I now have two fan-fics! I've got this one, and another one I've recently started, "You Know You're Obsessed With Tokyo Mew Mew When". All would be appreciated if you took a look; you might be entertained, for it's a comedy.
Anyway, here's Chapter 14 of "Tears of a Mew Mew".
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"What are we going to do?" Mint groaned, frustration replacing her earlier anger. Kish had retreated, and the Mews couldn't get in touch with Ryou. On top of it all, they had a non-Japanese speaking woman with them who'd never seen a Mew before. Things were just getting worse and worse.
Mint sighed and put her necklace back on, the cool pendant lying against her neck. No one was responding so she was giving up on contact for now. Turning, she looked at the pitiful sight of Lettuce and Pudding, trying to explain what they were to Aubrie using hand motions.
"We…" Lettuce said, gesturing around at the three Mews, "are morphed…" she clasped her hands together, "with animals…" she pointed at Pudding's tail and ear combo. Lettuce might've been explaining rocket science to a kindergartener, because Aubrie wasn't getting it. She sat there with wide eyes, staring at the Mews like they were from another world.
She whispered something, and then she turned her head to look at Masaya's limp form. Lettuce, Pudding, and Mint gasped, they'd forgotten about him. A sense of panic washed over them again, and their eyes started to water.
"We need a phone," Pudding declared immediately, hitting her fist against her palm. She averted her eyes away from the Blue Knight, and added, "Now, na no da."
"I-I agree with Pudding-san," Lettuce stuttered, also averting her eyes.
They were off running before the flashes of light around them had subsided. Battle clothing had been replaced with everyday wear as all traces of animal genes disappeared. The Mews clambered through the previously tread-on debris as they rushed towards help, leaving Aubrie behind in their dust. Soon the sound of sirens blared in their ears and lights flashed. Just as the three girls had left the rubble, dust covered and shaking with nerves, health care officials rushed forward and grabbed each girl by the hand.
They startled rattling off in English, pushing them down into seats. The white-clad nurses and doctors poked and prodded at each of the girls, looking into their eyes and checking for cuts. They must've thought that the girls had been witnesses at the clock when it collapsed.
Lettuce was too stunned at the sudden attention to speak, but Mint tried to shove them off. "Phone, we need a phone!" Mint shouted. Each person attending to them stopped their work, gaping at them. Confused eyes looked around the room as one doctor asked a question, and everyone near them shrugged. None of them knew how to speak Japanese, that was for sure.
"Na no da, na no da," Pudding said in a sing-song voice, tugging on the sleeve of a nurse close to her, catching her attention. The nurse got down low, and looked Pudding in the eyes. All the young girl could do was smile, and she made a scribbling motion on her hand.
Mint and Lettuce watched in surprise as the nurse rushed away, and brought back a pen and a pad of notebook paper. Excitedly, Pudding grabbed the paper and began to draw. After a minute or so, the Mew held up the pad, with a roughly drawn sketch of a telephone etched on the surface.
Less than two minutes later, Pudding was handed a cell phone by a smiling nurse.
"Guess you don't need to speak the same language to communicate," Mint murmured as Pudding pressed the phone into her hands.
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Riiiiiiiiiiiing. Scrape. Riiiiiiiiiiiing. Scrape. Riiiiiiiiiiiing. Scrape.
These were the sounds that Keiichiro Akasaka woke up to. Even though the ringing of the phone stopped, the scraping continued, gradually getting louder. The pastry maker tried to get up, but found that he couldn't move. His fingers twitched slightly from the aftermath of the electrical shock, but other than that, his body was still.
Scrape… Scrape… Scrape…
Curiosity peaking, Akasaka focused all his energy on opening his eyes. It saddened him that he couldn't perform this task normally, and wondered how much power there had been behind his attack.
"Meow," a cat mewed next to his ear. "Meow," the cat murmured again, louder and more frantic. With a small victory, Akasaka opened his eyes a bit to see a small gray kitten directly in front of his face. The cat's eyes were wide and frantic, it's head weighed down onto the floor by an iron band. That must've been the scraping sound he'd previously heard.
"Ryou," Akasaka murmured, closing his eyes to conserve energy to speak, "I can't move." The chef paused for a moment, and then, in a saddened voice, asked, "It's been more than ten, hasn't it?"
Keiichiro could feel a small paw placed on his chest, and heard Ryou let out a sorrowful, "Meow."
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I feel bad for Ryou, but I'm positive it'll work out… maybe?
Oh, by the way, I'm going to re-write the first five-or-so chapters of this story. Why? Well, I wrote those chapters as one original story a year ago, and since then my writing style has changed. Frankly, I'm not too happy with them, so I'm going to re-write them. Don't worry, I won't be changing anything to the main plot! Also, I'll tell you when I've posted them!
Well, 'till next time, read and review!