At long last, here it is! I've had a bad bout of writer's block... I'm very sorry it took this long to update!
So please read and review!
I don't own Tokyo mew mew!
~nightfall26
Morning came without a warning. The loud trilling of my alarm jarred me from the deep sleep I had fallen into, and I opened one eye to glare at the clock. I smashed my hand down on top of it, sitting up slowly to look at myself in the mirror across from me.
I looked worse than I'd thought.
Dark circles rimmed my red and puffy eyes, and my hair was a nest of tangles. My face felt dry and cracked from the lines of tears that had streaked down my cheeks. I sighed heavily and got to my feet, grasping the handle of my brush and tugging it through my red locks. I cast a look down at my phone, lying innocently on my dresser. I put down the brush and picked it up instead, flipping it open.
Zero messages.
Of course. Masaya wouldn't have texted me. He didn't want me anymore. I held back a sniffle, and worked on putting my hair up into ponytails. I could control what my hair looked like, couldn't I? I couldn't control much else though...
I pulled on my uniform, picked up my bag, and walked down the stairs. Everything seemed so normal. As if the rest of the world had no idea of the pain I felt. I passed my mother by as she was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and opened the door.
"Honey, do you want something to eat? You're early this morning." Sakura called, smiling at her daughter. I turned around, my eyes still sore from crying.
"No thanks." I muttered, stepping outside of the door. As I walked to school, with slow, sloth-like steps, I imagined what it was exactly that I had done to deserve this. Was it because I didn't have that much time for him? Was it because I was a Mew?
He never saw me fight. He only knew that I was a Mew. I sighed heavily, and looked up to see that I had come to the school. Not many people were here yet, I was remarkably early. So I sat down on the entrance steps, looking out over the park nearby. I caught a glimpse of the kendo team, running up to the school. I bit down on my lip, and tasted the bitterness of blood. I hurried to look away as Masaya came by, and I stood up to walk away. They would run by again. I just knew it. So I walked into school.
I found a bench near the entrance that was unoccupied, and nobody walked by it. I sat down, putting my bag next to me.
My eyes were blurry, and I noticed that I was crying. I wiped furiously at my eyes, trying to get rid of the tears before the bell rang.
Just then, the door opened. I turned away, trying to hide behind my hair.
"Ichigo?" The familiar voice made me cringe, and I clenched my fists. Masaya stood in the doorway, his stance hardly aggressive. I looked up at him, my eyes still flooded with tears.
"Ichigo, please don't cry..." He began, reaching out to me with one hand.
"Go away." I spat, fighting to keep my voice even. I simply picked up my bag and stood, running away from him as quickly as I could.
Miraculously, the bell rang then, and kids started to storm the hallways. Masaya didn't run after me. So I hurried to get to my classroom and sit down in my seat. I hoped desperately that nobody would notice my red, puffy eyes. Miwa and Moe came in, and sure enough, they noticed.
"Ichigo! Are you okay?" Miwa cried, rushing to my side. I shook my head once, before putting my head down on my folded arms.
"I heard already that Masaya broke up with her." Moe murmured, and she patted my back.
"Don't worry, Ichigo, we're here for you." I nodded once, and burrowed deeper into my arms.
"Do you think she's going to be okay?" Moe whispered, and I heard Miwa sigh.
"I don't know. Masaya meant a lot to her..." Her voice was strained, and I tried to escape the conversation by further pushing my head into my arms.
"Maybe she should start looking at other guys? I've heard that helps with break ups." Moe tried to keep her voice quiet.
"No, I don't think that would help her..."
Their conversation continued, rambling on and on until I could hardly stand it. The bell rang at long last, and they left to sit at their desks. Blessed quiet filled my ears, and I sighed a little.
Once it was time for class to start, I looked up at the front board listlessly. I was as uninterested in this as ever. But instead of starting a lesson, the teacher sat on the edge of her desk and took off her glasses to stare at us.
Suddenly, she clapped her hands. The few students that were still whispering jerked to face her, sitting at attention.
"Class, we have a new student!" She called, and I noticed a boy standing by her desk. I furrowed my brow as I examined him, and cocked my head. He was strange looking, that was for sure. He turned to face the class, and my eyes widened. He had shoulder-length hair, as white as salt. He sported pale blue eyes that regarded us intensely. He was tall and slim, with his jacket slung casually over one long arm. His posture was a rebelling slump.
I felt... Curious. Who was this stranger?
He suddenly fixed his gaze upon me, and I bit back a gasp. Emotions raged in those eyes, and his face was frozen in an apathetic stare.
"This is Akira Nagasaki. Momomiya-san, would you kindly come up here?" The teacher said. I forced my gaze to slide away from Nagasaki-san, and I looked over at the teacher.
"Nya?" I was surprised, but I stood anyways. I trudged my way up to the front of the class, and the mutterings of the people behind me made me nervous.
"Yes, sensei?" I fidgeted with the hem of my skirt, biting down on my lip.
"Would you mind if you showed Nagasaki-san around a little?" The teacher asked, smiling politely.
"If you care." Nagasaki-san muttered. His voice was smooth, like liquid chocolate. I swallowed. I could feel the blood rushing to my face in an embarrassed blush.
"Uhmm, alright." I was baffled by his cold demeneour, and the teacher nodded thankfully to me.
"Good. Go sit by Momomiya-san." I bowed once to the teacher, and returned to my seat.
"Yes." Nagasaki-san looked up at me briefly, and I had to look away from his troubling eyes. I noticed that he had the top button of his collar undone, and a black necklace hung underneath it. I was puzzled. It had some kind of odd insignia inscribed onto it.
"It's not polite to stare." He said brusquely. I met his gaze with surprised eyes.
"Oh, sorry..." I bowed my head to him once before casting my gaze elsewhere.
I didn't speak to him until the end of class. My mind was clouded by the immense amount of grief that crushed me, and I was living each moment with one thought in my mind.
I had to get to the Cafe. That was my duty- and I would perform it as well as any other day.
After class ended, I hurried to catch up to Nagasaki-san. I skidded to an ungraceful stop next to him, my shoes slipping a little on the newly waxed floors. He raised an eyebrow at my absence of grace, and shook his head slowly.
"I have to go to lunch now, where are you headed?" I asked, waiting while he looked at his schedule. I craned my neck to look over his shoulder, stepping up on my tiptoes. He was tall!
"That's weird..." I whispered. He looked up at me.
"What is?"
"That's the exact same schedule that I have." I said, fiddling with my hair. Nagasaki-san shrugged.
"Whatever. I'll go find somewhere to hang around until lunch is over." With that, he turned away. I furrowed my brow. He was so strange.
"Wait, Nagasaki-san!" I cried, waving my arms at him. He turned back around to face me, one corner of his mouth quirked.
"Yes?" His tone was amused. I sighed a little and walked up to him.
"You're going to come to lunch with me, nya! You can't just wander around by yourself!" I huffed, putting my hands on my hips. Nagasaki-san nodded once to me, and shrugged on his jacket with careless fluidity.
"If you say so." Nagasaki-san looked down at me boredly. I puffed out my cheeks at him in frustration and began to navigate through the halls. Once I arrived at my favorite spot, the roof, I had pointed out most of the unfriendly guy's classes.
"You eat lunch on the roof? Unsocial much..." He muttered, flicking back a strand of his hair. I frowned at him.
"Normally, my friends come up here with me. But they decided to leave me alone." I felt suddenly grateful towards Moe and Miwa. Nagasaki-san snorted.
"Whatever for? Boy problems or something?" He drawled. I tensed at his words, and glared at him.
"Like you would care." I snapped, stomping to a corner where I sat down on a bench to eat. He didn't even acknowledge the fact I had left, and instead leaned on the railing to stare out over the grounds. I munched down on my lunch, crossing my ankles and watching the new student with curious eyes.
I had the oddest sense that I had met him before.
Days went by, and still, I was forced to escort Nagasaki-san to each of his classes. I did so grudgingly, taking his bad behavior with good humour.
Most of the time.
Today, however, hadn't been a good day thus far. Masaya had followed me inside the school to attempt to talk to me. It was very hard to get him to leave. After fifteen minutes of the cold shoulder, he seemed to have taken my hint and shoved off.
It was lunch again, and today wasn't much different. I walked away from Nagasaki-san to sit in my own little corner, eating contendedly.
Until the cloudy-day skies broke open, revealing a rather irritated alien. I gasped, getting to my feet in horror. How could Kish show himself while Nagasaki-san was here?! How dare he?! I readied myself to give him a good yelling, when he suddenly pulled back his arm and released a Kimera Anima towards me. I shrieked and dove to the side.
"Nagasaki-san!" I cried. The blonde didn't move, simply stared up at Kish. I scrambled to my feet as the Kimera Anima took hold on a nearby rat. I dropped into a low stance, watching as it morphed into a huge beast. It was different from the first rat Kimera Anima I had seen- that long time ago. It was twice as big, a deep maroon color, and sporting large spikes protruding from its spine. I bit down on my lip. It lashed out at me, and I narrowly avoided its tail from knocking into me. A scream erupted from my lungs, and Nagasaki-san finally spun around. His eyes grew huge. It seemed as if he had only just realized the presence of the creature.
I crawled over to the side of the rooftop, panting heavily. I pushed myself up onto my knees, and noticed a scrape running the length of my shin. I frowned and looked back up at Nagasaki-san.
"Momomiya-" Nagasaki-san began, taking a hesitant step towards me. The rat turned towards him, roaring in fury and baring long fangs. I took a deep breath.
It was either watch this jerk die, or transform in front of him. I pondered for a moment, pressing my back to the wall behind me. Nagasaki-san was surprisingly agile, and instead of being knocked to the side, avoided most of the blows.
He didn't seem surprised at the appearance of this giant monster.
Suddenly, the rat swatted him to the side, and he crashed into the side of the roof. My eyes widened in horror, and I leapt to my feet, not thinking twice about transforming. I couldn't bear to see anyone hurt if I could have prevented it.
"MEW MEW STRAWBERRY, METAMORPHOSIS!" I cried, pressing a soft kiss to my pendant. As the pink glow engulfed me, I didn't notice Nagasaki-san's eyes were still open, and were focused avidly on me...
And there you have it! I hoped you liked it~
3 Reviews or no next chapter!!! Thank you!
~nightfall26