he was a sentimental guy but some things you never forget. He looked up and couldn't fight the smile when he saw the giant, pink café before him. Even on that cold, drizzly day the café shinned in pink brighter than ever. The blond man shivered again in his long raincoat and hurried inside.
He cracked open the front door and peered inside. The room smelled of dust and all the chairs were stacked on the tables. It was dark except for a light that came from the kitchen. The tall blond shuffled to the back while sliding his raincoat off.
"Ryou, is that you?" called a familiar voice.
Ryou threw his coat on one of the tables and headed through the swinging door of the kitchen.
"Who else?" Ryou said with a faint smile looking at his old friend.
Keiichiro put down his oven mitt and turned to meet him.
"Long time, no see." Keiichiro said with a smile.
He grabbed two coffee mugs of the shelf and placed them on the table. Ryou sat down while Keiichiro poured coffee into both of them.
"Ryou, you've grown since the last I've seen you. How long has it been?" Keiichiro said while sitting down at the table.
"Five years, old man." Ryou said with a smile.
"Just because I'm older than twenty-five now doesn't make me old."
It was true Keiichiro hadn't changed at all. He still wore his long, brown hair back in a pony-tail but today he was wearing a blue sweater and jeans instead of what he used to wear.
"So have you seen anyone from the old days?" Keiichiro asked while sipping on his coffee.
"Not once. It's like after we closed everyone went their separate ways and then they were gone never to call again."
Ryou looked down at the white kitchen tile. The floor had a layer of dust over it just like everything else making the café look so old. Everything had faded just like the times that were spent here.
"So you never sold this place?"
"I couldn't stand to see it taken down." Keiichiro paused and looked around the room. "This place hasn't seen the light of day since we closed it. It makes me sad to see it this way." He said while stirring in some sugar to his coffee. "So how do you think those girls are doing?"
"Who knows?" Ryou said in an uninterested voice.
"Hmm…" Ryou looked up at Keiichiro who was smiling up at the ceiling.
"What?"
"Hahaha! I have an idea!" He laughed.
