Hello! Sorry about the wait! I've been slacking. But hey, I've been doing stories for fun. And summer's for relaxing! Ah well. Answering reviews:
OokamiHanyouGurl- She was overcome with grief, so she would do it in front of her daughter. At that point in her depression, she honestly didn't care. I mean, think about it… if the one you loved with all your heart died, and you were a sensitive person like Hana, wouldn't you go into a deep depression? Meh. Thanks for reviewing though! And, I dunno if Masaya will ever appear in this story. Probably.
That was the main review thing, so… thanks to Sara Tober, switchfootfan887, and Angelic Ichigo for reviewing! Now let's begin!
Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew. It belongs to Mia Ikumi… WHO IS ME! I wish.
Chapter 4- Understanding
When the other three waitresses received the news from Mint, they wanted to see Ichigo right away. Ryou, however, insisted they stay working. People would wonder what was going on if the waitresses suddenly disappeared, and it seemed like a personal matter of Ichigo's. The cat girl wanted to be alone, though she didn't do anything when Ryou or Mint came in to comfort her.
Finally, the café closed and the three waitresses came in to see Ichigo. Her eyes were still filled with tears, and her skin was pale. For once, she turned and looked at three. Zakuro then looked into her eyes, through the tears, deep into Ichigo's soul. And through her tears, Ichigo did the same.
At that moment, they just looked at each other, staring into the other's soul.
After what seemed like forever, Zakuro turned and left the room, the other girls following. Mint spoke.
"What do you think she dreamed?" she asked worriedly. Zakuro was silent, and remembered what she had felt. Then she replied.
"I know… I know what it is she dreamed…" Zakuro murmured. "But it wasn't only a dream. It was the truth." The others looked at her in surprise, then Ryou asked the question.
"What did she dream?" he asked.
"What she dreamed… the pain I saw in her could only be one thing. A thing I've experienced as well." She paused, her eyes filling with pain at the memory. "It's the pain of standing by idly, doing nothing, while your mother kills herself."
The only sound that was made was the woosh of Zakuro turning around, and the click of her shoes hitting the tile floor (if the floor wasn't tile, it is now). Zakuro's words hung heavily in the air, and no one made a sound. Everyone was shaken by what Zakuro said. Ryou was the first to recover, and he went into Ichigo's room.
Zakuro sat on a park bench, remembering what she had said. It was the truth. Her father had abandoned them when they were born. Her mother had always been slightly suicidal, slightly insane. So it was no surprise when she killed herself. Zakuro closed her eyes and remembered….
"Mama-san," a young Zakuro asked. "Why is Papa-san never here?" She had asked this question so many times. Her mother never answered, just looking at her crazily and drinking more gin. Zakuro quickly cleaned up the bottles, sweeping them all into a cloth bag. Whenever her mother didn't have work, she got drunk.
"Mama-san! Stop getting all red! And stop drinking this stuff!" Zakuro shouted, but she knew her mother wouldn't listen. She never did. Zakuro then paused from this memory, her eyes filled with sadness. She then wandered over to a pond, and looked at her reflection. Mama-san… Zakuro thought. No. Anguria.
Zakuro's grandparents were in Italy at the time, so they gave their daughter an Italian name. Zakuro looked at all her features: her long, purple hair, her dazzling blue eyes. She looked so much like her mother; only their eyes… Zakuro's eyes were sparkling and a radiant blue, while Anguria's were dull and dark green, like an evergreen forest. Zakuro returned to her memory…
Zakuro opened a drawer in an oak dresser. It had belonged to her father, but of course, she didn't know where he was. She pulled out a newspaper and gave out a small gasp when she read the headline. "POP STAR COMMITS SERIOUS CRIME." The little girl glanced back at her mother, asleep on the couch, then continued reading. It went in to talk about how her mother had gotten drunk and done something… 'Anguria blames it on man…' Then the young Zakuro realized. The man was her father.
After that, she knew what happened. Her father was dead. Her mother committed a crime, and blamed it on her father. Her father had been put to the death penalty, but Anguria suffered a loss nonetheless. All her fame and fortune was lost. Over the next few days Zakuro became considerably colder to Anguria. Anguria didn't notice, but merely kept drinking, and eventually became sick.
"Sha day ish finerly 'ere… I knew irt… I kept dwinking fer shis day…" she babbled. "Nuffin to wiv fer without sha fame… ind murney… lotsa murney… I knew shat affer a while, the ginny wud git ter me… gahahahaha!" Zakuro stared at her mother in horror. The reason she was drinking was so she could die?
"Gahahaha… hurve furn wish yur granny, Zakuro…" Then Anguria died. She died from alcohol poisoning, and slight brain damage as well. Zakuro went to live with her grandmother, the one that went to Italy.
After a while, Zakuro entered in a modeling competition. She got first place, and from there she grew. And then, of course, after she had become a big star, the Mew project. And here she was now.
Nobody looked in the past and saw that Fujiwara was the name of a crime committing pop star. Nobody knew that Zakuro had the same bloodline as the dirtied pop star Anguria…
Ryou looked at Ichigo, who of course, was quiet and crying. Ryou wasn't exactly sure what to do. Finally, he spoke.
"Ichigo… we know… what happened to your mother." He spoke in a quiet tone. Ichigo grew still, and then finally looked at him. Her face was stained with tears, and her eyes filled with more and the memory played over and over inside of her head…
Ryou went over to the bed and sat down, facing Ichigo. She looked up at him, and let a sob escape her lips, falling into his arms.
"It's okay… it's… okay…" In Ryou's mind, the death of his parents replayed in his mind. "I… understand."
At that moment, Ichigo didn't care that she was Masaya's girlfriend. All that mattered was that someone was comforting her, someone that understood the pain. She was in the arms of someone who knew the pain of losing both parents, the pain of losing a loved one.
The door of the café creaked open and in stepped Masaya. He looked guilty or something; he looked in to see the commotion of the people.
"Is something going on? Is Ichigo still here?" he asked. Retasu was the only one who heard him and looked slightly shocked.
"Well, umm..." she started hesitantly. Just then, Ryou and Ichigo exited, both looking a small bit happier than earlier. Ichigo became even brighter when she saw Masaya.
"Masaya!" Ichigo exclaimed, looking both surprised and happy. She stopped when she saw Masaya's expression.
"Ichigo, we need to talk," he said solemnly.
They ended up going to a park, a different park than Zakuro had gone to. Ichigo was confused the entire way, wondering what was wrong.
"Ichigo." Masaya's voice was low and sad. "We… we need to stop dating." Ichigo was silent for a moment, the words slowly sinking into her mind.
"What? W-why?" Ichigo couldn't believe he was saying this. Surely he had to be joking! But the look on his face told her he wasn't.
"Because… you're just not the right girl for me Ichigo. I'm sorry. Can… Can I walk you home?" Masaya offered weakly.
"No… n-no… that's alright… I'm just… going to stay here for a little…" Ichigo stuttered. She still hoped it was just a dream.
"Alright…sayonara, Ichigo-chan." With a wave, Masaya walked away. It was at that moment Ichigo felt the entire impact of the words, watching Masaya leave, walk away. After standing in shock for about half an hour, Ichigo fell to the ground.
"Does God hate me?" she wailed. Tears ran down her cheeks as it started raining, both types of liquid drops falling to the ground.
Zakuro had been sitting near the pond for quite some time now, and the still pond water was turned into ripples, the raindrops pattering on the ground. Zakuro felt a strange feeling then. Although she didn't know how she knew it, someone was there. She got up and looked into a nearby hedge.
"Are you in there?" she asked. The hedge rustled and out came a figure, a very familiar figure.
"You!" Zakuro gasped in shock.
End
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Cliffhanger! A cookie to whoever guesses who the figure is. And also, I'm planning on making a new fic (not right now), and I need 4 Mews. If you want to be one of the Mews, give me these stats:
Name: (cannot be Azumi)
Mew Name: (cannot be Mew Blackberry)
Weapon name:
Attack name:
Personality:
K. The outfits are going to be the same as the regular Mews, only different colors. Same as the animals, sorry. K, bye!
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