By animeninjaNIPPON

"Everything will work out."

That was Yoh's motto. I hoped he was right about this.

After our first week incarcerated in what the elder immigrants called "4Kids Entertainment Studios", we realized that Manta's sacrifice was in vain: they would provide our meals. The meals they gave us were terrible- deep fried potatoes that were greasy and hollow, overly-sweet candies, and some bizarre meat patty on wheat flour buns with some yellow stuff they tried to pass off as cheese.

"Hamburgers again?" Yoh complained. By this time, I was either used to his deeper voice or too jaded to care. "I hate these things with a passion. Especially the cheese ones."

"Trey," somebody said. "Trey Racer."

It took me a while to realize that the voice was referring to me. I still wasn't used to having the worst name change in the group. I looked up. The voice belonged to a tall, blue-haired guy with a huge red R on his shirt.

"You've been called to- I am not gonna say this stupid line!"

"Say it, James!" yelled the exec behind him. "This is part of your community service!"

"You've been called to spring your sidekicks from the slammer." The man they called "James" said those last six words with a pained expression.

"Very good, James," said the exec.

"I told you my name is Kojirou!"

The exec delivered a swift blow to Kojirou's head. "All right! All right! I'm James!"

As I walked toward the jail, I silently prayed that I wouldn't end up like Kojirou, casually massacring my last shred of dignity to save my sorry self. When I arrived, I immediately saw Ren. He was quiet, pale, and introverted. To his right was the green-haired man. His swords had been confiscated and he was solemnly playing a harmonica. Also in the jail was a talking cat, who kindly directed me to Manta, who was balled up in a pile of rags.

"Manta," I said. "Hey Manta. It's time."

"Manta? Who's Manta?" he asked in a state of delirium. "I am Mortimer...Morty...must...have...hundred...cheeseburgers..."

"The same thing happened to Satoshi," the talking cat commented sadly.

Ren and I picked up the disillusioned Manta and solemnly paced back to our quarters.

"What went on in there?" I asked.

"The entire cast of Tokyo Mew Mew committed ritual suicide," he replied, but that was all he would say.

End of part four