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13. Reunion.
Daisuke and I had to teleport straight from my dorm, and in the next few minutes we were in Tokyo, near the tower. He had carried my suitcases and said he would go check into a hotel. I shot him a glare and he snickered, promising we'd have seperate rooms.
Shallow had been very fatherly when he said I could stay on Earth for one more week, just so long in the company of Daisuke; who, might I add, promised to stay by my side. Right now, he wanted me to soak up as much Vitamin D possible until he teleports to find me. He seemed to disapprove the sudden paleness of my skin. I resulted to teleporting to a nearby beach; once out of view, of course.
The sun was shining, kids building sandcastles and splashing in the water. A normal day in Tokyo, and a normal day on Earth. I just hoped Daisuke would be here soon so we could tour Tokyo for just a little bit longer. I missed my parents, but I knew that if I saw them, they'd never let me go again. I already had a plan to say that Daisuke was my best friends brother. Miki. I would be sure to lay her in on the idea. She wouldn't mind. My explanation—not excuse—was that they had taken me in for comfort, and offered me their guestroom. I settled in fairly well. That was just a fraud, but Daisuke had taken me in. Therefore, it was the half-truth.
"Miss me?" Daisuke's voice lingered behind me as I felt someone touch my shoulders.
"You better not have teleported here noticeably. Shallow would kill you." I giggled.
He picked up a pebble off the shore and bounced it along the waves. I frowned.
"Want to try?" He asked, holding up a grey rock with a certain feather lightness to it. That was insulting.
"I'm not that weak."
"Would you prefer a boulder?" He laughed.
"Stop teasing me, Daisuke! I'm warning you!" I tried to make my intonation seem threatening.
"Growl." He made a clawing motion with his hand, in a girly way. We stared at each other before collapsing in laughter. "I never would've thought I'd have so much fun on Earth."
"You should move here someday, when you're no longer obeying Shallow." I circled him, admiring his physical features, trying to pick up any brutal misunderstandings about him. "You could pass as a human. Minus the color of your eyes."
Daisuke shut them, smiled, and made a reassuring peace sign with his hands.
We surfed, ate crepes, rode in theme parks, ate candy floss, went to the arcade and cinema. Until finally, we reached Inohara Park. A lot of memories flooded through my mind when I walked through here, listening to the cicadas; I tried to ignore them, but it didn't seem fair to drown happy memories with the sad ones. But it didn't seem fair on Daisuke, either.
While my head was watching my feet walk, I heard Daisuke's faint voice.
"You can cry if you want to."
"Huh?" I looked up.
"It's not good to hide a feeling from the past, it wouldn't be fair to forget everything that's happened between you and the Mews. So don't forget them." It was like he could read my emotions exactly.
"But... I won't remember them anyhow after a weeks time. So it's best to forget them now." I stated, gripping my hands into fists, sustaining the tears that threatened to flow.
"Wasn't the whole point of us coming here to see the Mews once again? You're better off not trying as, like you said, you..." His voice seemed painful as it trailed. "You won't remember them after."
"That's for sure." I smiled, stretching my arms up in the air, faking a yawn. "So, where to next?"
He looked dumbfounded, as if I thought he held a map.
"How about Cafe Mew Mew?" He asked, oblivious to my intentions of avoiding that place for a little longer.
Frowning, I said, "I don't feel hungry. How about we go to a shopping store?" My face lightened then dropped. "You need some new clothes."
"I happen to like my style." He looked around. "And I think other people do, too."
"Yeah... in the nineteen fifties." I teased.
He stuck his tongue out childishly, and I did the same. Everyone has to keep a bit of childhood with them.
"Okay, okay. We won't go to the cafe yet. But you know, since they're Mews, they could be fighting anyway. Minto could be in ballet class, Ichigo could be in Tennis club since she started. Lettuce could easily come out of the library. Pudding could be picking her little sister up from kindergarten. And, of course, Zakuro could come from a modeling shoot. It's too easy to bump into them. You'll have to face them sooner or later, this week I mean. Rather then... never."
"Ichigo only started because I told her how good it was to keep fit and run faster. I doubt, now I'm gone, she's still in that club. And, what about Berry? Oh no, no, no! It's more of a chance I'd bump into her since she began to meet up with the Saint Rose Crusaders again for an old chat. She could be with Tasuku shopping early this week. That's the most frequent reunion that could happen! Oh no! I cannot let it!" I ranted, while Daisuke was window shopping.
"Hey, maybe this! Or this! No wait, we can have matching outfits! Hm, things have changed since the 'ninteen fifties!' Wow, this is awesome! I might get this cap! Do you think it'll suits me?" He displayed his opinions.
"Daisuke! Were you even listening?" I beginning hitting him.
"Hey, hey! Cut it out!" He laughed.
My face went blue.
I sighed in resignation. "Yes, it looks good. Let's go buy it."
His eyes widened.
"B-b-b-but where would you get the money?" Daisuke's stutter was very graceful.
A platinum, gold credit card came into view from my pocket.
"Ta-da!"
"Where did you get that?" He exclaimed, more to himself then to me. Like he was grateful for my stunt, yet my tactics of offering to pay for him was beyond his imagination.
"I keep it in a safe place that I happened to grab my hands on while moving." The memory flashed across my mind, but I stiffed it. "It has alot of money that I had saved up for college intuition, but I doubt I'd need it now."
We had brought multiple of outfits, and we decided that maybe it was time to see Cafe Mew Mew once again from the outside. That way, it would be easier to bring up my courage to walk inside.
"It's time to look up to the past." Daisuke said. And, for almost the fourth time since our meeting, he was right.
Sighting the Cafe was almost too good to be true. The side had been repaired, and it seemed to have a new touch to it.
"Out with the old, in with the new, huh?" Daisuke asked, astonished, raising his eyebrows with open eyes.
"Daisuke!" I cursed.
He laughed it off before waving for me to follow.
"Uh..." I hesitated. "I'll just wait out here."
I turned to look up at the building, at the brink of reaching the sky. I didn't hear any footsteps, so I turned to look at Daisuke. He was frowning at me. Before I knew it, he had reached out and took me by the wrist and was dragging me down the pathway.
"Hey, hey, hey, wait!" I tried to disconnect my hand from his grip, waving my over selfishly.
"I'm not going to be the only one there. They might attack me." Daisuke didn't sound at all scared. But I was.
"Maybe I'm not ready."
"You'll never be ready until you start the race. Just think that the finish line is only a few feet away, and it's easier to concentrate on the goal." Daisuke exampled.
"You make it sound like we're about to race a horse." I joked.
"And you make it sound like you are about to cross a laser of death." Daisuke teased. My joke seemed to have backfired.
"You're mean." I poked my tongue out; but I couldn't help hanging my head low. "It's true. I am afraid of how they'll react, especially if they see you with me. They might think I am a Crescentor now."
"Nah. When you transformed into a Crescentor, your metamorphosis changed. Therefore, they'll know you're still Cream Miyuki." He paused. "I think it's great Ayumu isn't here to see this. He'd be protesting so badly!" He began to laugh; I didn't.
"I didn't like the reaction Ayumu had made once I told them I was going to Earth; after we began negotiating, he threw a fit of having to have to lose his bride-to-be." I sighed, not liking the sound of being forced to marry someone so callous.
Just forget about him I heard Daisuke think. "Don't worry, everything will turn out alright in the end."
His thoughts seemed to think differently. Please, oh please, don't make this a love square. Daisuke, Ayumu, Ryou, Katsuro and me. Wait, that would be called a love pentagon.
I forced a fake smile. "I guess I'll never know unless I try."
"That's the spirit! Let's go."
Opening the door to the cafe was no longer a rehearsal that played in my mind, but a simple past routine. It was a usual day in Cafe Mew Mew, everyone portraying daily chores. I was afraid for them to see me. Hopefully they have a new waitor, or waitress, to fulfill my place, so that he, or she, may serve me rather than past acquaintances. I made a run for it, but Daisuke held me back.
"Not so fast. You're staying right here." I could hear the smile in Daisuke's voice. I struggled in his grip.
"No, no, no! You cannot make me!" I shut my eyes, avoiding my surroundings.
"Cream?" A familiar voice hovered the air behind me. "Cream, is that you?"
I turned around slowly, locking in the eyes of Katsuro. He had cut his hair a little bit shorter, and he was dressed in a waitor outfit. So he was my replacement.
I held my handbag in front of me, just letting in hang. I feigned a smile.
"Hi, how are you?" I, casually, asked.
"I'm good. I'm surprised you remember me." He shot a look in Daisuke's way. "Aren't you going to kill me now?"
"No, no! It's nothing like that! I'm not a Crescentor yet!" I yelled, which caused the Mews, and some of the other customers, to stare at me.
"Cream?" Ichigo sounded puzzled, before her eyes widened.
"CREAM!" Everyone exclaimed.
"Mena!" The tears began to flow, as we all ran into a group hug. "I've missed you guys so much!"
Crying into their shoulders was easy, gazing accidentally into Ryou's eyes was harder.