Nice to know that you all tried and guess who Three likes. I'm not going to say crush. It doen'st seem to fit her. I may just come out and tell you who it is. Or I'll have Three say it hereself. I would tell you guys if your right or not...I'm just not sure. And I've been thinking of writting a sequel to this. If you think thats going to be to much please fill free to express your opinion. Hope you enjoy this next segment of my story.

Disclaimer: I do not own tokyo mew mew

Opening the Past

Chapter Eleven: False Hope

Ichigo One POV

I walked up the stairs to the upper level of Café Mew Mew. All the customers had been sent home and the café closed early, it was dark now. I walked into one of the guest rooms and went up to the window. I then slipped my fingers underneath the seal and lifted it up. Instantly a gust of wind rushed inside tugging at my hair and skirt with invisible fingers. I lifted my hand and brushed the hair that was slapping in front of my face behind my ear, lifting a leg and swinging it over the window ledge and sat on its edge and looked out towards the ground. I then stood up and balanced myself. The wind sure was strong tonight. It felt as if it would knock me right off my feet to meet the Earth below.

As I removed the hair from my eyes for the second time I looked up at the roof of café mew mew. I then started to claim. When I reached the top and stood up. The wind was lifting the two halves of my skirt to the side. Flapping in the wind as if a flag. Leaving most of my bare legs to the open. I looked up and spotted Kish seting on the opposite side of the café's roof. His legs folded Indian style. I smiled to myself as I lifted both hands and pushed my bangs behind both my ears. I started the wobbly journey across the pink slated roof towards him. The air nipping at my clothing.

When I reached his side his long pointed ears twitched and he turned to face me. His golden orbs shinning in the moon light. I then seated myself beside him and swung my legs over the edge. I looked down to see how high up we were. If I didn't love high placed I would have been scared out of my wits, clenging to the roof .

I looked towards my Kish – Kun and smiled brightly at him. He returned with a sly one of his own as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him. I snuggled up against him and looked out into the night as the wind pulled my hair from behind my ear and it stared wavering in front of my face again. Placing a hand on his chest and rested my head at his shoulder I swung my legs back and forth over the ledge.

"What are you doing up here?" I asked.

"How did you know I was up here?" I smiled to myself. Looking down at the ground so fare beneath us.

"I always spot you at the corner of my eye up here. Before you teleport beside me to walk with us to Ichigo's house."

"I don't see why you keep doing that." He said. I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked up at him. The cold winds were tugging at his bangs as they flapped about. His eyes focused ahead.

"You don't see why I keep doing what?"

"Why all of you keeping doing that. You guys keep calling her Ichigo as if your names aren't Ichigo as well. You guys do have names you know."

"Well it's easier to just call her Ichigo. What do you expect us to do? Give each other numbers like she did."

"Of course." I turned my head from him and looked in the direction he was. As the tree's tops were ruffled in the park. It looked as if it were a sea.

"I'm not passing around numbers to all of us because it might offend them. Like the one that's dating Masaya. Did you see how devastated she was when she found out she was second? I mean I could never imagine myself being like that. It was hard to fathom until I found out she existed. Now I feel lucky that I didn't turn out like that."

"I don't see what she finds so great about that Aoyama brat. All he seems to do is smile all the time and talk about the Earth and junk. As if anyone cares." I looked back up at him. My brow furrowing into a slight frown.

"Well I care about the Earth. All of us mews cared about the Earth. That was the only reason we were fighting you and your buddies in the first place. Because you were trying to take it." He groaned inwardly.

"Do we have to have this conversation again?" he said in an exasperated voice.

"No, we don't but I did care about it. I still do." I looked back out towards the park. At all the trees and green. It all looked so…natural. We sat in silence for a time before it was broken.

"But I was welling to leave it." I said. "Because I love you more than I love Earth." I looked up to wards him. He was looking at me with those gold eyes of his. They were slightly wide before a grin slowly came to his face. He then pulled me tighter to him. And leaned his head down so that our noses touched.

"I'm glade you came with me. I don't know what I would of done if I went back home with out you. Not being able to see your lovely face again. I love you far too much to be away from you to long."

His lips lightly pressed against mine as I closed my eyes. When our lips parted I snuggled tightly up next to him as he wrapped his arms around me; holding me closes. I smiled to myself as I looked out into the darkness, the wind still tugging at my hair. Soon, I thought, we'd be back home.

Ichigo Two's POV

I sat at a table to the café. Next to Mint holding a cup of tea in my hands. We weren't speaking but the café was closed. Every one was dressed in normal attire and was waiting for Ryou to come up and explain in full detail what they think is going on. I held the white china in my hands as I studied the delicate crafted pink roses etched along its brim. My cup was still full; I hadn't had the mind to bring it to my lips. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and what could happen.

I could see my old science teacher in my head. His unruly gray hair that was pressed down flat at the top but the ends jetted out in every direction refusing to be mastered, his quite large brown eyes. I didn't know what it was about him but he had gotten me intrigued by science. I had loathed it before but the day I first stepped into his class I knew something was different about him. He had a passion for his work like no other teacher I'd seen. When he got excited about something it got me excited. And when he was down about a failed experiment I was down. But when he'd perk right back up and jet his finger in the air saying that every failed experiment led to discovery. I would be happy again. It was my most favorite class. And he my favorite teacher. I remember how I was swelled with pride when he had called me out as one of his best students, his most priced. I beamed. I loved his lessons and I never missed a word. And as I grew to love my teacher like a grandfather my love for science also grew. I always wanted to learn more from him. But after I left for England with Masaya I didn't say good bye. I just left….I didn't even tell my most favorite teacher…one who had been a grandfather to me and I his granddaughter had left his class with out a second glance. My shoulders slumped. I missed him dearly now.

When I ended up here all kinds of explanations ran through my head. I just had trouble piecing them together with what was really going on. When Ichigo started going down to the lab all the time I wasn't angry with the fact of her sudden interest in science - I was glad that she would get the chance to see the enjoyment of it. But I was furious that she was also partly going down there because of Ryou and that pained me. I loved Masaya so much that I couldn't believe that she was failing for the jerk that I had left behind and been glade about it. He was always mean to me and I always saw him as an ass…But when he was nice to me…I did feel certain feeling for him, but my heart was for Masaya not him. The fact that it was working differently here bothered me deeply.

Now Lettuce and Pudding were staring out the window, there eyes never pealing away from the splits off in the distance. At night it just seemed that their blue intensified against the blackness of the sky. And instead of rippling with purple lighting it was shinning with a soft mist of purple and pink sparkles. Zakuro was in the kitchen with Three and One – as much as I hated it – was upstairs somewhere with Kish.

I stirred my spoon around my tea. I could partly understand why Ichigo was falling for Ryou…I almost did. I guess that things happened here that just made the pull stronger and weaker towards Masaya. The same thing as with One. She had said that certain things had happened in her dimension that had changed her feelings for Kish and as time went by it was stirred by each event. I sighed deeply. As it came to me that I should accept who they wish to be with…no matter how much it upset me.

I gazed into the dark liquid. I really did miss my science teacher. A tear slid down my cheek and dropped into my tea creating ripples. I blinked at it. I almost shuddered. I miss you Mr. Soyau.

Ichigo Three's POV

I fixed pasties in the kitchen while Zakuro sat at a stool and propped her elbows up on the island in the center of the kitchen. I was dressed in my hot pink hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. The same outfit I had been wearing the day I arrived here.

I was not in the mood for talking. I barely ever wanted to talk. I preferred to cook. After all the years of living in the mansion with my father and mother I had found out how unprofessional the professional cooks were that constantly cook for us. It picked so much at my nerves that I scared them away by just glaring at them and started cooking my own meals. After awhile my father scolded me from keeping the chiefs from doing there job so I said I would work in the kitchen with them.

I mad sure they stayed clear from me. I wasn't into unwanted company and all I was there to do was make myself a meal. As they cooked for my parents and often quest I would be left alone to a space of the counter and cooked. When I moved to the sink they'd shrink back and let me have the sink. When I went to the stove they grabbed there dish from inside and swept aside for me to place mine in.

Once I was so repulsed by how they were cooking the salmon wrong that I took it right from the chief's hands and dumped it in the trash. As they watched in horror I walked back to the freezer and took out a fresh one and cooked it over my way. When I had them bring it to my father he said it was the best he had ever had and if they cooked it like that from now on he would triple there wages. But they soon confessed that it was me and my dad had the five star chiefs take lessons from me. It was one of the few things I took joy in.

As I kneaded the dough Zakuro broke the silence.

"So you like to cook." I just glanced at her and nodded. She looked off into the distance.

"Does he like you back; in your dimension." I stopped kneading and turned to face her placing my palms of the counter behind me. I tilted my head.

"To tell the truth I don't know. And truthfully I really don't care. If I'm near him I'm just fine." A small smile came to Zakuro's lips. Her hair was the same length as mine and I thought it ox ward. In my dimension it was slightly shorter and I had the longest hair out of the mews. But then I really don't give a care. I took the bowl and placed it in front of her. She looked at me with her blue eyes, as if she were trying to search for something. I looked right back into hers. Is she was going to try and find something in my eyes she could go straight ahead. I would look right back. After a moment her smile returned bigger than before.

"Try the dough." I said, partly as an order. Actually it was an order. Zakuro dipped her finger into the dough and put it in her mouth. I watched her with no emotion. Her eyes slightly widen as she removed her finger from her mouth. I small smile crawled up my lips.

"Enjoy it." I said. She blinked then looked at me.

"You made this?" I took the bowl from in front of her and brought it back to the counter.

"If it's the dough isn't pleasing when in its dough form then how would you expect it to be tasteful when you bake it." Zakuro continued to smile.

"I guess your right." She said softly. I took hold of clumps of dough into my hands and rolled them up and placed then neatly in rows on the cookie sheets. "What are they?" I was silent as I placed a few more balls of dough onto the cookie sheet.

"Its cinnamon strawberry swirl." She raised an eyebrow.

"Never heard of that."

"I created it myself." There was silence for a bit.

"Do you sell them?" I finished the first tray and started filling the second.

"No." I said flatly.

It was hard enough being famous because your father was one of the wealthiest men in the region. And photographers were always claiming that I was a model. Spilling their filth into the papers. I was no model. I despised anything based on just being pretty. The only thing I cared looking good was I. Anybody else who were engrossed in forcing people to long to look like them I wanted nothing to do with. And the guys that were constantly at my door step with bouquets of red roses made me sick. As if flatter would get me in there arms and there hand in my pockets…that is…except for one guy.

Normal POV

When every one decided to sleep at the café up in the guest rooms I stayed down in the lab. Ryou and Keiichiro had long since gone upstairs to explain in full the situation. Of which it was decided by all that the top priority was to get the machine fixed find out how to get it to do what it did before and get them back where they belong. But that was easier said then done. Not considering the work, and strain to get the machine up and running and the fact that we still had the world to defend from alien attacks.

The lights were out in half the lab. There hadn't been the time to replace the bulbs that had exploded and we were afraid to touch them. For purple fuzz of electrify surrounded them expanding a faint source of light. I stood in the staring off at the time machine in the corner. It was dark and I could only see its faint outline. I remembered how before I hadn't even noticed it. With my hands in the pocket of my thin red jacket I stared at it. My lime green skirt sprouting from underneath my dark blue thigh high socks covered my legs along with a black pair of shoes. I had left my hair out and I didn't feel like bothering to pull it away from my face.

In the quite of the lab I heard foot steps behind me. Not turning around I waited for the presence to stand next to me in the near dark. We both looked at the silhouette in the corner as if waiting.

"You know it's not your fault." I stood there all kinds of things running through my mind…in the peace of the lab.

"I know." There was continued silence before I turned to face Ryou. "But thanks for telling me." He looked to me his blond, star dust colored hair vibrate compared to the non lit room.

"I called your parents. To let them know that you had a late shift and that you'd be home shortly." A small smile came to my lips.

"Thanks Ryou." We spoke in nearly whispers. It was strange but seemed to perfectly fit my mood. We continued to stand looking at the corner. I then said with out looking at him.

"Would you walk me home?" There was silence.

"Sure." I couldn't help but smile in the darkness.

We took the long way home obviously avoiding the splits in the sky. I notice at least each our three more where added to the sky. The streets busier than they usually were. People and crowds flowing out, setting blankets on the ground eating midnight snacks as they watched the magnificent beauty that dazzled their eyes in the night sky. Little did they know it meant that they all would no longer exist in a short matter of time. As we walked by the streams of light from building and the passing of people staying up late to marvel at the rips I looked to the ground. It all felt so ox ward to be the only people to know what was really going on. I knew sooner or later some one would run across the area in the parks where they hovered above and might be foolish enough to step inside. That would cause some problems. But at the same time I coulnd't help from feeling safe…and somewhat…relieved.

"Everything would be all right soon…wont it. Once we get them back." I asked. We continued walking the soft talking of the crowded people around us seemed distant.

"Were going to get them back where they belong. Once we do that they'll be nothing to worry about…" I shook my head.

"What if it happens again? If you don't figure out why it did what it did it could happen again…and everything could fall apart again."

"Then we might have to destroy it." I kept my head down. My hands firmly pressed within the pockets of my fluffy red coat.

"Are you sure…after all that work we've been doing to fix it? Not even counting how long it must have taken you to build it in the first place."

"I'm not sure…but if I have to I well." I smiled to myself my eyes focused on the stepping of my feet.

"Such confidence," I said as I removed my hand from my pocket and took hold of his. I felt him almost halt his walking but he covered it well by keeping pass with me. As his fingers rapped around my hand I looked up straight ahead. The smile on my face I couldn't help but show to the open glistening night.

When we reached my house I looked up to see the lights off to my house but I knew my parents where back because the care was parked around the bend. I looked about the windows to see if I could see their silhouettes walking by. I didn't want to get caught at night – late at night – standing alone with my boss. My dad would probably faint with furry. Turning the key in the lock I twisted the knob and turned back to look at Ryou. He stood with his hands in his pockets his eyes looking at anything other than me. The corner of my lips tugged upwards.

"Thanks for walking me home." I whispered through my smile. His eyes turned to face me.

"Sure, no problem." I opened the door and slid inside. Pecking through the crack as I slowly edged the door close. The look of bafflement of my bemusement on his face had my grin grew slightly broader.

"Bye, Ryou." When the door locked in place and I turned the bolt I stood there, one hand on the door knob and the other on the bolt as I listened to the sound of his feet brushing against the walkway. When they faded the lights suddenly flicked on and I was suddenly blinded. I blinked in an attempt to focus my eyes but was helplessly blocked as the worried fiasco of words from my mother and infuriated accusations from my father. I felt disoriented as I turned to face them my eyes slowly adjusting to the blinking haze of beige light. And when it came clear I wish I had stayed blind. I leaped back my back pressing against the door. My parents where standing right in front of me. My mother standing behind my father a genius worry and relief in her soft brown eyes. My father's face was only inches from mine his eyes of blaze with craze.

"Who was that boy? What were you doing? Why weren't you home?" Shouted away my father.

"The school called. Why did you leave early? What cousins where they talking about? Ichigo, darling is everything alright?" rambled mother. As the continued on I pushed my way between them and turned to face them as I reach a safe distance up the stairs. I smiled brightly at them.

"Glad you guys are back! I'm tired! It's late! Good night!" I called back as I waved and rushed up the steps ignoring there rebukes as I slammed the door close to my room and slid down the door.

The next morning I woke at six. I swung the covers off of me and jumped to my feet. I had to get to the café. I had to help with the machine and check on the girls. I showered, brushed and slipped on a red strap dress that ended slightly below my thigh. I then slipped on light purple thigh high socks with purple boots. A white long sleeve shirt worn underneath the dress. I then tired my hair up in their usual pigtails, grabbing my red coat and rushed down the steps taking two at a time. Grabbing hold of the railing I jumped over the last four steps and landed perfectly on my toes as I turned to face my parents in the kitchen.

My mother was hovering over my father who sat at the table reading a news paper. A plat in front of him. They both turned to face me. I waved.

"Bye see you later!" I chimed as I avoided confrontation and left out the front door, running down the street my hair flying in the wind.

Ichigo One POV

I stood in the door way to the kitchen. The Ichigo with long hair was rushing away in the kitchen. Even as she darted from place to place she kept a cool aura around her. Her face was calm and emotionless. Even as the situation seemed strained she didn't appear rushed. I stood there in the café waitress uniform with my hands behind my back. Even thou I knew the café wouldn't be opening today due to more important things to worry about. I couldn't keep my self from the demotion of putting it on. As I watched even the Ichigo working in the kitchen wore hers. I guess we had just gotten used to them.

The mews arrived at seven the Ichigo of this dimension at six thirty. She was wearing a cut, short, strap dress and purple socks. I liked the way it looked. How they didn't always match. But the colors contrasted quite well. Everyone had barely had a decent breakfast and when it was spoken the Ichigo with long hair silently left and started straight to work in the kitchen. She reminded me a lot like Zakuro. Even in my dimension both Zakuro's acted the same. Cool. Calm. Distant. Except the Zakuro I knew wasn't famous. And this Ichigo Three was well know across the country due to her fathers wealth and her many talents. From what I heard this Ichigo was a professional dancer and already a five star chief. I could see dancer but chief. I couldn't see what was so intriguing about it. Even thou Kish-kun was always hungry. I never cooked for him. I was horrible at it.

I stepped into the kitchen. Ichigo Three adjusted the temperature to the stove then checked inside. I had just noticed that even her hair was similar to Zakuro's. She stood up and looked towards me.

"Hay. Not to seem totally un-cool or anything but I was wondering if you could give me a few pointers on cooking." She looked at me with confident eyes that felt as if they were boring into me. They even felt just as uncomfortable as Zakuro. She was silent.

"Well Kish – My Kish – likes to eat and I've never had the guts to step into a kitchen…Maybe you could show me something simple and…I could make that for him when we get back." I stood there in the unmoving kitchen as she looked at me. Her gaze unwavering. I felt like a ditz for standing in front of her the way I was with this big cheesy smile on my face. But I couldn't help it. Even thou my face felt like it was about to crack.

"No problem with me." She finally said as she turned back to the stove and crouched down to peer inside through the tiny window in the door. I let out a breath and smiled triumphantly. I had mad it through that situation. Now getting back home.

Ichigo Two POV

I sat next to mint as I glared an unwavering glare at Kish. He sat on a table top his feet probed up on the seat of a chair as Pudding chattered away to him. Asking him all sorts of question. As in how was it different in his dimension? How is Ichigo different? Why did he like her? Why did she go back with him? On and on it went.

Even though I had told myself the other day that I would learn to accept the other Ichigo's choices of a guy but that had been expelled from mind over a nights sleep. I couldn't see what were in these girls' minds. No ONE WAS BETTY THAN AOYAMA-KUN! I let out an exasperated breath. My eyes were started to hurt from glaring at him for so long. Even Mint was started to eye me as she sipped her tea. Off in the distance I heard a crash of a plat and Lettuce's continuing mumbling of sorry to Ichigo Three. Lettuce had gone in a while to go to help. Look like her fingers where a little too sticky for the job.

Then out of now where Ichigo showed up. The one that had named me second. She was panting as she reached the top of the stairs. She held her knees her head down. When she looked up she had a huge smile on her face her cheeks slightly red.

"It's done! The machine…It's been fixed." She stood up straight. "It's ready!" My chest swelled as I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe they had gotten it done so quickly and the look of pure joy on Ichigo face had my skin prickle. I blinked as Mint stood up and headed to down the step followed by Kish and Pudding. One, Three, and Lettuce pocked there heads out the kitchen. Ichigo turned to them smiling.

"It's done" she said simply. The needed not another word they left and went down into the lab. Zakuro was already down there. Ichigo looked to me…just smiling. She held out a hand.

"Aren't you coming?" The look in her eyes, the grin on her face. I didn't know what to believe. Could it really be done…so quickly? I knew Ryou and Keiichiro where smart….but could they be that smart. I slowly stood up and walked towards Ichigo. She took hold of my hand and led me down the steps. The whole time my heart was pounding.

Could this…could this really….be happening?

Normal POV

I couldn't help but grin as I landed on the floor to the lab as Two stepped off the last stair. Everyone was gathered around a distance from the machine. One was holding Kish's hand and I could see the smile on her face. Three's eyes eye's seemed to hold slightly more emotion as she looked at the machine that now was lit with its usually haze of white lights. Big bulky tubing, purple stubs and all – it was done. It had taken awhile for Keiichiro and Ryou to figure out how to get it to link to the other dimension but they got it. The said that once they stepped in they should be automatically sent to where they belongs. My heart was pounding. I couldn't believe it. After about a week and a half of worrying it was over. They were going back They universe wouldn't strangle "self destruct" as Two described it. I went up to Ryou who sat in front of the lab top I placed my hands at the back of his chair and looked at the screen.

"Ready?" I asked. He looked up to me.

"Yeah." Keiichiro was standing by his eyes intently focused on the consul at the time machines side. I was giddy. Overly, spontaneously giddy. I couldn't believe how happy I was. Everything was going to be set right. Everything was going to be ok. I smiled broadly as Keiichiro and Ryou made the preparations. About fifteen minuets later we stood around. Kish, One, Two, and Three stood a short distant from the machine as the white light inside slowly pulsed from within.

Kish stood with his arms crossed over his chest. Two's eyes were wide as if she were frightened. Both One and Three looked drained of emotion. As if left in a dazzling shock that refused to let them go.

Ryou pressed a key and the glass door of the tub slid open. Suddenly One leaped back and inch, a small yelp escaping her tightly pressed lips. I couldn't see what was the matter with them, they were finally going to where they belonged. Leaving the cluster of mews I stood with I went up to them and placed a handon Two's shoulder. She slowly turned to face me her eyes filled with something I recognized...anxiety. I gave her shoulder s gently squeeze.

"Don't worry. Ryou and Keiichiro are going to get you back." She nodded absently then pulled her eyes away from me looking blankly at the machine. I could see Keiichiro press something out of the corner of my eyes. I couldn't tell what but the machine started zooming. Suddenly the grin left my face leaving no sigh of it ever being there.

That wasn't right...it's supposed to make a zumming sound not zooming. I then remembered that this was the sound it was supposed to make. It only made the zumming when I tripped and ripped the cording right out of its socket. I blinked a few times. Maybe what I had done to ruin it was fixed. The lights to the rest of the lab shut off. I turned round. The only source of light coming from the machine as its white glow intensified.

"What's going on?" I heard Mint off in the darkness.

"Is this supposed to happen?" Zakuro asked. My head suddenly turned back to the machine. It was glowing so bright that I could see everyone again. I then took one looked at Keiichiro's face, mine turned ashen. What was wrong? I darted my eyes toward Ryou he looked utterly confused. I opened my mouth to speak but then something cracked. A loud, snapping, furious cracke that forced me to face it. I turned and my breath was chocked right from me.

Suddenly the lab was engulfed by purple lightening. It struck every item, exploding it into sparks of gold. I heard faint screams in the background but all I could bare to concentrate on was a wed of purple lightening as it stretched forth like legs of a spider. They rapped around and object and I heard a scream. One reach out to me but I was being blinded by the white light that grew with such strength I was blind. It blocked all out except for strips of lighting. It struck me and it felt as if my life were being jolted out of me. My lung closed up and I was lifted through the air. I let out a strained cry as I was hurtled toward the pulsing, white hot intensity of the light.

Well this took a while to type. Only eleven pages on word. Usually it goes up the thirteen. Two pages less. Hope you enjoyed it and review at wish. The next chapter well be updated by Saturday as always. It would be called: Ripped.And again i didn't feel like reading over the intire thing to find mistakes. If you reviews would please tell me if I have screw ups anywhere– Beloved Kitten