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Thanks for being ever so patient. As I promised, a new Mew! ^ ^ Not much else to say.
Enjoy!
WARNING: There may be blanks in some places cause the FF document editor is being stupid.
Chapter 9: Please Don't Stop the Mewsic
The music blasted through the speakers instantly, and she already felt the urge to move. The instructor jogged to the front of the room, but it didn't seem fast enough for her. Her body longed to move from its spot amongst the other students. It wanted to flow with the rhythm, lock in with the beat, become one with the music.
"Alright now!" The instructor shouted above the music, turning to face the mirrored wall. "5, 6, 7, 8!" At the end of the countdown she felt herself be released, as if she'd been held underwater far too long, and finally free to take a rejuvenating breath, giving her a feel of life again. She didn't have to think, the music was her guide to her every move, leading her down the most creative path it could. The routine they practiced was too simple for her, so she added her own twist on things, and threw in a new a different move, while the others moved like trained robots. Dancing was something that could truly be taught. Sure you had to learn proper form and everything, but dancing is an art form, and it took a gifted artist to portray the art so beautifully.
The song was over all too soon, and she was left breathing in deep even breaths, in a daze that had her begging for more.
"Well done everyone," the instructor praised, clapping his hands. "That's it for today. Miss. Parker, may I speak to you please?" Amaya first followed the others to the side of the room where their bags were, and she grabbed her water bottle before returning to the instructor, chugging the water down.
"So have you thought about the offer?' he asked, keeping his voice low.
"My answer's still the same," she replied, whipping her forehead with the back of her hand.
"Why?" he asked, exasperated. "Amaya, you are an amazing dancer, and you are far too advanced for this class. You're intimidating some of the other students by the way."
"Sorry," she mumbled, shifting her weight onto her other foot.
"You shouldn't be staying here," he continued. "You have so much potential for better things-"
"I like Nagoya," she interrupted rudely. "And Nagoya is where I'm staying." Without wanting to here another word from him, she turned abruptly toward the door, picking up her bag on the way.
\NMM/
"You cooked that?" Aneeta gasped when Jeremy opened up his lunch box.
"Yup," he nodded proudly. Inside was some fancy looking meal she'd never seen before. He was always bringing fancy stuff for lunch now ever since she and Jay had dinner over at his house. (Partly because she wanted him to.)
"Here." He scooped up some with his fork and held it out for her to sample.
"You didn't try any yet did you?" she asked, with s smirk.
"Can't I have my girlfriend be the first to try my food?" He asked, with cute smile. Girlfriend, she thought, her face getting a little hot. It still made her giddy whenever he said that.
"I guess," she shrugged, eating the food.
"Oh man," she coughed, leaning back.
"What?" Jeremy gasped, looking surprised. "What's wrong?"
"It's...too spicy," she laughed, after swallowing.
"It's suppose to be that way," he sighed, shaking his head. "You scared me."
"I'm sorry," she giggled, grinning playfully. "I just wasn't expecting that."
"I'm full of surprises," he smiled. She took the opportunity to give him a quick kiss. Yet another thing that still made her blush.
"Would you like to do something after school?" Jeremy asked, wrapping his arm around her waist, and pulling her closer.
"I can't," Aneeta sighed, sadly. "I've gotta make Halloween decorations for the Cafe. Kotona and Kita are coming over to help."
"Halloween?" he asked, taking a cookie from her lunch box.
"Yeah, Wesley likes to be festive," she nodded, snatching the cookie back. "You're suppose to eat dessert after the meal."
"Well it's part of the meal," he grinned.
"The last part," she countered, putting her cookie back, and pulling out a classic PB&J.
"Did Jay pack your lunch today?" he asked teasingly.
"I happen to like simple things," she replied, taking a bit of it, and having peanut butter stick to the top of her mouth instantly.
"I know you do," Jeremy nodded.
"Another thing to add to your list?" Aneeta smirked teasingly.
"Yes actually," he smiled. "How about tomorrow after school then?"
"Don't you have an extra kendo practice tomorrow?" Aneeta asked.
"It got changed to the morning," he explained, scooping up his spicy food with his other hand and eating the forkful. "So I'm free, unless my parents call me in to help at the convenient store."
"Tomorrow sounds good," she nodded, with a big smile. They ain't there lunches over more small talk, and finally got around to the cookies when the bell rang all too soon.
"Darn," Jeremy sighed. "Guess I'll just eat it later."
"You still have time," Aneeta pointed out, getting up. "The bell only just rang."
"But I don't wanna just eat it as fast as I can," he explained, wrapping up the cookie and placing it in his lunch box. "I like to enjoy eating cookies. Especially when you make them." She smiled sheepishly, and felt her face get hot again. He pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, and pulled her face to his as he leaned down to kiss her. As usual, her head began to swim in pure bliss. Yes, kissing him herself made her happy, and feel brave for doing so, but when he kissed her, it was just so...magical.
"We're going to be late," Jeremy chuckled, breaking the kiss all too soon.
"Being late never hurt anyone," she replied, her mind still swimming.
"It would hurt your attendance record wouldn't it?" he asked, half smirking. Her eyes widened in realization.
"Let's go," he laughed lightly, leading her to the door leading back into the building. Gosh I love spending time with him, she smiled to herself. He's so amazing, and sweet, and easy going. I hope nothing ever gets between us.
\NMM/
"So Tiffany, how's work going?" One of her friends, Naomi, asked, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Get this," Tiffany said, sitting forward. "My boss, the loser Eliot, took my phone away from me."
"No way," another friend, Chie, gasped in disbelief.
"Way," Tiffany huffed, flipping her curls. "Like, I wasn't even doing anything wrong. I was just talking to my new hair stylist and serving coffee at the same time. I can multitask."
"And talking to your hair stylist is a very important thing," Jasmine added, sipping her tea. "It's more important than work even."
"Exactly," Tiffany shouted exasperated. "I don't see how he couldn't see that. He can be so closed minded."
"That's usually how boys are," Yumi sighed, picking at her salad. "So how are you on the boyfriend situation?"
"Yeah, didn't you mention you had your eye on a new guy?" Chie grinned, leaning closer expectantly.
"Why yes," Tiffany grinned. "There is a new guy I've had my eyes on."
"What's he like?" Jasmine demanded, pushing aside her her cup. "Give the deets."
"Well, he is extremely good looking," Tiffany smirked. "He works out, I can tell. He's got short brown hair,and he's tall."
"He sounds so dreamy," Naomi sighed. "You always find the good ones."
"You just have to know where to look," Tiffany smirked, cockily.
"Where did you meet him?" Chie asked with great interest.
"He came into the Cafe," she smiled. "He's actually one of my fellow worker's older brother."
"Oooo," the girls gasped in unison.
"I smell drama roasting," Yumi giggled.
"You don't roast drama," Jasmine sighed, rolling her eyes. "You give it fuel."
"Dating a college's brother can cause drama if things don't go well," Naomi nodded.
"We aren't dating," Tiffany said. "At least not yet."
"Should we see to the guide?" Chie asked, looking at the other girls individually, who all nodded.
"The Guide to Survive a Girl's Life," Tiffany announced, pulling out an uber thick book from her bag. It had many of pages obscure, and a ton of sticky notes sticking out. She opened the book, and leafed through it to find the page she wanted.
"Section 4: How to Get a Guy to Go Out With You," she read out loud.
"I think 4.3 has some good tips," Naomi said, leaning over her shoulder. The Guide to Servive a Girl's Life was created by Tiffany's friends older sisters, who were close friends just like they were. They wrote about everything, from boys, to getting a job, to the best clothes for every occasion, to even some self defense. The group consulted the book whenever they need guidance, and if they thought certain tips could be in there, they added them themselves.
"This is some good stuff," Tiffany nodded, skimming down the page.
"Getting this guy to like you will be child's play," Chie grinned.
"It will," she nodded in agreement. "It'll be fun too."
\NMM/
"We have five minutes left, why don't you present your speech Kotona?" asked Minoto suggested with a big smile. Kotona tensed up instantly.
"I-I may not have enough t-time Minoto-sensei," she stuttered, panicking. She absolutely hated answering questions in class, never mind giving a speech in front of her class.
" I'm sure we can fit you in," she said, waving her hand. "And if not, you can just present again tomorrow." Again tomorrow?, she thought, feeling her heart rate double.
"Up to the front with you," she prompted, waving her hands. Kotona struggled to swallow the lump that appeared in her throat, as she got to her feet, her chair making scraping noises as it moved out. Hands shaking, she had to hold her cue cards with both hands as she moved sluggishly to the front of the room. She felt the eyes of her classmates follow her short journey, but they only made it feel that much longer.
"What's your topic?" Minoto asked, when she reached the front of the room.
"Sp-space," Kotona stammered, staring down at the ground, and fiddling with her cue cards.
"Begin when our ready," Minoto chimed, sitting up straighter. How can I?, she thought. How can I bare to look up with all these kids staring at me? It's not like they're my friends or anything. They barely know me. All they know is that I'm the quiet, shy girl who sits in the back of the room. They look down on me. When I look up, they wont even be paying attention to me. They'll be keeping themselves occupied, either scraping their desks with pencils, whispering to their friends, scribbling on a piece of paper, anything to block out the boring girl at the front, and cause the last few moments of class to fly by. Finally taking in a deep breath, and was about to lift her head when the bell went, scaring her.
"Looks like I miss judged," Minoto said. "My clock is slow." At the same time the students of her class, slid out of their seats, and grabbed their things, rushing out of the room as fast as they could, not even glancing at her. Typical, she sighed dragging her feet to her desk.
"I'm sorry about that Kotona," Minoto sighed, coming over to her. "I didn't realize we'd run out of time."
"It's okay Minoto-sensei," she smiled lightly. "There's always tomorrow."
"Of course there is," she smiled sweetly. Kotona said goodbye to her teacher, and left the classroom quietly. All around her the students gathered in groups, giggling, shouting, hugging each other. She walked down the center of the hallway, feeling alienated. She passed students on either side of her, and none of them acknowledged her. She got to her locker at the very end of the hall, and spun the combination. She wished she had at least one person to call a friend at school. Someone she could cram for test with, someone she could eat lunch with, someone who at least knew she existed. The locker next to her swung opened too fast, coming into contact with her head, causing her to stubble, and trip over her own foot, landing on her side.
"Oops, sorry about that," her locker neighbor gasped, bending down to help her up.
"I-its okay," she stammered, trying to get herself up before he could do anything, but he feet slipped out from under her, and she almost smacked her head off the ground. Dammit, she cursed to herself. A pair of strong hand grabbed her under her arms, and effortlessly put her on her feet.
"U-um th-thanks," she stuttered, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. His name was Ryoichi Shioya. His hair was super short and black, his skin was dark, and he was almost two feet taller than her. He originally came from Australia, but moved here a couple years ago. She wasn't sure why, she never really asked. Heck, she never really talked to him at all. He was on the student council, helped organize a lot of events that happened at the school, and was a straight A-student. A lot of girls had crushes on him, and Kotona had to admit, she did as well.
"No problem," he smiled. "I didn't know you had an interest in space."
"I studied it a bit," she shrugged, grabbing her things from her locker. Oh my goodness!, she thought. He's talking to me. Actually making conversation. And I'm responding! AH!
"Do you have an interest in it?" he asked, filling up his backpack with books. She hesitated, not really sure how to answer it. The only reason she knew stuff about it, was because her parents had her study it, just like a million other things. Besides sports, she wasn't sure what other interests she had.
"It was just something I chose to do," she shrugged again. Should I say more, she wondered. Should I just drop the conversation now and walk away before something goes bad? Could something go bad? I could probably say the wrong and make things go bad, definitely. I'm not sure when I'll talk to him again, maybe I should say something else. She began to panic when he closed his locker.
"I like sports more," she added quickly.
"You play sports?" Ryoichi asked with interest.
"Just recently learned some," Kotona nodded. "I like basketball the most."
"I'm terrible at sports," Ryoichi laughed. "I don't have any coordination. Well, I've got a meeting to go to. Take care Kotona." AH!, she screamed internally as he walked away. He knows my name! Someone actually knows my name! Oh my gosh! She really felt like she was walking on air when she left the school. This presented a problem though. She couldn't really feel the ground beneath her, so when she reached the front steps, she fell down them, and landed on her face.
"Ow," she groaned, lifting her head up just to rest her chin on the ground. She saw a pair of shoes right in front of her face that didn't match her school's uniform.
"Hello," chimed the girl above her. "You okay there?"
"I've been better," she grumbled, slowly getting to her feet.
"You're face is scratched up," Kita gasped, slapping her hands onto Kotona cheeks, and pulling at them. "Are you okay? Does this make your face hurt even more?"
"It would hurt even if it wasn't scratched up," Kotona protested, swiping her hands away. "You made it hurt even more." She rubbed her cheeks tenderly.
"Sorry," Kita grinned, and scratched her head. "You going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I think so," she nodded. "It's not gushing blood is it?"
"It's got a little," Kita said, looking closer. "You should go back inside and clean it up. I don't think Aneeta will mind if we're late."
"Okay," Kotona nodded, heading up the stairs again with Kita on her heels.
"So what were you thinking about?" Kita asked, skipping along beside her. "You looked distracted."
"Uhh..." she stammered, wracking her brain for a good lie. She didn't' want to tell Kita about Ryoichi because she knew she'd bug her about him constantly, and probably try something crazy in hopes to get them together or something. She hadn't done anything yet, but being the hyperactive little girl she was, Kotona knew something like that could happen soon.
"I had to do a speech," she replied. "I hate giving speeches. The bell rang before I could start, so I gotta do it tomorrow."
"Oh that sucks," Kita said, patting her on the back. "Don't worry I'm sure you'll do fine."
"Thanks," she smiled, pushing the door to the bathroom open.
\NMM/
"Is that a squirrel?" Kita grinned, poking Kotona's cut out animal with her scissors.
"It's a cat," Kotona sighed, lowering her head in defeat.
"It's a cute little cat too," Aneeta smiled.
"What's that?" Kita asked, leaning over the table to get a better look at what the older Mew was doing.
"It's a a bunch of bats attached together like a banner," she explained, unfolding it. "See?"
"That's neato!" Kita grinned, clapping her hands. "You;re good at this stuff."
"Well, I did a lot of crafts with Jay when he was younger," she shrugged, grabbing an orange sheet of paper. "I've got a lot of practice." The three of them were gathered around the coffee table in the living room, with glue, scissors, ribbons, and papers of orange, black, white, and green scattered all over it. Aneeta's mom wasn't expected home until late, so she didn't have to have everything clean up until then. Her dad wasn't home either. He was out of town to putting together his latest commercial for a new brand of Dog Food. They'd been there for about an hour, and they had several small things to stick on the walls, but they needed more stuff for the tables, and even to hang from the ceiling. Aneeta's banner of bats was good for hanging above the entrance. Jay had gotten a gigantic sheet of paper, and went into the kitchen taking the paints with him.
"Here's my cute pumpkin," Kita announced holding up a pumpkin she cut out with a black hat on, and a big smile illuminating from yellow paper.
"Nice job," Kotona marveled. "Why can't I make something that good?"
"Why don't you make some ghosts out of white paper?" Aneeta suggested.
"After the other night, I'm not sure if I want to even think about ghosts," Kotona said, shivering.
"Make cute ones," Kita smiled. "The ones that look like bed sheets."
"And with just two black eyes," Aneeta added, with a nod.
"Those'll be easy," Kotona beamed, grabbing a piece of white paper and scissors.
"I'm done Neeta!" Jay cheered bouncing into the living room. "I'm done! I'm done!"
"You're done your painting?" Aneeta asked, sketching out a witch hat on black paper.
"Yes, come see!" He shouted, jumping up and down.
"Let's go then," Kita grinned, jumping to her feet.
"I'll see later," Kotona replied, absorbed by her work. Aneeta got up, and followed the two elementary school kids into the kitchen , where Jay's giant paper was sprawled on the floor with scrap papers to the side, with the paint dumped all over them. At least he was smart with keeping his mess controlled.
"This is really cool!" Kita grinned.
"This really is cool," Aneeta gapped, staring down at what he drew. He drew the for them(Her, Kita, Tiffany and Kotona), standing under a tree baring mini pumpkins on its branches. They each wore a different costume; Aneeta was a witch, Kita was a vampire, Tiffany was a bunny, and Kotona was a princess.
"The Mews of the Cafe!" Jay smiled, feeling very proud.
"I didn't know you could paint like this," Aneeta said, marveling over the masterpiece.
"I don't really like to show my drawings to people," he shrugged. "I'm afraid they'll make fun of me."
"You're eight years old, and you can paint like this?" Kita shouted in amazement. "Why would anyone want to make fun of you? You're like a little Mozart!"
"Mozart made music," Aneeta corrected.
"It's still an art form!" Kita protested, putting her hands on her hips. "Great job Jay. We are for sure hanging this up in the cafe."
"Really?" Jay gasped, eyes shining brightly.
"Of course," Aneeta grinned, hugging him. "This could be your big break buddy."
"Aw," he grinned in return.
"How adorable," Kita sighed. "That's a Kodak Moment. I wish I had a camera."
"You'll ruin my rep!" Jay shouted.
"What rep?" Aneeta asked, ruffling his hair. "You don't have a rep."
"Of course I do," he objected. "I'm cool and independent. I can't be seen having tender moments with my older sister."
"Oh, thats a bunch of baloney," Aneeta laughed, kissing him on the cheek.
"Ah gross!" Jay cried, trying to squirm out of her grasp.
"Tickle time!" Kita shouted, tickling his sides while Aneeta held him.
"No, NO!" Jay laughed, throwing his body back and forth. "Stop! Please stop! It tickles!"
"That's the point," Kita grinned. The trio was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
"Saved by the ring," Kita laughed, backing off.
"Thank goodness," Jay sighed, finally free of his sister's grip. Aneeta picked up the phone and turned it on.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver.
"Please tell me the house is in one piece?" Her mother's voice came through urgently.
"Of course," she replied. "We're just making crafts like I said."
"Can you guys clean up and make dinner as soon as possible?" Georgia asked. "I've invited a guest over for dinner. She's being interviewed for the magazine. I felt bad about postponing the interview, so I invited her over. I hope that's not too much trouble."
"No problem," Aneeta smiled. "We can have this place clean up, and dinner cooking in no time."
"Thank you so much," Georgia sighed in relief. "Kita and Kotona can stay if they'd like."
"I'm sure they will," Aneeta nodded. "Who's our guest?"
"Amaya Parker," she replied. "She's a dancer, and she's really good. I'm interviewing her because of her life story. She isn't going into complete details, which is fine, but its real life stuff. She's a real inspiring young girl, but she's just like others her age too."
"Keeping it real eh?" Aneeta grinned.
"That's how I roll," Georgia laughed.
"Uh, no mom," Aneeta chuckled slightly. "Please don't say that again."
"Okay," she replied sounding amused. "I'll be home in about an hour. You think you'll be ready by then?"
"Of course," Aneeta smiled, looking over to see Kita and Jay were already cleaning up the paint. "See you get home."
"So who's coming over?" Jay asked.
"Amaya Parker," she replied, putting the phone down. "I've honestly never heard of her, but mom said she's a respected dancer."
"I havn't either," Kita said, picking u pthe paint brushes, "but any girl who is good enough to be interviewed by Glamly is good for me."
"Aw man," Kotona sighed, coming into the room, her head hanging low. "I even failed at making ghosts." She held in her hands pieces of paper that looked like clouds.
"Oh Kotona," Aneeta smiled. "We could still use those actually. I could make a witch on a broomstick, and hang it up with the clouds."
"That's a good idea,' Kita grinned. "Nice improvising."
"Thanks," Aneeta nodded. "Now let's get cleaned up."
\NMM/
Aneeta planned out a Caesar salad, lasagna and garlic bread on the side. As she layered the lasagna, Kita and Kotona were having fun with the salad. They washed the lettuce leaves, almost ripping them up too small, and added croutons and Caesar sauce. They each held a spoon, and laughed as they tried to use teamwork, and toss the salad. They managed to get the job done, but not without sending a few croutons across the room.
Aneeta put the garlic bread in the oven with the lasagna, which was almost done now, when they heard Jay shouting from the top of the stairs.
"Mom's home!" He shouted, "and she's with someone."
"That would be Amaya," Kita smiled, swinging her feet under the kitchen chair she was sitting on.
"Wow," Kotona sighed, her eyes shining in excitement. "We get to meet someone well known enough to be interviewed!"'
"Just remember to act normal," Aneeta reminded, peeking in on the lasagna. "She's just a normal girl like us, with just an incredible talent in dancing."
"Yes ma'am," Kita and Kotona replied simultaneously, saluting her. The lock on the front door could be heard turning, and was shoved open.
"I'm home!" Georgia announced from the front hall.
"She's here!" Kotona squealed in a whisper.
"Hi mom," Jay called, skipping down the stairs.
"Come on into the kitchen and I'll introduce you to everyone," Georgia said kindly, pushing jay into the kitchen. "Girl's I'd like you to meet Amaya Parker." A girl appeared in the doorway, after Georgia made room for her. Her hair was dark brown, and was very thick and wavy, flowing past her shoulders. She had matching brown eyes, and she wore jeans, and a jean jacket over a tank top. She was taller than Aneeta, and her body was thin, just like the average dancer. Her face was straight, unreadable, and she didn't make eye contact with any of them.
"Amaya, this is my son Jay, and my daughter Aneeta," she said motioning toward them. "And these are Aneeta's friends' Kita and Kotona."
"Nice to meet you," Kita chimed, turning on her usual charm. Amaya only nodded slightly in response. The room fell with awkward silence, making Kita feel like she failed at getting things settled.
"Dinner will be ready shortly," Aneeta spoke up, not sure what else to say.
"Well, why don't you get settled then Amaya?" Georgia suggested. "There's lots of open space in the living room. Amaya quickly walked through the kitchen and exited out the other end that lead into the living room.
"I'll just put my stuff in my office," Gergia smiled, briskly leaving.
"I'm going to my room," Jay shrugged. "Too many girls."
"She isn't one for chit-chat is she?" Kita asked in a whisper.
"She doesn't seem happy at all," Kotona nodded, speaking in the same hushed tone.
"Maybe she didn't really want to come for dinner," Aneeta shrugged, "and she felt too bad to decline?"
"That could be it," Kita nodded, thinking it over. "We should make it worth her while then. Let's go make friends with her."
"You sure?" Aneeta asked, looking a bit apprehensive. "Maybe she doesn't want to be bothered."
"Of course," she nodded with certainty. "Giving her positive vibes will help her generate them." With out another word, she slid into the living room, followed closely by the others.
"Hi," Kita smiled brightly, turning up the charm again. "I'm Kita. I'm in my last year at Leaflet Elementary. Are you in school?" Amaya only shook her head, and continued to avoid eye-contact.
"I like to draw, and write on Fanfiction," she continued, making her smile wider. "Is dancing your only hobby?" The girl only shook her head in response again. Kita took in a sharp breathe looking frustrated.
"Think she'll have much luck?" Kotona asked, looking back at Aneeta.
"Let her try," Aneeta shrugged.
While the other mews listened to Kita attempting to get Amaya to talk, Aneeta finished up dinner, by placing large portions of lasagna on each plate, and placing the large bowl of salad in the center of the table. Finally giving up, Kita's shoulder's slumped, and she dragged her feet along the floor, heading back into the kitchen.
"No luck?" Aneeta asked, already slicing up the garlic bread.
"No," Kita sighed, sliding down her seat. "She doesn't like talking at ALL!"
"Not so loud," Kotona hissed. "She'll here you."
"Oh well!" she shouted. "She obviously doesn't care! She's being a total poopy pants!"
"Poopy pants?" Aneeta and Kotona repeated, raising their eyebrows.
"You get what I mean," she sighed, exasperated. "Dinner ready now?"
"Yup," Aneeta nodded, adding the bread to the plates. "Let's hope this works out okay." The younger mews nodded in agreement.
"Dinner's ready!" she called.
"YAY!" Jay shouted, stampeding down the stairs. Georgia then appeared in the room, followed hesitantly by Amaya.
"This looks delicious Aneeta," Georgia smiled, seating herself down at the table first before everyone else followed suit. Jay didn't hesitate to stuff his face.
"Thank you," she smiled proudly. Silence soon settled over the group, but Georgia and Jay didn't seem to notice. She went on about today's work, and saying a few things here and there about Amaya, while he stuffed his face with food. The Mews ate silently, glancing at each other every so often, and nodding to what Georgia said to be polite. Kita kept giving evil glances across the table at Amaya, who didn't look up once the entire dinner. If it wasn't for her mom talking, Aneeta swore they'd jump if someone were to drop a pin.
"Thank you for the wonderful dinner," Georgia smiled, when she finished. "We can go to my office now and do the interview Amaya." The girl nodded, and stood without a thank you to Aneeta and followed the woman out of the room.
"That girl is rude," Kita huffed, folding her arms. "No thank you, not a word of your mom's hospitality, not even a complaint of my nagging. It'll be a miracle if she could actually do an interview."
"Kita," Aneeta sighed, getting up, and collecting the dishes.
"She even left her stuff for you to pick up!" Kita shouted exasperated.
"So did my mom and Jay," Aneeta said, rolling her eyes. Jay had bolted right after his mom left, probably wanting to get in some computer time.
"Still!" Kita protested, folding her arms. "Kids these days. So ungrateful."
"She's older than you, and you're calling her a kid?" Kotona giggled. Kita shot her a glare.
"I gotta do these dishes now," Aneeta said, motioning to the pans left from the food. "You guys can keep yourself busy if you like."
"Do you have Uno cards?" Kotona asked, smiling. Aneeta opened a drawer, and pulled out a deck.
"Of course."
"Awesome!" Kita cheered, forgetting about Amaya. "Prepare to be owned Kotona!"
\NMM/
Amaya was relieved when the interview was over. She never liked talking about herself, or talking with people much at all, but as Mrs. Rolls had said, she was an inspiration to others, and should be recognized for what she can do, and what she'd been through. She didn't ask for this though. She didn't ask for any of it; for her talent, for the accident, for her current situation. Sure she loved being able to dance so well, but if it wasn't for her stubbornness for wanting to pursue a career in it back then, then maybe she'd still be alive....
Shaking her head, and forcing the thought away, Amaya continued down the sidewalk, her high heels hitting the pavement was the only sound she could pick up. This was surprising. Usually there'd be bird or crickets chirping, a random car going by, or even the wind blowing, rustling the trees. But there was nothing. Not a single sound. She glanced over her shoulder cautiously, but only saw the rows of houses she had just past, the sidewalk empty except for a few stranded leaves.
Amaya caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head toward it, swinging her hair over her shoulder, but saw nothing. She quickened her pace, and her eyes flashed in all directions to make sure she was alone. Again she caught a flash of movement, but when she turn towards it there was nothing there. She felt her heart jump in panic, she found herself practically running. Something was following her, and she knew it.
She stopped dead when a shrilling screech pierced through the air. Spinning around, she nearly knocked noses with the monstrosity before her. It had the face of a fox, with fur sticking out every which way It was standing on two legs, and had hands like a human, but with elongated nails, and very furry. It gave another shrill, lashing out at Amaya, knocking her out into the street. Her purse flew away from her, and she held the side of her face where she was struck. Crimson liquid was slowly seeping between her fingers.
My god, she thought, shaking in panic. She looked up, and saw the fox was accompanied by another on, and they both wore tight knee length, sleeveless robes, but one was black, the other white. They glared at her, in hunched positions, as if she were something delicious to eat. Adrenaline pumped through her body, and she felt the fight or flight instinct thrown at her. She immediately scrambled to her feet, trying to create the distance between her and these creatures, but she was knocked forward, and her face came into contact with the ground. She felt blood drip from her nose, and touch her lips as she raised her head, feeling a dizzy sensation take over. She felt the weight of another body on her body, holding her down, and the nails of the creature run up her back lightly, yet threateningly. When the hand reached her head, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the pain it would surely cause.
"COTTON CANDY GLOWING PUTT!" A shrill was sounded above her,and she felt the creature fall off of her.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked, coming to her side. She grunted, and propped herself up on her elbows.
"Take it easy," the girl said soothingly. "You're going to be okay." Amaya looked up at her, and blinked away the haze. She had long purple hair, and big ears sticking out the top of her head.
"LICORICE RIBBON PAINT BLAST!" A ray of rainbow rushed over their heads, heading for the other fox-like creature. It dodge the attack easily, landing next to its twin with grate balance. Amaya sat up, and wiped her nose on her sleeve.
"What are those?" she croaked, her throat feeling sore.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of them," the girl reassured. "Just stay here and it'll be fine." The girl ran toward two other girls who were similarly dressed oddly, and they took up fighting stances.
"Three against two seems hardly fair, but I like when the odds are in my favor," the little red girl grinned. As if not listening to her, the foxes began moving in unison, but as mirror images of each other. They made hand gestures,and swayed their bodies, and ended with pounding their fists together.
"Huh?" the pink girl asked, looking confused. "What ar- HEY!" A giant bubble surrounded surrounded the three girls and the two foxes. Amaya couldn't hear what they were saying anymore, but the girls looked stressed, covering their ears. Maybe a loud noise?, she thought, slowly getting to her feet. The foxes then began to move in unison, their feet jumping across the ground, their hips jetted from side to side, and their arms did their own thing. Dancing?, she wondered, tilting her head curiously. The foxes stopped suddenly, and pointed at the girls, who only stared at them blankly, holding their hands to their ears till. When they didn't move, lightning struck on their side of the bubble, causing them to scream in pain.
"Oh no," Amaya gasped, when the foxes started dancing again. She rushed to the bubble, and felt guilty when the girls were shocked again from not moving at all.
"They have to mimic their moves," She concluded, reaching the bubble. "They have to mimic their moves to beat them. Hey!" She banged her fists against the bubble, expecting it to be solid, but stumbled forward when her hands went through it followed by the rest of her. She was greeted by extremely loud pulsing music, and sounded techno.
"What are you doing in here?" the littlest of the girls demanded. "This isn't safe!"
"I can see that," she said, looking them up and down. "You can't dance can you?" They all shook their heads, and she only sighed, and turned toward the foxes. They looked at her evenly, staying completely still.
"Show me what you got," she challenged, taking off her jacket, and throwing it to the side. The foxes immediately did a routine as if they'd practiced for years, and pointed at her right on the beat. She was counting in her head, so she started right as they pointed at her. She copied their moves easily, having done harder routines before, and jabbed her finger at them when she finished. They broke out into a different more complex routine, giving Amaya the kind of challenge she liked. Again she copied their routine perfectly, and they continued on like this for a few more rounds. Getting bored of just copying, she decided to give their routines a twist, adding more technical steps in, and complicating their moves even more. By doing so, the foxes ended up copying her moves, so she did what she could to confuse them, and make sure she her moves couldn't be followed. To her excitement, the foxes ended up missing a step, and got shocked by their own bubble.
"Way to go Amaya!" the littlest girl cheered. "You show 'em!" The foxes had to stop now. They looked tired and worn out. Amaya was breathing in deeply, and she was full of sweat, but she was far from being tired.
"What's that on your hip?" Asked the middle height girl. Amaya looked down at herself, where her tank top had slowly rolled up as she danced, revealing skin between her low ride jeans and the shirt. There on her hip was a crescent moon mark that she had had for a few weeks now. Where it came from, she still didn't know.
"That's a Mew Mark!" The tallest gasped. "You're a Mew Amaya!"
"Huh?" Amaya said, looking at them as if they were crazy.
"MMMM!" A squeaky voice cheered. A little doll entered the bubble, and flew straight for Amaya.
"What timing MAL," The younger girl grinned.
"MMM," the little doll said again, lifting her tiny paws in the air and conjuring up a ball of energy. When it faded, a small pendent fell into Amaya's hands.
"Use it to transform!" The middle girl explained. "You can transform, just like us."
"Transform?" she repeated in a soft voice, turning the pendent over in her hands slowly. A line of words formed in her brain, and before she knew it she was saying them out loud.
"Mew Mew Icing!" she shouted, giving her pendent a tender kiss. "MEWTAMORPHOSIS!!" She was surrounded by a light blue light just as her clothes faded away. She kept her eyes closed, for her ears were filled with contemporary music, and thats all she needed to guide her. As the music played. she moved her body accordingly. It was as if she knew what was going to be played next. She crossed her arms over her chest, and swayed jerkily a couple times, before throwing her arms out, and pushing off the ground with one foot, and spinning in the air once, while she felt something smooth wrap around her abdomen. A white puffy short-sleeved shirt appeared on her. One that hugged her shape, showing some cleavage, and had a zipper with two light blue lines down the front. Landing, she swung her leg up, to do a perfect to do a perfect standing split, then brought it back down, getting up on her toes, and spinning several times. Something wrapped around her waist creating a white ruffled skirt with light blue layer underneath, and a white belt, and light blue buckle, as well as a garter on her leg. She brought her hands into the air, then bent over, running them up her leg to her knee, the threw them out again to do a few pirouettes. This caused something to slip around her armes, creating white and light blue striped wrist bands to form, covering most of her forearms, and arm bands on her upper arms. At the same time, she felt the sensation around her feet, and a pair of white high-heeled boots formed up to her mid-calf. Finally she opened her eyes, and found herself on a giant cake. Her dance had left smears in the icing. A big glob smoothed over her face, and through her hair, changing her eyes and hair a light blue. Feeling the music coming to an end, she slid down the side of the cake as a white ribbon appeared in her hair. On the way, feeling a pair of black-striped white ears and tail pop out of her head and rear. Landing at the bottom, she found she was on the edge of a stage, so she took a final pose as the music ended, and her pendent appeared around her neck on a white choker with blue frills.
"Whoa," Icing gasped, doing a complete turn.
"You look awesome," the little grinned. "Now finish off those guys!"
"How?" she asked, looking a little bewildered.s
"Use your weapon," the tallest smiled. "Say the first thing that comes to mind." Icing turned to the foxes, who seemed to be regaining the composure, and thought of a possible weapon.
"Blizzard Katana!" she shouted, summoning a pure white sword in her hand. It was slim, and the handle looped inwards to a point, like a giant claw, and had light blue squiggles on it.
"ICING...!" She spun her sword above her head before slamming it into the concrete below her. "SHATTERING..." She held the handle with one hand, and held the other open above it, summoning a powerful force that caused the sword to glow blue. "STAR...!" Using just one hand, she pulled the katana, holding it in a reverse grip and sliced the air three times leaving the streaks where she cut in the air. The streaks formed a 6 pointed star before her. "CRASH!" Punching her fist out at the center of the star, she sent it slicing through the air, and cutting right through both of the foxes, causing them to disintegrate into nothing. The bubble disappeared as well, leaving the four girls to stand alone in the middle of the street.
"You were amazing Amaya!" the little girl cheered hugging her with her entire body.
"Um, how do you know my name?" she finally asked. Their clothes changed suddenly, revealing their true identities.
"It's you guys?" she gasped, taking a step back.
"Yeah, we're Nagoya Mew Mew!" Kita shouted proudly.
"Not so loud or the neighbours will here," Aneeta hissed.
"And you're one of us," Kotona smiled.
"Why?" Amaya asked, folding her arms. "I didn't ask for this." Another thing I can add to the list, she thought.
"None of us did," Aneeta explained, "but it's up to us to keep Nagoya safe, and we need your help." The three younger girls looked at her expectantly, Kita's eyes were pleading. What have I gotten thrown into? she wondered, feeling herself change back into her old clothes.
"I guess I don't have much of a choice then do i?" she said, picking up her jacket, and retrieving her purse.
"We're going to become such great friends!" Kita cheered, but her face soon fell when she remembered her failed attempts. Amaya suddenly felt bad for the way she acted toward them today, and put a small smile on her face.
"Aneeta," she said.
"Yeah?" Aneeta replied.
"Thank you for dinner," she said simply, before continuing on her way.
"I think we made progress," Kotona giggled.
"I feel so accomplished," Kita laughed, grinning her widest smile.
\NMM/
"First the dead, and now music," Rinya mused, walking in on Maken who was meditating. "What are you up to Maken?" He didn't reply. He sat there on the floor, legs crossed, and hands resting on his knees.
"Could you actually have no plan at all?" She taunted, circling around him slowly like a vulture. "Could you just be trying random things, to show Dlender you havn't run out of use? Could you be doing it to avoid getting punished like me? Are you avoiding being punished by me?" Faster then she could comprehend, Maken was up, with his hand gripped tightly around her neck, and her back against the wall.
"You are the last creature I'd ever be afraid of," he spat, venom thick in his voice, his eyes blazing with resentment.
"I take it you do have a plan then," she chuckled triumphantly. "You may not seem like the type, but your short fuse makes it easy for you to fall into any trap."
"I may not be able to hurt you now," Maken spoke, making his grip on her harder, but not enough to cut off her breathing, "but when the chance arises again, I will end your life."
"And when that happens, I'll be out of Dlender's service," Rinya replied, a smirk on her face. "Then I'll be able to put up a fight against you. You know I'll always be in Dlender's service, so you'll never get the chance to even try to take my life."
"Don't disturb me again," he snapped, practically throwing her out.
\AN/
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Wow I don't have to any disclaimers for this chapter XP
Preview of Chapter 10:
(Haven't thought of A Title Yet)
Kita - Where's Tiffany at?
Aneeta - I don't know. I didn't see her.
Amaya - This place is small.
Kotona - Yeah it is. We should ask Eliot to make it bigger.
Kita - And to add in a microphone! So it can project our voices !
Kotona - You're loud enough with out one.
Kita - You can never be loud enough!
Aneeta - Anyways, this is Amaya Parker everyone. She was submitted by dark charmer. xo.
Kotona - Would you like to tell us anything else about you?
Amaya - No not really.
Kita - Come on. There's gotta be something.
Amaya - No there isn't. I'm sorry, I've got to be somewhere.
*Amaya leaves and Tiffany rushes in*
Tiffany - You guys aren't gong to believe what I did!
Aneeta - What?
Tiffany - I ate....MEAT!
Kita - You did?!?!
Tiffany - Yeah, but it was worth it.
Kotona - Why'd you do it?
*Tiffany giggles nervously*
