I know it took forever to post, forgive me!!! Well, if you don't want to, you don't have to, but, you know, it'd be nice. Um, this is a REALLY short chapter, 'cause I'm having horrible writers block on how to bring about the 3rd mew, but rest assured, I think I'm, MAYBE, getting past it. K, hope this helps the wait!

"You got a what at where now?" Sarah gawked uncomprehendingly at Freedom, her expression trying to find a balance between being incredulous and disgusted. She had asked Freedom, now that her weekend-lockdown was over with, if she wanted to head over to do some window-shopping after school (which wasn't window shopping so much as getting something from a café and Sarah making rude remarks about how people dress).

Freedom sighed. "I can't do anything after school tonight because I got a job at Café Mew Mew."

"Forget the place, you got a job? Without telling me?"

"Um… yeah?"

Sass glowered. "So friendship since the 3rd grade means nothing to you then?"

Oh my- give it a rest! "Hey, it was practically thrown at me." No, that's the wrong word, completely is a much more realistic term, "And, well, it has good pay? I couldn't really say no." Sarah continued to glower. "I'm sorry, okay?! It's not like I planned to go behind your back with it."

Sarah huffed. "Whatever, at least it's a café, You You, was it? Anyway, you can get me discounts."

"Sure…" Freedom wondered how Sass would react if she ever saw the place. "Anything interesting happen this weekend?"

"Nah, you?" Freedom was thankful that, coming from Sarah, that was a rhetorical question. Sarah leaned away, munching on her taco. "I still can't believe you got a job, how'd you managed to get hired?"

"Did I here you say Freedom got a job?" Jon walked over with raised eyebrows. His tray clunking down on the table. "Where's this?"

"Something called café Goo Goo or another, does this piece of meat look like the cafeteria lady's gum to you?"

Jon ignored the last part and turned to Freedom in surprise. "You mean Café Mew Mew? Isn't that the new place that just went up, the pink one?"

Suddenly there was pre-chewed taco being spit out on the cafeteria floor, causing a few heads to turn. Sass looked at Freedom in horror. Jon mused obliviously at the mess on the floor his girlfriend had created. "What?"

Freedom laughed nervously. "You know, you sounded just like Mr. Crank right there…"

"Freedom, you said you weren't doing drugs."

"I'm not!"

"Then what possessed you to get a job there?"

"So you've heard of it?" Freedom dodged evasively, wondering if she could get away with hiding in some storage closet until school ended and she was safe from Sass.

"What were you thinking?! It looks more like a 'My Little Pony' castle than anything else! And you're working there?"

"I said it had good pay, didn't I?!" Freedom could feel their argument attracting more attention than she would have liked.

Sarah shot to her feet and twirled around in a way that made you think of an infuriated movie star, grabbing Jon's arm, she dragged him away with her towards the school yard. "And you can forget getting me discounts!" She yelled over her shoulder.

Freedom plunked her head on the cafeteria table, trying her hardest not to make contact with the prying eyes around her. What a great start to the day. She thought sarcastically.

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"Bonnie! It's coming to you!"

Bonnie had already seen it coming, she always did, but that didn't stop her from being ecstatic at getting it (again). "GOT IT!!"

The opposing team watched in dismay as the little blond head darted straight to the ball, piercing blue eyes gleaming in anticipation. Her tiny legs pumped her up to the ball at a surprising speed. Without a second thought she jumped a good few feet into the air and spiked it down to the scuffed floor on the other team's side.

"Point!" called out the coach. He glanced down at his watched quickly, almost hopefully. "Okay you guys, head to the locker rooms and change, class ends in 4 minutes!"

Bonnie let out a triumphant giggle. "Yes! Yes yes YES!" That was sooo much fun! I could do this all day!

"Bonnie! That was amazing!" The blond turned to look at her best friend, her grin practically leaping off her face.

"I know! Did you see that jump? Wasn't that a fun game!!" The blonde's face immediately turned into a childish look of concern as her friend winced. "Colette, what's wrong? Did you hurt something? Your knee?! Did the other team attack you behind my back while I was spiking?!"

"Bonnie! You're doing it again." Colette tugged her brown braid apologetically. "Being a little over hyper, I mean."

"Oh! Oh, sorry, I just can't!- Uh, I like being happy." Bonnie concentrated hard on holding a normal sized smile in place.

"I know, I know. By the way, what'd you do for the science project?"

Bonnie's eyes grew wide. "What science project?"

Colette gave her a wry look, "The one that's due today?"

Bonnie blinked.

"It's worth half our current grade, you know?" Colette couldn't help but feel the urge to giggle at her friend.

Bonnie blinked again.

"The one you promised your parents you wouldn't forget to do?"

"OH MY GOSH I TOTALLY FORGOT! AHHHHHHHH!" Bonnie ran out of the gym screaming, forgetting completely to change.

Colette heard the giggling from the other students as they listened to her friend slowly fade away down the hallway. She turned to them with a hard glare. "All right, who gave Bonnie sugar for lunch?" Most of the kids shuffled under her glare uncomfortably, but one of the boys was a dead giveaway with his twitching grin. Colette's face turned a dangerous shade of red. The boy saw this and immediately took off, dragging one of his friends with him. Colette screamed at his snickering back. "Timmy Dahwe! Your dead!"

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Tyrais entered the immensely quiet room, her violet eyes immediately locking onto the stone solid figure on the other side, typing on the giant computer. "Yakuro?" she walked up to his back, unsure of where to exactly place herself, "You feeling okay?"

His typing paused, though he had already heard her enter. "What? No snobby 'I told you so's?"

Her short hair frizzed with indignation. "Shut it, I don't need to take this from you. I have better things to do than-"

"You already proved you were ticked at me before, Tyrais." His typing resumed, with a little more force than before. "Remember? I admitted that not only did the stupid mew beat the Chimera Anima, but I told my name to her." His typing was controlled; otherwise the keys would probably break by the amount of force he wished to put on them. "And now, I find that not only did Mew Freedom get away, but the stupid girl who had been with her was the second mew."

What? This was news to Tyrais. "When'd you find out?"

"Just now when you barged into my room." The yellow-eyed alien stated primly.

Tyrais's mini-tank and skirt swished with her protesting stomp. "I came to check on you!"

"I don't require a baby sitter."

Her face flushed a dark red under her olive skin. "Fine then! Next time I won't come in and make sure you didn't commit suicide and abandon us all!"

Yakuro sprang from his seat, turning his hot anger on her equally venomous rage. "Please, as if you were worried! It's always about you, you, you!"

"You're nothing but a hot headed bag of air!"

"You're just a selfish, self-centered, over achieving cat!"

"Uppity jerk!"

"Thoughtless scrooge!"

"Pig-headed!"

"Ugly!"

"FAILURE!"

"SHUT-UP!" Yakuro shoved her off balance, his eyes widening into a crazy glare. "Never call me that, NEVER! I am not a failure! I'm not! GET, OUT, NOW!"

Tyrais hid her hurt face by covering it with a furious glare. With a swish of frizzed hair and a squeak of her boots being abruptly turned, she stalked out of the room, wishing the automatic doors would pick up on the mood and slam shut behind her.

Yakuro, you jerk… Her glare drained into a sad face on the verge of tears. How had this happened? They had been such good friends when they were little, before his mom had… Did he remember? Did he ever think of how they always laughed and were comrades? Did he ever miss not being a control freak and making sure others listened to him? I miss the old Yakuro.

She remembered one memory of him when they had first become friends. As a school trip they had gone to the chemical labs to see some experiments. Him and Tyrais were the highest in their class. Over achieving, her mind recalled Yakuro just stating. They had both by far excelled in the grade expectations. During the chemical show he had come up to her carrying a stopped glass tube that held a lovely indigo gas.

"You see this?" He asked her, his yellow eyes bright as he smiled.

Tyrais had examined it closely, her long braided hair tilting to favor one shoulder. "What is it?" she had asked curiously.

"It's called chemical O34, you're just like it." He held it out for closer inspection. "You're pretty, just like the color, but your prettiness also makes you dangerous. O34 can knock you right out if your not careful."

She had blushed at his flattery. "You're right, it is just like me!"

Tyrais could see it now. His glossy hair shimmering in the lab lights as it was tossed around by his excited little head. She thought longingly of his yellow eyes that always sparkled with the thought of a new challenge. That happy smile and laugh he had always had…

"Tyrais?"

Tyrais nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice. She whirled around to find Xakiteu had come up behind her. His eyes widened as he assessed her and with a pang she remembered her tears. "What's wrong, Xakiteu?" she asked brusquely, sliding her hand quickly across her eyes to hide the evidence.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Then… I want to help Yakuro, Tyrais."

She looked at the blond boy in surprise. He's always so serious. Darn that Yakuro, it's his fault. She thought about it, Xakiteu's red eyes trying to scrutinize her thoughts. "You know…" she glanced back at him. "It's not a bad idea, Yakuro needs a break. How about me and you go on a 'scouting' mission, and see what we can do?"

The young boy dove right in. "You mean lie behind Yakuro's back?"

"I mean," she soothed sensibly, "give Yakuro some time to recover, and maybe even eliminate a problem or two for him. He'd be happier if some certain mews were out of World Domination's way."

Xakiteu looked at her uncertainly. "Well… so long as he won't be mad…"

What he won't know won't hurt his huge brain. "Don't worry," she quickly intervened, "I'll take care of everything." Over achiever, Yakuro's voice murmured in her head. She winced. "Well, you can get the teleportation system ready. Set it for the mew mew base."

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"For the last time chica, I'm not putting it on."

Freedom groaned with wavering patience, "Please, Cinnamon, don't call me chica. And you have to wear it! It's the café's official uniform!"

"If you thrust that mound of frilliness at me again, I'll burn it."

Freedom's mouth opened and closed. She wasn't sure if it was physically safe for her to protest against the older Mexican. They had been struggling like this for 20 minuets, Ryo had shown Cinnamon the ropes, and the girl had promptly stated that she would 'never allow herself to be seen wearing such chorreras costumes'. Instead of Ryo being a dutiful adult, he told Freedom to convince her and ran off to work the shop. The jerk! I'm asking for a raise after this! Her day hadn't been that great anyway, after Sass stomped off, she had apparently failed her math test, and then almost got ran over after school when she raced to the café so as to not be late (which she was anyway). But did Ryo care? Did Ryo, her boss, say 'I understand, don't worry about it', no, he said that Freedom should learn to be more responsible and had to stay late cleaning tonight. Its amazing how one random guy can totally kill my way of life. Freedom focused back to the problem at hand.

"Look Cinnamon, I really have to go. My brother's getting out of school in," she glanced down at her watch, her eyes growing huge, "right now?! Oh man, oh man." Without thinking she shoved the dress towards Cinnamon, who expertly dodged it. "Just put this on and do the job thing! I gotta go!"

Cinnamon watched as Freedom race out of the room mumbling something about 'unjust punishments'. She glanced down at the obnoxious outfit, wondering how quickly she could incinerate it. After all, she did thrust it at me, I told her not too.

Just then Ryo glanced into the room, "Hey, where'd Freedom go?"

Cinnamon leveled a stare at him. "Who knows." Ryo cocked an eyebrow, and then looked down at her uniform. "I'm not wearing it." She said in a voice that made people less inclined to argue with her.

Ryo sighed. "We'll talk about this later. Go and help out in the kitchen, I'll see if Retasu can play waitress for today."

Cinnamon followed him out with a satisfied smirk.

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"Wow, what happened to you?" Freedom looked down at her little brother and his friend in surprise.

Timothy Dahwe glared up at his older sister in defiance. "Noth'in." He mumbled.

Freedom rolled her eyes. "Timmy, you guys look like you just took a dirt bath, if mom sees you like this, I'll get in trouble. She'll want to know how it happened anyway-"

"So leave it up to mom then!" His blue eyes blazed angrily.

Freedom glanced over at his friend, setting her glare for tell-or-else mode. "Rickie, what happened?"

Rickie was a rather pudgy 3rd grader who usually came and hung out at the Dahwe residence on weekends. For the most part, he was a polite kid and did what he was told. It was Timmy who usually brought out his bad more mischievous side. Now, however, he looked between the frightening teen and angry friend, not sure whom to side with.

"Rickie." Freedom pressed.

"He… uh, we gave Bonnie sugar." Timmy smacked the back of Rickie's head, making the poor unfortunate friend protest along the lines of 'she made me!'.

Freedom gave her brother a surprised look. "So you gave some kid sugar, that doesn't explain the coated-in-dirt thing."

"Yeah it does!" Timmy's hair bobbed in outrage. "If Bonnie gets sugar, she gets real hyper, and it's funny! But she's not supposed to eat sugar, so we tricked her, and when Colette found out-"

"Who's Colette?"

"Bonnie's best friend."

"Ah."

"So when she found out, and she got another group of girls and threw dirt at us!"

I think I like Colette. Freedom sighed heavily. "You get yourself in the weirdest kinds of trouble kid."

"Hey!" Timmy shouted in protest, but Freedom quickly cut him off. She grabbed Rickie and Timmy's hand and towed them towards the school.

"C'mon, We'll see if we can wash you up so it only looks like you tripped into a mud hole."

After forcing them inside and dragging them over to the restrooms she went and waited by the large gym, praying they knew how to wash themselves. Freedom glanced in and found the elementary volleyball team was having a practice.

One kid, a little blond haired girl, was kicking butt. Anytime the ball came near her side, she was suddenly springing into the air and shooting it down to the opposing teams floor. It also appeared the other team was used to this, as they rarely made a run for the ball and just submissively excepted defeat.

"That's her." Came a sulky voice behind Freedom, who turned to regard her younger brother, who actually cleaned up pretty well. "Bonnie," he indicated the yellow headed ball of energy, "is the best at volleyball, and she's real funny."

Freedom raised her eyebrows at the way he was speaking. No way, Timmy likes a girl? "Is she smart?" She asked neutrally.

"She's blond." He stated simply, though he grinned when he said it.

"Do you know her well?" Freedom asked with a cat's grin in her voice.

Timmy was too quick for her. He turned and regarded her hauntingly. "No, she's just easy to pick on."

"Alright then." I'll get it out of Ricky later. "Let's go grab your friend and head home, I have to get back to work." She took one last glance at her brother's crush, who had just won the game for her side, before following her brother.

I know, simple, but hey, it gave you a few smiles, right??? Eh, I know I don't deserve it with my intense slowness, but would you review?? Let me know if you have any ideas on how to proceed, 'cause I have one, but I love getting feedback on what I should do. HAVE A GOOD N OVEMBER!