Arctic: Welcome to the new chappy! I have had a lot of stuff going on recently. Broke up with my fiancee. We had been together for 3 years. I'm having to drop my History class because I am failing it. (God college history...) And I am having to move back in with my mom! This is really turning out to be a sucky year...
Kish: Aww...Arc...It'll be okay. *hugs Arctic*
Yuki: Yep. And just think, you will be having some Lettuce x Pai action soon. Cheer up emo kid.
Arctic: Thanks Yuki.
Ichigo: Hey when am I gonna appear other than to say two words?
Arctic: Never, because I do not like you.
Ichigo: T.T
Arctic: Go suck a wad! You broke Kish's heart!
Ichigo: Jeez, you may be having a bad month, but you don't have to take it out on me.
Arctic: Shut up you Masaya-loving whore.
Ichigo: *runs off sobbing*
Arctic: Well, that made me feel better! *maniacal grin*
Kish: *backs away slowly*
Yuki: Well, I guess it's onto the chappy then...
Arctic: BWAHAHAHAHAHA! I WILL EAT YOUR SOUL!
Kisshu floated around the room nonchalantly. His heart seemed to jump with pleasure every time he thought Yuki's name. He did a couple of aerial back flips and a few twists. She was making him chocolate. Whatever that was. He really didn't care. All he knew is she was making something. For him. No one had ever been that nice to him before. But he needed something to give to her. He would have to ask someone what she would want. But who would know?
"Pai," He said to himself, "I'll ask Pai."
He teleport-tackle-hugged his purple-haired companion.
"Pai-san," Kisshu said, "What do human girls like to get as gifts?"
Pai pushed Kisshu off of him angrily.
"How would I know?" He snapped.
"Well I figured since you studied humans and their customs...you could tell me."
Pai sighed softly. He pulled up some data on his computer. He looked over it carefully.
"Well, it says this coming week is St. Valentine's Day. In Japan girls give the boys chocolate, a rich sweet food. In March is when the boys return the girl's gifts. On the 14th of March, St. White's Day, it is customary to give the girl a white ribbon. A gift of your choice may also accompany that ribbon."
"A white ribbon?" Kisshu questioned, "And a gift of choice?"
Kisshu crossed his arms, deep in thought. He pouted a bit and then his face lit up.
"What about flowers? Would she like flowers, you think?" Kisshu asked.
"I don't know," Pai responded, "It says that most human girls like that sort of thing..."
"Flowers it is!" Kisshu shouted, "Now to figure out what kind..."
Kisshu left, pondering this question.
I awoke early the next morning to the sound of the news blaring something about something. I listened closely, something caught my interest.
"And here we see this "new mew" plummeting from the second story of this apartment building," the woman on the television stated, "Her name is unknown, but she seems to be in league with the "flying persons" we saw in Tokyo three years ago. They could be planning another attack, so everyone keep alert. And if you see this "new mew" be especially careful. She could be very dangerous."
I sighed and forced myself out of bed. I was happy, because today was Saturday. I was planning on working at the café and earning a little extra money. I dressed myself in the cute uniform and tucked my cellphone in my small purse. I walked out of my bedroom, and my dad looked at me curiously.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"To work," I responded, "I missed yesterday because of my ankle. I can't miss work again."
"You aren't going anywhere after yesterday," He said, "Besides that new mew girl could attack you again."
"Dad, she didn't attack me she saved me. Remember? We discussed this. Besides, I can take care of myself. You know that."
"No," My dad said, "You aren't going anywhere without an escort. Can't that Kisshu boy come and pick you up?"
"I'll go call him..." I said, "But he will probably just agree with you."
I walked into my room, closing the door behind me.
"Kisshu-san," I whispered.
He appeared almost immediately.
"Hai," Kisshu said, "You needed me?"
"Can you disguise yourself again and wait about fifteen minutes and show up at my apartment door?" I asked.
"Sure, but why?"
"Dad says I need an escort," I rolled my eyes.
Kisshu nodded and disappeared. I walked back out of my room and sat on the couch next to my dad.
"He's in the area," I said, "he'll be around in about fifteen minutes."
"Good," my dad said, a smile spreading across his face, "I get to meet my daughter's love interest!"
"Daaaaaaaad," I whined, "Don't do anything stupid."
"Of course not," he responded, "I trust your character judgment."
We sat out the remaining moments in silence. I waited patiently for a knock on the door. I tapped my foot nervously. Then that wonderful sound of a small knock on the door caused me to jump out of my seat.
"I got it!" I said.
I strode over to the door, opening it quickly. I was amazed at what I saw. A pale, blonde haired boy with a ponytail was staring down at me.
"Dad, this is Kisshu-san," I said, closing the door.
"Konichiwa," Kisshu said with a small bow.
"Konichiwa, Kisshu-kun," My father responded.
Kisshu turned toward me.
"Are you all right, Okami-san?" Kisshu asked, "I saw your building on the news this morning. You were home yesterday when that happened, right?"
"She is fine," my father answered for me, "However, I believe she needs an escort to walk around Tokyo right now."
"I completely agree," Kisshu said, "Whoever attacked her may come back. She needs to be protected."
I sighed as Kisshu and my father spoke to each other. I went into the kitchen area and got a glass of orange juice, as soon as I finished drinking it, Kisshu stood up.
"Shall we go?" He asked with a smile.
I nodded and looked at my father. There was a look of approval in his eyes. Whatever Kisshu had said, it impressed my dad. I heaved a sigh of relief. Kisshu and I bid our goodbyes and left the house.
"Thanks, Kisshu-chan," I said quietly, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to go to work today."
Kisshu nodded and took my hand into his. I blushed furiously, my heart speeding up. He looked over at me, the same red color gracing his face.
"Is this alright?" He asked.
"I guess," I replied, "It doesn't bother me if that is what you are asking."
Kisshu smiled kindly and squeezed my hand a little tighter. We walked slowly to the café. Once we got there, I didn't want to stay, but I knew I had to. I looked up at him and gave a smile.
"Bai bai, Wolfie-chan," He said.
He kissed me on the forehead and left. I sighed and walked in the front door. The café was already packed. I looked around and saw only four mews working. Pudding was running around energetically, Zakuro was being her normal frumpy self, Ichigo was working hard as always, and Mint was having tea.
"Lettuce is off today?" I asked.
Ichigo nodded and continued working. I began taking orders and delivering food myself, thinking only of Kisshu.
Pai hovered above the apartment building, his arms crossed and a frown on his face. He sighed softly, his thoughts drifting to the girl who lurked inside.
"Lettuce..." He said, his heart racing.
He landed softly on the ground, a new form taking over. He ran his hand through his newly acquired black hair. His bronze skin glistening in the sunlight, green eyes glinting beneath his bangs.
'What would I say to her?' he questioned in his mind, 'I don't think I can do this.'
He shook his head, getting a hold on himself.
"This is stupid," He said, vanishing into the blue sky.
Little did he know, his green-haired beauty had been watching him. Hoping and praying this would be the day he came to see her inside her tiny room. She sighed and tossed herself onto her bed.
Arctic: *still laughing maniacally*
Yuki: Oh hey is there gonna be Pudding x Taruto too?
Arctic: *snaps out of her laughing fit* Oh yeah...I need to write some of that.
Kish: Keep it clean, they're kids after all...
Arctic: Of course, my darling Kish.
Yuki: Hey back off! Kisshu-kun is mine!
Arctic: Of course, of course.
Kish: Come back for the next installment of...Tokyo Mew Mew The Untold Story: Love of An Alien!
Yuki: Jeez that's a long title...
Arctic: But seriously, come back please...
