Sorry about the first two chapters being so short but it was just a prologue. I just didn't feel like saying. But don't worry the rest aren't supposed to be short.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew

The Boys Next Door

Chapter Three: Just weird

Ichigo swung the door open and rushed inside the house. Using her small hands to slam the door close again. Scrambling over baskets of magazines and pillows sprawled on the warm cream carpet she sat on her knees at the bay window, her chin and hands against the vanilla cushion of the widow seat. Her mother turned and eyed her daughter as the magazines slid from their neatly arranged piles and spilled across the floor.

"What's wrong Ichigo? Aren't you going to play with your new friends?" She asked her daughter over the low wall the separated the kitchen from the living room. Ichigo just sat there and stared out the window. The tips of her reddish pink hair brushing against the back of her hands.

"Ichigo." Ichigo sprung her head up and gazed bewildered for a moment at her mother. Mrs. Momomiya raised an eyebrow.

"What's up with you? I thought you were playing." Ichigo made a sour face and turned back to look out the bay window.

"I don't want to play with them. They're weird." She said disdainfully.

"Ichigo!" Scolded her mother. She turned back to look at her. "Don't call people weird. That's very rude of you!"

"But they are weird! They keep fighting and one won't stop smiling and the other makes me feel dumb and stupid. Like I'm nothing but a little baby." Mrs. Momomiya sighed.

"Well Ichigo you are a child and you do act some what like a baby at times." Ichigo's nose slightly wrinkled as she glared at her mother.

"I don't act like a baby! And I'm not a child I start school in a year!" Mrs. Momomiya shook her head. Ichigo turned back towards the window, sinking her chin in to the cushion. She watched as the two boys out side continued with the argument over who scared her off. She tilted her head slightly to the side as she watched.

They are both kind of cute, she thought to herself. She then rested her head on her hands as the sun shinned heavily above them. The two new kids still drawn intently into their argument.

Maybe I'll go out and talk to them later, thought Ichigo with a small smile. At least now I have someone to play with.

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A gush of water splashed into Ichigo's face. She gasped for breath as it flowed around her, using her arms in an attempt to block the water. When it died down she was drenched in water. Hair dripping wet, sticking thickly to her forehead. And a dark look on her delicate face. Masaya's jaw dropped as he held the hose down and looked worriedly at Ichigo. Ryou had his arms crossed and was doing his best to hold back a laugh.

Just a second ago Masaya had grabbed hold of the water hose that extended from Ichigo's house. He was attempting to strike down Ryou but the instant the water gushed through he lost control of it and whirled around. Hammering the just entering Ichigo from her front door.

"What's wrong with you guys!" she yelled as her clothing slightly hung off her. Masaya dropped the hose and stepped back.

"Sorry Ichigo. I didn't mean to." He said waving his arms in the air. She let out a loud frustrated sigh and turned to re-enter her house. When the door had closed shut Ryou flashed a broad smirk at Masaya Aoyama.

"Wow, Masaya. You really showed me. I never knew you could handle a hose so well." Masaya glared at the six-year-old Ryou as he began to laugh. Then he turned and headed back towards his own house.

Inside Ichigo clumsily walked into the kitchen. Her shoes making a loud squashing noise as she walked. Hearing this Mrs. Momomiya turned to face her drenched daughter who's face was partly counseled by her sopping hair. Mrs. Momomiya gasped and rushed over to her daughter.

"What happened?" she asked as she pulled a small towel from the pocket of her apron and started dabbing Ichigo's face. Ichigo reached up and separated the bangs away from her eyes like curtains and glared at her mother.

"It's your fault. If you hadn't told me to go back out side it would have never happened." Then she pulled herself away from her mother and turned her back to her as she promptly walked out of the kitchen. The squashing sound of her shoes accompanying her as she headed towards the bathroom.

Mrs. Momomiya sighed deeply and looked at the trail of water her daughter had left behead. She took the towel and started drying it up. Wondering all the while if Ichigo would ever get used to having friends.

In the bathroom down the hall Ichigo grabbed hold of the small white stool by the door and pulled it into the darkened bathroom. She pressed it against the sink cabinet and climbed onto it. Reaching up and flicking on the lights. Her nose came right over the counter top to the sink. She looked emptily at her reflection as the bottom of her button nose pressed down on the counter. She then began to take off her soppy clothes.

When Ichigo's father was walking down the hall he noticed the bathroom door closed and went up and knocked.

"Hello! Anyone in there?" he knocked a second time and the door swung open. He looked down to find a small Ichigo glaring up at him a towel was lop-sided rapped around her head and she held a towel around her that was three times too big. She then pushed past him and stared towards her room calling back.

"Don't look! I'm not dressed!" And continued trotting down the hall. Her father looking confused as she slammed the door to her room behind her.

Ichigo didn't come outside for the next two days. When she finally got sick of looking at peach colored walls she took her ball from its spot in the toy box and headed outside. Not caring if they were there are not she wasn't going to let them keep her from playing. She walked around the house to their driveway and stared at the garage. She then took her pink ball with the red and white strips and started bouncing it against the garage door. As she pounded the door with her ball yelling came from the opposite side. She turned to face it as she continued to bounce the ball. It came closer and she realized it was someone yelling. She then frowned as Masaya came around from behind her house holding his head. He was yelling at Ryou who held a remote control in his hands and a blazing red jet plane flew through the air. Whizzing in and around Masaya's head.

They're here.

Masaya turned to face Ryou.

"Stop it Ryou! Oww!" The jet had just hit him in the ear with one of its wings. Ryou had a devious grin on his face.

"You should have stayed way from my stuff then."

"I wasn't anywhere near your stuff! How was I supposed to know that you stashed most of your things in the garage?"

"Then way where you even near my house?" The jet turned and headed back towards Masaya, but he was backing up towards where Ichigo was bouncing her ball.

"Eek," she screeched as the jet zoomed right past Masaya and went right for her. The ball bounced off the garaged door and hit her in the face. Knocking her to the ground just as the jet swooped by. For the first time the boys had noticed Ichigo and Ryou turned off his plane. As Masaya rushed over to Ichigo's side.

"Are you all right?" He asked as he attempted to hold her up. She pulled her arm away from him and stared at the garage door as her face boiled up into a frightening red almost matching the color of her hair. Ryou could practically see the steam rising from her ears. She jumped up and stared at the ground. Dirt was on the back of her light pink shorts and her white tank top. She then turned and stomped off leaving her ball behind. As she turned behind her house and headed towards the park. Masaya glared at Ryou.

"See you made her run off again. Just like the first time!" He yelled. Ryou looked at him with an empty expression.

"I didn't do anything to scare her off. How could a light bulb powered by a potato scare her off? It was probably just your freakishly bight smile that your always flashing at her that scared her." Masaya's face contorted into a scowl as Ryou picked up Ichigo's ball and walked past him towards the park.

End of Chapter Three: Just plain weird – Beloved Kitten