A/N: My my my! We have reached our mark huh hon? Well, Chiharu-Chan always said we would! Love, I think this is going to be a very good filler chapter! It has me in it of course of all things love! Why wouldn't this be good love? You don't really have to answer! Just watch me shine love!

Chiharu: -Gains full control- Uh, sorry about that. That was just Misty trying to steal my thunder again! I'm the author! Yes, well, Misty is right in some aspect. We did reach our goal! Actually, we past our goal! Thank you all! Now, I'll set a new goal. By the end of this whole story, I want to reach 60 reviews! There are fivechapters left! The ending, the epilogue, a good ending, a bad ending, and a special ending or thank you is the five chapters left. When the sequel comes out, I want to add the sequel's reviews with the prequel's reviews. Then, I'll consider writing a threequel! Man, I'm too ahead in this game. After I'm finished with Tokyo Mew Mew, I might finish all my other stories that just beg to be completed.

With that said, lets start this chapter! I don't own Kinomi (Wind Crystal) Bleuberri (Mew Bleuberri) or Spice (XS and INUYASHA Fan).


The sun's bright rays never felt so warm on Masami's skin. Masami clutched her bag as she walked to Tasumi's house. Last night was hell. After the Mews entered the Café to confirm the retrieval of the Mew Aqua, Masami had to tell everyone about Rhiannon and The Winged Trigger Command. Masami also had to inform them about The Lost Endeavor Plan that Jace was working on. My, Masami had never seen Ryou so angry. What was his deal? And why had Pudding insisted upon dancing and screaming while Masami was explaining herself? And more importantly, why had Rhiannon visit Masami yet? Masami sighed deeply as she looked into the cloud scattered sky. Masami briefly looked at the other people walking around her. It quite funny actually, that everyone lives different lives. Everyone has their fare share of secrets. But, is anyone's secret worse than Masami's? As Masami neared her best friend's house, she hesitantly knocked on the door. A loud screeching sound was coming from Tasumi's house. Masami's sapphire eyes widened with trepidation. What if Jace got to Tasumi? Masami kicked Tasumi's door open quickly. Masami let out a huge, "Kyaa," when she kicked her door open. Eight pairs of eyes stared at Masami like she was crazy. Masami slightly blushed when she realized that Tasumi, Yuki, Nanako, and her coach were the ones staring at her.

"So…what's with the get go Masami? Why ya kick Tasumi's door open? Man, I should have done that!" Nanakomoaned. Griped in Nanako's hands was an electric guitar. Nanako's pick was rested in between her olive colored bangs.

Masami sweat dropped. "Uh Tasumi, what was that loud noise? That is the only reason I kicked your door open! Really, that is the reason why!"

"That was Nanako tuning her guitar Baka! You are so lucky you didn't break my door in. My parents would have killed me!"

Masami's coach walked towards Masami. She examined Masami for a moment. "I was going to call your house to tell you to come over, but you are already here. So, why did you come?

'Good question…why did I come here'?Masami thought.

The coach read Masami's blank face clearly. "So you don't know why do you?"

Masami did not want to let her coach know that she was right. Masamikept her blank face for a moment, but then quickly gave up.

"Ah hah, I was right! Anyway Kartami, the deal is that we are going to throw a concert at the center of the park to raise money to get a new pool."

Masami's heart raced. Masami couldn't get anything pass coach. What if she started to ask her… questions?

"…I don't know how the pool got filled with a bunch of bricks. And you know what was stranger? Your disappearance! Lucky you though, Tasumi told me that you had to go check on Renzo. You have my deepest condolences Kartami."

Masami glanced at Tasumi. 'So, she covered for me? Did she see Kisshu? Did she see us?'

"…So, the rest of the team should be here any moment. That Meaning Misty is coming."

"Oh great. Of all the people…" Masami sighed. Masami slung her bag across one of Tasumi's couches and sat down.

Tasumi put a pair of bifocals on and raised a piece of paper to her face. "Masami, You and Yuki are going to dance. Nanako is going to handle all of the musical stuff. And I am the lyricist!"

Masami's jaw dropped. "Y-you can't be serious! I-I can't dance! You should just let Yuki handle all that stuff!"

Tasumi narrowed her eyes at Masami. "You either dance, or you get stuck with Misty."

"Ok…" Masami sighed. Working with Misty was like working with a spoiled monkey. Really, Misty was the exact definition of what you would call a high and mighty hyena. Always laughing at random times, and always worried about her nails. If you asked her to move even the slightest thing, she' go on and on about how she just got her nails done. And quite frankly, she'd get them done every single day. God…And her annoying voice! She uses love at the end of every sentence!

"What is Misty even doing anyway?" Masami complained.

"She's probably just going to get in the way, but Misty has to recite this battle cry I have just written for the bunnies." Tasumi answered. "I call it, Battle Cry of a Teenage Girl…"

"Ok, Enough with the talking!" Nanako interrupted. "I want to hear this thing!"

Tasumi cleared her breath. She began to read her poem with utter enthusiasm.


You might have hurt me in the past, but you won't ever have that chance again.

I am more than you. I am stronger than you. You can't hurt me. You can't stop me. You can't make me less than you.

I am victorious. I'm still standing.

Is that the best you can do? Try something else.

I'll still be here when you're old and gray.

Nothing you do can make me less than I am.

I am mighty. I am strong. I'm here until forever.

You think you're tough. I'm beyond tough. I left tough back in the dust next to your weakened heart.

You think you're big. I'm bigger than the universe.

You can't hurt me. Your strikes only make me stronger. Every foul word, every foul play you make against me only serves to make me better. I get stronger; you get weaker.

I am more than you will ever be.

Nothing you say can hurt me.

Nothing you say can make me less than what I am.

You stand before me. I tower over you.

You think you're quick. I've already moved.

When I step forwards, you're pushed backwards by force of my trailing energy.

I can break you with my pinky.

You think you have hurt me. You think you are the best.

I know I am the best.

You'll never stand in my way ever again. I don't have to move around you. I can walk straight through your heart and come out clean on the other side.

Your soul is weak.

I don't have to listen to your words. Your words are like the buzzing of a fly around my head. One SMACK and you stop.

You'll never stop hearing me. You'll see me everywhere. I won't stop. I won't quit. I don't give up.

I've faced your best. Here I am. Bigger than ever.

Want to try my best on for size? You won't handle a minute of my force of will.

My strength is everlasting. I walk forwards into the night. Monsters step backwards to let me pass. I can hear danger before it acts.

You're weak. You're small. You can't handle me.

I don't believe you. I don't trust your words. You're not the truth. You're not even fact. You're nothing. You don't even make me laugh. I don't even see you. You're too small.

I can reach out over oceans.

You can barely touch your toes.

I can jump over treetops. You can't even get the gum off of your shoes.

I'm not afraid of you. You can't hurt me. Every time you lash out at me, you only hurt yourself. My armor is too strong for you. It ripples like the wind and flows like the water of a tsunami.

You can't make me do anything.

You think you're funny. I think you're nothing. You're not real. You're not here. You're not me.

I make my own way.

My paths last longer than the roads of the Romans.

You're lost in your own yard.

My heart is stronger than your breath.

You can't stop me. You can't hurt me.

You aren't me. I don't let you control my destiny.

I'm more than you.

My soul is worth more than yours.

I can see through rock and darkness.

You stand in a brightly lit room and can't see me.

I can yell in your face and be gone in an instant.

Your voice doesn't even ripple my consciousness.

I won't stop for you. Never again.

If you get in my way, I'll step over you.

If you yell in my head, I'll bury you.

One punch and you're gone.

Even if you turn my friends against me, I won't stop.

You're smaller than a flea and have less firepower.

I can spot you in a crowd. You won't see me unless I want you to.

I'll be in your nightmares until the end of time.

I won't remember mine.

You strike out against me.

I'll blow you over.

You throw bombs at me.

I'll freeze them mid-air.

You cast me out and turn your back on me.

I start my own society. I turn my back on no one.

I won't leave you alone. Not anymore. You had your chance.

Nothing you say or do will ever hurt me. I can stand against a hurricane of your words and not become mussed.

You can't make me stop.

You can't change my path.

You can't lead me astray.

I am a compass.

I am a direction unto myself.

I am an unknown flavor.

You've never seen a shade quite like me.

Nothing walks beside me. I fly next to all.

Whenever you stop, I'll be there.

Wherever you run to, I'll exist.

When you stop for water, I will fill you with the taste of sand and dust.

I am nothing.

I am everything.

I won't stop.

You can't hurt me.

I am not afraid.

I am myself squared.

The universe knows my name.

Every star knows my scent.

The particles of the world are my cousins.

The planets are my mother.

The Bunnies are my family.

We multiply faster than you can breathe. We don't stop for you.

We are stronger than all others.

Our minds work faster than light speed.

We morph and slide and break through all barriers of life.

Nothing you do can stop us.

We understand adversity.

We understand hatred.

We understand isolation, pity and desolation of spirit.

Yet still, we continue. We don't stop. We don't lie down and wait to be conquered.

We are the conquerors.

We are the victors.

We are the mighty.

We are giants to all others. We reach out to all.

We speak every language.

We dance every step.

Every song knows us.

Music is our fuel.

Art is our food.

Logic builds our roads.

Beauty fills our hearts.

You can't stop us.

We're more than you.

We're not afraid of you.

We don't stop.

We don't roll over.

We think more than you.

We feel more than you.

We are more than you.

If you take one of us out, three more take his or her place.

You think you are superior.

You think you are perfect.

You're deluded.

You're blind to the dance moving around you.

You're sitting in a dark cave waiting to die.

We're the young.

We're the old.

We are light.

We are air.

We are here for all eternity.

And we fear no one.


A tear started to roll down Masami's face. "That was… beautiful!"

Tasumi smiled. "Yeah well…I try!"

Yuki started to clap for her friend.

"Yeah! We are the best aren't we! And I could come up with the perfect guitar solo for that!" Nanako beamed.

The Coach shook her head. "You are already playing songs Nanako. There is no need to make up a guitar solo for this. Hey, I'm going to go to my car and get you all's costumes."

With that said, Coach left Tasumi's home.

Somehow, the tension in the room began to rise. Masami glanced at Tasumi, who was staring challengingly at her. That just could not be good a good look.

"So… who is this Kisshu?"

Masami put the most biased smile on her face. 'Oh crap oh crap oh crap! She knows!'

"What are you talking about dearest friend Tasumi?"

"This," Tasumi said, taking out a small book with the words, "Masami's Diary" on the front. Masami started to twitch.

"Oh ho ho, Tasumi has black mail!" Nanako chimed.

"We are to talk about this after the concert!" Tasumi whispered. As soon Tasumi finished her statement, Misty busted into the living room. She threw her hands up dramatically, her pink hair whisking all over the place as she twirled around. Behind her was a boy with short red hair. Masami oddly remembered that guy.

"Hi loves! I hope you guys didn't miss me too much! Tasumi dear, your boy friend Datchi wanted to join us, so I brought him along! I hope your not angry love!"

Masami cringed at the sound of Misty's voice. Why would Tasumi be mad? What, did Misty just say that to make Tasumi feel vulnerable? Who is this Datchi? Tasumi has a new boyfriend?

Masami got up and glared at Datchi. He waved at Tasumi, but when he saw Masami, he nearly screamed.

"Hey… you took my twenty! You're that crazy psycho waitress!"

Masami balled her fist and grabbed Datchi's shirt collar. "Hmm… you're dating Tasumi huh? Let me tell you something… if you break her heart, I'll break your face!"

Nanako laughed at Masami's comment. Tasumi sweat dropped. "Uh, Masami it's ok. He is nice. I don't think he will…"

"… You got that Baka? I just want to make the bases clear. If you try to manipulate her or anything, I will make sure you die." Masami said, a murderous intent in her voice.

Datchi broke away from Masami's grip, and ran to the other side of the room. "I'll just-just stay over here!"

"So what am I doing loves? Do I have a big part or what?"

"Misty, you are reading this." Tasumi said, handing her the poem. "Please don't mess it up ok."

Misty scanned the paper for a second. "Alright, but if you want my serious opinion, I'd say that this is utter garbage."

"And that's coming from queen garbage herself!" Masami shot.

Misty glared at Masami. Before she could reply, the coach walked into the room with different pairs of outfits… bunny-waitress outfits. Masami and Tasumi sighed.

"No…no… oh god no! Not again…" Masami moaned.

"Coach… do you know how inappropriate those are?" Tasumi remarked.

"Heh, Lolita, don't sweat it! Your boyfriend would love it if you wore this! And besides, sex sells. Who wouldn't want to see teenage girls dressed in frilly bunny-waitress outfits?"

Masami raised her hand up slowly. 'Those things look like my Mew Outfit…'

"Alright girls! This isn't the time to start gawking! Pick your color!"

Misty willingly grabbed the pink bunny-waitress suit. She quickly went to the bathroom to change. Her bunny ears fit perfectly on top of her head. Yuki grabbed the black outfit, Tasumi grabbed the silver outfit, Nanako grabbed the blue outfit, and Masami was quickly stuck with the white outfit. The girls quickly dressed into their suits and picked up there equipment. Masami sighed.

"Hey, you guys should dress like this more often." Datchi snickered.

"Well thank you love!" Misty said.

Masami balled up her fist and lunged at Datchi. She began to punch him in the face wildly. Tasumi ran over to her friend to calm her down.

"THAT IS NOT FUNNY!" Masami roared. Once Tasumi got her friend under control, Datchi rubbed his face.

"You truly are a psycho!"

Masami tried to hold in her anger, at least until they made it to the park. The coach set up the stage with Datchi's help. Nanako set up her props.

"Everything is ready!" Nanako reassured everyone. Nanakopicked up her guitar and gave everyone a thumb up. Yuki put her top hat onto the ground and got into her position. Masami stood several feet away from her. Masami was nervous.

"Just follow my lead!" Yuki whispered.

People started to gather around the girls, interested at there costumes.

"Come one and all to Okamura's charity drive! Please fill free to donate money! Just put the money into the hat!" Tasumi exclaimed. Misty stood at the podium, ready to read Tasumi's poem. As Misty read the poem, Tasumi, Masami, Yuki, and Nanako all cringed. Misty added 'love' to about ninety percent of every sentence. Once Misty was finally done, people actually started to clap. People began to throw money into Yuki's hat.

"Get ready Masami." Yuki remarked. Masami bit her lower lip. Nanako stepped into the middle of the stage and smiled. She held her guitar into the air.

"Hello Tokyo! Are you ready to rock?"

Masami sweat dropped. 'Nanako is one of a kind…'

Nanako grabbed her pick out of her hair, and started to strum the guitar strings. She did it so gracefully, as if it was the easiest thing to do. Nanako had been playing the guitar for years now. The sound from her guitar sounded like an angel singing in Masami's ears. Masami's body just started moving on its own, the music guiding her feet like magic.

"You say the sweetest things and I can't keep my heart from singing, along to the sound of your song, my stupid feet keep moving. To this four-four beat I'm in time with you, to this four-four beat I would die for you. Someone stop this…. I've come too far to come back from here, but you don't have a clue; you don't know what you do, to me. Won't someone stop this song, so I won't sing along? Someone stop this song, so I won't sing. I never let love in, so I could keep my heart from hurting. The longer that I live with this idea, the more I sink in. To this four-four beat I'm in time with you, to this four-four beat I would die for you. I've gone too far to come back from here, but you don't have a clue; you don't know what you do, to me. I've gone too far to get over you, and you don't have a clue, you don't know what you do, to me. Won't someone stop this song, so I won't sing along? Someone stop this song, so I won't sing. This Love Sick Melody, is gonna get the best of me tonight. But you won't get to me, if I don't sing."

Masami finished dancing as soon as Nanako stopped singing. Cheers could now be heard, and Nanako bowed down. Beads of sweat started to slide down Masami's face. Boy, was that a workout. After one more song, the concert was over. People began to graciously put money into Yuki's hat. Many people surprisingly wanted Nanako's autograph. Misty grew jealous.

"Why does that lame get all of the attention love? I deserve all of the fame!"

Masami balled up her fists. "You know, I've always wanted to say this. You are impossible! Can't you let anyone be happy besides your self? Huh? Are you incapable of feeling?"

"Shut up love. You don't know anything."

"You know what, I do Misty. You need to take your bad Canadian accent and go back to Canada! You're not wanted here! Everyone hates you! I want to know how exactly you are 'uber popular'"

"Humph!" Misty said as she trailed off somewhere. Masami walked over to Nanako.

"Congratulations!" Masami applauded. Masami put her hand on Tasumi's shoulder. Nanako nodded as she signed autographs. Datchi stood behind Masami Tasumi and Yuki.

"Your names?" Nanako asked a girl with long wavy dark red-scarlet-burgundy color hair. She had a smile plastered on her face.

"My name Kinomi and this is Bleuberri I absolutely loved your first song."

Nanako glanced at Bleuberri, and yelped. "Aren't' you Zakuro Fujiwara's sister?"

Everyone suddenly crowded around the raven haired girl.

"There is no way…" Tasumi began, but Bleuberri glared at her.

Kinomi sweat dropped. "She's touchy about that."

"No it is ok Kinomi. They had every right to be skeptical. We look nothing alike."

Masami yawned. "So what brings you to our concert?"

"I heard her music from a mile away. Your guitar is pretty loud you know."

Nanako smiled. "Well, here are ya guy's autographs! See ya latter!"

"Wait…" Kinomi spoke. "Why are you so formal when you sing, but when you talk you are kind of… uh…"

"…Improper?" Tasumi finished.

Kinomi shook her head.

"We don't really know…" Everyone said. Nanako sweat dropped.

"Well… bye guys!" Nanako waved as they went on there way. Another girl walked up to Nanako.

"My sister wants me to get your autograph. Her name is Lemon."

"Alright… what is your name?" Nanako asked.

"Hi Spice-Chan! How is life treating you?" Masami greeted. Spice looked at Masami in disbelief.

"W-what are you wearing?"

"It took you this long to notice?" Tasumi asked sarcastically.

Spice sighed. "I hope you don't get into any kind of trouble bye Masami-Chan!"

As Spice walked off, Tasumi glared at Masami. "She your friend?"

"Yes." Masami answered kind of awkwardly.

One last person came up to get an autograph. This time, the person was a male. He was dressed like a big spender. Coach kept a steady glair on him.

"Your name?" Nanako asked.

"I don't want your autograph. I want her autograph." The man said, pointing right at Tasumi. Masami unintentionally jumped right in front of Tasumi. Datchi snarled the man's comment.

"You look like you could actually be worth money--"

Masami ended the male's sentence with a quick jab to the face. Masami cracked her fingers as the man landed onto the ground.

"There is more where that came from dirt bag!"

The man frowned and then pulled out a gun. Everyone flinched as they where now being held at gun point. Masami gritted her teeth. Ok, maybe punching random guys wasn't the best thing to do.

"You wrench…" He began, but a leg soon met up to the back of his head. Masami's jaw popped when she saw Kinomi and Bleuberri were the ones that possibly just saved her life.

"How'd you guys know?" Nanako said.

"The one in the white costume has a white aura. That is a signal for trouble and carelessness." Blueberry remarked. "You guys better get home before he wakes up."

"Will do!" Tasumi said as she grabbed Masami's arm. Yuki put the hat on top of her head.

"Hey what do you mean trouble and carelessness?" Masami yelled. Bleuberri sighed. In only a matter of thirty minuets, the party found themselves at Tasumi's house. Everyone said there goodbyes and changed. Soon, only Masami and Tasumi were left.

"You don't have to always protect me Masami." Tasumi said while folding her arms.

"Tasumi, I just don't want to see you get your heart broken. It's a wonder it isn't in a billion pieces already. I'm tired of all the no good boy bakas just having their way with you."

Tasumi frowned a bit. Masami sighed. "And there is something I've been meaning to tell you. I'm going to be moving to the U.S.A."

"What? Why?"

Masami glanced in another direction. She couldn't tell Tasumi the real truth. Masami's days on this earth were numbered. Masami didn't want Tasumi to become involved with this. Unable to take the thought of telling Tasumi the truth, Masami ran frantically out of Tasumi's house with out even the slightest thought. Masami started to walk the streets with her head down.

"When she's older, she might understand…"


A/N:Wow! That chapter took me a good 5 hours to write! Happy reading everyone! Tune in for the finale!