A/N

Hello there! Angel here. Sorry it's been so long! T-T I had vacations, computer problems, and much more.

Happy New Year to everybody! Enjoy the chapter!

I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew.

Chapter 10

Rubbing my eyes wearily as I wake up, I silence my annoying alarm with a good slap. Today was Caramel's last day. We were taking her to the airport at seven. I wouldn't see her until the summer, but that wasn't the only thing bothering me. First, Miki was still in my house and she didn't seem well, or at all ready to start flying around again. Second, the increase of aliens. Kisshu arriving a couple days ago was troublesome.

We Mews had enough on our hands with Vlad and Miki. I wonder what will happen when Taruto and Kisshu get hostile. I have to tell everyone about Kisshu, but I'm sure that the news will depress Ichigo. She didn't seem happy when filling me in about him. On the walk to school, I keep a lookout for any of the Mews. I really didn't want to see them. I really didn't want to get Ichigo down. So I was hoping that the news would flow in some other way.

Throughout the day, Ichigo didn't notice my avoiding her. Lucky for me, I guess. I practically ran home after school. I'd managed to get off work because it was Caramel's last day. Caramel was in her room, checking to make sure she hadn't left anything behind. Miki was in the bed, wrapped up tightly in blankets. Caramel looks up and smiles sadly at me.

"I really wish I didn't have to leave; all the homework waiting for me will be awful." She complains, zipping up her suitcase. I grin at her, she would think of that. We both hear Grandfather climbing the stairs to get Caramel's suitcase. I quickly cover Miki with the blankets and open the bedroom door.

"You'll take care of her, won't you?" Caramel asks suddenly. I stare at her for a few seconds, and then before I can answer Grandfather comes in. He asks Caramel about her stay and takes her suitcase. We have no choice but to follow him. Caramel throws one more glance behind her shoulder before leaving. I look back too, staring at the child sized lump in the sheets.

On the car ride to the airport, after dinner made by Grandmother, I think about the aliens. Vlad, who has jagged daggers and always seems like the Mews are boring. Taruto, who helped me when I broke my arm and was one of the original aliens. Kisshu, who was supposed to be dead. And Miki, who had an electric whip and sometimes acted like a little kid and sometimes acted evil.

As I went through my memories of the aliens, I remember a fight between Miki and Vlad that I had forgotten about. Miki mentioning a gift related to depression. If it was related to depression, then what could she use it for? Making people depressed? That wouldn't really help in a fight I don't think. I wonder if there's a way to get Miki to confess her gift.

Hugging Caramel goodbye, she makes me promise to take care of Miki. I agree wearily and wonder if I can fulfill that promise. In turn, Caramel vows to return on her next break from school. After Caramel thanks my grandparents for their hospitality, she boards the plane, waving at us. I'm sad to see her go, and I feel oddly homesick. I miss my parents and Keira also. Soon I'm back at the house, wandering up the stairs and going into the guest room. I need to get Miki out of there before Grandmother or Grandfather discovers her. Of course she isn't that heavy, and I easily carry her to my room. Sadly, I'll have to lend her my bed. It'll help her heal better than lying on the stiff floor. After I get Miki settled on the bed, I inspect her burns. They don't look as bad, just washed out red stripes on her skin. I decide to let them air out. Pulling off the band-aids quickly, I pray that Miki doesn't wake up.

Thankfully, she doesn't. That must mean that she's pretty messed up. Oh god. What if she's in a coma or something? Or has a concussion? I look down worriedly at Miki. Her face is emotionless. Hopefully she's not in a coma. Once I have a snack and watch some TV with Grandfather, I slowly return upstairs and try to form a place to sleep on the floor. Once I'm satisfied, I lay down to sleep, suddenly exhausted. A dream starts. I'm transformed as Mew Vanilla. Standing in the snow, I'm searching for something.

I begin to run around looking. I enter a wooden shed and search, pushing aside random objects, like empty bottles and old books. As I dig, more and more dust is sprung up and I sneeze. Soon I leave. Seeing something shimmer in the snow, I bend down to pick it up. It's a glass teacup with gold trim and a gold handle. Suddenly I ripped from the dream. Trying to adjust to the darkness, I wonder why I woke. Sitting up, I look around. Miki's still where I left her.

Huh. I wonder what woke me up. Glancing out my window before lying back down, I see something that makes me shriek. It's Vlad. After I'm done being horrified, I'm angry. Maybe he's finally come for Miki. But he should've come during the daytime. Standing, I bang on the window loudly, which makes him narrow his eyes at me. I pull open the window, with much effort.

"What are you doing?" I demand. Vlad's surprise quickly fades and his usual bored look returns.

"I'm retrieving Miki." He replies. I stare openly at him.

"It took you long enough. She can't leave though, she's injured and knocked out." I tell him. Vlad just shrugs. "Just leave." I sigh, knowing he won't.

"I can't leave without her." Vlad informs me and inspects the window frame. He isn't going to climb through the window…is he?

"You better not come in here. I can call the police." I warn him, then realize he probably has no idea who the police are.

"The police aren't needed." Vlad replies tonelessly. I blink. How does he…? Oh well. I compare the size of the window frame to him and decide that he can't fit through. Although, he can just teleport in here. Wait, then why hasn't he? Maybe he forgot…But he doesn't strike me as the forgetful type. I can't prevent him from teleporting in here, so I pray he doesn't decide to. So I try to distract him from breaking-and-entering tactics.

"Why do you need Miki now? Why not get her when she first went missing?" I ask as Vlad tries to look past me and into my bedroom.

"I thought she was out fighting with you." Vlad answers, not abandoning his task.

"Overnight?" I persist, blocking his view.

"You never know." Vlad says, floating up higher to get a better view. He really must have confidence in Miki to let her disappearance slide for five days.

"What if she was truly in trouble, like she is now?" I ask. Vlad sighs and finally looks at me.

"Stop asking annoying questions. Let me see Miki." I would let him if he wasn't an enemy and if he stopped acting like I was extremely boring.

"No. I already said no. She's really beat up." I snap and am tempted to slam the window shut. Vlad looks exasperated now. He abruptly shoves his arm through the window and grabs my shoulder, effortlessly pushing me down. I would yell, but I couldn't wake my grandparents. He's stronger than I thought he was. Vlad easily slips through the window. He's skinnier than I thought he was too. Barely sparing me a glance, he looks down on Miki, inspecting he burn marks.

"What did you do to her?" He asks. I turn away from him, looking around my room for something to hit him with. "Mew, did you hear me?" Vlad demands. I don't turn to look at him, and decide to smack him with a book lying on my dresser. I'd hit him on the head then shove him back out the window. Hopefully that'll help him get the message.

Amazingly, Vlad never turns to look at me. I stretch to get the book and finally wrap my fingers around the binding. I turn quietly and stand, raising it over my head. Unfortunately, Vlad turns just in time as I'm bringing down the book. Faster than ever, Vlad grabs my wrist and twists it so that I drop the book. I flinch at the slam the book makes when it falls to the ground. Vlad narrows his eyes at me, bored look gone.

"Well." He says. I try to break free from his grip and fail. Why does he have to be stronger than me? I try harder to break free, but it only hurts my wrist. "You shouldn't try to attack me Mew." Vlad warns me. I glare at him.

"Let go." I demand. Looking for other objects to throw at him, I notice that Miki is stirring. Vlad follows my gaze. I start walking toward the bed. Her face looks pained now that she's waking up. Her bright green eyes open quickly and she stares at me then looks to Vlad.

"Vanilla…? Vlad!" She sits up, winces, then flops back down. "Where am I?" She asks. Vlad and I both spring to answer.

"At the Mew's home."

"At my house!" I glare at Vlad, who is still holding my wrist.

Miki stares at us, wide eyed. Then she grins. "I knew you liked me, Vanilla! So you brought me to your house, which smells too much like flowers might I add." I sigh. Did she forget completely what happened? "Where's the other girl?" Miki asks. She must mean Caramel.

"She's gone. And luckily alright, considering the fact you kidnapped her." I snap, remembering the incident.

Ignoring me, Miki says "Where is my whip?" I'd forgotten all about it. It was probably at the park. I shrug in reply. Miki examines her wounds. "Your friend's annoying. Wrapping me up like that."

"It was so you didn't kill her!" I burst. Vlad's grip on my wrist tightens and I try to pull free, getting angrier. Miki watches the struggle in an amused way, leaning forward. It was strange how she just ignored all my accusations. I thought back to the crazy gleam she gets in her eyes. It sent shivers down my spine just thinking about it. Miki looked at me in interest, her eyes shining. I glared back, debating how long it would take Vlad to recover if I kicked him in the shin.

Maybe I should just transform. But then this would turn into a full on fight and my grandparents and the neighbors would wake up. So I was stuck. Why couldn't Vlad just let me go?

"Let go Vlad." I demand. He looks shocked all of the sudden and I quickly break free, backing away. Interesting. Vlad must've thought I hadn't known his name…? It didn't really matter. Miki giggled and pushed the covers of her body. Looking down she seems confused.

"What am I wearing?" Miki asks. I sigh. She really doesn't appreciate Caramel's kindness to the fullest.

"Some spare clothes of mine." I reply. Miki sniffs.

"Where are my clothes?" She cries. She's not going to like the answer.

"In the trash can. They were singed." I answer. Miki looks angry, but she doesn't look insane. She simply sighs and tries to sit up again.

I can't help wondering how I'm going to get these two out of my house.

A/N

Yeah, bad ending. I know, I know.

Well, this chapter was alright. I'm still thinking about pairings. I have two in mind. So prepare yourselves! I really want to start another story, but inspiration isn't coming. It'll probably be an OC story though, because I'm always worried about making the original characters out of character. Any ideas? No, you don't have to donate any. XD

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