C&M: Ooer…Time for a new chapter, eh? I'm going for a whole new style!

F-Dawg: Don't panic. She just means she's going to bold the authors heading instead of using stupid little dots to separate the it from the actual story.

Rice: But her writing style is still the same! No, she won't be going emo on you…

C&M: Yep!
F-Dawg: Anyway, CreamandMonkeys doesn't own Tokyo Mew Mew or any of the characters.

C&M: But I do own Rice-chan, F-Dawg, and introducing Cake who will help F-Dawg do his job better.

F-Dawg: I do my job JUST FINE...And how come he doesn't have to have a stupid 'nickname?'

C&M: (Laughs Evilly) Oh he willllll…

Cake: (Gulps)

C&M: Anyway, let's continue to the story.

Rice: (Mumbles about Ryou) Lousy ingrate…

Rice stood outside the Café Mew Mew with her back facing the entrance. Behind her were three male extraterrestrials, whose backs were also facing the wall. She cursed Ryou for making her take them home with her. How did he expect her to explain this to her aunt? "Hey Aunt T. These three alien dudes are going to stay here with us. I hope it's alright."

No, that would be highly suspicious. She didn't think even her male-crazy aunt would accept three alien men.

Rice turned and faced the three pairs of curious eyes looking at her expectantly. They reminded her of three stray puppies. Only more cocky. And manly.

"First off, we're going to need to hide your ears."

The youngest one's hands immediately shot up to grab his large ears, "What's wrong with them? Why do they have to be hidden?"

"Well you see," Rice smiled and bent down to be face to face with him, he seemed sort of cute, "I stay with my aunt, and she's not really used to seeing aliens walk through her front door."

"Don't treat me like a little child, human scuttle bag!" his eyes seemed to glaze over with tears.

Rice scratched the cute part.

"Fine. How do you plan to pull that off?" The tall one looked down at her coldly.

Rice smiled, "I have an idea."

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Tama Uta had taken her niece under her wing almost a year ago. Sure, the petite middle-aged novelist had her own kids, two sons, but she expected a fourteen (or at that time, thirteen) year old girl to be a hassle. Whining, screaming- that's what she heard teenaged girls were like. But Rice hadn't been any of those things. Sure, she was stubborn, but she didn't scream and she didn't whine. She didn't even stay out extremely late. Tama didn't even think she had that many friends, or any at all for that matter. This is exactly why 43 year old, white haired, man-loving Tama Uta didn't expect her niece to bring three boys wearing gargantuan beret style hats walking into her kitchen asking if they could stay there.

"It's just for the summer. They won't be much trouble." Holding her breath, Rice tried to force a smile at that lie. She had caught on from Akasaka and Shirogane that the aliens were quite a pain. But Rice was stuck with them and she had to make do.

Tama put the newspaper she had been reading on the kitchen counter and pushed her eyeglasses to the end of her nose.

"What are their names?"

Rice's eyes widened. She knew this. That lousy ingrate (aka Ryou) had told her on the way back downstairs.

"Um…" The youngest one, the one that called her a scuttle bag…his name was Tarb? No, no, that couldn't be right. Was it Tart? Yes, Tart. That was right, "This is Tart."

She waved her hand towards him.

She bit her lower lip. Then the green haired one, the one that was in the middle, his name was Kim? Kit? Kiss? Killabear? Kish? She was sure that was right. Kish, "And this is Kish…"

She looked at the eldest one, who stared coldly back at her. She didn't have any trouble remembering his name. Pai.

"That's Pai."

"Hm. Yes, do they have last names? Are they brothers?"

"Yes and yes."

Pai hissed at her, "We're not brothers!"

She ignored him, "Their last name is, uh, uh...K, uh, Kata. Kata."

"Tart, Kish, and Pai Kata, huh?" Tama looked back down at her newspaper, "Yeah, I suppose they can stay here. You have to fix up the gust room."

Rice exhaled, relived. She waved her hand and gestured for the three to follow her.

"And Rice? One more thing..."

Rice spun around nervously, "Y-Yeah?"

"What's with the hats?"

Don't worry, the chapters to come won't be as boring. Plus, I've though of Cake's nickname! He shall be called C-Hizzowl.

C-Hizzowl: (punches F-Dawg for reminding me to give him some crappy nickname)

I'll upload some kind of bio for him eventually (right now I have this gigantic knot in my neck).

So until next time!

Nya!