Disclaimer: I'm now writing my own manga! Why do I need to own Tokyo Mew Mew?
Omnipotent Narrator: -sneaks over from Come What May- MY EYES!
Authoress: My art's gotten better! I feel insulted! Hey—what are you doing here? I wasn't going to use you in another fic!!!!
ON: You use me when you're hyper. You're high off reading those KishxPai's. Traitor to the KishxIchigo fandom!
Authoress: I am NOT!!! I needed something to do while I tried to load that damn song!
ON: You could have started this earlier…
Authoress: But then you'd be sad because you'd be confined to a single fic…
ON: Yeah, whatever Kimberley.
Authoress: To clear the use of the name up, I call myself Mina when I feel sadistic, Tora when I feel emo, Sadie when I feel average, Aline when I feel like a fangirl, and Kimberley when I feel nerdy. I feel nerdy/sadistic now… -shows ON her manga again-
ON: MY EYES!!! Folks, if she owned TMM, you wouldn't be able to see!
Authoress/Kimberley: It was the rough draft for Christ's sake!
ON: You're going to get flamed for this long disclaimer, I know it. Reviewers may tell Kimberley if you hate the long conversations with me in them.
Kimberley: HaHA! I did it again! You haven't cut off my uberlong disclaimer yet!
ON: NOOOOOOO!!! –gags Kimberley and shackles her to a board… in Pai's torture chamber of Mina's evil and sadistic imagination… oh no…-
Kimberley: On with the fic! I'm quite pleased with this chapter… it's in first person, Tart's point of view. Most of the chapters from here on are.
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I opened my eyes as Kish injected what appeared to be a blood transfusion into my arm. I was very woozy from the accident, but hey, no biggie—I was alive. Count your blessings. "Why'd it take so long?" I croaked groggily. For the past hour I'd been drifting in and out of consciousness, which is no fun in case you were wondering.
I'm Taruto Kuromizu, Tart to most people, for some reason I'm Tar-tar or
Taru-taru to my arch-nemesis, Pudding Fong, and I'm Naruto to Kish when he's mad at me—he knows I can't stand that show. Being called Naruto does nothing to help that dumb anime's status on my likes and dislikes list. I'm only a ten-year-old cyniclon, but I'm already in the military. How messed up is that? I mean, whatever happened to child labor laws?
Well anyway, that's off subject. ON subject, the looks on Kish and Pai's faces weren't really that encouraging. It was unnerving, especially because, well, Pai is Pai. When the emotionless Pai looks regretful and it's directed at you, you'd better be scared. Really scared. It undoubtedly means that huge, evilly bad things are happening. Whoopee.
"Tart… I'm really sorry…" Oh no. It was Kish who was sorry? It meant that certainly terrible things had happened to me! Kish was my best friend and all, but I can't pretend he was the most careful of people—look at the way he screwed up with Ichigo! Would I look down to find my leg amputated or all the blood I'd just received bloating up my large intestine?
I glanced down at myself, and no, that was not the case. In fact, I couldn't see anything wrong. "Hey! What did you all do that took so long?" I asked impatiently, half dreading the answer.
"We were out of type O blood…" Pai looked reluctant to continue.
To be frank, I didn't really care if Pai wanted to tell me what he had messed up, because he sure was going to! "You teleport down to the planet, get some blood, and teleport up! That doesn't take an hour!" I yelled, unforgiving, pounding my fists on the soft mattress of the bed in the hospital part of the ship.
"Well, the only person we know with that blood type was Lettuce Midorikawa—"
"Who?" I interrupted. I'm really bad with first names in the first place, and last names are really hard for me. Forget telling me your middle name; no chance I'll remember it. Who wants to remember human names anyway? What a waste of time!
Even knowing that, Pai rolled his eyes as though I hadn't known the name of our dying home world. Which, for the record, is 'Land.' Hey—c'mon, I didn't name it! Besides, is 'Land' really much less imaginative than 'Earth?' Is it?
But back to Pai. He looked at me as though there was no greater existing idiot. This idea is disproved by the existence of Kish, who'd kill me if I said that to his face. "Mew Lettuce," Pai told me in a slow clear voice. "The green mew mew."
"Oh. That one." I still didn't get what was wrong, but my gut instinct told me nothing good could come next.
Before Pai's mouth could open, the answer hit me like a ton of bricks. Thus, it was a real shock. "Ne Pai, you did get the animal DNA out, right?" I asked. Please, please…
The look on my friend's face answered that. "No!" I wailed, distraught. "No, this doesn't happen! I have dolphin DNA now?"
"That's not the worst of it," Pai answered grimly, making me feel loads better. "If the intelligence of their side discovers this, they will be able to manipulate your actions using their own samples of Mew Lettuce's blood, and force you to obey their will. Our enemies could even force you to fight against us."
"And you still did this to me!" I wasn't happy, to say the least. Not happy at all!
"Hey, it was this or your life! And come to think of it, your life's still in danger!" Kish began to fly around in tight little circles, agitated.
"How—"
"We haven't contacted Deep Blue Sama about this little incident yet," Pai answered apprehensively.
Dread coiled in my gut as I realized what he meant. Deep Blue hadn't exactly shown himself to be so loving and caring. Helloooo, he'd told us to leave Kish to die, when Kish was fighting so hard for his cause! I knew I was just a tool to our 'grand leader.' He'd probably have me 'eliminated' just to simplify the mission, you know, as a precaution. It made smart, strategic, military sense. Except that it was referring to me. I had a hard time stomaching that.
"Do we have to tell him?" I whispered, even though I knew the answer. After all, Pai was a rule follower, and he always had been. I knew that if Deep Blue told Pai to kill me, he would, and Kish wouldn't do anything to stop him. One of my friends would kill me, and while the other wouldn't help, he sure wouldn't stop him! What did I do to deserve this? Brilliant!
A blue light replaced the hospital, and I knew that Pai had summoned our leader. The familiar glow seemed to stifle me. A visit from our savior was never really welcome in my opinion. Especially now, when I'd probably be killed. Couldn't Pai have waited to tell him? You know, until I had time to hide in Moscow or somewhere and change my identity?
"Master Deep Blue Sama." We all sank to our knees, me included. All the while though, I was thinking about how being on your knees was an incredibly vulnerable position. Really, do powerful people plan it so that their underlings are entirely helpless if they get pissed off and violent? Hm… yeah, probably.
"What is it Pai?" Deep Blue has what is said to be a mysterious voice. Personally, I think it's just girly, but I mentioned that to Pai once and got in serious trouble. But anyway, for some reason that was running through my head now. Why were we listening to this girly spirit person? I mean, come on! What had he ever done for us? Oh yeah, he had all his wonderful, glorious promises of a re-born Earth—really. The geek wasn't showing any signs of awakening any time soon! So then, why the heck did we listen to the loser? Hm?
"Deep Blue Sama, Taruto injured himself, and we had to replace his blood. Unfortunately, the blood we used belonged to a mew mew," Pai explained. There were no excuses; there was no long story. Deep Blue wouldn't be interested.
"Is that so?" I flinched at the cold mercilessness of that high voice. Deep Blue was a being whom had never felt pity. "Well then, keeping him alive will only complicate things." My breath stopped as he said that. No, please… I was only ten… "Kill him."