Disclaimer: If I owned Tokyo Mew Mew, Kish would ditch Ichigo and date me!
Kish- Once again! Runs screaming
"Tart!" yelled Kish at the top of his lungs. "Where is he?" the alien wondered, exasperated. He had been searching for his companion for several hours. He was very hoarse from all the yelling. "He's probably on the planet," Kish muttered, wincing as his throat protested.
Kish hadn't been able to bring himself to set foot on the planet anymore, knowing that all his chances to be with Ichigo were over. However, he had to find Tart. Kish scowled at his friend for putting him in this predicament.
"Well, there's no help for it," Kish decided, sighing in a long-suffering way. He headed to Earth, to Café Mew Mew, to ask if anyone had seen Tart.
Kish had to force himself to enter the café. He was afraid he'd see Ryou, or, even worse, Ichigo. He steeled himself to enter the doors, and then stepped into the café. Ichigo had better not be the hostess.
She wasn't. "Welcome to Café Mew Mew," Zakuro said in a bored voice, as she filed her nails. "Lettuce will be your server… as soon as she's done with the dishes. In the mean time, please have a seat."
"Have you seen Tart?" Kish asked the model, not moving from where he stood.
Zakuro glanced up. She looked slightly shocked, but she quickly masked her surprise. "He's absorbed in a conversation with Pudding, which is why I'm stuck greeting customers. Have you seen Ichigo, Masaya, or Ryou?"
"No," Kish answered. "Thankfully. None of them are here?"
Zakuro snorted. "Much to the distress of Lettuce, who has a great, obvious crush on Ryou, and the distress of Mint, who we all know is going out with Masaya." Zakuro rolled her eyes in annoyance that the other girls would dare pine over boys on the job.
"Mint's dating Masaya?" Kish asked curiously.
"Yeah, everyone except Ichigo knows too. Ichigo's dating Masaya on the side because she doesn't like Ryou, and we all know that except Ryou. Well, maybe Pudding doesn't know," Zakuro amended. "She's too busy staring into your midget friend's eyes. Speaking of Tart, can't you get him away from here? He's even convinced Keiichiro to give him an employee pass so he and Pudding can talk while she's supposed to be working."
"He doesn't listen to me," Kish warned the older girl. "I can try though."
"Well that's fine, just go get a table, you're blocking traffic," snapped Zakuro impatiently.
Kish went to a table for lack of anything else to do. He sat down, noting with amusement that he was attracting strange looks. He supposed it was his ears and clothing, which he had been told made him look like a 'demented cross dresser.' Spotting Lettuce, he waved her over. "Might I have a cup of tea?" he asked primly in a very bad British accent.
Lettuce frowned. "Kish, what are you doing here?" she asked the alien.
"Looking for Tart. Zakuro says he's here…"
"Yes, he's in the back."
Kish nodded, then frowned. "I think… Bye! Thanks for the tea!" he vanished, teleporting to someplace else.
It was Lettuce's turn to frown. "What was that about?" she wondered aloud.