Well though its really discouraging after working my tail off for hours on end on a very long chapter to only get one review, I could care less if you put it on alert, favorite it, or shove it in a community I just want reviews I like constructive criticism it helps me fix those annoying issues of mine I can never seem to figure out. + Its really annoying to see my prologue got more reviews than the last chapter, which was 5 1/2 times as long as the prologue (like i promised i remind you). If it's to do with my writing then do tell I dont like silence peoples its really disconcerting to not get much feed back. Even then that one review was 'update soon' now the person had the decency to say something else but honestly im not looking for update soon im looking for some constructive criticism and ideas that's all I ask. Now that miniature rant is done and my anger is subdued (for now) I think I will do the disclaimer this time.
I disclaim all Tokyo Mew Mew Characters, and it's story.
Oh yes and im aware that I might've made Ichigo and Ryou OC not sure, I couldn't quite feel their essences when i wrote this so I had to compromise. This wont be nearly as long as chapter 1 seeing as none of you either have the patience or just dont like my humor which probably is dry to some people (If you knew me though you'd know its anything but dry.)
Chapter 2: Supressed (Coding:Ichigo Momomiya)
My world of darkness was starting to leave. I could feel my memories, my body, and my feelings come back to me. At first I felt white hot pain but then I felt like I was being caressed by silky sheets and a soft pillow. I tried to move, I really did.
But my movement was constricted by something she couldn't tell if it was warm or not because of all the heat surrounding her, but it brought a sense of security and comfort. Her eyes wouldn't respond either she was trapped in the darkness.
It brought a wave of panic, suppressed memories trying to break free leaked into her foggy and very dark mind. She finally gave up and gave in to the darkness and let drifted back in, going wherever the shadows too her.
She felt tight, confined to a small space and her panic rose to new levels. Her vision flashed and she was in a different place.
FLASH...
A dark, damp, and tiny cell. A single 3 inch opening on what looked like a titanium, bullet proof, heat-tempered door. The room itself was less then 3 feet wide and about 7 feet tall.
She was rocking back and forth on the floor her vision was blurred by tears. Her body was dirty and hair was a tangled mess. Though she cried, her small mind was working at a shocking rate.
But none was more shocking than the thoughts themselves, horrifying and quite disturbing. Thoughts of slaughter and when the next prey that she would be ordered to hunt.
Suddenly the bolts were being undone and now she could see that she was not huddled up, but instead, she was in a straight-jacket. Bright light consumed her when the deadbolts were undone...
FLASH...
She was in a room now, it was a grand and looked like it was made from the most expensive materials in the world. The flooring was made of redwood trees that were nearly extinct in America, the walls were marble and the one large window was a balcony plated in platinum.
Before the balcony was a dark mahogany desk and one of the earlier versions of a PC which had wires coming out the back heading towards the case that had the motherboard for the PC inside.
Then there was a multi-plug-in next to it with all kinds of plugs in it, European and western. This was plugged into a western wall socket. At the desk, in a large mobile leather chair, sat a short and rather wide man with greasy silver hair and a monacle over his left eye.
He was saying some words but she could only catch a part of what he was saying.
"The...eliminated...as soon...27th...understand, B.E.S.H.A.C?"
She felt herself nod before leaving the room...
FLASH...
A nice meadow filled with flowers of a foreign was the next scene. A single word came to mind, America. That was what she called the place when she came here. She was heading towards a large house. She came by a beautiful lake and her reflection appeared.
Looking back at her was a small child at the age of six with long red hair and dead and very cold brown eyes. She wore a shirt that was made of white silk. Her pants were denim and had some rips.
She could make out hidden in the clothes hidden vials of green liquid that she identified as cyanide. She lifted her shirt up slightly to reveal six daggers strapped in a criss cross belt across her oddly smooth and perfect chest. Each in a leather scabbard.
Each hilt was a different color. The first two were black and white, the second were blue and red, and the third pair was purple and green.
She inspected her feet, which were in silk slippers with a leather bottom. The shoes were designed for silent movement her younger self idly thought.
Just then, she heard a twig snap and swiftly dropped her extreamly lose shirt that somehow concealed her weapons with ease. She turned around and saw a boy about the age of 8 coming out of the forest that led to the large house.
Her older self, being a spectator in this was gasping in shock. The boy smiled at her.
"Hello there, little girl, are you lost?" her younger self frowned seeming to contemplate weather she should talk to this child, she was never supposed to speak to anyone but her superior, but she was told the human race was a superior so wouldn't that make this child her superior?
Finally deciding that, yes he was her superior, she spoke. "I am not sure if that's the right question to ask. Are you lost?" her voice was a dead monotone, as if it never had expression at all. He cocked his head to the side giving the girl a curious stare before replying.
"I live in that big house, its about a 30 minute drive to the next town, are you sure your not lost?" he asked perplexed as to how a small girl could be so far away from town.
"I've never been lost in my life, is it not common human courtesy to introduce yourself before questioning someone?" she asked confused, she had been told she was to introduce herself after the superior introduced themselves.
The boy laughed, and smiled. "Im sorry, your right. My name is Ryou(an) Shirogane, whats yours?" he said, having approched her standing a couple feet away with a hand out.
"I am told my name is B.E.S.H.A.C." her voice had finally had a very faint spark of respect in it now. She took his hand and shook it.The boys smile never left his face.
"Beshas? That is a strange name, are you foreign?"
She looked offended and said. "Just because my name is not one you have ever heard of does not make me foreign!"
"Want to play with me?" he suddenly asked. Her face contorted in a confused expression.
"What is 'play'?" she asked. She only knew what a play is but she didn't understand this other concept the human spoke of.He looked at her with a strange expression she identified as a 'are you even real?' look. She decided she did not like this expression the moment she saw it.
"Everyone knows what play is, how could you not?" she was about to retort that she was offended when he suddenly continued. "Nevermind, I'll show you!" he made a motion for her to follow.
"Can you not define the word 'play'?" she asked he stopped and turned around.
"I could, but then it wouldn't be any fun now would it?" he said smiled still in place. He lightly tugged on her hand. "Come on, follow me." he released her hand and all she could do was follow. She was perplexed with the way he treated her.
She was told that she had no choice in anything and that she was a lower being, a slave. The world outside the facility was a strange place, she decided. Her home being a tight security cell, she was only allowed out of the military facility when she had a mission.
Her older self was cocking her head in confusion, was this the memories she had before she had contracted amnesia when she was six?
FLASH...
Now she was sitting in a room with the blond boy named Ryou Shirogane. They were watching a television, a documentary of sorts on wildcats. With a bag of chips and two glasses of water.
She scrunched her nose in concentration trying to remember the taste of the snack food. At the facility she was fed fresh vegetables, fruit, and several types of meat. Never had she had this food called 'chips'.
She liked the taste of it, hence why she was trying to savor and remember it. She had found out play was 'A time to enjoy yourself with leisure items' as the being called Ryou Shirogane put it.
He told her to call him just Ryou, she complied though didn't understand why she only used half his name. But she stayed silent as it was disrespectful to speak out of turn, though she had done it already and he did nothing to punish her like she was told she would be.\
"Hey do you want to go play on the computer with me?" he asked.
"Want? I thought I was forbidden to have any choice in life because I am of a lesser race." He gave her another weird look.
"You always have a choice in life, you had a choice to play with me and meet me. You keep saying your a lesser rave as if your not a human. If you aren't a human then what are you?"
"I am told my race has many names; demon, monster, spawn of hell, devil spawn, beast, but Im called freak the most." Ryou's eyes widened in what was identified as shock.
"Hey, whoever called you those names must really be abusive, your just as human as me or any other human, you have equal rights too!" She gave him a confused stare.
"I have rights, I am an equal? That's ridiculous Im told I am a lesser being who has no say in anything, that I am lower than scum!"
"You don't have to believe everything your told you know, you do have a choice, nobody has complete control over you. Did this person tell you to play with me? I highly doubt it seeing as how they treat you so far. My mama always says you have a right, that nobody has the right to control you no matter how different you are."
"So...I have a choice?" she asked perplexed once again that day. He laughed, it was called a carefree happy laugh she believed.
"Of course you do silly, and nobody can take that away from you!" suddenly she felt her mouth twitch and she couldn't control the urge to smile. She never smiled before, never thought she was allowed to.
"Hey your smiling! That's the first time you smiled since I met you today."
FLASH...
They were sitting out on the porch with a woman looking up at the stars. Ryou had introduced her as his 'mama'. Ryou pointed a bright star.
"Look it's Jupiter!"
"That is Jupiter? But it's so small and faraway, how can something so big be so hard to see?" she asked
"That's because its millions of miles away." his mama answered. She stood up suddenly.
"I'm going to go get some water."
"Ok mama." As soon as the woman left Beshac turned to Ryou.
"Is your family very important to you?" the question was spoke in a serious tone.
"Why are you so serious? Of course they are, if they weren't than I would be heartless now wouldn't I?"
"Oh..." if she truly had choice, than maybe she would ignore the order and go back and refuse.
His mama walked back in and told Ryou "Time for bed, Ryou." He nodded and waved to her.
"Good-bye Beshac!" before heading away. They sat in silence for about 5 minutes before the woman broke the silence.
"They sent you didn't they? To kill us I mean." Beshac whipped around in shock before slowly nodding.
"This mission has given me many new things to think about, free will, choice, family, love, and fun. Your son has taught me something I see as valuable information, I have a choice."
"You do, and what is your choice?" she asked the small child.
"I choose to leave your family be, its not my place to decide your fate, and You mean so much to the child called Ryou, he taught me freedom, now I will use it to prevent your deaths."
"You speak as if you are older than Ryou."
"I am not, I am only 6 years of age."
"A child so young and already killing? They are more twisted than I thought. I am glad you have made the choice not to kill us. But what will you do? They will kill you if you do not obey." Beshac gave the woman a sad smile.
"I am not human like you both say, nor am I alien. They are right to call me monster because that is what I am. I kill and I enjoy it, well at least I thought I did, I like play much better because it is not so messy."
"You never answered my other question, what will you do?"
"By the end of the night, there will be one less B.W.T.D facility and over 1000 will die." Before the woman could say anything else the girl started to disappeared, turning into particles. "I thank you humbly for this lesson in life, I will use it wisely, hopefully we will meet again someday under better circumstances." before she completely disappeared into particles.
FLASH...
She stood in a corridor alarms were going off and people were running towards her with guns.
They were all suddenly dead, smears on the expensive corridor.
FLASH...
She stood outside the facility, everything was on fire and screams of terror were heard.
She was angry, defiant, but mostly mad because she never got the chance to live like everyone else. She was holding her head in pain and everything was exploding the screams were getting fewer and fewer, until she realised why.
They were all dying...because of her. But she continued despite the massive burst of pain in her temples. The screams were all except for two, a man who had escaped. Then the other scream was realised.
Her own scream. She felt a white hot flash of pain before everything went dark.
FLASH...
She was in a big white room, a hospital hooked up to all sorts of things. She was sad and in pain. She wanted to forget. Forget everything she had ever done. She compelled her brain to forget, to suppress her memories from the moment she was born to now.
Suddenly the scene was familiar now, this was the scene she had woken up to when she had first gotten amnesia. Was this how she had gotten amnesia? Had she forced herself to forget the first six years of her life.
The sudden feeling of terror and panic once again enveloped her and everything went dark.
(Coding: Ryou Shirogane)
Ryou groaned when he got up to his room.
Two weeks. Two weeks of doing Strawberry's shift at work.
Two weeks of hell.
Oh Strawberry owed him.
She owed him big time.
But then again, he got to watch over her as a plus to this. He thanked whatever higher power for making her parents go on a honey moon. But he really hoped Strawberry would wake up today, seeing as they'd be back tommarow and asking where she was if she wasn't at their house.
Stupid little Chimera Anima. He still didn't know what they had done to them. all he knew was, Strawberry was still absorbing shadows at an insane rate. But he noticed he was absorbing light just not at the same rate though.
He looked down at the Strawberry who lie peacefully sleeping in his bed.
Why the hell didn't they make a guest room? Strawberry was going to scream when she realised where she was. He really didn't want to deal with an angry Strawberry as amusing as it was.
Strawberry suddenly started thrashing wildly. She looked as if she was trying to free herself from something.
Ryou knelt down next to the girl and hesitantly stroked her hair to calm her. She had been thrashing a lot in her coma. Stroking her hair seemed to calm her down a lot.
But it didn't work this time, no, her thrashing increased. He took his hand away wondering what to do. But the answer suddenly was decided for him.
Strawberry shot up into a sitting position eyes glazed over in terror. She was muttering some words.
"Facility...mission...Ryou Shirogane...choice...free will...slaughter...amnesia"
The way she said them, in a monotone dead voice was disturbing but the last word she uttered when she fell backwards was probably the most.
"...Beshac..."
Beshac. A person he could never forget. His first human friend.
He saw her only once. But that was enough to ingrain her in his memory forever.
How could anyone forget such a strange, but somehow terrifying girl?
When he first saw her something screamed at him to run that this person was unnatural.
But he didn't listen to it brushing it off as being shy.
Now he realised those were his instincts.
But how did Strawberry know Beshac? He was certain that only one Beshac existed in the world. Because he looked it up once and all he got was (though he was not certain) Cantonese.
Suddenly he look at the picture of the Mew team together, he stared directly at Strawberry.
Brown eyes, crimson hair. Then he tried to remember Beshac. The image was a little blurry but clearly still there after 7 years.
Brown eyes, long crimson hair. They looked exactly the same.
No way. That was impossible.
His mama told him her parents had picked her up and that on the news she saw there car in a car crash, and no survivors.
His mama would never lie to him.
Would she?
There, it's done and shorter. Review please and i'll be satisfied.
