hey, its me again... nuh...

also, sorry if i get anything wrong, im only on chapter 33 of TMM... so feel free to correct me.

and also sorry for any misspelt typos... i always miss them. DX

and i also noticed... Ichigo's eyes are actually brown... sorry again...'

AND sorry its going so slowy... ill try to speed it up...winks

by the way, however much i would like to, i do not own tokyo mew mew.

Once we'd got past the introducing stage, Ichigo and I were kinda stuck for words. We just stood stupidly outside our houses.

'uhhh...' I said, just for something to say.

'nyaa...' Ichigo said for the same reason.

I scratched the back of my head warily. I had no idea what else to say.

'so,' Ichigo started. 'did, uh, well...'

'I got pushed out, if thats what you mean.' I responded.'same for you?'

'oh... well, yeah...I was just moping, not doing anything, so my mum pushed me out.' She grinned again.

'hm...' i said. 'i was having dinner and then my mum pushed me out.'

Scilence.

'so,' i shrugged, 'what-'

But we were interrupted by a angry 'nya!'

'oh!' cried Ichigo, 'Acat!'

'yes,' I answered.' Thats my cat, neko.'

'neko?' she asked, tilting her head to the side.

'well-yes.' It must have seemed weird to her. In her opinion, I'd called my cat...well, cat. ' 'cat' is English for neko. Uh... just thinkof it as if you called your neko cat! But i called my cat neko... get it?'

Poor thing, I'd really confused her.

'uhhhhh...' she said shaking her head.' I think so... I' reckon I'll just call her neko though... ' suddenly her mood changed. 'where is she?'

'inside.' I said, waving a hand. 'you can come in, but there's alot of boxes...'

Ichigo shrugged and walked in through the gate. I followed her.

I had been right. There were alot of boxes. And Styrofoam. Lots of that.

'sorry about... well, the mess.' I muttered as I kicked a cloud of Styrofoam into the air.

'waa!nya! Its ok!' Ichigo cried as she flew after the cloud of Styrofoam. She looked so funny. Her eyes were all bright and happy and she leapt around dementedly, tring to catch the stryrofoam.

'nya!' neko cried, and soon she was in the whirling Styrofoam.

It looked fun, and there didn't seem any reason not to try it out, so i did.

'waa!' I yelped as I chucked a whole load of the things into the air. I was flying thick with white foamy things. Suddenly something black and furry whacked me in the face.I thought it was neko's tail, and brushed it out of the way.

Then something did whack me in the face.

'ooops! Sorry honey!' mum cried. She'd been holding out a broom and I'd leapt forward and it had whacked me full in the face.

'its ok.' I murmered.

Ichigo giggled, still on that crazy sugar rush she'd just got.

'clean it up, Hon.' Mum grinned,' and introduce me to this rascal thats just gotten buried under your crazy stryrofoam explosion!'

Ichigo brust out of the white floor(because now the floor was covered in them... it must have gone at least halfway up my calves...) And exclaimed,'huh? Me?'

'yes, you.' Mum laughed.

'nya! Nya nya nya!'Neko laughed.

Ichigo stood up, sending Styrofoam shooting off her. 'I'm Momomiya Ichigo.from next door.' She answered as I started sweeping up Styrofoam.

'oh.' Mum nodded. 'ok.' She plucked a peice of Styrofoam out of ichigo's hair. 'what are you doing here? Did Honey invite you?'

She nodded.

'ok,' mum responded, 'do you want to help?'

I went red.

'mum!'

'its ok,' Ichigo said. ' It'll be ok.' She grabbed the other broom my mum was holding (sneaky,sneaky mother,as cunning as a fox...)and started sweeping up Styrofoam.

Once we'd swept up the twenty million ,7hundredthousand,5thousand,9hundred and seventy two(say that five times fast! Idare you!) peices of Styrofoam,I could see Neko(and Ichigo, for that matter) were straining to resit throwing themselves in it again. I can't say I blamed them. Thing was, I didn't exactly want to sweep up a whole bunch of Styrofoam again, so I dragged both of them out of the room.

'nya! they both cried.

'no.' I said. 'bad kitties.' Ichigo suddenly went rigid.

'huh?' I asked,'whats wrong?'

'oh, er,nothing, nothing,nothing!'Ichigo waved her arms around and went crazy. 'its ok, nothing, nothing, nothing...'

'ok...' I nodded wisely with, er, wisdom.

'well, uh, lets do something, nya?' she still seemed crazy.

'you want something to do?' mum appeared out of nowhere and scared Ichigo and I into high heaven. However, she didn't seem to realise that and carried on,' You can moveHoney's stuff upstairs and get it organised, if you want!'

That sent me back down to earth with a bright red face. You'd have thought mum wanted my to be friends with Ichigo just to help with moving in.

'I don't mind,'

'theres nothing else to do.'

Ichigo and I spoke at the same time,and burst into laughter at the same time. Because there's someting about tlkin at the same time as someone else that makes you laugh.

We were still laughing as we trooped into the living room and tried to lift up my mattress(which four Japanese workmen lifted up.) And somehow or another got it upstairs,Inbetween laughing, shouting out instructions-'Ichigo,Ichigo, look behind you or else you'll-' 'OWW! MY HEAD!' 'never mind...'- and tripping over a small rascal who i wont mention out of the kindness of my heart (Neko).

After dumping the mattress on the bed (the only thing the workmen got up the stairs.), we headed back down and just... well, moved stuff up to my room.

'so.' Questioned Ichigo,'what do we do?'

'I'll start unpacking stuff.' I told her.'you can sit down, you don't have to do anything.'

'no, its ok. I'll help.' She lifted up the lid of a random box. 'huh?' She questioned,'whats this?'

I glanced over and my heart beat a bit faster.

'oh,' I said, 'thats nothing.' I grabbed the box and shoved the lid on. Then I stuck it under the bed.'We'd better hurry up, theres loads to do...'

Cling! The seatbelt light flashed off.

I reached under the seat in front for my backpack. Once it was in my hands I prised it open and got out the box with kooky wrapping paper. I mean kooky. It was bright pink, with sequins and muiltcolouredcurling ribbons. It was also extremely glittery.

I'd got it through costoms.

I peeled off the wrapping paper and folded it up, ready to keep. The box was brown, plain brown.

'plain brown, that what you are, Honey Brown!' Luka always used to laugh.'plain brown!'

Plain brown.

I lifted the lid.

Lying there was a t-shirt. I lifted it up and saw that on the frint it said 'I heart MANGA' and on the back it said, 'IheartANIME' and around those words it has the names of my faveourites- naruto, Yu-gi-oh!the abridged series, princess tutu,perfect girl evolution, ouran high school host club...I checked the tag and saw it was one of those ones that had been made 'especially for you'. I also found a card inside. Taking it out, I realised it wasn't a card, but a portfolio of ten pictures of some anime or other, all done by Luka,who was amazing at drawing manga. It had all my faveourite characters, from Ahiru in princess tutu to Zorc in Yu-gi-oh!(the abridged series).In the last one however, was a girl with short orange hair In a ballet pose with Princess tutu's dress on.

He'd drawn me.

It was obvios. I'd always said i'd love to be able to waer that dress, just once. And now he'd drawn it for me.

My eys were focused on the light streaming down from the celing. He'd done everything so perfectly.

Iswalloed back my tears and focused on the gift wrapped in foil paper on the other side of the shirt.

I unwrapped this too and found a fake gun inside. Tyed around the trigger was a note:

'oi! Over here! Thats better! If any creep comes near you,Honey, squish the trigger and send water flying his way! And invest in some numchucks.the only reason this isn't a real gun is beacues it would be hard to get it on the plane.-michelle.'

I sniffed. Trust michelle. I dumped the water gun next to the shirt and turned my attention to the top of the box., which was another box. Peeling back the gold reflective wrapping paper, i unveiled a bright blue box.

Opening it, I knew it must be from rodger. Only he would get me this.

It was a bunch of little animals,all wooden, all handcarved-by him. His dad ran an arts-and-craft shop, and had taught him how to carve.I had loved those things. There were so many here... and even a small paper list saying which animals they were. Rodger would do something like that, but at the last minute. Organised but disorganised,at the same time.the detail in each miniature animal was astounding. They must have taken him ages... no wonder he'd got them late.

Closing the box quietly, I gripped The gift wrapped in normal wrapping paper.

Donna's gift was a glass vase with Japanese writing on it. I began to read. As I read, rain fell through the plane ceiling and onto my face.

'my dear friend,

Though you go so far away,

Know that our friendship will not end,

So listen to what this vase has it say.

'If in trouble, young one,

I will be there

Because no matter what wrong you've done,

I shall always care.

'Listen to you heart

That is where i reside,

In your soul's heart,

Listen to what it says inside.

Don't forget us,honey

For we shall not forget you'

I wiped the rain away and sniffed. The guy next to me was staring at me weirdly.(my parents and I had been separated on this flight.) After getting a grip on myself, I swallowed and noticed that, under the t-shirt, was something else. Lifting up the shirt, I saw another box.

This one was smaller, and was about two-thirds of the box. It was brown too-plain brown.

I opened it.

Lying on this padded surface (don't ask where they got the surface from!) was a book.

Picking it up, I started to read it. I had been wrong.

It wasn't a book, it was an album.

Pictures of all of us, drawings, photos from when we were tiny, only five, grinningat my birthday party; photos of us on the first and last days of school, shy and withdrawn or crazy and hyper. Ones of michelle, holding a fencing sword, me and her, trying to fight as kendo masters with only brooms as wepons, luka and Liccy eating ramen at the nearest wagamama, Donna singing whilst i did the air saxophone, Rodger doing this crazy hyper stare into the camera.

Then messages-

Hey! Don't forget us!

Watch anime over there for us!

Be careful.

Small messages, but I read them as vividly as the secret manuscript of J.K Rowling.

Then the last one came.

BYE HONEY!

The picture above was of all of us at my last birthday; grinning, pulling faces, basically larking around.

I closed the album and felt the rain pouring down my face again.

'honey? Honey, are you ok?' Ichigo asked as she lay a hand on my shoulder.

'yeah, yeah, im ok...' I murmured as i sobbed.

'no.' Ichigo insisted. 'sit.'

She puched me onto my bed and went to the bathroom to grab some tissues.

'here,' she said,'use these.'

'thanks.' I replied. I blew my nose and sniffed. ' im ok.'

Ichigo rasied her eyebrows.

'seriously.'

'ok...' she sighed.

'see?' i said, springing up,' im ok...' but i fell back down and carried on crying. 'im not ok.' I said. 'im not.'

Ichigosat next to me and pulled me into a hug.

Which was nice. I 'd be freaked out if someone i just met started crying on me.

I sniffed. She smelt nice... musty and... something i couldn't put my finger on.

I sat up and wiped my eyes. Her top was a little damp now. 'sorry.' I said.

She smiled that grin of hers. ' its ok.'

well, thats it.

I'm sorry its so slow... ill try to speed it up next time.(as i said)

please review! bye.