A/N: Hey, this is the second chapter! Yay, I actually got reviews!!! - But the main problem is the stupid summary. I can't stand it!! It's too pathetic!Goes off and makes Zakuro kill the evil summary. It's not going to be in Zakuro's POV. Thoughts are in italics, except for the last chappie, because it was basically almost all thought and italics kind of makes your head hurt if there is too much. Again, Renee Zakuro, deal with it. Takes place around the first epi.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mews or the US licensed name thingy. Please do not sue me, etc. Hmm… I own the manager and agent! . Yes, something I do own!!!! But, what is the point of the disclaimer anyways!? Pudding: 'Cause it ensures the security of the licensed anime and separates the reality of whether something is actual and pertaining to the anime, or just a fictional piece that is separated from the original piece. Me: So… since when does Pudding was so un child-like… OC!!!!! Pudding: T.T'''' Meanie…! Me: On with the story… .''' (Why is she here anyways? She's not supposed to be in this story yet…)


Zakuro's Point of View (in case you didn't read Author's note.)

I am so exhausted after yesterday… The photo shoot took up so much time, it ended past 2 am and I had to start getting ready for today at 5 am. I wish I could rest a bit longer. At least it is just mid-morning though, so half the afternoon I can sleep. I am done with wanting to see my parents. It's obvious that they didn't want me anyways…

I walked down, about to leave for the show.

"Zak-U- RO!" exclaimed a hyper active voice behind me. Crap! Did he see me while I was changing?! This guy is going down!!!

Quickly, I brought both of my hands over my right shoulder and formed a tight grip on his arm. I then thrust him forward with all my strength onto the floor. He landed on his back; but I had dropped him on a pile of packing peanuts.

"Oww…!" wailed the hidden pervert. I tried to look at his face, but he was covered in packing peanuts. I think I over reacted just a bit…

"Hey, you didn't have to throw me," he shouted angrily. He sharply inhaled and then his tone softened, "I am your agent, remember?" He stood up, fixing his glasses and stared at me with his icy cold blue eyes. Then he fixed his brown hair, yet it still looked a bit messy as a bit fell over to a side. I looked at his fake black mustache. It was a bit pointless to have it on, it looked ridiculous. He would look so better without it. It was kind of strange, but people thought of him to be too young to be an agent, only 18 years old. Just one year older than me. Why am I thinking of now?! Damn it!! Maybe I should apologize; though the thought of apologizing to HIM just abhorred me. I gulped down my fear and pride as I put my head down to think.

I lifted my head up and just felt my sides burning. "I am so sorry, Mr. Izugawa-san. But you really shouldn't sneak up on me like that. You startled me. You had got me at a bad time, and it's almost time for the performance." I apologized politely. I wonder why he insisted to give himself a Japanese pen name. He only was fluent in Japanese by classes.

"It's a good thing I'm an agent for you, Zakuro. I get 15 of everything you earn," he gushed. Gee, thanks… I take back my apology.

"Talk to you after the show, ciao!" He grinned and walked away.

"Yeah, see you later." I said, uneventfully. It was kind of strange to have him around as an agent. He kept bugging me and calling me. But he was closer to me than anyone else, after my aunt died. But my relationship with him was strictly business.

"We are ready for you, Zakuro." My manager said flatly. She looked tired even though she got more rest because she left earlier yesterday.

I nodded. I walked out on the catwalk and glanced out towards the audience. There were at least two thousand tonight. I flashed a smile and tried to image something that cheers me up. I imagined my aunt's cookies. Just a pinch of cinnamon and a dash of brown sugar did the trick, she would tell me. I froze. I didn't move at all. I thought I was going to cry. The feelings were bottled for so long and I felt that small droplets of tears were going to form. I took a deep breath and headed back. Behind, I rubbed my eyes and stopped those tears. It felt stupid to cry over things that weren't there anymore. I let the other models go out as I changed for the next part of the show.

"Zakuro, you made yourself look like a complete idiot! What would your parents say?! You just cracked under pressure again?" exclaimed the manager. Parents are there for their children when they are needed most. Those people aren't my parents anymore. And I'm so tired of your stupid whining. But I could never hit you; it wouldn't be right for me to.

"Sorry," I gave a fake plastered smile of reassurance, "I was thinking about that really sad movie I saw the other day."

"Really now, which one was it?" she asked inquiringly. Oh… I didn't think of one. I tried to remember piles of movies Izugawa recommended me to watch so I could get better poses. Um…

"Titanic. It's was very sad." I haven't seen that movie. I've only heard about it.

"Oh!!!! Titanic is the best! Don't you think Jack was so totally hot?"She jumped excitedly.

"Um… Sure!" I tried to sound cheerful.

"Wow… You amaze me. You got the greatest body; the only problem is your personality. It's so cold… Try to be yourself." she muttered. I am myself. You are the one with the strange anger/happy phase of mood swings.

"At least you think Jack was so totally cute; your personality might just be a shield because of your insecurities towards others!" She added. Wow, the only one insecure is you.

"I'm going to get ready and change, so bye." I responded coolly.

I quickly took off those clothes and put on a red satin dress. Red ribbons clung to my waist, and in the back, was a large elegant bow. It was strapless, and the top half was in white ivory with black flower designs with a dark blue center. It was designed by one of the most popular designers, Youko Sachiriko. My hair was put up in a bun and had a large red rose put in it. I had a pearl necklace on, and a diamond flower brooch. I put on 3 inch black heels, with the buckles and a small black bow on the front.

I walked on the catwalk again; this was for the formal party clothing. I could finally smile. I stayed away from thinking about her cookies. After another hour, it was almost over. I was finishing off with a lilac silk kimono with flowers on it. My obi was a small light and dark green checkered pattern. (A/N: For those of you who don't know, an obi is a sash tied around the kimono. If you don't know what a kimono is, go web search it.) My hair had a loose strand out hair off on the right side and tied up with chopsticks into the bun. A pink flower ornament was in my hair and they put a bright red lipstick on me.

After the show, I decided to wear a blue tank top with a purple coat with those fluffy dark gray fake fur on the inside and jeans. The moment, I stepped out, cameras were flashing at me. I tried to smile, and warded them off by telling them how I loved how today went and answered too bored for them. It was so hilarious to see there face just to be let down because there wasn't anything bad happening to me.

I decided to call my manager and ask him where I should meet him.

"Hi Izugawa-san. Hey, where are you right now?"

"Oh… Zakuro, I was going to go invite you to the Red Data Animal's Exhibition with me but it's ended already." Oh… I wanted to go too, oh well. I was tired

"Do you want to go to the park? It's the afternoon and it would be good for you to get outside," He added, "it's good for your body to get fresh air and it would also be a good chance for me to tell you your updated schedule." Ah… a business callNothing really exciting…

"Um… sure I'll go. If it's about business, I would need to know my schedule." I gave a very blank response. I don't want to work on business, I just want sleep…

"See you, then." He replied, very naively and cheerfully. He had the cheerfulness on a five year old and the understanding of emotions of a spoon.

"Wait! What time?" click. No response. Just great, he always does this. Oh well, I should get there as soon as I can. That way I can't be late.

As I walked towards the park, there was a sudden jolt and an there was a huge tremor in the surrounding area.

There was a tingly feeling that came over me and a light engulfed me. I held my breath, not knowing what to do.It felt so warm and I started to relax and I realized… I'm completely naked!!! And there is a wolf… Okay, that's enough late night television for me… Doesn't this relate to the Red Data Animal Exhibit? … I'm not going to move… I'll keep calm… Then, it slowly approached me and hurled itself at me. I think it was the first time in my life I was utterly afraid for my life.It went inside of me- like it was a spirit that was going to possess me. A radiant beam of light appeared and everything went black. It was cold. "Zakuro! Please, wake up!"Someone, help! Am I going to die?

I opened my eyes, to find I was in someone's house. I was on a sofa and covered by a blanket. Was everything I saw just a dream? My head hurt really badly. What happened? I got up; only to discover… someone had changed… my clothes for me… Now, I REALLY am scared!!!

"Hey Zakuro!" exclaimed Izugawa-san. What is going on?! Did I get drugged or something?

"What happened to me? My head hurts so much, and the change of clothes," I surged, "Where am I?!"

"Someone's a little cranky," laughed Izugawa, "You are at my house."

"Pardon me?" I said a bit surprised. It was more like a joke or something than reality.

"OH! Nothing happened between us. Honestly Zakuro!" he laughed and put his head down, not even looking at me. This makes me feel like I'm a pervert… Well, that wasn't the way I was thinking!!!


A/N: Do you like it? Hate it? I haven't actually decided the pairing yet. But pretend I have an idea!!! LOLz I am actually debating between three characters. Thanks for reviewing: Kish's Kittie and Granite Aizawa. I am not going to make this another Zakuro and Mint pairing, no matter how many reviews those stories get. Crud. This chapter then gets zero reviews because of die hard Zakuro and Mint fans. Oo''' Well, this was a bit longer than the first chappie! . But the first chapter would be longer if I hadn't lost my rough draft. (I wrote on paper first and lost the paper… '' I had enough until chapter 4. :( ) Please review and I'll love ya forever!