ME- This is my new story "You Think You Know Someone" I think it will go a lot better than my last one.

DANCING CHICKEN LEG- Suuuuuurrrre it will. Like everything else you do.

ME- Shut up its none of your business! *Takes baseball bat and hits him with it*

DANCING CHICKEN LEG- *screams and starts to dance away*

ZOEY- Um ok, Anime does not own Tokyo Mew Mew, just the idea of the story and oc's.

ME- Enjoy *Keeps swinging bat*

Chapter One

Zoey's Secret and the "Alien's" Confessions

"Ichigo's" POV

"IIIIIICCCCHHHHHIIIIGGGOOOO!" Pudding yelled for the tenth time. She was starting to annoy me, and all I wanted to do was cheat 1400 her ass. (A.n./ a move in Martial Arts Tricking. Almost completely impossible to land. Almost) But that would blow my cover, along with everyone else's. "Lookylookylooky! Isn't this just the cutest dress for my date?!" she screamed into my ear as she jumped onto my back. I sighed. It's been 2 years since the Mew Mew and "Alien" problem. Pudding is now five foot nine, nine inches taller than my five foot even stature. So when she jumps on me like that I have to "stumble", or fall over completely.

"Pudding! What have I told you about jumping on me?" I gritted my teeth and almost cheat 1080 jackknifed her into the wall. With all that's been going on, I haven't been able to train out my anger problem. She gulped and quickly got off me while shouting something about the dressing rooms. I shook my head. 'What am I going to do with you, Pudding?'

I finally escaped Pudding and started walking back to my "house", I pulled my hoodie closer to my chest and tugged my cherry red, waist length hair out of my dull red wig. Number one rule about disguising yourself, do subtle changes like the length of your hair. Or even tone down the color. Make it a lighter, darker, or duller version of your normal color.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and took out my colored contacts once I got home. My hot pink abnormal eyes surveyed the house. Everything seemed normal, I stealthily walked up the steps and took out my gun. I checked every room, my normal routine, before I went to my room and changed into a black long sleeved V-neck shirt and gray sweatpants. I through on some plain tennis shoes and grabbed my suitcase. My mission is almost done and I need to start packing.

I threw in all my clothes that I brought here, which was not much. And through the rest into a garbage bag. I'll donate them before I leave. They weren't my style anyway. I walked to my vanity and rifled through the drawer, pulling out files of my targets. I threw that on the top and zipped the suitcase closed. Next I collected all my personal belongings I brought to help the transition, like pictures of my real family and friends. I put those in my carry on along with my makeup, phone, laptop, and books.

My plane ticket was plastered to the mirror in the master bathroom. I couldn't risk my "friends" seeing it, it was the only logical place. They were very noisy girls, they pissed me off daily. I shook my head at the memories of their stupidity as I ripped the ticket off the mirror and slipped it into my carry on front pocket. I locked all of my bags up, I don't trust many people as you can see, and went to lock up the house. That means windows, doors, fireplaces, ect. What? I like to be thorough.

Everything seemed to be in order so I walked back upstairs and got ready for bed. Took a shower, brushed my hair and teeth, changed back into the shirt, sweatpants, and shoes. I need to leave early and I can't loose any time. Getting dressed included. I slipped under the covers and put my gun under my pillow. That was my last action as I fell into a light sleep. After all, a heavy sleeper is a dead sleeper.