Peaches and Cream
EDIT Re-uploading this chapter because my friend who I based Emiko off of made me.
We finally get to see some stereotypical anime action in this chapter! Yay! Also, why aren't you reviewing?! Please? I really need more reviews so I know what people think, so unless I get at least four reviews on this chapter, I won't update until December 5th. Muahaha! I'm evil! XD
Disclaimer: I'm a fifteen-year-old internet addict sitting in front of her dad's computer in Colorado. Do you think I own TMM? Momo, Momo's parents, Kaida, Emiko, Ayame and Haruko all belong to me, though.
Translations:
Onee-(chan) (Sama): This is a polite term the girls use for the girls in the group that are older than them. Literally translated, it means "Elder Sister", even though they're not sisters. It's just a more polite way to address friends who are older than you.
Onii-(chan) (Sama): Same as the first one, but for boys. Means "Elder Brother."
Gomen/Gomen nasai: I'm sorry.
Arigato/Domo: Thank you.
Onigai: Please.
And I've been forgetting one.
Baka: Stupid, or idiot, depending on how it's used.
Yeah, can't believe I forgot to put that one up earlier. .;
And now, on with the show!
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I reached over to my nightstand and groped around until I found the off button on my alarm clock. I slowly sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, thanks to a certain very realistic dream. Why had I dreamt that I grew those weird animal features? I walked out to the dining room and sat down to breakfast, doing my best to push the strange events of last night from my head.
The light morning breeze ruffled my hair in its usual ponytail as I walked to school. I prayed that my friends had maybe settled down a little, as the fight was becoming more and more physical. I really didn't want to have to use my martial arts to break up a scuffle. I didn't get my hopes too high that they'd resolved it, though.
That was probably a good thing, taking into account the first thing I heard when I walked into the classroom.
"I already said I was sorry, what more do you want from me, a legal document to prove it?!"
"I won't forgive you for saying those things!"
"Divine punishment!"
"Find a happy place, find a happy place, find a happy place…"
"Aw, crap," I muttered quietly as I watched my friends. "They're at it again." I walked over to Haruko and said hi. She didn't answer. I sweatdropped. Her eyes were closed, her fingers were in her ears and she was chibi, as she was still trying to block out the sounds of everyone else being… more insane then usual. I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Haruko-Chan," I said. "You were there when it happened; I was sick, so I don't even know all the details. Can't you do something?"
"I don't want them to get mad at me, too," she said, walking to her desk. I didn't blame her. Who in their right mind would want to endure Emiko's "divine punishment?" Said punishment was her going chibi and karate chopping whoever was being punished on the head. Which is what she was currently doing to Ayame.
"Ow! Quit it!" Ayame whined as Emiko chopped her on the head again.
"Fangy," I said, calling Emiko by her vampire nickname, "just drop it. This is—"
I stopped short as our sensei walked into the room. We quickly got into our seats and prepared for another boring homeroom session.
A huge popped vein appeared on my forehead as I watched my friends duke it out at lunch.
"I don't even know why I should listen to you anyway!" Kaida said, turning away from Ayame.
"I swear to god I didn't mean to hurt you!" Ayame said, trying to get Kaida to look at her.
"Then you shouldn't have been so blunt," Emiko said, chopping Ayame on the head. "Divine punishment!"
"Will you cut that out already?!"
My friends turned to face me. Even Haruko, who still had her fingers in her ears, was able to hear me.
"Why won't you guys just drop this?!" I said, flailing my arms in chibi and growing fangs. I immediately returned to normal, though there were still three popped veins on my head. "I'm so sick of this! I don't even know what it was Ayame-Chan said because you refuse to tell me! All I know is this has gone too far." I was close to crying. This was out of control, and I felt like I was going to burst. "I agree if Ayame said something insulting, she needs to apologize. But Kaida, you've been too hard on her for too long. And Haruko, ignoring this isn't going to solve anything. You should be trying to help! And Emiko! Your divine punishment isn't going to help; it's just going to give Ayame a concussion! Plus, why do I have to punish her?! It's so pointless! So why don't you guys give this a rest?! You're all being complete bakas!"
I stood, breathing heavily, my cheeks bright red. My eyes brimmed with tears as I looked at my friends. Biting my lower lip, I turned on my heel and ran out of the room, silent tears flying behind me. I didn't care what the other kids in class thought of me. I didn't care what anyone thought.
"Momo-Chan, wait!"
I didn't listen. They had gone too far. I had never wanted to get involved in this. I couldn't take it. I had to get away. Just for a moment. I didn't care if I was acting like Haruko by running from it. I ran into the unused classroom at the end of the hall and curled up in the corner, face buried in my knees.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I looked up and saw the red-haired girl from the café. I sniffed and wiped my eyes. "Yeah," I said.
She sat down next to me and put her hand on my shoulder.
"I've had experience with this kind of thing," she said. "There's nothing worse than when your friends fight. But things will always get better, that's the one thing you have to remember. After all, that's what friends do, right? They forgive each other. True, it may take some time, but if you truly believe in your friendship, you'll be able to pull through."
I looked at her for moment and smiled. "You're right," I said. "Thanks for…" I struggled to find the right words, considering the awkwardness of the situation.
"Hey, don't mention it," the girl said. "By the way, I never did catch your name."
"Momo Satiro. And yours?"
"Ichigo Momomiya."
Yay! Tokyo Mew Mew styles cheesiness! Dammit, people, review!