What The Mew?!
Chapter 1- Welcome
As the craft landed on a stretch of pitch, there was a pause then, the automatic ramp door opened. A weak gale of warm summer breeze washed upon the faces of the Earthly guests, and bright sunlight filled the wide gap of where the door once was. The first person to greet them was a tall, Cyniclon girl. She had spiky red hair which was held up by two needles, that created a halo of fire around her head, and red bangs- the right one being noticeably longer than the left- that framed her face. She had sparkly, pink eyes that gazed at the Mews warmly. And she also had a bright smile. She wore on her well shaped physique, a short, cute white summer dress, and light brown gladiator styled sandals. In front of her, she held in her hands, a glass tablet.
"Hi, my name is Jade Kaiya, and I will be your guide," the girl, Kaiya, greeted loud but pleasant as the other five girls walked down the ramp. They took in the glorious site of the well organised and decorated garden surroundings, the sweet and delicious aromas floating in the air, and the beautiful melodies of garden creatures.
As Kaiya's light eyes landed on Ichigo's figure, her eyebrows arched down angrily, yet her smile was still in place. She walked over to the fellow red-head who was still taking in the sights. Ichigo noticed the girl approaching and stopped.
"You must Momomiya Ichigo-san," Kaiya stated a bit roughly.
"How did you know?" Ichigo asked, not heeding Kaiya's tone.
"Master Kisshu speaks about all the time," she replied. Ichigo was taken aback. It had been three years, and he still thought, much less spoke about her. Ichigo was then snapped out of her thoughts by Kaiya.
"You are as pretty as he says you are," she commented while walking away to the front of the group. Ichigo blushed at the statement.
"Now, if you lovely ladies will follow me, please" Kaiya instructed, her tone more cheerful her, eyebrows relaxed. She lead the Mews down one of the many stone paths that threaded through the lush gardens. A way further from the landing pitch, before the group, was a set of golden double door. They swung open gracefully to allow passage. Inside was an extensive hall with marble floors, a dark grey carpet running through it. The walls were painted in cozy colours with subtle designs, and dotted with magnificent paintings. The Mews drank in the expensive hall, only two pairs of eyes of which had seen equivalent exquisity. Soon, Kaiya began speaking as if she were the guide of a museum tour.
"As you can see," she began, "this mansion is comfortably large, consisting of four wings. Each wing belonging to each of the masters, Master Pai, Master Kisshu and Young Master Taruto... We are now on our way to the central foyer."
As she finished up, they walked down the hall a bit more, and soon came to an open area. There were two tawny couches opposite each other facing a television-like machine, and a standing lamp next to it. Kaiya turned to face the group.
"My greatest apologies, ladies," she apologised and bowed, "for I do not know which one of your hosts will first greet you. They are very busy, Master Pai and Master Kisshu in particular. But," she smiled a bit more," I will be more than happy to answer any and all your questions."
Kaiya offered the Mews seats and beverages, and, as she said before, happily answered their inquiries. Soon, the distinctive thud of shoes against marble could be heard, only by Kaiya's sensitive ears. She alerted the girls, and they waited to see who might appear.
To their surprise, all three of the brothers stood at the top of the grand staircase. Three certain Mews watched, bemused, as they descended. Kaiya noticed, and discreetly cleared her throat, snapping the Mews out of their trances. She stepped up, and bowed some.
"Good evening, Master Pai, Master Kisshu, Young Master Taruto. Your guests have arrived unharmed and at the exact arrival time, 5:00pm, and-"
"Kaiya," Kish said, stopping the girl as he put a hand on her lowered shoulder. She inwardly shivered in delight.
"You can relax now," he finished. The red head nodded and bowed once more.
"Y-Yes, you're right, Master. Excuse me," she said, walking off almost giddy.
The Mews and brothers sat on the comfortable couches; Mews on one, the brothers on the other. There was a moment of silence as the two groups stared at each other. It had been three years, and it would seem like they had forgotten what each other looked like, for they gazed at themselves so fiercely. Well, one person on particular had a very good memory, but was shocked by the other's changes.
Pudding was nowhere near shocked, but instead happy and excited to see her old friend again. She hadn't noticed that Taruto had gotten taller, and some of his childish features had left. He even thought a bit more maturely. He, on the other hand, had noted that Pudding had also grown a bit taller, and she was now exchanging some of her cuteness for beauty. Her golden locks had also lengthened, and her body was just starting to fill out.
Lettuce. Poor little Lettuce was being dragged into the temptation of staring. She could not believe that Pai would be even more handsome than the last time she saw him, but she was dead wrong, and her cheeks could prove it. His face and body had become more masculine. Strong jawline, biceps bulging, all the goodness and benefits of constant exercise. Lettuce could not control her eyes, and Pai was the same way. He always thought the green mew was beautiful, but was never mindful of it because he had a mission. But now, that beauty was before him, and his new mission was to stare.
As curious as a cat would, Ichigo's big, brown eyes could not and would not obey her brain's commands to stop staring. At least she could control her mouth from gaping, and her cheeks from getting any redder. She had no idea that she would be this drawn in by Kisshu's appearance. She was being pulled into his eyes, those bright golden orbs that would forever look at her with adoration and passion. And again, her eyes could not help but slid down to his lips. So soft and tender, she... mentally slap herself. And Kisshu did the same, trying to figure out whether or not he was dreaming. To him she was immaculate. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but she was an angel, and as clumsy as she was, had fallen. He tried to find anything else he could do to stop the maddening temptation within, and so spoke.
"So..."
A/N: How was THAT compared to my crappy prologue. OK, this took me two days to type up because I was playing with my dog, and he refused to bite the chew toy instead of my hand... It's sad, I know. T~T... Later