Disclaimer: If I owned TMM, I'd have made them put in more PuddingxTartness, and the series wouldn't be over yet, because I'd be writing about 50 mangas of back-story per character! (I want the back-story. GIVE ME BACK-STORY!!!)
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"Kill him."
"Nuh—" I was gripped with a nearly paralyzing fear at the expected sound of those two words. I stumbled backwards, my breathing fast and shallow. Hyperventilating, I think it's called? Is that right? Whatever it's called, it's how you normally breathe when you're scared to death. Ten wasn't old enough to die! It's not just! "No, no, no—"
Without warning, without even trying too, I teleported.
That had never happened to me before. I guessed the mews had figured things out, and they couldn't have picked a better time—but come on, how sad is it when I'm relieved to be caught by my worst enemies? You have to admit, that's pretty sad.
Well, enough thinking about how sad it was. I was in a really bad situation. And I was in… a really pink room? What the heck? Tokyo Mew Mew had painted their headquarters pink? I swore at that minute that I'd never complain about our meeting place's green walls again. That's if I ever saw those tacky walls again.
"Wow… Keiichiro was right for once," a young, blonde haired man commented, looking slightly shocked. He was about Kish's age, and seemed a little bit like him, although maybe a little more tactful. Then again, what do I know about humans?
"Shut up Ryou, I'm almost always right. Besides, you have to admit it made perfect sense. Why else would they need her blood?" a man with a long brown ponytail answered. Wow… could he have rivaled Deep Blue for girlyness or what?
"Um, may I go now?" I asked. Okay, so they saved my life, but I wasn't too thrilled to be here, despite the circumstances. I'd kind of set my heart on hiding somewhere else. Moscow, perhaps. I had always liked the idea of Moscow.
"Tar-tar Tar-tar!" Oh no. She was here.
Suddenly I couldn't breathe, because a sugar high wearing yellow and orange had grabbed me around the waist and was turning in circles with me. "It's Tar-tar Tar-tar Tar-tar TAR-TAR!"
"Get—off—me—" I wheezed, trying to push the dead weight away. I'm strong for my size and all, but so is she, and she's taller than me—don't you dare say a word about it or I'll feed you to an army of angry Chihuahuas. It's all genetic! It's not my fault I'm short, I tell you!
Pudding let go of my waist, grabbed my hand, and started skipping in circles, dragging me. "Hey! What is your problem?" I demanded, pulling away and flying out of reach. I hoped they wouldn't notice the tinge of blush spreading across my face—why is it when you're embarrassed your body reacts by doing something that'll just embarrass you more? That's messed up! I mean, who wouldn't be embarrassed when a cute girl like Pudding hugged them? And who'd want her to know? I curse the natural ways of the world. Curse you!
"Is Tart really on our side now?" the blue girl sipping tea—Mint, right? Yeah, I think it's Mint—asked the two older men.
Long-haired guy shook his head. "No, not of his own free will. But we can make him fight for us now, and we'll just have to take what we can get."
So Pai had been right. I was dangerous, because if I couldn't exercise my free will, I would just be a little puppet in this battle, destroying my people. It made my insides twist.
"See, look! Like this." The blonde kid grinned evilly and typed something into the computer. My limbs began to jerk, and then I was cartwheeling uncontrollably around the large room. I can't even do a cartwheel!
"Hey! Stop it!" I yelled, fruitlessly trying to stop my progress. This was a nightmare! I jerked to a halt a few seconds later, thank God.
"Hm. Interesting," the two males murmured in unison. The two looked at each other and cracked up.
"This is to our advantage," girly-foppy man declared. "Take the rest of the day off you five. We'll have this all figured out by tomorrow." I didn't really like that tone. Oh great.
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"Leave him," ordered Deep Blue, his voice calm, as though he had known what would happen. "He doesn't pose a significant threat on his own. You may find him later."
"Hai, Deep Blue Sama," Pai agreed. "I will begin to formulate an attack plan to destroy the mews. If they are dead, they can't control him. If we cannot kill them, I will kill him myself."
"Good," Deep Blue answered, his high monotone sounding as careless as usual. "I expect results this time." The blue light faded, leaving Kish and Pai alone in the hospital room.
"I'm glad Tart got away," Kish commented. "What?" he asked as Pai shot him a glare. "It's not his fault we messed up!"
"You messed up," Pai corrected him. "It's too late now. Unless we destroy all the mews and their leaders, we will have to kill him. It will be easier to simply eliminate Tart than take out all seven on the mew side."
"But he's our—"
"Kisshu!" Pai glared at his friend. "Silence. Deep Blue has the best interests of our race at heart. If that means sacrificing one person, then so be it. If Tart remains a danger, we may all end up dead."
"So what do we do?" Kish asked, shoulders slumping in defeat. He knew Pai made perfect, logical sense. Curse perfect logical sense.
"Well, I have a short term plan and a long term plan. Here's what we have to do…"