Alright, I've got enough OCs to write this chapter!

Disclaimer: If I owned Tokyo Mew Mew why would I have a FAN character?


Scarlett's POV

Stomach still growling, I left the building; the one good thing about the place's utter lack of concern for our well-being was that we could leave whenever we wanted, and stay out as last as we wanted. I strolled the streets for a bit, hoping to find a mouse or two, or maybe some recently chuckled trash. Yeah, I know, I know, that's gross Scarlett! Why do you eat out of the trash?! Because it's a while helluva lot better than the shit served at Kudaranai. As I was rooting through a dumpster I miraculously picked up a scent that wasn't trash, but brownies.

The brownies couldn't have been in the dumpster, they smelled too good, I inhaled and the scent called me, I needed to find those brownies. I followed the scent to an extremely pink and frilly café with a huge banner that said, 'Café Mew Mew Grand Re-Opening!' There was a big line filled with squealing girls and their boyfriends, who didn't look too happy to have to go to the frilly café. The doors opened, I heard a girl say, "Welcome to Café Mew Mew," and suddenly I was over-whelmed by the smell of the most delicious cakes, cookies, ice cream, pies, and brownies. I need something from there, I thought desperately, unfortunately I had no money, but if there's one thing a Kudaranai kid knows how to do it's beg, and pickpocketing, I prefer to beg though.

I slipped over to the outside menu and found the cheapest thing on the list, a three sugar cookies with your choice of flavored icing that only costs ¥ 176.47 ($2.25) that would be pretty easy. Thank god I'm good at looking pathetic and if that failed there's this old fountain in a park that's been there for over at least two hundred years. After about fifteen minutes of begging I luckily ended up with ¥ 269.01 ($3.43) that means I have enough for a glass of juice or water, which costs ¥ 58.82 ($0.75) and I'll still have some yen left.

Money in hand, I got into the line and waited for about five minutes. Standing in door was a woman who looked about eighteen with nicely tanned skin, with exceedingly unkempt strawberry blonde hair that stopped around the middle of her neck, and bangs that hung in front of her face. She was easily six-foot-five, causing her to tower over my measly five-foot. Her eyes were a pale blue, but you could hardly tell because her round glasses lenses were darkened to accommodate for the bright sunlight, she was wearing a gray shirt, black jeans, black combat boots that added an inch to her height, a long red scarf, which was odd because it was so hot out, and a long white lab coat. I looked around the café and saw she was the only waitress, That's odd, wouldn't there be more girls working here?

"Hello, I'm Freya and I'll be your waiter today," The orange-haired girl, Freya, said, a small smile playing at her lips, "Please follow me, and I'll take you to your table." I nodded and she led me to a table along the wall. On the inside of the café it was even more pink and frilly then on the outside, all the windows were shaped like hearts, and on one wall there was a picture with five girls and two boys standing in front of the café.

"Do you already know what you want, or should I get you a menu?" She asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Um, I'll have the frosted sugar cookies, with... orange frosting and a glass of, uh, water, please," I said quietly. Yep, shy me, can hardly order food let alone hold a conversation!

"Alright! That'll be ¥ 232.96 ($3.00) please," She said while writing down my order. She then left, to tell my order to the chef, I hope. When she came back I was making a condiment and napkin tower. The cookies plopped down on the table along with the water, it startled me much the table shook and my tower fell, my ears and tail also popped up, but I had my gray beanie on so the ears were hidden, while my tail was covered by my shirt. I grabbed the salt and pepper with inhuman reflexes, as the napkins fell I stiffened, because, well, 1) everyone was staring at me, 2) I just caught something no human should be able to catch, and 3) the waitress, Freya, was looking at me with an expression that showed shock, confusion, and relief? I slowly set the salt and pepper on the table and bent down to pick up the napkins, conscious of the many eyes on me. Once all the napkins had been picked up and thrown away everyone stopped staring at me, but they would still steal quick glances my way.

"I bet that weird girl is American," I heard a female voice whisper to someone, a friend I assumed. My head whipped in that direction only to find a girl with white hair that reached a little above the base of her neck, her bangs covered her forehead and reached just above her eyebrows. Her eyes were... pink? Well, that would explain the white hair... She was probably albino. The girl was wearing this frilly indigo and white dress that reached her knees with tight sleeves; she had black heels and white long socks, on her left hand was a beautiful diamond ring and around her neck was an amazing pearl necklace. You could tell she was rich with just a glance, I instantly held a great disdain for this girl, in America (yes, she was right, I'm American) my family was never very rich we had enough to get by. Same with my adoptive family and now, well, I have no family. And before you ask, yes, I am Batman.

I went back to my table and began eating my cookies. I kept shooting daggers at that girl; my heritage is a touchy thing for me because it brings up memories of my parents. Well, I might as well tell you now; my parents were both American, but my father had lived in Japan for most of his life, so he knew how to speak Japanese at a young age. He decided to teach it me as I was learning English, so I could speak fluent English and Japanese by the time I was three, well, as fluent as a three-year old can be. Then four years later I came home from school one day to find my house on fire and my parents dead.

I looked over at the white-haired girl again, this time she looked back at me, so I did the appropriate thing, I glared at her. Many emotions crossed her face, ranging from hurt to disdain; I noticed she was eating mint ice cream and was drinking tea.

"Is this all to your liking miss?" asked Freya who had appeared out of nowhere.

"Um, yes, it's all very good," I replied shakily. I felt a small stinging pain on my scalp and my hand shot out to rub the spot. I looked around and realized Freya was gone, oh well, I thought.


Freya's POV

"Holy shit," I whispered, "holy fucking shit."

I quickly looked beside me, hoping that Liu hadn't just heard that, she always gave me a lecture on how "It is impolite for a young lady to swear," I never listened anyway. Fortunately for me, the Chinese woman either hadn't heard me or was too shocked about the news.

"We found one Liu! We finally found one!" I shouted happily, bouncing in my chair like a child who had too much sugar.

"True," My friend muttered in sheer awe. On the screen of the computer we were in front of displayed a pie chart showing the results for our most recent DNA test, 50% Human, 50% Iberian Lynx.

I, however, was still not done with my excited spiel, "We've been looking for... what, six months now? We fired the ray in late February and now it's August, soooooooo... Yeah! Six. Months."

"Freya," Liu started while tightening ponytail that constantly held her long black hair, causing me to stop my rant.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up." She said, releasing her ponytail, causing it to softly fall against her back. I rolled my eyes and forcefully fell back with a 'hmph' of indignation.

I quickly hopped back to my feet and started to the door, thinking of how to get that red-haired to stay for a bit longer so we could talk to her.

Liu was, however, not a mind-reader. "Where are you going now?" She asked.

"I'm gonna make up an excuse to get that girl to stay," I replied, shoving my gloved hands into the pockets of my lab coat. "You wanna come? People seem to be less intimated by you."

"That girl's name is Scarlett Kline, and no thank you, I'm going to continue to run more tests on the other hairs you brought me." Liu stood up gracefully.

Now I'll admit it, Liu is hot, like, extremely. Anyone would be lucky to have her. Wait, do you think we're together? No no no no we are not for very good reasons too, A) she's my senior by ten years, I know, I know, there are many people who are together with much larger age gaps. But on to, B) Liu was my former babysitter, not anymore, obviously, but she was, so I'm sure I'm still just that little kid she knew, and that's fine. Also, C) even though Liu is bisexual, I'm not. I'm not into the whole "romance" thing. Aromantic, that's me.

Anyway, yeah, Liu is hot, with her white blouse that had a high neckline, some ruffles and lace, and buttons on the front, and her high-waisted black pencil skirt that showed off her long legs. Her black heels added about an inch and a half to her already impressive height of six-foot-three. It was funny really, both of us were already really tall, but we still choose to wear shoes that made us even taller. While I couldn't pull off make-up if I got a professional to do it for me, Liu pulled off her dark red lip-stick extremely well, especially with the mascara and eyeliner that surrounded her dark brown eyes.

"Hold on," I said, my hands, now no longer in my pockets, swiftly chopping downwards to get my point across, "we've just found our first Mew, and you're not going to see her?"

"I need to test the other samples you got me," Liu answered matter-of-factly.

"Liu, be reasonable with me here, what are the odds that we'll find two in one day?"

"Statically speaking, not very high," she held up a hand before I could interject, "but, there is still a small chance that we will find another, so I'm going to try."

"Alright fine, but don't come crying to me that you couldn't see the first Mew," I replied, holding up my hands in a gesture of surrender as I slowly backed out of the basement.

I quickly gathered another order of the cookies that the Mew had gotten, what was it that Liu had said her name was? I think it was something-lett. I set the cookies carefully down on the table this time. Okay, I'll admit, I always set the food down roughly to see if the girls'll jump and has animal features pop up.

The tiny girl looked up at me curiously, her hand still halfway to her mouth with a partially eaten cookie.

"Congratulations! You're the hundredth customer since our grand re-opening!" I explained excitedly, trying to hide how nervous I felt. As I walked away from the table I felt my mind buzz with thoughts. Would she help us? Would she hate us? Would she wasn't nothing to do with us? Questions like these swarmed in my mind like bugs around a light.

Suddenly my headset crackled to life, Liu and I both wear one so we can communicate when one of us is serving and the other is cooking.

The first thing I heard was my name being repeated multiple times by an excited voice, something was up, even when ecstatic, Liu never acted like that.

"Hey, Liu, deep breaths, k?" I heard the hyperventilating on the other slowly return to a less rapid pace. "Now tell me what happened."

"I told you, I told you it was a good idea for me to stay down here."

I could've sworn my heart stopped, "Are, are you saying, what I think you're saying?"

"It's that albino girl, Emilia Ruusu. Freya, she's our second Mew."


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Nene, did I write Liu well? Did I, did I, did I?

Second chapter, introducing more characters!

Okay, so I've got all the OCs I need.