MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It's the ultimate evil of fanfictions: A BONUS CHAPTER THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY *makes really bad ghost noises*


Minto fidgeted with the soggy tea bag in her cup. She had something important on her mind and today she was going to address it. Today was the day the former MewMews had agreed upon for their anniversary. It was in the summer so Ichigo and Aoyama were back from their studies in England. Zakuro was also back from a modeling tour around Japan and had a few weeks before she set off to model the same line in America. It was the dark-haired woman that Minto had an issue with. She needed to ask Zakuro something before they both went their separate ways.

Before long it was time to leave for the café and Minto gave her cheoufer the familiar address. He smiled to himself, wondering if his mistress was going to begin 'working' there again. Her mood had soured over the year, no doubt due to the lack of companionship. He didn't ask, however, because he needed the job.

When she arrived the ballerina noticed that, as always, she was the only one to arrive on time. Lettuce came rushing to the doors a few minutes afterward, glasses askew, with a piece of string clinging to her hair. Between apologies she explained that she had recently gotten a job designing plush toys and had pulled an all-nighter working on a rush order.

The two girls walked inside as they caught up. Pudding came shortly, carrying her little sister on her shoulders. Apparently her father had come home and was training her brothers so the monkey-like girl was watching the youngest of the family. Late as always was Ichigo, who was practically drooling over her steady boyfriend Aoyama, while he was trying to help her with trigonometry.

Minto began to get anxious as minutes ticked by without the appearance of the lonely wolf. Just as the rest of them were beginning to suggest that they begin without her, ebony legs stepped through the doorway. Cold dark eyes glinted as Zakuro slammed the doors of the café right in the face of her agent, who apparently kept her after a meeting and had therefore made the oldest member late for the get-together.

Upon seeing her idol Minto calmed down and returned to her uppity self, drinking copious amounts of the finest tea and ordering around the two poor girls working that day as though she had hired them for her staff. The girls spent their time munching on Akasaka's delicious cakes and catching up with each other. Eventually Shirogane came downstairs and with him he brought a surprise. From behind his back flew an all-too familiar pink powder puff that flew around the room and eventually stuck to entertaining the toddler that had accompanied Pudding.

After talking a little with the other girls Zakuro sat down across from Minto. Both pairs of dark eyes made contact before the wolf spoke.

"You seem like you have something on your mind."

Minto shrugged mentally. Now was as good a time as any. "Actually, I wanted to ask a favor of you, Zakuro one-sama. I've joined a ballet troupe and in a few months we are going to tour America. I've checked the schedules and I was wondering if you would attend the house when we're both in San Fran Cisco. We have a showing in the evening, so you should be done modeling by then."

The blue dird's anxiety was hidden behind a mask of calm and formality, a mask one soon became accustomed to in the world of the upper class. Still, there was no mistake that the look in her eyes was that of desperation. It would be an honor for the world-famous Zakuro Fujiwara would attend her recital, not to mention the fact that it would attract a lot of welcome publicity.

"I'll come too! Me and Aoyama are planning to be in America anyways."

"No one asked you, Ichigo!" Minto was extremely annoyed. She didn't need Ichigo and Aoyama there, they'd hardly attract a crowd, unless Ichigo turned into a cat.