I, Mew Devi, do not have a single thing to do with this great Tokyo Mew Mew movement, and I am only responsible for my own character and this story. Thank You.
Devi: For those who made it PAST the horrible prologue, then congratulations, you are in for a bumpy ride!
Pai: …to say the least….
Devi: -vein pops- Enjoy my first chapter! Here, you read of how Amai and Ryou, at quite young ages, first meet and… well… this is just where they meet, involving snack foods, pretty dancing, and plenty of blushing! ((if you haven't already figured that out!))
Pai: And I'm sure they have…
Devi: Why must you be so cruel?
Pai: I simply point out the most simplest of flaws…. and these ankle shackles are rather tight…….
Devi: -ignores comment- HERE IT IS! HAVE FUN KIDS!
Chapter 1: The Start of Forever
A light, tasteful string band played in the back ground, just off the side of the ball room floor. Tonight was to be superb over all nights, at least as the directors told. Amai had been to a countless amount of 'donation balls' and they were almost always the same, she and her fellow children from Kyoto's largest orphanage would come as pretty much show pieces of what the rich companies and individuals would be donating their money too.
Dressed in the best she could nab from the clothing donation bins, Amai Chisou's grey hair, angled and flipped by one of her older, fellow orphans, matched almost seamlessly with her frilly grey dress. She was tagging at the end of the line as her and the rest of the children entered the great hall in which the ball was being held. She scuffed along the marble floor as her group was directed to their table by a band of young ushers, being extra kind and 'oh-so sweet', in order to receive a large tip from the receiving orphanages.
Amai sat patiently in her given seat, swinging her legs as they hung a good inch from the ground. To a 5 year old such as her, there didn't seem to be enough to keep her occupied. She needed more then to just sit and wait for nothing to do, in which she would be waiting for hours and doing nothing for yet another good few hours. Her eyes scanned her surroundings closely, perhaps to spot a new activity, or any way possible to give her an excuse to escape. Her excuse was found in a table, loaded with light before meal sweets. Oh yes, such great sweets they were, too. Chocolates, cookies, pastries, a great eye load of anything and everything a child could desire, all right in front of her. Well, no exactly in front of her. It would take a great amount of ducking and running to dash across the dining room to be even close to the sweets.
Slowly but steadily, Amai slid out of her seat and under the table, were, on all fours, she crawled out, right into a great group of fellow admirers of the table of plenty, mostly adults in which would either get her in trouble, or get her squashed. But it has to be done, she needed those sweets. It was a slow and frightening adventure, but with the table just in her grips… she would need to grow a good few feet to be able to reach the table. Standing next to the leg of the table, she attempted many times to jump to grab what ever she possibly could, with no lucky what so ever. She finally decided that it was a lost cause, and decided to march on and find some other thing to attract her attention. Once again, she found it. She found it in the ball room, which was only a stone throw away, so onward she went.
The dancing was one of the most remarkable things she could have imagined, even greater then the sweet loaded table. The women, with their flowing gowns and the men, with their strait tuxedoes, everything was perfect on the dance floor. Even the band looked almost like a band sent from heaven. She could have stood there for hours, admiring to great beauty of it all, taking all the greatness in and absorbing as much of the richness as she could, at least, until she felt a slight tap upon her shoulder. She turned her head quickly, flinging her hair into the face of her shoulder-tapper.
With a gasp, Amai placed her hand over her mouth as she found that a young blond hair, blue eyed boy stood over her. This young Ryou was only a year older then Amai, but to her, he looked just as handsome and mature as the men gliding across the dance floor. With one eye clinched close from the hair attack, the young Ryou gave a slight giggle.
"Oh! Sorry to surprise you!" he said in response to her obviously surprised expression. She left her hand upon her mouth as she slowly nodded, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. He opened his eye and smiled softly.
"Um… are you ok?" he asked, leaning over slightly to pear closely into her eyes.
"Mmm… hmm…" she nodded again, her hand falling from her face and to her side. By now, Amai's face was a nice, even, bright red as she began biting her bottom lip. Ryou's smile widened as he straitened his back and placed his hand in front of her in greetings.
"My name is Ryou Shirogane, and I'm her with Dr. and Mrs. Shirogane of Tokyo, Japan!" he said, almost in a trained way. His parents must have proudly taught him since his very youth to remember his address and parent's names. Impressed, Amai nodded, searching through her mind for any kind of story or excuse that would match the impressiveness of his life.
Finding it hard to scramble enough words for such a story, she whispered quickly, "My…. My name is….Amai… Amai Chisou…"
After finally getting at least a few more words out of her, and her name, Ryou smiled in gratitude as he turned his body sideways and offered his arm to her. "Well, Amai, would you like to dance?" Ryou asked, smiling as best he could in hopes to break her out of her shell. With a sigh that seemed to relieve her of her nerves, Amai slowly put on a small smile and looked up to him,
"Sure!" she responded, taking his arm. They danced for an hour, both having no clue as to how badly so. As time flew by Amai, she hadn't even nearly noticed how long they had been dancing, or how worried her care-takers were with out knowing of her whereabouts.
The young children's dance was cut short when Ryou was suddenly gently pulled aside by an older, tall young man, appearing to be in his early teens. With a very kind, gentile smile, the tall man replied to both Amai and Ryou's surprised expressions.
"I'm sorry, but I believe that your group has been looking for you for quite a while… Amai?" he asked, just to make sure that he was informing the right girl.
Amai began biting her lip again as she nodded slowly. Before the tall man could reply, Ryou turned to face him with a bit of anger.
"KEIICHIROU! C'mon! Can't we dance a little longer?" he begged, taking the tall man's hand. Keiichirou's smile grew with sympathy.
"Well…. Ryou... I guess…" he said in the process of being persuaded, when he was suddenly cut off with the shouting of relief.
"AMAI! HONEY!" shouted one of the women from Amai's orphanage as she ran towards the now frightened girl. As the woman embraced Amai, followed by the rest of the children in her group, Keiichirou pulled Ryou aside and out of the way. After a few kisses and 'We were so worried's', Amai was finally able to touch the ground again, now noticing that the room was nearly emptied, and the party slowly had come down to the end.
Amai looked across the room to find Ryou with his parents, saying their last good-byes to all of their friends and fellow donators. Amai sighed as she began following her group outward towards the door when a tall shadow cast over her from behind. She spun around quickly to find Keiichirou's smiling face pointing down upon her. He bent down and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Well, Miss Amai, Ryou has become quite fond of you. How would you two like to set up a little… play date, huh?" he asked with a wink.
Amai gasped, clapping her hands together, nodding her head. She was unable to find words for her excitement, but to only continue nodding. Keiichirou's smile grew as he nodded as well, "Just as I thought! It will all be arranged then!' he replied, patting her shoulder twice as he stood up, "We really can not wait to see you again! He said with great glee, as if it were something he had been waiting for quite some time.
Continuing to follow her group, Amai spun around once again, walking backwards as she waved and shouted across the dining room, "BYE RYOU!"
Ryou's head turned as he smiled wildly, waving back, "BYE, MISS AMAI CHISOU!" Ryou shouted back, jumping up and down.
Finally, after waiting for her to walk out, a different adult came from outside and took Amai's hand, taking her out. Amai's heart skipped and danced along with her as they made it outside and into the van. The best was yet to come!