Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew, Mew Mew Power, or Tokyo A La Mode.
I noticed, after I re-read the previous chapter, that there was a misunderstanding. When Kimura says: "Brothers! And my newest, recent sister." He is referring to the brotherly bond between all the Crescentors. But, he has to keep his stance and false character. He is indeed Cream's father. Hence the reason why she has connections. Sorry about the misunderstanding.
P.S. When he kissed the back of her hand, it was part of the whole act. It wasn't intentional in any way.
Read on to understand:
11. A confession from the heart.
"I have a father!" I raised from my chair hastily, anger filling my lungs. "And he's human, unlike you lot!"
"Cream." Daisuke warned.
"No! I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do! If Shallow Kimura is my father, he has no damn right to keep me away from my mother. What, was he once my mother's husband?"
"You are making out as if I am not here, Cream." Kimura's voice sounded upset.
"Take a hint. I'm avoiding you." I acknowledged with a cursing undertone.
"Cream, I am not your biological father in this life. It was once another life you were my daughter. Your name was Aimi Kimura."
"Oh, and that solves everything. Except, there's one problem... IT STILL MAKES ME A FREAK!" I had managed to knock over a juice jug rather then hitting someone.
"I think we'll talk about this later. Right now, it's time for you to get settled in for your erase." Kimura sold out, turning his back.
The Crescentors lead me to a booth, with a non-attachment to the ground. And we were pulled down onto the ground.
"Hop out," Ayumu ordered lightly, taking hold of my hand. I jumped down. I saw Daisuke fret a bit.
Juro handed me a red cloak, and I put it on wordlessly.
We passed river banks, canals and glorious hollow trees, branded with red autumn leaves on its branches; until we finally made a stand-still in front of a cottage embroidered with vines and freesia.
Inside, it was brightly lit up with candles attached to the walls, and a homely two-seat sofa. It was, astonishly, comforting. The fire place was lit, with a row of flowers lining it's board. There also happened to be a picture of the Mews and I, framed in a silver plate. I turned away from the memory. I would ask about it later.
They lead me through a door, which creaked at the hinges to reveal a wide-set room; peaked ceiling and an outward window cascading a window ledge that I could sit and stare out. The king bed, carved with pine wood and metal, had honorable taste with perfection. It was frocked with a flocked bedset. It was a contemporary room, with all the essences needed i.e. wardrobe, pine dresser, desk and phoneline. Though I can't imagine why I'd need that.
My suitcases seemed to be already unpacked over the bed, and I decided to ignore the fact they had opened it. But it still caused my insides to bleak with fear.
"We'll let you freshen up before our planned duties. The bathroom is over there." And as Juro said this, they teleported away.
I sighed before flopping down in the corner, bending my head into my knees and sobbing.
I let my mind flow with memories of Earth. The time us Mew's had a water fight as the summer subsided. The time when we all splashed in the pool at Pudding's birthday party. And most of all, the memories of their first meeting.
There were also the Cyniclons, who I had only known for a short while. When they had helped us plan out my safety. Or the time where they all saved the one they loved. Who I could tell they loved. Kisshu loved Ichigo with all his heart. Taruto loved sweet little pudding with a passion. And Pai was more then a little confused by his love for Lettuce.
Ryou and Akasaka were the best companions to support my interpretation in the Mew category. They were still good friends.
After my no-use tears had slowly began to surfice with a smile at the moments, I got up and went through to the family room. Well, my lonely only-one-person-of-a-family-now room. Above the fireplace, were pictures they had apparently snuck into my house and transported here. Secondly, there were pictures of my graduation from elementary school. Third and fourthly, a picture of the Mews being silly, with Akasaka slipping behind with a cake in his hands, and my party hat on my head. It was my birthday, and they had thrown me a surprise party. Ryou had taken the photo unexpectedly, but we all saw the flash warning and pulled a silly face before the snapshot. The fourth picture, was with Ryou.
I picked it up and stared at it for a brief, long moment, just trying to mesmorize Ryou's face. His eyes, his lips, his hair. All were predestined with future perfection, descending from his now present beauty. I put two and two together as I ran my finger along his arm, that hung over my shoulder with a safeguard mode.
We both looked uncomfortable, but still had smiles on our faces. He hugged me tightly and unnoticeably that day, I remembered shortly after the reference. And we had both, with doubt, laughed before we departed. And, I whispered the words I never got to say, pressing the picture against my heart.
"Ryou... I love you."