Teehee, I'm so evil. I'm pulling this story out more, and found another complication to draw it out further. Afterall, it would be very OOC if it ended here.

There aren't any regular line blockers today, it kept saying 'Error on page,' when I tried to use them, so it's just a bunch of --- between the story and author notes.

Anyway, after I finish this, (but that won't be too soon), I'll continue on with another mystery, this time about Keiichiro. I've written out the prologue for it, and would be more than happy to PM it to anyone interested. Just let me know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew. I do own Isuzu, Nasubi, and two nifty cloaks.

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"Two o'clock, it's show time," Lettuce muttered under her breath, looking down at her marvelous white with faded green lining dress. The doors opened, she stepped forward, the church organist bean to play. Nasubi and Isuzu lead Lettuce down the isle, Nasubi carefully dropping flowers, Isuzu tossing them around in every which way. Tart and Pudding patiently stood up front, along with Pai. You'd think that after dating Lettuce for eight long years, he'd be able to stay calm, but indeed, his cheeks were tinted with an infuriating pink.

It was a rather large chapel, so guests could come in unnoticed, though they probably wouldn't bother staying at an alien's wedding, or how the Americans convinced themselves, "intense Startrek fan."

The wedding proceeded, vows were made, tears were shed, (or at least, Ichigo cried), and the groom kissed the bride.

Applause came from the small group of guests, yet their clapping filled the whole chapel. Lettuce and Pai's faces were beaming with happiness as they made their way back up the aisle. Facing in the other direction, two on-lookers caught Lettuce's attention. To the far left corner stood a man, fully dressed in a cloak coming over his head, giving a shrill whistle that stung the air. To the far left was a woman, also dressed in a full-body cloak, but it was most likely that it was coincidence. She was giving a steady, slow clap with her delicate hands.

The woman stopped clapping, and slowly stepped forward, bringing herself before Lettuce. Only her mouth being visible, she smirked. "Congratulations, Lettuce, completing yet another task I can't," she said, emotionless, pulling off her hood, revealing long, gorgeous, wavy blue hair, and two cold, icey, sapphire eyes..

Silence, the church was full of it. Everyone dropped silent. Only Zakuro recognized her, and hesitated to speak at first.

"Leave," she commanded strictly, "Go home, Mint. Now."

Mint responded with a glare. "Home!" she let out a hysterical laugh, "What is home, Zakuro? Hmm? I'd really like to know, and I'm sure a idol like yourself can give me the perfect answer, onee-sama."

Onee-sama. Zakuro narrowed her eyes, Keiichiro swore she was growling, but his attention was diverted at the tug on his pants, near his knee. He looked down into dark blue eyes, Nasubi's, full of question, with a glistening hint of fear that broke his heart.

Nasubi scrunched her brow from worry. "Daddy," she whispered, not sure if she should ask or not, "Who is she? Why is she acting like this? Do you know her?"

Of course. Nasubi, nor Isuzu had ever seen or met Mint. The only thing they knew were the stories told before going to bed. So Keiichiro decided to do the one thing that seemed proper for an odd time like this: make an introduction.

Keiichiro lifted Nasubi up into his arm. "Now Nasu-chan," he said warmly, yet Zakuro sensed nervousness in his tone. 'What is he up to now?' "I want to introduce you to Mint Aizawa, otherwise known a Mew Mint. Mint, this is my daughter, Nasubi,"

Mint stared, blankly, unsure of how to respond. 'His daughter, his blood…Zakuro's blood…' It hurt Mint to think about it, yet so, she couldn't push the thought of it away. Nasubi, on the other hand, her eyes lit up. The final Mew, the legendary one that she had never met. Her father had made her a big deal, since she was merged with a bird the Ultramarine Lorikeet.

Nasubi jumped down from her father's arms, running up to Mint, no longer afraid of her, excited, actually.

Very appropriately, she put her hand out, grinning. "You're so lucky. Can you really fly?"

Isuzu ran forward to her friend, "Nasubi, don't!" she warned her, scared of what may occur. Mint was about to start enjoying the adoration, too, maybe tease her parents some. She bent down so her head was level with Nasubi's. She chuckled lightly, "Did you want to see?" she asked kindly, putting out a hand for her, "I can take you up with me."

Zakuro almost looked shocked. "Nasubi, don't," she stated, softly the first time. When she didn't respond, she was stricter. "Nasubi, come over here by me and your father." She still wasn't listening. That, or she was ignoring her. Nasubi just stood, unsure of what she was doing now. She really wanted to trust this woman, even if her mom and Isuzu said not to, but she didn't want to disobey her parents. She didn't understand what was wrong here.

Mint's eyes flickered from success. She had this girl baffled. "Mew Mint! Metamorpha-sis!" Blue light engulfed the room. You can tell that everyone was speechless and clueless, especially Pai and Lettuce. (You would be, too, if Mew Mint just transformed at your wedding).

Mint put out her hand, smiling warmly still. "Care to join me?" she asked, even though she knew what the girl's response would be. As Nasubi's hand fell atop hers, Mint pulled the girl around into a tight embrace. Everyone looked scared, except for Keiichiro. 'Just don't hurt her…'

Up, up, and up. The two were up in the air, Nasubi tightly held to Mint's front. Nasubi's face was a cross between pure wonder and happiness. She was flying. She was above the world, or at least, above those in the church. She was happy and amazed. She was flying. "Do you like this?" Mint whispered slyly into the girl's ear, brushing away a strand of deep brown hair with her nose. Nasubi couldn't get words to come out of her mouth, so she simply nodded, slowly. She was flying.

Mint lowered herself, but not by much, closer to the ground, and snickered. Nasubi's smile fell slightly. "She enjoys this. And Ryou," she nodded toward the blonde, "I'll be seeing you on the full moon." And with that, she flew out the doors of the steeple, Nasubi still in her arms.

Zakuro's face portrayed horror. The horror of her life being ripped out. She dashed forward, "NASUBI!" she screamed, bolting out the door after them. They were out of sight, no where to be seen. Panting heavily, she fell to her knees, not to far afterward finding a hand on her shoulder. 'Keiichiro…' she looked up at him. No emotion in his face, what so ever. "Aren't you the least bit worried!" she asked, part way through a sob, disgusted at him. He continued with no answer. "Well!" His grip on her shoulder tightened.

Keiichiro closed his eyes, his face going downward to the ground, still no readable emotions or thoughts. After a period of silence between the two, he spoke up, quite softly, "Nasubi will be okay. Mint will bring her no harm."

Zakuro stood up. "You don't know that! We haven't spoken to Mint in the past ten years! How can you assume she'll be alright! What if she…she…she…"

Just then, someone tapped both of their shoulders, the two spinning around in response. That man from before, dressed in a cloak that fully covered his features, was standing before them. No, they looked at his feet, he wasn't standing…he was floating! Looking back up at his head, the man brought a hand to his hood, pulling it off, revealing dark emerald hair and wicked yellow eyes.

"Nasubi will be alright," Kish said.

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Haha! Everyone's in the story now! Yes, it took me forever to bring Kish in, non? So in case you haven't figured it out, this is for sure a Kish x Mint fan fiction.

I can't say much on Nasubi and Ryou's part as of now, but I'll say this much: no more main character deaths. Masaya was the only one, I promise.

So review! I'm not too worried about flames, but if I do get any, I'm having a camp-out with my friends, so we'll roast marshmallows.