Dangerous
A day had passed from when Zeisha had abandoned her Mew choker in the Park, and the Mews had not seen her since. Zakuro, when walking to her car from a model shoot, looked down the street at a club that was down the street. She sighed and slowly climbed into the Limo, which drove off quickly.
The base from the club could be felt on the pavement a block over. The Pit was an exclusive club for the higher status people of Tokyo. Zeisha's band, Fatal Memory, met there quite regularly for important meetings about the future of their band. Tonight was just like every other meeting night: the band group of five and their manager were sitting in the back of the room, a dim light barely illuminating the sheets of paper in front of them. Zeisha sat in the corner of the booth, arms resting over the top of the seats. Flanking her were the bassist and the guitarist, both were boys with greasy hair, the bassist's being blonde, the guitarist's black. Both were skinny, yet well toned. On either side of them were the ultra-skinny keyboardist, and then the large, muscular drummer. The drummer had a shaved head, while the keyboardists' brown hair was gelled back almost neatly, but still had that messy quality to it. In front of all the band was their well-dressed manager, with a suit and tie and thin, wire framed glassed.
"So, you all are positive about going over to America?" He asked, picking up the papers and taking another swig of his glass of water. "It will take a good chunk of profit from the current tour, but it seems we will get that amount back, and then some. I agree with your decisions." Zeisha grinned, then spotted a waitress and snapped her fingers, pointing down to her empty cocktail in front of her. The waitress nodded and skirted away, quickly returning with another refill. Zeisha smiled and nodded a thank you, taking a long sip herself, and then turning back to her manager.
"I thought Shayne was crazy for agreeing to this earlier and calling this meeting, but…" She turned to the drummer, who grinned cockily. "This tour is a good idea. We all agree." She signed the agreement in her swirly signature, and then handed the sheet back to the Manager. He nodded, stood up, bowed slightly for farewell, and then left as quickly as the meeting had started. Zeisha leaned forward, taking another long sip of her cocktail.
"Slow down there, Seabiscut. Don't need more drinks then you can hold." Shayne laughed at her, taking a sip of his own drink. Zeisha rolled her eyes at him, a small smile creeping over her lips.
"I'm not a driver, I'm not performing tonight, and I need something to calm me down. Rough day, crazy stalkers. Worse then usual. These girls, they acted like… Animals." Zeisha giggled over the last word, and the guitarist laughed as well. She looked over her shoulder to him, and raised an eyebrow. "Dylan, you find something funny?"
"You. I think Isaac finds you pretty hilarious too." Zeisha turned over her other shoulder to the bassist, who stifled a laugh. She rolled her eyes yet again, and finished of her drink. "For a small girl, you can hold a lot of alcohol. I'd be careful and not get too cocky about how much you can drink."
"Oh you guys, she's having fun, let her drink as much as she wants. Plus, if she gets sick, she'll get it out of her system by tomorrow night when we have to perform again." The keyboardist shifted out of his seat so Zeisha was able to crawl out and then stretch out her legs and arms.
"Thank you Derek. But, guys, I'm sorry, but I have to split right now. Thanks for scheduling this Shayne. You all take it easy. I'll see you all tomorrow." Zeisha waved at them, and they all said goodbye. She smiled at them, pushing her aviators a little further onto the top of her head. She began to weave out of the club, the smile slowly fading into a grimace. These boys kept trying to get closer to her, getting right against her smooth skin. She shoved one off her shoulder, glaring at him angrily. He laughed, reaching to her to dance with her again. He reeked of alcohol, causing Zeisha to wrinkle her nose up in disgust. He got her wrist, and in response, Zeisha kicked him square in the chest. Normally, he would have just fallen over, but Zeisha found she got much more power over the past few nights. He flew into the table behind him, tipping it over when he landed. The couple sitting there yelped in surprise and shot up, pulling their drinks up with them. They looked at Zeisha, who had moved over after the man with blinding speed. She growled at the man as he tried to pull himself up. Security ran over, but as quickly as they came, Shayne and Derek got in front of them and looked them into the eyes. They faltered, not wanted to eject their most famous patrons.
"What the hell, you shtupid chick…" The man's words slurred together, but Zeisha reached down and grabbed his shirt collar and lifted him back up. Her fingernails had sharpened into someone more like claws, and when they made contact with his skin, a thin red line of blood appeared. His appearance went from cocky to terrified as all the color drained from his skin.
"Pathetic, disgusting human. Don't. Touch. Me." Zeisha snarled through clenched teeth, and then threw him back down onto the floor with a crash. Other patrons stopped eating and partying around, and only the thundering music was left to hear. No one moved or talked, watching the young singer take down someone at least twice her size. They watched as the security guards backed off, with an extra amount of money stuffed in their pockets. The other band members flanked Zeisha's sides as she walked out of the club, keeping her head held high and refusing to make contact with the other people. His four other band mates did the rest of the intimidating: they glared at anyone who dared to give their young singer an odd look. Once they got outside and away from the club, Zeisha sighed and rubbed her forehead of all the sweat that collected there.
"Zeisha, are you alright?" Isaac asked; his stern look was replaced by a gaze on concern onto Zeisha. She looked over her shoulder to him, and smiled weakly, nodding. She rubbed her temples and sighed deeply, her shoulder rising and falling.
"I'm finally going to head home guys." Meeting their eyes, she smiled and pulled her glasses down, although it was very dark outside. "I'll be fine, I can beat people down. You saw it yourself. Night." She turned towards her house, waving over her shoulder at her band mates, who waited to make sure she wasn't going to pass out on the sidewalk.
After she walked for a while, Zeisha looked over her shoulder to make sure her band members were following her. When she saw they weren't, she sat down onto the curb and stretched out her back. She shook her raven hair down out of her face and looked up to the sky. The stars could barely be seen over the lights of the city, and oddly, is disappointed her. She had never noticed how much she longed to see the natural nightlights, and to not see them made her angry at the lights around her. She shook her head, and was about to go off to the park, but then looked at her watch. She noticed the time was far past midnight, and she stood up quickly. She was supposed to meet the pointy-eared floating man at her Balcony tonight! She quickly ran off, quickly using her new-found speed to her advantage.
Kish floated outside the Café, looking down into one of the windows. He noted a staircase that lead down to the basement… That's where he needed to get. He didn't care who saw him creeping through the window: He was there to steal. Not to cause damage. He quickly teleported inside and floated down the stairs. He hid behind a cabinet when he heard someone cough. He looked around the corner and saw Ryou and Keiichiro working at their computer, their backs turned to him. He scanned across the lab they worked in, and spotted exactly what he was looking for. A line of vials lined one of the workbenches, each labeled with the image of an animal. Only one was with a red cap, and had a sign in front of it clearly stating, "Dangerous. Only to be used in lab, not on Mews." Kish grinned. The label on the vial was that of a bird. He floated over, looking back at the two boys working at the computer. He grabbed the vial silently, and then quickly teleported out as fast as he came. He then was high above Zeisha's house, looking down on her balcony. He loaded the vial into a needle and syringe, smiling to himself. He knew this plan would work. He just knew it.
Back at the lab, Keiichiro yawned and looked over his shoulder. He didn't stay there for long, and looked back to the computer, but quickly shot up from his chair and went over to a whole workbench of vials. He counted them, and then he turned pale. Ryou walked over, asking him what was wrong. Keiichiro pushed his glasses back up on his nose. "We're missing an animal DNA vial. The dangerous one. The Galapagos hawk." Ryou looked at him for two seconds, and then quickly pushed him out of the way to look at the vials. Sure enough: the Galapagos hawk DNA was missing. Ryou looked at Keiichiro.
"That's the one animal we had that will openly attack humans without provocation." Ryou didn't say it as a question, but as a statement. The two looked at each other, then sighed. "Who could have taken it? No one come through the door-" Then Ryou got an idea, and quickly called Ichigo. "No questions. Get over here. Now. Call the rest of the girls." He hung up, and the two men looked back at the empty holder, and its ominous warning.
Zeisha walked through her back door, dropping her jacket on the back of a chair. The dining room was massive, with a high chandelier and a long, oak table. A maid at her side bowed to young Zeisha and told her that her parents were out and would not be back for a while. Zeisha nodded, walking away from the sweet old maid. She moved silently into the main foyer, where a large spiral staircase went up three floors. Her boots clicked against the grand marble staircase, all the way up all three floors. Zeisha told her parents she wanted her room to be relocated, and they built another level onto the house. The entire third floor was for her, with a room, art and recording studio.
She opened the large white door to her room, silently closing it behind her. The single room took up almost the entire floor. The walls were painted a sherbet colored orange, and her large bed had a hand-sewn quilt of many different colors. She had lights all over her ceiling, and along the top of her walls she had strung neon Christmas lights. In one corner of her room was a large window seat next to her balcony, and in the other was a make-up area with a full body window. She had a massive walk-in closet with all of her clothes, but none of this concerned her now. She opened up the double doors to her balcony, and stepped out into the crisp night. The wind blew through her hair, and Zeisha held her arms close to her body. Then the arms on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end, and she turned on her heels to see Kish floating right above her balcony on the roof. She looked to the injection he had in his hand and stepped back.
"What is that." She demanded, not taking her eyes off him for a second. They flashed a bright green, almost letting her Mew side out from the fear she was experiencing. Kish floated down to her, smiling the entire time. She backed away, feeling the railing against her back. "Don't come any closer!" She yelled, and Kish stopped, wincing at her yell. She grinned, knowing that she at least had something she could use against him for now. "Now, tell me. What is that." She demanded again, watching as Kish's bright yellow eyes fell on the needle.
"This is your new power. I told you: I would make you the most powerful animal girl out there. They won't ask you back if you are too strong for them." He grinned, disappearing and then reappeared behind Zeisha, throwing his hand over her mouth before she could yell out. He placed his chin on her shoulder, breathing into her ear before he whispered to her. "They won't be able to defeat you, Zeisha. You're singing will improve to a beautiful bird's cry… And you'll become not only the most famous supernatural, but the most famous girl singer this side of the galaxy." He smiled as he felt Zeisha's defenses go down. He lifted his hand from her mouth and turned in front of her. "All I need is for you to allow me to inject you with a new animal… And you will have everything I have promised you."
"The catch." Zeisha transformed into Mew Zeisha, and Kish noticed the missing charm around her neck. The marking over her left hand glowed a soft pink in the night. "Tell me what I must do for you, and you have my word." Kish grinned, and he brushed Zeisha's long hair behind her shoulder. His skin was cold when he touched her bare shoulder, but she did not falter.
"Serve my cause to help this world." Kish grinned, moving to Mew Zeisha's side and lifting up her arm. Mew Zeisha watched the needle get closer to her tan skin, and met his eyes with a steady gaze. The two froze, Kish almost curled around her body in what looked like a caring way. He saw her as a sister now… And just waited for the inevitable: for her to accept his offer. Mew Zeisha nodded to him, not breaking her stare as he injected the vial into her muscles and into her blood stream.
Mew Zeisha suddenly jerked backwards, her vertebrae cracking multiple times with this one motion. Her eyes rolled back into her head, as Kish floated behind her to make sure she didn't fall off the balcony. Mew Zeisha awoke, somewhere within her own consciousness. She saw a beautiful light shaped like a hawk flying around the sky above her, and then dive to her at amazing speed. It slammed into her back, and she screamed out in agony. This wasn't like the painted wolf… It was a much more violent entity. But with their joining, she felt the power. She felt the rage. She felt alive.
Mew Zeisha's eyes snapped open. She was lying on the balcony, her cheek pressed against the stone of the floor. She noticed Kish was kneeling in front of her, extending his hand to her. She pushed herself up, and took his hand to get a steady footing. He led her over to her full size mirror, a large grin coating his features. He covered her eyes before she got there, and then whispered in her ear. "Look at the new you. Much more improvement." Kish moved his hand, and Mew Zeisha looked at her reflection. Her grin widened, and she began to laugh. Kish joined in on the laugh, and held onto her shoulders. He knew it. They were going to create so much together. So much destruction.