Heh. I finally decided to write a story. It will be fluffy, eventually. I think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew. So there.
"Why does this only happen to me?" Ichigo screamed, causing all of the other Mew Mews to look at the girl with ears and a tail that just came raging through the back door.
"What do you mean?" Ryou asked, not even bothering to look up from the newspaper he was reading.
"I mean THESE!" Ichigo screamed again, pointing angrily to her ears with two fingers and at her tail with another.
"Oh. Those. You still can't control them? I was sure that by now you would have enough sense to be able to stay calm." Ryou said, obviously engrossed in an article.
"It's not my fault if I get asked on a date and am so happy that they pop out! It isn't fair! Why doesn't this happen to any of the other girls?" Ichigo complained.
Before Ryou could say another non-caring response, Retasu said in a quiet voice. "Actually … My streamers came out when I was talking about someone I have a crush on." She blushed deeply as she was bombarded by questions by Minto, Ichigo and Pudding as to who her crush was.
Zakuro's facial expression never changed, but she was very surprised. Were those three really so blind as to not notice how obviously Retasu liked Ryou?
When finally the three inquisitors realized that Retasu was not saying any more, they quieted down. All were quite sad that they could not get any more information on who she liked. None of their thoughts came even remotely close to anyone in the room.
Ichigo's tail and ears had finally disappeared; she had calmed down significantly. "Wow … So I guess I'm not the only one! So I guess there are two of us!" she walked over and put an arm around the still red faced girl.
"Me too, na no da!" Purin squealed, jumping onto the two embraced girls.
"What do you mean?" Ichigo asked, trying to keep balance. She failed and all three of the girls fell onto the floor.
After a couple of "ouches" Pudding continued. "Yesterday when I did a brand new trick really well and everybody clapped, my ears and tail came out. Then everyone clapped louder, na no da!"
Ichigo, who was rubbing her head that she had knocked on a chair when she fell, tried to get up. "Huh. So I guess I'm not that odd."
"This is interesting. It appears more than half of the Mews have their unique appendages appear when they show any extreme emotions." All eye turned on Ryou, who had apparently finally put down his newspaper and had listened to the entire conversation.
Minto, who had been hoping that her onee-sama would reveal something first, quickly added her experience. "After my ballet recital last week, I took my bow. I was not entirely surprised by the loud applause and standing ovation that I got. But I was particularly happy when, as the curtain was closing, a couple of roses were thrown on the stage. When I turned to walk away, I noticed that I was light on my feet. It was as if I were still executing the moves that I had just finished, and then I noticed that I had my wings! I looked back and also saw my tail. I had to quickly run to the bathroom before anyone noticed me."
Although Minto had said the entire story quite smugly, Ichigo hadn't noticed. "Yay! Minto's like us, na no da!" Purin yelled happily, running over and tackling Minto. This caused Minto to fall backwards, onto a chair, which then itself fell over backwards, causing Minto to give a squeak of pain. Everybody, excluding Zakuro, laughed loudly. Ichigo walked over and helped a reluctant Minto up.
Once the excitement calmed down, all eyes turned to Zakuro, who was the only when who had not recited a story about her 'appendages' appearing when she showed an extreme amount of emotion. Zakuro returned each stare with a glare, refusing to say a word.
"Well. Have anything to say? Come on, we want another story." Ryou said, making the hint to obvious for Zakuro to pretend that she hadn't heard it.
"Sorry girls," Zakuro said, not bothering to add any extra words to include Ryou and Keiichiro, who had been very quiet. "Apparently I'm the only when who can actually keep calm whenever some miniscule event happens. Nothing odd has been happening to me." She left and went outside to change the 'Closed' sign to 'Open', even though that wasn't her job.
"Leave it to Zakuro to be the only one not to do something." Ichigo said, disappointed. She had long since forgotten her initial anger that was plastered on her face when she first walked in.
"She's right. She can keep calm while the rest of us can't!" Minto immediately said, coming to her onee-sama's defence.
"Whatever. Come on girls, it's time to start work. Ichigo, hurry up and change." Ryou said the last part impatiently.
Ichigo quickly left to get changed, while the other girls started sitting the customers who had somehow already arrived.
"What would you two like today?" Zakuro asked the customers. She didn't say it coldly, but it wasn't at all said in a preppy tone like Ichigo. It was a young couple; they appeared to be about 17, and were staring at each other.
"I'll have the … Strawberry Parfait, thank you." The girl said.
"Make that two." The man agreed. They then went back to looking at each other, with what may as well have been hearts in their eyes. Zakuro turned away to get their order. She may not be the cheeriest of people, but she didn't hate seeing other people enjoying themselves. She was perfectly happy for two other people who were in love. It just wasn't what she wanted to do. It didn't suit her.
"Two Strawberry Parfaits." She said simply to Keiichiro. She waited for a second for the two parfaits and brought it to the table, interrupting a quick kiss.
"Here you go." She said to the blushing couple.
Once she left to tend to another customer, she glanced back at the table. They were feeding each other, and doing everything that was expected of a classic girlfriend and boyfriend. She shook her head as she imagined herself in that situation, and hurriedly took the next customer's order.
The rest of the working day passed in a worthless blur. She knew she could continue doing her job, even when entirely dazed. She never spilled an order; never got an order wrong; never carried on any one task for longer than necessary. She helped Retasu clean up the large mess of ice cream in the middle of the café when she spilled a tray. When Ryou finally told them that they could go home, she promptly said her good-byes to her teammates, but walked home slowly.
Noticing looming clouds slowly invading the city, she decided to hurry home. After taking a couple of turns, she found herself in the park. The last people were scurrying home, leaving the park bare. It was still warm, so Zakuro decided to walk through the park. Before long, she found herself idly staring at the trees. She had never truly explored the park before, and, not caring that it was getting late and that the clouds were now thronged above her, she walked slowly around the park.
She stared at the clearing. Not concerned about the consequences of coming home late, she went into the clearing and sat down. It was still warm out, and so she decided to lie down. Staring at the cloudy sky, she felt a small drop of rain fall on her cheek, that slightly tickled her as it went down her cheek before falling to the ground. Within a couple of seconds, there was a small trickle of rainfall constantly attacking her. The rain started getting louder and heavier, until it reached its crescendo with a loud crack of lightning.
Soon, the wind joined this crusade that forced anyone on the streets to swiftly retreat to the nearest sanctuary. Zakuro merely stayed in the middle of her clearing, allowing the rain to wash over her. Her clothes were soaked through, forcing them onto her body, outlining her stunning figure.
Allowing her mind to wander, Zakuro quickly found herself thinking of past relationships that she had. Generally she stayed away from such thoughts, but feeling the rain wash over her she allowed such feelings. Relationships were one thing she was quite an expert on. She had had numerous boyfriends; at least boys that she had gone on a date or two with. Never had anyone been allowed close enough to her for her to actually care about them. Even her own mother seemed to drift away daily.
So engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't hear the person that had been watching her walk up to her.
Pai quietly teleported out of the ship, then again it was hard to be loud when teleporting. His two comrades probably wouldn't notice his absence; they were too busy feuding about their quite obvious infatuations. Kish straightforwardly admitted that he 'loved', as he saw the word, Mew Ichigo. He then attacked Tart, saying that he had feeling for Mew Pudding. This caused Tart to blush, and begin a fit of denying anything that was said.
Same as always. Pai thought, letting escape a small sigh from his lips.
He was dressed in his usual outfit, except that he had on a toque that concealed his ears. Recently he had taken to flies, and, on rare occasions, walks through this city called Tokyo. Today he decided he would fly.
Their mission to bring a swift invasion of the Earth with the Kirema Anima was spoiled with the discovery of the Mew Mews. These protectors of the Earth had beaten the aliens quite handily quite often. Kish simply wanted to attack with a single Kirema Anima most of the time, something Pai didn't agree with but was forced to go along with. Tart always agreed, and the two combined were far too stubborn to contend with. Although he was supposed to be the 'leader' of the aliens, for now, it was hard to control the juvenile aliens that he fought aside with.
The introduction of the Mew Mews also had another, unforeseen, effect. This was why he had to leave the ship lately. Kish had grown palpable feeling for their leader, Mew Ichigo. And, although Tart would never admit it, he evidently had feelings for the youngest of their foes, Mew Pudding.
At least Pai could count on his own maturity to keep himself from having affections for any of their enemy. He knew that he would have to try his best to keep his partners from simply giving up on their plans and spending all their time trying to win the feelings of their enemy – something that it appeared Kish was doing more and more of. At least, for now, Kish would still at least partially try during their attacks. But, however, Pai did question what Kish would do if he were to have Mew Ichigo in a vulnerable enough position to end the leader's reign. Even with his unrequited 'love', Pai couldn't imagine Kish ever killing the young adversary.
Whenever Tart fought the exuberant Mew Pudding, it seemed that he would never actually attack. This could be contributed to Mew Pudding's speed, but again Pai questioned what would happen if Tart were to gain too steep of an advantage.
While wondering what would happen if these positions he were imagining were reversed, so that the Mew Mews had the upper hand, he felt a small drop of rain fall on the back of his neck. It slowly slid around his neck, slightly tickling him, though one could never guess by looking at his inexpressive face. Looking up at the sky, he saw dark clouds had managed to creep up on him while he was musing on his suppositions.
While flying through a commercial area, he noticed a large picture. He flew towards it, intrigued. Stopping a few meters in front of it, he attempted to find out what it was. He quickly tuned out the traffic beneath him, which probably just saw him as a blur, if they would even risk taking their eyes off the road. He soon decided that it was a human female, with quite attractive features. He allowed his mind to wander that far before he quickly stopped it, forcing it to concentrate more on what it was there for. It seemed to be an advertisement of some sort, though he was more concentrating on the face of the person on it now.
Rapidly he began to distinguish a resemblance between the person and … he couldn't quite place whom. He was surprised when an unwanted thought came into his head.
She looks like that wolf-girl mew. Mew Zakuro.
He attempted to dismiss such thoughts from his head, but instead he found himself finding reasons to support his assumption. The hair was purple – really, how many girls out there have purple hair? She had the same features, same large eyes. But there was one extra thing that she had. It was something that, although he had only seen the Mews fighting, all the others had on at one point of another – a smile.
But, surely that couldn't actually be the adversary that he had fought so many times. Once, after the girls had beaten the aliens, Pai had lingered and had watched as quite a few humans, some carrying what he found out were cameras, others with what he discovered were microphones or notepads. They seemed so intent on finding even the tiniest detail, unlocking the smallest crevice of information as to who these girls were. Undoubtedly if one of those girls had her picture pasted for everyone to see, these people would figure out that were one and the same. They couldn't be that stupid.
Before finally leaving, he noticed something at the bottom of the picture. It simply said Fujiwara Zakuro. So, that must be her name. Those two must actually be the same person. Amazing how blind all these people are, he thought before moving on.
Deciding to stay out a while longer, he continued his undisturbed flight around that part of Tokyo. It was starting to rain hard now, the wind had picked up and it appeared that there would soon be lightning. His presumption was correct; he soon heard a saw a flash of lightning, followed by a loud crack of thunder.
Landing close to a park, he chose to take a walk through it, as corny as that may sound. He felt pretty assured that no one would see him; these people seemed to almost fear the rain. He couldn't see too far ahead of him, for the rain blurred his vision. After slowly walking around for a few minutes, his thoughts distracting him, he came across a small clearing. It seemed quite out of place, it was completely void of trees and plants, with beautifully mown grass, and a large something in the middle.
Pai squinted, hoping to figure out what was intruding upon this small refuge. After staring for a few minutes, he concluded that it was actually a human. Wondering what it was doing in this driving rain, he walked around the clearing so that he could see its front.
Soon it became obvious to Pai that he was looking at a female human. She appeared tall in comparison to others that he had seen, but also seemed relatively young. She had long hair; the colour was indistinguishable in the rain. A quick glance revealed that she was slim, and undeniably attractive. A bit of hair concealed her face.
Pai stood gazing for a while, wondering what to do. Finally he decided to relieve the boredom and anxiety that had been building up in him recently. He approached stealthily, not wanting to hint to his quarry that he was coming. Once arrived at his destination, Pai looked down at the girl. He moved the hair that was covering her face, and was amazed to see very fine, beautiful features. Features that seemed somehow familiar. Impossible. They couldn't be familiar, he knew no human girls besides the mews, and even they weren't entirely human.
He quickly dismissed any such thoughts from his mind. Obviously a mew wouldn't be laying down in the middle of a park on such a miserable day. It wasn't logical. He got bored just standing there, regarding the sleeping girl. Clearing his voice, he got ready to talk.
"You shouldn't be out here in this weather. You'll get sick, you know." He meant for the words to come out sarcastic, mocking. But instead the words sounded as if they had meaning, almost charismatic. Somehow the words managed to be heard over the wind, rain, and even the thunder that loudly cracked as he was talking, because the girl moved and started to get up.
Zakuro got up into a sitting position, stifling a yawn. She had heard someone give her a quick speech on not being out there. She brought her head up and looked at the person who had so politely interrupted her private thoughts. It seemed to be a young man, perhaps around her age. He was wearing pants and a shirt, but they were too wet for her to distinguish any other aspects. What really caught her eye, however, was the toque that the boy was wearing. At this time of year not many toques were seen, not that they were too common at any other time.
"Thanks for caring. But I'm fine." She replied unemotionally, sarcasm leaking freely from her response.
After noticing that she was still sitting down, Zakuro hastily stood up. "Who are you?" she inquired coldly, after he just stood there without responding.
"Nobody." With that, the boy jumped back and walked into a small grouping of trees, seeming to disappear immediately. That must not have been the response he wanted. She thought, giving herself a faint smile. I wonder who he was.
What are the chances? Pie quickly tried to calculate the numbers in his head, but gave up after the third decimal number. Not very high I guess. What was she doing there? Why was I so quick to go away? Why didn't I stay and attack?
Why do I care so much?
Well now. I suppose that didn't really reveal too much of the story. Really more of an introduction. Any reviews are gratefully accepted, including flames. If you catch any spelling or grammar errors, please tell me. I hate making them.
Anyway, next chapter something will actually happen. Again, please review. Thanks.