The long awaited sequal has arrived!!!

That's right, a week after the ending of one of the most epic Tokyo Mew Mew stories, come Tales from the Mew Institute. Though be warned. DO NOT try and read this fic, if you haven't read Breaking New Boundaries.


The silent dawn was shattered by the subtle chirping of the sparrows and the cooing of the pigeons in the small neighborhood. While New York was the City That Never Sleeps, something about the brisk, early autumn morning begged for warm blankets and the legendary "five more minutes." But all that changed with the obnoxious bleeping of the side table alarm.

"Someone shoot me," he moaned, smashing his fist down onto the clock. It groaned and gave way, its outer plastic shell cracking in several places. "Damn!" the boy chuckled as he lobbed his old alarm over his head, into the garbage can by the door. "'Bout time that thing bit the dust." He sighed, heaving himself out of bed.

The rest of the room was quiet, broken only by the snores of several other sleeping kids. They tossed and turned, wrapping themselves up countless times in their bed coverings. Grabbing a pile of clothes and a knapsack, the awake boy tiptoed out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

"HAWKEYE!" he suddenly shouted, as he began running across the landing. A loud barking signaled his companion's presence as the boy darted into the bathroom [Don't use the same sentence construction two sentences in a row]. After completing his normal morning routines, the boy, still clutching his knapsack, slid down the banister, fell off halfway down and tumbled the rest of the way down the carpeted stairs.

He landed in a heap at the bottom, lying on his stomach and unsure of what had just happened. However, more barking brought him back to his senses.

"Hey Hawkeye, ya mutt," the boy shouted, picking himself up. "Get over here!"

"Daniel," a voice called in from the adjacent kitchen. "How many times to I have to tell you, don't slide down the railing!"

"A lot?" he replied as he entered the kitchen, only to be tackled by a furry mass. "Hawkeye, get off me!" he laughed, as the puppy's wet tongue played over his face.

"Looks like you don't need to worry about a shower today," another, masculine voice called out.

"Like I was going to take one anyway Aoyama-san," the boy, Daniel commented, picking up the golden retriever puppy, and putting him against his shoulder.

Later that afternoon saw the same woman from before fussing over Daniel as he gathered up his stuff, which had been scattered all over the house.

"Do you have everything?" she asked

"The luggage was picked up yesterday, Liz." Daniel injected.

"Still, what about--"

"Whatever it is, I probably have it," Daniel sighed, as he made his way towards the front door, still carrying the puppy.

"And are you SURE you want to bring Benny?"

"His name's Hawkeye," he responded, placing said puppy in the top most compartment of his knapsack, where the dog's head poked out happily. Suddenly, Liz pulled him into a hug.

"I know we do this every year, but it never gets any easier."

"How many of us have you two put through The Mew Institute?" Daniel asked.

"You'll be the thirty-third."

"Wow, there were that many Mew orphans?"

Liz nodded sadly.

"Now remember, don't call Jason by his first name, e-mail us at LEAST twice a week, and if you get lonely, remember Ame's office hours!" Liz called, as Daniel ran towards the door.

"I know I'm forgetting something," he whispered to himself. Hawkeye, still in his bag, barked, and nudged the side of Daniel's head. "Oh yeah!" Daniel snatched a skateboard, which was lying against the wall.

"And don't forget to wear your helmet!" Liz called out after him.

"Elizabeth-kun, you need to relax." Aoyama wrapped his arms around her.

"I know, but he's the closest thing we have to a son."

"We've still got six more," Aoyama whispered in her ear.

"I know, honey, I know."

()()()

The hyped youth flew down the cement sidewalk, perched on his skateboard, leaning back and forth to avoid the cracks and bumps in the sidewalk.

"Hawkeye, the day's finally come," Daniel informed his furry companion, whose head was still hanging from his knapsack. "We're headin' off to the Mew Institute, and stuff's FINALLY gonna start happening."

Hawkeye buried his head into the bag for a sec and nudged Daniel on the cheek, something clamped in his teeth. "Oh, nearly forgot about this!" he exclaimed, taking the grey, cotton flat cap from the dog, and putting it on his head. "Who knows, maybe we might get to go to Japan?"

The boy and his dog arrived at their destination. A long Greyhound bus was parked on the side of the street. Outside, dozens of families and kids, almost all Daniel's age, were departing. Hugs, kisses, tears and promises were being exchanged, as the future students began to board. Daniel felt a quick pang of regret, instantly subdued by a rush of adrenaline, as he dramatically leapt over a pile of suitcases, landing perfectly on the other side.

"Ten points!" someone called out.

"Hey Jack, what's up?!"

A middle-aged man approached Daniel, who greeted him like an older brother.

"Just pickin' up the exchanges." Daniel looked past him, watching a parade of kids of all ethnicities board the bus.

"Wow, quite a load this year."

"So," Jack sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're boarding this year, right?" he asked. Daniel nodded, as Hawkeye barked in happy agreement. "And this mutt's comin' with?" he asked in surprise, patting the affectionate dog on the head.

"You know me and Hawk are inseparable."

The bus honked three times. "Gotta go! See you at Christmas!" Daniel called, dismounting his skateboard, and boarding the bus. "Say bye to Adam and Kyra for me!"

"I will!" Jack called back. With a hiss, the bus doors closed, and the massive vehicle pulled away from the sidewalk.

Onboard, Daniel elbowed his way through the crowd of eager teenagers, looking for a seat. Hawkeye ducked his head into the bag, to avoid being glomped for his apparent cuteness.

"Don't worry, Hawk," Daniel whispered. "Soon as we sit down, I'll give you breakfast." Slowly, he maneuvered his way through the excited crowd, finally coming to rest at the back. Sighing, he placed his bag between his knees, unzipped it all the way, and allowed Hawkeye to jump out onto his lap. "I know you're hungry, Hawk," Daniel sighed, digging into his bag even further. He pulled out two Tupperware containers. One he pried open and placed back down in the bag. To which, Hawkeye barked loudly, and dug in greatly. The other, Daniel pried open, and slowly started eating, savoring every bite.

"Some reason," Daniel reasoned, in between bites. "Liz's beef stew tastes even better three days old." Hawkeye barked in agreement, his nose and face covered in thick gravy.

"That's a pretty smart dog," someone commented. Daniel turned his head, and discovered the origin of the voice. A boy, roughly his own age, was sitting across from him.

"I trained him myself," Daniel replied. "Even though I only got him a month ago."

"For a month old, he's pretty smart," the new boy commented, putting a bookmark between the pages of his book.

"I know. I'm Daniel." He introduced, extending his hand across the aisle.

"I'm Sean. Sean Alex."

"So, whatchya readin?" Daniel asked, leaning across the aisle to take a peek at the book's cover.

"Robert Louis Stevenson's The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."

"I've never heard of it," he replied, leaning back into his seat.

"It's a really old book, nearly a hundred and fifty years, but it's an incredible story."

Sean then launched into a vivid description of the short novel, and its representation of free will.

"Wow, you talk a lot." Daniel commented.

Sean shrugged. "I'm smart, and I talk about what I like. There's nothing changing that." Daniel nodded solemnly, respecting Sean's knowledge, and comfort with himself.

"Everyone shut up!" someone from up front shouted. Daniel immediately sat up at the voice.

"Cool, he's here," Daniel whispered.

"Who's here?" Sean asked, leaning over towards Daniel.

"The Captain." That same someone up front, stood up. Everyone on the bus could tell he was a teacher, but the aged and faded boney hat threw them off a bit.

"Now," he began, getting everyone's attention. "For those of you who don't know, lived under a rock for their entire lives, or were scarred at birth, I'm Mr. Washington. No relation to the President. However, for those of you feeling a bit courageous, or who don't like formalities, like I do, I'm The Captain." He reached down to the seat next to him, and pulled up a stack of envelopes. "These contain your dorm number and class group. I'd advise you to hold onto them, but then I'd just be repeating myself later on."

He began calling out names, one by one. Daniel noticed that there was a majority of girls on the bus, but a fair smattering of boys as well.

"You know him?" Sean whispered.

"Yup. That's Jason Washington, one of the original Second Generation Mews."

Sean's eyes widened. "You mean, the original Tokyo Mew Mew?"

"Not the ORIGINAL original," Daniel replied, placing heavy emphasis on the first word. "I think they're teaching in Japan. No, he was the first guy Mew."

"And is he going to be one of our teachers?" Sean asked.

"Benjamin Franklin Hawkeye Pierce!" Mr. Washington suddenly shouted out. Before anyone could do anything, Hawkeye jumped from Daniel's bag, and bolted up the aisle. Every girl on the bus "ohh-ed" and "aww-ed" at the sight of the small golden retriever puppy dashing up the aisle. Daniel smacked his forehead as his dog came running back, two envelopes clenched in his mouth.

"So much for a low profile," he muttered, taking the envelopes from Hawkeye, as Sean went up to receive his. Daniel chuckled, reading how Hawkeye was an official roommate of his.

"So, which room are you in?" Daniel asked, once Sean sat back down.

"Um, 419," he read. Hawkeye barked happily, and Daniel pumped his fist in the air.

"Awesome, same here!" Daniel exclaimed.

Sean winced at his enthusiasm. "And I take it your dog's rooming as well?"

Daniel paused, and wrapped his arms defensively around Hawkeye. "Is there a problem with him? He's completely trained."

Sean shook his head and scratched Hawkeye affectionately. "I always wanted a dog, so, there's no prob."

"Oye, munchkins!" Washington shouted, getting everyone's attention. Some of the girls, Daniel noticed, looked offended at being called, 'munchkins.' "Alright, now that we all know where everyone's rooming, there's a few things we need to go over." The bus suddenly hit a pothole a bit too fast. The resulting shockwave sent Washington tumbling into the aisle, to the laughter of everyone on board. "Right, moving right along," he continued, dusting himself off. "Leeme answer a few questions. Yes, I am Jason Washington, former Mew. Yes I'm going to be one of your teachers, and yes, Ryou Shirogane's an annoying blonde asshole who needs stilts." More laughter accompanied the joke.

"Ok, all jokes aside, on behalf of The Mew Institute, and the entire Mew Project, welcome." Some people began clapping and cheering at this. Washington allowed it to pass, then continued. "The campus is a fair way's upstate, somewhere around Albany. Don't ask me for an exact location, 'cuz I still don't know."

"The bus ride's a fair five hours, so we should be there by nightfall. My advice, get to know the people around you, regardless of where you're from. Take it from the first guy Mew: sometimes, your best resources are your closest friends. And sometimes, they're all you have to rely on." The atmosphere sobered up quickly. It was as if he'd just told everyone that they were all going to die in five seconds. Then, he broke out into a grin. "But don't worry too much about that. You guys are still a long way out from doing too much of anything, and let me assure you, the faculty and I will do almost anything to make sure you're comfortable."

Both Hawkeye and Daniel yawned. "Dude, I didn't get much sleep last night," He informed Sean.

"Ok, why not just sleep now?" Nodding sleepily, Daniel re-arranged himself on the bench, cuddling Hawkeye like a living teddy bear.

"Make sure none of the girls try and take Hawk here, alright?" he asked, before dropping off to sleep.

()()()

CRASH!

"What hit me?" Daniel moaned as he picked himself and Hawkeye up off the floor of the bus. Looking out the window, he noticed a gigantic flood of light.

"Wake up, everyone." Washington called out from the front of the bus. "We're here."

Daniel and Sean stood as the long line of sleepy yet excited teenagers began filing off the bus.

"I feel like we're going to summer camp rather than school," Sean informed his roommate, as Hawkeye yawned, expressing everyone's current state of affairs. Finally, they exited the bus to find themselves standing outside a well-lit building.

"Everyone," Washington called them all to attention. "Welcome to Davis Building, the freshman dorms. There's four floors. First three are girls, fourth is guys." Several moans could be heard from the few guys there as the announcement was made. "Relax, you complain now, but just wait until tomorrow."

Picking up their luggage, the group of dreary-eyed freshies trudged in through the automatic doors. They crowded the stairwells, slowly thinning out as the two roommates ascended. Finally, only the smattering of boys, who had been so outnumbered on the bus, stood at the end of a long hallway.

"My room's at the end, last door on the right." Washington shouted. "Bathroom's around the corner, open all the time. Four to a room, try not to kill each other tonight." With that, he walked down the hall, to his room, unlocked the door, and walked in.

The ragtag group filled out into their rooms. 419 stood halfway down the hall from the bathroom. Sighing, Daniel and Sean entered, Hawkeye long having drifted off to sleep. The room inside was just borderline cramped. Two bunk beds were against opposite walls, while the back wall was one giant desk. Above the desk was a massive window from which the soft light of the stars filtered in, casting an eerie yet calming ambiance into the room. The bunks on the left wall had been taken, so Sean climbed into the bottom bunk on the right wall.

"You alright on the top?" Sean asked, as Daniel easily climbed into the bed.

"Yeah, but could ya pass me up my bag?"

After removing Hawkeye from his position, Daniel took a pair of basketball shorts from the bag, then threw said bag over onto the floor. He took off his pants and shirt, throwing them onto his bag.

"I hope you plan on cleaning that up tomorrow," Sean whispered. Daniel grunted in agreement, pulling on his makeshift pajamas. Kicking his blankets out of the way, he pulled Hawkeye in under them, as he rested his head on the pillow.

"Hawk," he whispered, as the puppy wiggled closer to his master's body heat. "We finally made it."


This is gonna be a BIG, i'm talking MASSIVE fic. With more Mews than you can shake a stick at. Want in? Well, just follow these simple rules.

1. Fill out this standardized Mew Submition Script.

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2. Do NOT give me Mew specific data. I don't need it,

3. They have to be American High School age, that is, 15-18 years old. This IS a high school fic.

4. They CANNOT, under ANY circumstances, be Japanese. Why, you might ask? Classified information, but it's epic. However, every other nationality is, not only accepted, but ENCOURAGED

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6. Male Mews are welcome.

Anyone not following these rules, will not have their Mew accepted. It will take some time for everyone's Mew to appear, and some might play bigger roles than others, so please, be nice to me, and everyone else. So, without further ado:

LET THE EPICNESS COMMENCE!!!