Disclaimer - I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew or Ryou's past, just the psychiatrist.
The woman fidgeted with her glasses awkwardly, scanning her notes over once again. "So let me get this straight: At age ten, both of your parents died in a fire caused by a Chirema Anima. From then onward you pledged to fulfill your father's doings of the Mew Project, in the process injecting yourself with the DNA of an Iriomote Wildcat, along with injecting five other girls with the DNA of other endangered species. You can now change into a mysterious grey cat who wears a bright green scarf at will, but you can only stay like that for 10 minutes without changing back, or else you would stay that way forever. Is this correct?"
The young man nodded in confirmation, "Yup, you've got it all there."
The woman jotted something else down in her notes, before shifting in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. "Now that we've gotten all of that out of the way…" she said awkwardly to her patient, "why did you really schedule this appointment?"
Ryou fidgeted, rolled over on his back on the bright red arm-couch he nervously laid on. He stared at the ceiling for awhile, his blue eyes able to pierce through the 10 other floors above the room he resided in with the psychiatrist. Finally after letting out a huge sigh, he decided to hurry up and get this thing over with, but not after giving himself a mental note to 'repay,' Keiichiro for scheduling this appointment for him, that he, 'desperately needed,' to, 'clear his mind.'
"You see," he murmured, "there's this employee, or rather, girl…"
