Hi! so, I've speeded it up, and I want to make some things clear.

1-past chapters have only been edited recently because I had no idea you COULD edit them. woops on my part.

2-if i do have any typos in here, I'm very sorry. My fingers slip alot on the keyboard, and when i read it over i sometimes don't notice the mistakes.

3-if anythings confusing, ask and i'll either say what it is, or type it in the next chapter.

4-thank you very much to all my reviewers. When I was stuck, I thought'well, these people WANT me to carry on, so it looks like I've got to.'. So i just replayed Caramelldansen and started typing.

5-I do not own TMM or any other anime/manga fearured in this story.

6-I'm only on chapter 33 of TMM. if I miss anything out, I'm sorry.

8-(7 is skipped) Just for the record, the song she sings whilst waiting IS Caramelldansen, cos Its on my 'writing playlist'.

anyway, here it is, I hope you enjoy!

It was dinner. Ichigo had left a while ago and it was just mum and I since dad was working late. I was spearing meatballs and shoving them whole into my mouth. My mum was trying to work the radio.

"Finally!" my mum cried. '"it works!"

'And now for a special report.' The reporter clamoured, 'it seems the mew mews-'

'What on earth is a mew mew?' mum asked.

'I dunno,' I replied.' Maybe you got the wrong channel.'

'Maybe,' mum sighed. She switched the radio off. 'I'll ask Sakura which radio channel she listens to.'

'Sakura?'

'Ichigo's mum.'

'Oh.' Mum had really gotten on with the neighbours. I was surprised I hadn't been ordered to go get an egg from next door already.

I finished cramming the last meat ball into my mouth and headed for the kitchen. I shoved it in soapy water and made my way upstairs. After my crazy crying fit (I cry ALOT) Ichigo and I had finally sorted out the room, but she had speed off quite hurriedly all of a sudden. Strange. However Ichigo is strange.

I was really sleepy. Once I had gotten into my pyjamas and done all my toiletries and stuff, I got into bed. Because that what people who want to go to sleep usually do.

So that's it, thought. My first day in Japan. I created a Styrofoam snowstorm, I though as I was drifting off to dreamland. I got whacked in the face twice, by neko's tail and a broom.

It was only when Neko brushed in front of me that I realised her tail was blue, not black. But before I could take any notice of it, I was already asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I had no idea where I was. Then I remembered I was in Japan, and that this was my second day here.

I also remembered that my room was only half done.

Maybe, I thought, if I get out of the house before mum reminds me, I can get out of doing it today. Which would be good because then I won't have to hang up all my clothes. I can leave them in boxes for now.

So I dragged myself out of bed and pushed Neko off me (she sleeps on me, no matter which position I sleep in.)And started looking for some clothes.

Just a quick note here. IF you ever move house, place ALL your knickers ON TOP of all your tops and trousers. Its annoying digging for one pair of knickers.

Especially when you realise you need white knickers because you're wearing white shorts and all you find are multicoloured ones. (Don't ask.)

When I'd finally got myself dressed, I realised I needed socks. It was then where I thought cop it, I'm going out in sandals. So I did. I ran down, grabbed an apple from the bowl and started eating it on the way out. Before I got out of the house, my mum called:

'Honey! Where are you going?'

Great.

'With, uh...' think honey, think. 'Ichigo!'

'Isn't she going to work?' mum said as she walked downstairs. 'She works in a cafe. She had the day off yesterday.'

Damn.

'yeah,yeah' I laughed. 'I'm going with her.'

'Oh.' Mum said. 'Well... bye, honey! Be careful!'

'Bye!' I said, waving. I couldn't believe my luck.

It was really sunny. Really really sunny. Boy, I was glad I'd worn my sandals. Ichigo was just walking out of her house. I'd been really lucky.

'Ichigo! Ichigo!'

'Hmm?' she answered. 'Oh, hi Honey!' she grinned. She was holding and umbrella.

'Hi Ichigo. Uh... why are you holding an umbrella?'

'It's going to rain.' She answered.

'Uh... right. Um, is it ok if I go to work with you today?'

Her face darkened, then brightened.' Yeah, I suppose... c'mon...'

Wow. Today MUST be my lucky day, I thought.

We walked through this park thing. I like parks. They get me super hyper. It must be the trees or something. Or the leaves. Boy, do I love chasing leaves. By the time we got to the cafe that she worked at, I was high on this crazy sugar rush. Then I saw the cafe.

It was pink. Very very pink. Donna would have loved it. Her whole room was pink. I swallowed a lump in my throat.

'lets go to pinkworld!' she cried. 'c'mon!'

'If you come on the teacups with me later!' I cried.

'Fine!'

We raced each other to the entrance (I won, no matter what Donna says!). This pink nurse stood out side. She bent down and said:

'Hello dears. How old are you?'

'FIVE!' We cried, showing her our hands. 'One, two, three, four, five!'

'Wow,' she said.'that's very grown up, but we must wait for your mummy.'

So we waited for mummy.

I swallowed back the tears and lump in my throat.

'I'm ok' I said, but Ichigo had gone.

She must have gone in, I thought.

Walking in, I was faced which can only be described as pink pinkness. Even if that does not make sense,but anyway. Everything was pink pink pink. Thank god it was different shades of pink. It was also a CAFE. Which means only one thing to me-food. I sniffed. The aroma coming out of the kitchen was too nice... It was cake!

I controlled myself and glanced around. It was packed, and there were only five waitresses.

Ichigo was there of course. Boy, she was working hard. I mean, after a while, I wasn't sure that she had feet, she was moving so fast. It was kind of funny to see how she accidentally crept up on people and scared them, a bit like Neko does when you're in the bath. (She has the ability to sit on the toilet seat when you're in the bath and you've just gotten in. You turn around and look at the toilet seat and WHA! How on earth did that cat get in?).

In the table on the far end, a girl with dark hair in two buns was sipping tea. It was obvious she was a waitress-she had the same uniform as all the other waitresses- but she didn't do anything. She was really dainty. She even stuck her little finger in the air when she drank. She must have been really rich too- the silver necklace with the gold locket gave that away.

Thing is, if she was so rich, then why was she here?

However, that thought slid from my mind when I was almost killed by a plate.A bunch of plates and a flying girl, to be exact.

'Whoaaaaa!' I cried.

'Sorry!' the green-haired, flying girl said. 'Sorry!'

She was a waitress too, with long green hair in two braids down to her waist. She had really thick glasses on and seemed really shy. Well, that was what her body language said. (My mum gave me a book on body language one day when I said it wasn't important. That day, I told a lie. Body language is very important.)

'It's ok' I said, smiling. 'I wasn't hurt. But...' I looked sadly at the smashed plates.' They might be.'

'Oh...' she said, and started tidying up.

Whoa, I thought. Where did they get that broom from?

I noticed that they had them dotted around the room, sometimes leaning on walls or pillars.

Accidents must happen a lot, I reckoned.

'WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAA!' screamed this yellow blur. I jumped out of the way before I was squashed by this giant yellow blur. I noticed when the blur stopped (it had hit a wall) that it was, in fact, a hyper, sugar-filled girl, only about eight years old. She had blonde hair which was quite short apart from the little plaits the came down at the bottom. She bounced up, grabbed a ball (which she pulled out of NOWHERE, by the way) and started balancing on it. And then she did a back flip.

Wow. I mean, I can't do a cartwheel, and this kid was doing back filps on a ball.

'TIP!' she cried, curving her hands and pushing them towards me when she was done back flipping. 'TIP!'

'Err...' I said, 'if I have change after I eat.'

She pouted. 'Tip!'

Then she was called away (no, I didn't catch her name then.) and Ichigo came up to me.

'Honey!' she cried as I shot into the pink roof. She'd crept up on me-which had creeped me out of my skin. 'Do you want a table? Yes? (Why ELSE would I be here?!) come this way. By the way, I'm sorry I left you outside, I had to hurry up, and I was already late...'

'It's ok.' I responded. 'It's cool.' I sat down. 'So, uh-'I was about to ask for a menu but she pushed one in front of me.

'Here' she said, 'see you around!' and then she left.

I knew what I wanted as soon as I glanced at the menu. I laid it down and glanced around for... well, someone. Any waitress would be good.

'Yes?'

I hadn't noticed her. This waitress had long purple hair, with the thickness and length I'd love.(and I was on my way to having) she seemed way older than anyone else and seemed really... well, like a supermodel.

'Yes?' she said, a little louder.

'Oh,' I said. 'Well, a slice of carrot cake, and some English tea, please.' Fine, call me British, but I like my good old tea. And as for carrot cake... well, its just plain yummy.

She walked away without saying anything. Somebody lacks people skills, I thought.

I carried on glancing around. The place was, In fact, chaos.How they managed to actually serve anyone was beyond me.

The doors to the kitchen swung back and the green waitress made her way to my table.

Yay!, I thought, carrot cake time! I sat up a little straighter.

I was a little wary about her bringing the plate over. I thought she would trip or something. I watched her every move. I swear, if it hadn't been for me, I'd probably have snatched it off the other person and eaten it myself. But I was in luck- my carrot cake got to me in one piece.

If I had to describe how I ate my cake, it would be this: NOM NOM NOM. Bye bye carrot cake, hello hyper, happy Honey.

Now for the tea.

I have issues about how I drink my tea. And the first, most important one is that it has to be LUKEWARM. Not hot, not cold, but lukewarm. There is a difference, you know.

Or at least there is for me.

So, whilst I waited for it to cool, I just looked around. Hummed. Murmured Swedish songs. (Swedish is an amazing language, and I like the songs they have.)

It came out of the sky. Or at least, that's what it seemed like.

This giant ball slammed onto the floor in front of me and hit the underside of the table. The tea flew upwards and it was bye bye nice drink, hello stained white trousers.

Seriously, it did fly upwards. I had no idea how that could have happened. I still don't.

'Oh, there's a bathroom around the corner, Honey.' I shot through the pink roof as Ichigo surprised me again. 'Sorry about...' She gestured towards the yellow blur.

'Its Ok...' I said, cautiously feeling my way down to earth, 'I can find the bathroom, I reckon.'

'Ok!' she said brightly, 'and I'll bring you another tea!'

'Ok...' I said, standing up and trying to ignore both the stares and the brown stain. I crept round the corner past the kitchen and found some doors and two staircases-one leading up, one leading down, and the two toilets. I slid into the girls toilet and suddenly realised there was no soap. As usual, I wasn't thinking straight. I mean, I could have just gone and asked Ichigo or some other waitress for soap. But instead I went down the staircase which lead to a door which said 'employees ONLY'.

Well, I thought, maybe it's a storecupboard.

I opened the door.

Store cupboard?! YEAH, RIGHT!

It seemed to be a laboratory of some kind. Everything was metal and grey. Or just looked complicated. They were the sort of machines that I wouldn't breathe on, for fear of damaging them with carbon dioxide. Stuff was beeping, and clinking, and whirring, and twinkling and doing stuff that made my brain hurt. I just stood there, gobsmacked. I must have looked ridiculous, standing there with my mouth open. Unless, (and I haven't found anyone yet,) you like the 'goldfish' look in people.

There were two men-or were they teenage boys? - At the far end of the room. They seemed to be saying something, and I had a feeling that it wasn't that there was no soap in the ladies. One was seated on a swivel chair and the other bent over him. They were both staring at a computer screen. The seated man-or boy- had blonde hair and... Well, don't ask me, I was just staring at his back!

The same went for his friend. He saw more slender though, and he had a brown ponytail which was... well, really long! It went down to the floor. Truth be told, it looked a hell of a lot like a tail. I noticed he had an apron on. Was he the chef? Boy, he was clever as well as being able to cook? Boy, this guy was lucky. The girls would be all over him in a second. I wondered if he was handsome.

I took a few steps forward. The boys seemed engrossed in their conversation and didn't notice me. I managed to catch the blonde one saying:

'Yes, but the last time the computer acted like this was before all five mews had been found. Why is it acting like this?'

'Could it be another mew in the vicinity?'

'But there are already five. Six is too many... right? Unless... this mew's DNA was so perfect, and the computer hadn't properly shut down...'

'We shall have to inform the other mews, Ryou.' Brown tail replied.

Mew? Like on the radio?

The bloke-Ryou-muttered something I couldn't catch. I took some quiet steps forward.

TWIIII!

That was the only way to describe the sound I heard before I got shot by this green thing.

'I guess we found our mew.' Was the last thing I heard before I sank into blackness.

well, thats it. Next chapter coming out...um, when i type it up. anyway, there you go.

bye! cyah next time. Hope you enjoyed it!

Honey:yeah! I did too, because, well...

me:Honey! you can talk in the next chapter!

Honey: fine... just tell me how my life sounded like at that point, 'kay? bye!