Disclaimer: If I owned Tokyo Mew Mew I would have made Ichigo much smarter than she is and the mew mews and the aliens would be friends as well as enemies… which would be confusing, so it's a good thing I don't own it!

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"Great. Now what are we going to do with Kish?" Mint asked morosely, staring at her phone.

"We need to give him back," Lettuce whispered, her face ashen with fright. "You heard him, he'll hurt Pudding!"

"No," Zakuro stated flatly. When the others turned to look at her, she elaborated her reasons for not wanting to give their prisoner back. "If we give him up, we'll lose our only leverage, and what's there to stop them from hurting Pudding then? If they hurt Pudding, we'll hurt Kish, it's as simple as that."

"Will you please not talk about me as though I'm not here?" Kish asked sourly. He really hadn't been expecting his plan to backfire this badly, he'd admit. This pissed him off. Although… losing his ability to teleport hardly made him helpless…

Under his breath the alien called his dragon swords. As the mew talked over Kish's fate while ignoring anything he said or did, Kish rose into the air and prepared to teleport—

The air exploded, and Kish was hurled forward. The teenager slammed into one of the café's pink walls and bounced back onto the floor. He grunted in pain at the impact and rolled onto his back, panting for breath. He couldn't believe the energy that had sapped from him!

Ichigo leapt up from her chair and jumped on Kish's chest. The pink mew tried to wrestle the swords from her prisoner's hands, cursing herself and everyone else for forgetting his ability to summon his weapons at will.

Well, Kish is Kish. He knew that there were five mew mews to one of him, and fighting would be useless. So he went ahead and dropped the swords, then grabbed Ichigo's shoulders and kissed her deeply, passionately.

Ichigo pushed away from him. "You stupid pervert!" the pink mew screamed, enraged. "Don't you ever kiss me! I have a boyfriend you know! Ew! That's revolting! Shirogane-san, I need mouthwash! MOUTHWASH!"

"Hey, you're the one who kidnapped me and jumped on me! Not that I'm complaining about the last part," Kish stated frankly.

"Do you think they'll hurt Pudding if I take a butcher knife to him?" Ichigo asked her friends pleadingly.

"Yes," Zakuro said evenly. "To get back on the subject though, we're unprepared to deal with holding one of the aliens. I know we all thought it would be at least a few days before we had the opportunity to get our hands on one of them. Where are we going to keep him?"

"I'm not a thing. Can't I make my own decisions?" grumped Kish. He was used to having his opinion asked, and it was so annoying to have his fate decided for him.

"You're not a 'thing,' but you are a prisoner," Zakuro coldly shot back. "So no, you may not make your own decisions."

"Really, what do we do with him?" Lettuce asked timidly.

"I vote that we lock him in Ichigo's cellar!" crowed Mint.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why my cellar? Did you all forget that he's stalking me? Do you know how unsafe that is?" Ichigo asked nervously.

"I resent that statement," muttered Kish. Like he'd ever actually hurt her!

"Because your dad is the one with a chainsaw," Mint told her. "It'll be easier to keep him under control."

"Fine, one second," Ichigo sighed. "Let me get some stuff from the lab then, okay?"

"Why? What do you need from the lab?" Lettuce asked apprehensively. She still wasn't a big fan of the whole kidnapping idea.

"Well, I need more teleportation preventer if he's staying at my house, I need sedatives in case I need to calm him down, and I need some stuff to keep him in check because he is stalking me! That can also be used in revenge if they hurt Pudding." Ichigo picked up an empty plastic back from the stash hanging on the doorknob to the kitchen and went down into the lab. When the girl returned the plastic bag was bulging, no doubt full of sinister chemicals that Ichigo didn't know the effects of and the like.

"Do I have to sedate you, or will you come quietly?" Ichigo asked her victim. "No—you know what? I don't think I trust you." The girl pulled a needle filled with some type of liquid out of the bag. "Kish, give me your arm," the mew commanded.

Kish couldn't read Japanese, but no way was he letting that foreign substance get anywhere near him! "Over my dead body!" the boy snapped, stepping away from the pink mew mew.

"It's not going to hurt you," Ichigo growled impatiently, "but I might if you don't calm down and cooperate!"

Kish looked at the girl's face and decided she was serious. Trapped, angry, scared, and annoyed, the boy gingerly held out his arm, ready to teleport if—wait. He couldn't teleport anymore. Damn it!

Seeing Kish go off in thought, Ichigo took her chance. She jammed the needle into Kish's arm and emptied the injection into his bloodstream, then stepped back and threw the used needle into the café's nearest trash can.

The puncture of the needle jerked Kish back to awareness, just a little too late. "Wow Ichigo, couldn't have made that just a little less gentle, could you?" the boy growled. Something felt wrong. Why was he groggy? The teenager shook his head, but his mind didn't clear. "Wha… what'd you do t'me?" the alien asked, his voice slurred from the drug.

"I gave you a mild, fast-acting sedative," Ichigo replied. "I don't feel like having to deal with you making a million escape attempts on the way home. Let's go. And for God's sake, walk normally!" she snapped as the boy swayed and staggered with each step. She took his hand to steady him and led her captive out of the café.

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Pai glared at his cell phone before stowing it away in disgust. "Great, just great! If we torture our captive, they'll hurt Kish!"

"Yeah, I know," Tart agreed. "I think so too. So you can't hurt her without endangering Kish, okay?"

Scowling, Pai released Pudding's arm. "If we even get the slightest hint of Kish being in discomfort or pain, it will mean a long session of torture for you, is that clear?" the purple haired alien warned the human girl. "Tart, I leave her to your charge. She is not to do anything or go anywhere without permission, and I don't want her bothering me. Got it?" The eldest alien opened the door to the torture chamber and disappeared inside. Before the door closed, Pudding caught a glimpse of some kind of rack, a set of shackles that appeared to be connected to a board by wires, a few other doors, and several securely locked cabinets. The monkey girl swallowed hard at the fate she'd just barely escaped.

"Pudding, come on," Tart urged, tugging her arm. "Let's go before Pai changes his mind."

"Why… why did you try to save me?" asked Pudding wonderingly. She waited a few seconds, then suddenly turned and glomped Tart for all she was worth. "I knew we were friends! Thank you Tar-tar!"

"Gyah!" cried Tart. "Get off, you're strangling me!" The young alien's face was turning bright crimson—no way though, would he tell Pudding that it wasn't because of the tightness of the hug. Well the hug had been a rib-breaker, but that wouldn't have turned his face so red… what was he thinking?

"Whoops! Sorry Tar-tar," giggled Pudding, releasing Tart from the death-grip hug.

"It's okay," mumbled Tart, wondering what had come over him. Damn it, why wouldn't he stop blushing? It wasn't like he liked the hyper, annoying monkey girl. Did he? No, of course not!

"Come on," Tart muttered, to cover his embarrassment. The idea was good, but the feeling tripled when Pudding slipped her hand into the young alien's.

"You lead the way Tar-tar!" the girl chirped cheerfully.

"Stop calling me that!" Tart yelled, mostly out of habit. In away, the ten year old almost liked it when Pudding called him Tar-tar.

Wait—no! Of course he didn't! He hated being called Tar-tar! Yeah. He hated it.

"Tar-tar? Why are you just standing there? I thought you wanted to leave," Pudding reminded the boy. She repressed a giggle, wondering if he'd yell at her for using his nickname again. Tart looked so cute when he yelled!

"What? Oh yeah," Tart agreed, not registering that Pudding had called him 'Tar-tar' again. The boy started off walking towards the living room-area if the ship.

"Walking's so boring na no da! Let us skip!" squealed Pudding. Tart suddenly found that he was being dragged off by the force known as 'Pudding skipping while holding Tart's hand.'

"Ah! One problem!" called Tart, digging his heels into the floor.

"Hm? What is it Tar-tar?" Pudding asked, halting suddenly and nearly pulling the small alien over.

"Well… I've never skipped in my life. I don't know how," Tart admitted.

Pudding stared at her friend in shock. "You don't know how to skip?" the girl whispered in horror. "Well you must learn na no da!" The monkey mew dropped the alien's hand and walked a few paces in front of him, before turning around to face the boy.

"Observe," the mew mew ordered. "Drum roll please!" she called. After a pause, the girl sighed. "You were supposed to give me a drum roll, silly," she informed Tart.

"Huh?" Tart asked, nonplussed.

"Oh, never mind," Pudding groaned, rolling her eyes. "Copy me now Tar-tar!" Pudding took off skipping in circles.

Tart stared at the flash of orange. He tried to copy the skipping girl, tripped, and sprawled at her feet, much to his humiliation. Pudding tripped and landed on his stomach, knocking the wind out of the smaller child.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Pudding cried, leaping to her feet and brushing herself off. "Are you okay Tar-tar?" she asked, extending her hand out to the blushing, fallen boy.

"Yeah," Tart assured her, pulling himself to his feet then dropping her hand like a hot coal. "Do you think we could just… walk?"

"Okay, okay, party-pooper," Pudding agreed grudgingly. The girl took Tart's hand in hers again and the two of them started back to their original destination.

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Everyone pay attention to the difference between Pudding's situation and Kish's situation! It's actually relevant. Wow, chap. 3, that one took a while to type… probably because I was watching Charlie the Unicorn at the same time. Heheh… Well I'll try to get chapter four up soon or else my sister will kill me! And maybe you all will too, I don't know.