Author's note: ok, this is my first fanfic, so yeah; it may not be up to standards. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and feel free to leave any feedback. )

Also, I want to mention that although the title is "Mixuki Mew Mew" this story basically has no connection whatsoever with "Tokyo MewMew" other than the fact that Mixuki turns into a cat. Sorry to disappoint.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma and Co. but I do own Mixuki and Friends, so it's copyright-ed by Me.

Key code:

"People talking out loud"

'People thinking, not out loud'

(Me and my wonderful comments)

"She could be worth something to us," Melle said with an evil twinkle in her eyes…

Velle's eyes lit up with understanding as he nodded in agreement.

The second bell rang and they cackled together before hurrying off to class.

"Mixuki Saotome?"

"Here," answered Mixuki, trying to sound as dull as possible to avoid having those 'hey, you're new here, come up and tell us about yourself,' situations. She tried to blend in like she belonged here.

Sadly, it didn't work.

"Saotome? Are you new here?"

"Yes," mumbled Mixuki slinking deeper into her chair. She wasn't exactly considered a social butterfly.

"Come up here and tell us about yourself," instructed the teacher, routinely.

Seeing, no other way out, Mixuki begrudgingly walked up to the front of the room. She looked around at the sea of unfamiliar faces, all staring at her, waiting expectantly. Then, in the back, she saw the oddballs. Tienshin smiled lopsided at her. Jynxie was mouthing 'good luck' and Kouske gave her a thumbs up.

"No wonder they're oddballs…" muttered Mixuki under her breath. Then she heaved a great sigh, as if every moment was more torture then the previous, and begun. "My name is Mixuki Saotome, I moved here from Meka, and I dislike people." There. She'd said it.

A few jerks in the back snickered and some yelled, "village girl!"

Mixuki didn't take that as an insult, and sat down.

Luckily, the class passed by quickly and uneventfully. In fact, the whole day seemed to go without conflict.

'Home free,' thought Mixuki, smiling to herself, as she walked to her last class, martial arts.

Mixuki's father was a well-known, (well, well-known in Meka) martial artist, so Mixuki figured that she had no real worries. 'It must be in the genes,' she reassured herself.

Unfortunately, Melle and Velle met her at the door. This was obviously a bad omen. So far, she had managed to avoid them all day, which wasn't too hard since they had different classes.

"Well, well, Miss Unfriendly has decided to show up," cooed Melle in a sugary-sweet voice.

"I'm amazed that you didn't hide in the bathroom. There are people in here, in case you didn't know," chimed in Velle, taking Melle's lead.

There were a million things Mixuki thought of to tell them off with, but decided that they weren't worth the words and pushed past them.

Inside, the room was spectacular. Well, the school was dedicated to martial arts, so it wasn't a huge surprise that the martial arts room was the best of all, but wow. The walls were lined with sleek white paint, whereas the pillars and railings were gold. Black mats lined the floors, and sunshine streamed in through the glass windows from the ceiling.

At the front of the class, an old man with white hair stood facing them. He looked serious and strict, yet his eyes were dancing around joyfully, like a 5-year old.

"Class, come to order," said the man, in a deep, crinkly voice. "I am the instructor of this class, you may call me sensei. Today is the first day, so I will start you off with an extremely simple activity. Everyone, try to touch their toes, to their foreheads. Flexibility is key for martial arts."

Mixuki gaped. She couldn't even touch her toes. 'This is going to be a long class…'

After school, Mixuki groaned as her aching muscles refused to move and walk home. It took her about half an hour to walk a 5-minute route.

She wasted no time as soon as she good home.

"daaaaaaddddddd!" she screamed.

"In here," replied Ranma, not sensing the bitterness in her tone.

"Dad! You sent me to a martial arts school! Did you know that? I bet you did! And you know what else? We have a martial arts class. And guess what? I don't know martial arts? So why is it that my dad, the famous martial arts star, can't teach his daughter something 'extremely simple'; like touching her toes to her forehead!"

Mixuki finally stopped yelling to breathe, giving Ranma some time to answer. His answer wasn't all that dignified, either.

First, he stared at her sheepishly. Then after a few moments, he answered. "Your mother thought it would be a good idea if you didn't know martial arts," he said simply.

'Mother?' thought Mixuki. 'My mother? She is about the quietest person I know. (Yes, Akane changed much, no?) She couldn't care less if I knew martial arts or not.'

Ranma, sensing Mixuki's silence, continued. "Did you know your mother was really good at martial arts? Yes, she was a regular tomboy." He cleared his throat. "anyways, your mother and I came across a lot of… incidents because of the strange people we met due to martial arts."

Mixuki nodded, she knew the story of why she was a cat, and she understood that it wouldn't have happened if shampoo didn't like Ranma… if she had never met him… if he hadn't trained in china… trained martial arts. However, she learned to never regret by the age of six, when she met new friends because of her cat form. Too bad those friends were in Meka…

"Anyways," continued Ranma, "your mother thought it would be best to take it easy on you, by restraining you from martial arts all these years. But I could tell right away," Ranma had one of those, I-so-knew-that looks on his face, "that it was your gift. So I just had to move us back to Tokyo, I just had to enroll you into a martial arts school, don't you understand?"

Mixuki did understand. Mixuki understood that it would make Ranma a wimp if his daughter couldn't kick his enemies' behinds. Rather than arguing though, Mixuki just sighed and trudged up to her room, unsure of how to face tomorrow…

"Melleeeeee," whined Velle. "I still don't understand why you have to transfer into all Mixuki's classes! And why I have to transfer with you! Mixuki is in all the strict classes, and I had to beg Principal Sholin to not have those classes!"

"Oh shut up," snapped Melle, crankily. "Transferring into the classes is all part of the plan."

"What plan?"

Melle rolled her eyes. "Let me try explaining it… again. You see, Mixuki actually has the respect of the oddballs, the only group we don't have the respect of. If we befriend Mixuki, then the oddballs will worship up, and we can dump Mixuki. Plus, Mixuki is the new girl. We have to dig up dirt on her, before she can dig up dirt on us."

Velle still looked clueless. Melle rolled her eyes, grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him off to Principal Sholin's office, to change their classes.

Meanwhile, Mixuki was running to school, a complete mess. She woke up late (Meka schools start later) and missed the school bus. Her shirt were mis-buttoned, her hair as uncombed, and she carried a lunchbox. Today however, she wasn't dressed more casually. She was wearing a simple blouse with girlish lace and pink ruffled collars with orange cotton pants and black leather shoes. (I know what you're thinking. If the Shiko thought that there was nothing wrong with her then… then they will now.)

She ran into her first class out of breath, right before the last bell rang. Strangely though… the class had expanded. She could on longer see the oddballs from her seat in the front (they sit in the back) because there was a new row added. Melle and Velle were sitting in the middle of the row, obscuring the view. Around them, Shiko members that she recognized were agonizing the rest of the class who dared sit near them.

Melle then leaned into her seat to whisper into Mixuki's ear from behind.

"Hi, Mixuki. Hi new best friend."

Hmmm… getting interesting… or is that just me?

Anyways, hope you enjoyed. Keep an eye out for chapter 4!

x3Michelle