Gah! I haven't updated in forever! I own nothing! Thanks to Essence of Gold for providing this pairing.

The purple-haired former wolf mew sighed with a look out the window of the studio towards the noon-time sun. Dark clouds could be seen on the horizon, she could tell it was going to storm soon. She thought of the fateful day five years ago. The awakening of Deep Blue, alien overlord, supposedly vanquished by Mew Ichigo and her lover Masaya Ayoama through the power of Mew Aqua. Zakuro shuddered at the thought of his piercing deep blue eyes staring coldly into hers as his black hair that was longer than her own blowed about in the light wind, his cold, almost paper white, skin, and the grace about his destructive movements.

She took a deep breath as her heart started pounding from the fear she had never admitted he caused. Zakuro didn't feel, that was how she worked, at least that was what she wanted everyone to think she worked. She wouldn't admit she was an admirer of Deep Blue. She admired the strength he possessed, the determination, the dedication, the belief in his cause, though she didn't support his means of getting what he wanted. That was one thing she never understood, how could a man, or whatever he was, with such power not realize that he would need more than a temper tantrum to get what he wanted? He had all the means to take over Earth, how could he choose the way he had?

There would always be opposition, if he had defeated the mews someone else would have risen, he must have realized this as a leader. She couldn't comprehend his move to eliminate them. There was no point in destroying what he longed for, so why risk everything on a move that could and did destroy him? She couldn't figure it out, and why did she care so much that he was gone? He was her enemy, not only her enemy, but the enemy leader.

"Miss Zakuro, we've arrived," he valet informed her. She nodded and flinched at the light from the flashing cameras as a body guard opened her door. Stupid press, following me everywhere, Zakuro thought as the guards hurried her along into the building she had the meeting with a producer at. Thunder rolled and Zakuro looked up at the sky where the alien base had been. She would never forget that diamond-shaped ship. It was hard to think back to the day she fought the aliens and chimera near the pagoda next to this corporate office. She shook her head, she had to keep her mind on her work no matter what.

"Zakuro-san, it's so good to see you," she heard the producer say. They had never worked together, she didn't understand his reception.

"Good to see you too, now let's just get down to business," she said in a passive voice.

"You never were one to beat around the bush," he said with an oddly eerie laugh. Zakuro blinked and decided she was imagining things. But how did he know this? She didn't have a reputation for small talk, but he had never worked with her, this was actually his first movie, he couldn't know this information. She couldn't help but think it odd that the man had black hair, it was short, but nonetheless spooky.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked confused by his knowledge of her character.

"You've forgotten already? What a pity, I had hoped you would remember an old acquaintance," he flashed an evil looking grin, and Zakuro gasped as his disguise dropped, then reappeared.

"Deep Blue," she growled. She instinctively reached for her pendant, but realized even if she had it, it wouldn't do any good. She couldn't do anything, the mew mews powers had vanished after things became peaceful again. She was helpless, he could do anything and she could do nothing to stop him.

"You remember," he laughed again, and he took a step closer to her.

"How could I forget?" she hissed at him, he could tell she was obviously upset by his presence in her life once more. What a pity, he had been prepared to let her live, but now he wasn't so sure.

"How would I know, I know nothing of the humans, only that they are thieves?" Zakuro shrugged at his question, but she wanted to smile, there was that confidence again.

"What are you doing back here?" she asked in so casual a tone Deep Blue was actually taken aback by it. "How are you even alive?" Zakuro asked, again casually.

"T-that's none of your business," he said, his voice faltering.

"Oh really?" she asked, with a cocky smile, taking a few steps closer to him, actually pulling his tie to pull him to her. "I think it is, considering you sought me out," she pulled him even closer.

"What does it matter to you?" he asked, trying to calm his nerves from the mews lack of fear. It clicked with Zakuro, he was unsettled by her lack of fear, the mews had been brave enough to stand against him before, and that's why he made an irrational decision.

"Why shouldn't it matter, it concerns me, why seek me, why not seek a member more likely to grovel in submission?" she was subtly hinting that she knew how to get to him, but he didn't pick up on it, his primitive instincts starting to get the better of him. With each question Zakuro pulled him closer, making him more and more uncomfortable, and they were soon mere inches apart.

He suddenly let go and kissed her full on the lips, his instincts making it wild with passion. Zakuro struggled to get away, squirming and trying to punch him or something, anything to get away. But he had flipped the situation so she was pressed between the wall and his own body. He held her arms back and he was simply too strong for her.

He didn't realize she still needed breath, and he didn't stop, despite her panting and squirming. When she finally went limp e realized what was happening and quickly pulled away, what had he just done? She wasn't moving, and he had done this? He let out a laugh and drew a knife. He finished her while she was out, with a simple slit of her throat in her unconscious fit. No one would ever know of his treachery, now that the only witness was dead. He teleported out, feeling the slightest bit of guilt, and that tiny micro-sliver of guilt would one day bring the worlds together.

I know, I'm evil, but I'm really trying to keep people in character, which I can't sy I've always done a good job of with these. But I'm trying, please don't kill me.