Alrighty then, I've officially decided to abandon the crossover idea for this fic. BUt that just means, MORE OC'S!! Yeah. Now, I'm making NO GARUNTEES, and It'll be a while before any are featured. But now, you can submit anything. Mew, Bad guy, even non-Mew type powers. Uber cool. But please, PM, NOT REVIEW them too me. And any author whose already submitted one, you can't give me another. Unless its a bad guy.

"Brace yourself." Zakuro muttered to Jason, as the private jet touched down, at JFK Airport.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking." The loudspeaker crackled to life. "The local time, is 12: 47 P.M. It's a cool 72 Degrees here in New York, and on behalf of myself and the crew, welcome to New York City."

"It's Manhattan you moron." Jason moaned, as he picked himself out of the seat. He'd spent the twelve hour flight from Tokyo International, familiarizing himself with Zakuro's personal staff. That mainly consisted of her manger, Mr. Hasagawa, and some dude from her American label. Jason couldn't remember his name, but he had a Bostonian accent that drove him insane.

"Very well then." Mr. Hasagawa announced, as the four of them departed the plane. "I understand that you two will require some time to recuperate from the time change. So, nothing's booked for the rest of the day. Fujiwara-san, I hope you can be ready for your first shoot at eleven tomorrow."

"We will both be ready." Zakuro told him, as she handed customs her passport. Jason met up with them, having retrieved their personal baggage from the claim. The rest of Zakuro's wardrobe was either there already, or being flown in.

"Gentlemen, and Ms. Fujiwara." The record man called. "I believe we might have a small problem." He motioned to the area just outside baggage claim, which was PACKED with fans, both American and Japanese.

"Dude, just HOW popular were Zakuro's songs here?" Jason asked.

"She had four Top 10 hits, one of which made the Top 3."

"Jason, how reliable are the Police here?" Zakuro asked.

"Some of the best. I doubt anything's gonna happen." He told her, confidently.

With that in mind, the two Mews walked towards the swarming crowd. As soon as they were within ten feet, they were surrounded by six police officers, who pushed their way through the swarm of fans.

"These guys could divert a heard of rampaging cattle" Jason told her, switching to Japanese.

"How about the press?" She asked grimly. Barley halfway through the crowd, no less than six cameras were focused on Zakuro, with several reporters swarming in as well.

"I'm here on scene," One reporter, who managed to elbow her way between the police, standing right in between Zakuro and Jason. "Where international pop star, Ms. Zakuro Fujiwara has just landed in JFK International Airport. Ms. Zakuro, any comments on your trip so far? Is this your first time to the Big Apple?" She immediately thrust the mike into her face.

Zakuro just smiled. "I've never been here before, and I hope to enjoy New York to its fullest." She told the camera. This sent waves of cheers from the surrounding fans.

"And who is this young man Ms. Fujiwara?" The reporter asked, turning to Jason. The camera immediately locked onto him. And just as instantly, Jason froze solid.

"He's my personal assistant, and guide to New York." Zakuro told her.

"Any remarks. Have you ever lived in the city before?" The mike was immediately thrust into his face.

"I-I-I'm with her." He told them, nervously pointing to Zakuro.

As if sensing his camera shyness, Zakuro immediately took him by the hand.

"We must be going, our rooms should be ready by now." She told them, as they walked away from the press. Mercifully, there was a black limo waiting for them. The chauffer opened the door for them, as they climbed in.

"You ok?" Zakuro asked, as Jason took a deep breath.

"I'll be fine. Sorry about that."

"About what?" Zakuro asked, as the limo pulled away.

"I choked. And I'm pretty sure the press is gonna play that off somehow." Zakuro smiled at him. Only, it was a different smile than the one she gave the camera. This one, radiated genuine warmth and concern.

"I understand. And it wouldn't be the first, or last time some ambitious reporter's pinned someone on as my boyfriend."

"So yous two ain't goin' out?" The chauffer asked. Only then, did the two realize they were still holding hands. "Fugetabout it." He told the two. "I've seen my fair share 'a puppy love. Prom dates, rock stars. Hell, I once chauffer'd Jessie McArtney from one 'a his concerts, he had goils all ova' him."

"Hey broski'" Jason announced. "Twen'y buck tip, if ya keep quiet ta the press." The driver grinned, as he buzzed up the window, separating him from the back.

"I love New York." Jason sighed, as he relaxed in the seat. Zakuro rolled her eyes, as the limo ride continued, without much interruption. However, once they entered Manhattan, Jason's eyes lit up. "It's so good to be home." He sighed. "At some point, I'm taking you into Brooklyn." Zakuro sighed, as the limo pulled up in front of, the Waldorf Astoria.

"Sweet." Jason muttered, as he and Zakuro made their way up a few floors.

"Our rooms are adjoined, and my manager's three doors away." Zakuro informed him.

"That'll make our 'other' business much easier." Jason replied.

Jason pulled out his key card, and swiped in. He was astounded. While it wasn't a penthouse, it was still a sweet. His room was as large as the main dining area at Café Mew Mew, decorated with a variety of expensive furniture, with a pale green paint job on the walls. The bathroom was enormous, with a tub big enough for two of him to lie down in.

"Are your travel accommodations always like this?" He asked Zakuro, as she walked into his room through the dividing door.

"Sometimes." She replied.

Zakuro handed him a daily planner. "Ok, here's the schedule for the next two weeks. I'm asking you to be my personal assistant for that time. Just keep an eye on what happens when and where, and anything else you might think is necessary." He thumbed through several pages. "Shouldn't be too hard. At least we're clear for the rest of the day." "And we should use that time to sleep and recuperate." Zakuro told him.

Digging though his bag, Jason pulled out his laptop. "Just wanna double check my e-mail." He told her. One message, at the top of his inbox caught his attention. Red flagged, from Ryou.

"You'd better get over here." He called to her, as she sat down next to him on the bed.

"Jason, Zakuro, things have just gotten far more complicated than we could have ever imagined. Two power sources have been detected, southeast of Manhattan. It's too far from us to tell for sure, but these power signatures are extremely close to the ones you Mews give off. Investigate AS SOON AS POSSIBLE"

"This could complicate things." Zakuro told him, resting her chin in her hand.

"Not that complicated." He replied, closing his laptop. "How long's that shoot tomorrow?"

"It's scheduled from eleven to two." Jason grinned.

"More than enough time. I've got some contacts back in Brooklyn, I can call in a few favors, should speed up the investigation."

"You make it sound like we're secret agents." Zakuro told him, rolling her eyes.

As soon as Zakuro left, Jason replaced his laptop in his bag. Sighing, he pulled off his shirt, and flopped down onto the massive bed. So massive, Jason's feet were at least a foot from the end. For a six foot four tall guy, that didn't happen too often. He smiled, as he realized that he was back where he really belonged. Zakruo was doing the same, slumbering peacefully, her thoughts traveling back over to her beloved Tokyo and her friends there.

Over the next six hours, the two teens relaxed in their own ways. For Zakuro, this included some sketching of the Manhattan skyline, some brushing up on her English, and a few Tai Chi poses. For Jason, this included several Star Wars movies, as much steak as he could order from room service, and as many video games as he could possibly muster. For both, very good afternoons. Very good starts to one helluva two weeks.

Ok crazy people, gripe time. I feel like I'm the only one updating their stories. And I feel like I'm doin' all the work. SO. I'm not updating this story, 'till someone else updates thiers. Complain all you want, my fingers just hurt. But if there's anyone who needs help with their story, i think i can clack out a few paragraphs.