Disclaimer: I hereby certify that TMM, MMP, and TALM, have no current connections with me. And I will never have any source of relations towards the two animes and one manga.
7. Possible Impossibilities
A few weeks past, and the Crescentors hadn't made an appearance to destroy or destruct since my last decision.
Besides an obvious dilemma, a vague curiosity overwhelmed my sorrow as I stored my current view, that was indeed sunrise. It could've been sunset, turning into twilight, and then carrying toward midnight to start a new day. But even now, as my youth momentarily teared apart with danger, my ex-companions, my ex-allies, still tried their best to protect me. With an attempt so friendly, so hospitable, everyday, every night, no matter how hard they tried to soothe away the thoughts that still haunted my mind, they glued. Like a fly caught in a spiders web, I wished right there, right then, could've been the last night of my life.
"Cream," it was Ichigo.
"Hey, Ichigo." A barren attempt still managed to pull a smile, but only true friends would know the honest truth behind it. Eyes are the windows to one soul, after all.
"I brought you some coffee and two plates of grilled dried mackerel."
"Two plates?"
"It's my favorite dish!" Ichigo noted, sprinkling a small ounce of whining on top.
"Since when does every one go all macho hero-complex on just one half human?"
"You know why." We both flinched. "Anywho, now you're up, Shirogane wants to speak to you at the café."
We had hired a motel for my stay, so the Crescentors wouldn't find me through thoughts. I had to keep my mind clear. Some of the Mew's were protecting my mom and dad, though a note recalled that dad went away on business with the school's district. I wondered when we'd get around to applying me for school.
A lame excuse was that I'd fallen sick with an illness so contagious, it'd probably give a normal human frostbites. They even faked doctors out of the aliens, who made out they were going to a halloween party as elves. Strange how they can insult themselves without humor or emotions.
She ate until her second tummy was full, and darted towards the café.
Once we reached our destination, something seemed to pry in my brain cells. A tugging feeling in the pit of my stomach, ached as I neared. It vanished when I was fully inside.
"Cream!" Everyone shouted, hugging me one at a time.
I returned the hugs emotionlessly, and put on my mundane phoney composure of pleasure and delight.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked with a sigh. One of the rules was that I only eat breakfast in the café. There was no contract or fine print, so I could easily walk away, with any degree of returning.
"Omelets." Akasaka answered, making a sudden appearance from the kitchen with a tray full of dishes. He simply removed the bowl that rested on top, retrieving a whole new kind from what he stated. "Well, for the starters, any way."
Another sigh. But, this one seemed to ache my spine. I stared at the breakfast for three whole seconds, dared a peek at the others, and sat at my usual place.
Akasaka set my breakfast down in front of me, with a mug of sencha.
My fork and knife seemed eager to get to their daily work routine, but my stomach seemed to be protesting. It felt hollow, empty, with a void that opaquely enrolled a routine of its own.
"May I remind you lot, that Ichigo has already fed me this morning." I lied. I only had half of the mackerel until giving leftovers to Ichigo, who watched with a wary expression as I cut, dip, rolled, and cavorted. The fish was flat, in the end.
"Tamagoyaki is your favorite." Tamagoyaki was a traditional Japanese breakfast. Rolled Omelets.
"That may be, but Natto's, Nori's and Miso soup seems a little too much." I picked up a lid off of another dish. "Broiled fish?" I guessed.
"Compliments of the chef." Akasaka entertained the alive part of my mind by taking off his hat, bowing it, and doing a swirling move so his hat was back on his brown hair. The rest of my mind was dead, broken.
I didn't laugh, and that seemed rude so I cracked a smile, letting a sigh escape that sounded like laughter.
The salted salmon seemed to have a little too much salt sprinkled in. I had asked Akasaka, and he explained Pudding wanted to help.
"Pudding wanted to make Cream-oneechan feel better na no da. Seeing as Cream is in hiding na no da." Her babylike voice chimed the room.
"Pudding, it's okay, honest." I chewed every cut piece with care. "Salt is good. If I eat it with the seaweed, it'd be like swimming under sea."
Her smile reached her eyes.
I drank the sencha more deeply, until the cup was empty. I hadn't realised how thirsty I was. I seemed to be keeping an eye out for both Katsuro and Shirogane.
Akasaka returned with another drink for me, replacing the other one. I thought it was more sencha, but as I tasted it, it appeared to be ayataka.
"I think I'm going to have to critique your abilities to cook, Akasaka." I warned, shoving the drink in front of my lips again, tasting. "The ice side of it tickles my throat, in a good way. Tickling my tonsils."
"Shouldn't we be working on your recent attributions? Instead of judging food timelines." Shirogane interupted in a rude monotone, hands behind his head. Katsuro followed behind, and a smile lit my lips.
"Katsuro!" I jumped to my feet in a reflex, tripping over my boots. I thought I'd catched my balance with a chance of luck, but a second look noted I was in his arms. "You stayed!" I buried my head in his chest and let a few quiet tears escape.
"Yeah. I told you I would." His voice sounded sad as I felt his hands on my shoulders, prying me away from the contact. I felt abandoned, instantly.
"What's wrong?" I asked, grabbing a handful of my hair and twirling it back into place so I could see him properly. Luckily, no tears seemed to stain my florid cheeks.
"Nothing." He lied wistfully.
"Liar!"
"Am not!"
"Are, too!"
"Never has been!"
"Always will be!" We argued until we were dancing in a circling motion, having a staring competition.
"Your pants are on fire." I faked a shocked expression, stepping back and reaching for the fire extinguisher. He looked at his jeans, raised an eyebrow and looked back at me.
"Ha! You looked! That proves you are one!" I stuck my tongue out, childishly. He crossed his arms in the same youth.
"Now, now, kids." Everyone seemed to be watching our little rant, with an amused expression enlightening their faces.
"Just tell her, Katsuro, or you could be six feet under the grime by midnight." Berry was the one who demanded this. I was beginning to like her better then I had before. I envied her for her courage, since she was the first with two instincts. But I have four! Four bloody animals and blood that doesn't belong. Oh yeah, that's been cleared. I still didn't understand that part. Right now, I was focusing on Katsuro, waiting for an answer.
"Well?" Berry seemed annoyed. A second guess claimed that, everyone knew what Katsuro was hiding. My sentimental latter seemed more relevant.
"Cream..." I looked up at him. "I have a confession."
My arms dropped, and I was worried what he was about to say for some reason.
"W-what is it?" I spluttered, panic poisoning my reactions.
"Well... you're a Mew, correct?"
I nodded.
"And, you promised if the blood was removed, you'd stay a Mew, correct?"
I nodded once more, having that tugging feeling in my stomach again. It reached my spine this time.
"Well, how about if we have the blood put back in?"
"WHAT!" I demanded. "Oh yeah, let's kill her with more torture from the pathetic Crescentors. Seriously?" The chair died as I knocked it on the floor. My strength seemed to break one leg.
"Cream..." Lettuce tried to reason with me. I shook her hand off my shoulder, where it had been placed.
"You do not know the full story!" Katsuro reminded.
"I know that this won't end in a happily ever after. Dude! Occasionally, I would've totally transformed and probably ended up dislocating your arms from their sockets, but luckily, I have just harmed a piece of furniture!"
"Calm down, Cream!" It was Ryou.
"And you, Mister I'm-the-boss-of-everyone..." Ichigo smiled wickedly as I said this. "How can you be backing him up? You were the one who said that I should have the blood removed, stay my thoughts clear of my surrounding incase they find me! And for what? You're just going to put it back in?"
My breakfast was the second thing that died, china smashing the floor. How ironic. China on a Japanese café's floor. Maybe I'll write a dial-up map of my own. The locations on where to visit when you want danger, places to visit if you want to dig your own graves, and places where you end up in a death bed! All in which involve death.
"Listen! Katsuro thought of a theory. You said so yourself, a couple of weeks back, that it had nothing to do with blood. It was something about you that dragged their connections to you. Your teleportation. Your fighting skills. Your impossible quad instincts.
"And then, Katsuro thought of something impossible, but not so in your case." Ryou's words came out in a rush, I couldn't find my own voice. To a chosen degree, I waited with impatience.
"With a three weeks disappearance, do you still think they'd be trying to connect with you?" It was Minto. "Do you think that maybe, they have given up?"
"No," my answer was my opinion. "I do not think that. It's impossible. I've kept my mind clear, like everyone has been telling me to. Why?"
"Because, the possible impossibility would be, if you kissed someone human, and exchanged bloods."
My eyes widened, and then I saw fourteen fingers bouncing forward.
The world went dark.
