Well, after my most recent review I got this morning, I decided maybe I haven't been updating frequently enough! (I should also finish my rough draft for this. Gah, not enough time, I only have up to chapter 18 or 19 rough drafted! No time, no time!) In any case, here you go, sorry for the wait. (See? Reviews make me motivated.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew. If I did, Kish would be MINE AND MINE ALONE! Ok, yes, I'll stop quoting. Anyways, Kish, Pudding, Ichigo, Tart, Pai, and everyone else belong to other people. Sadly. –wail-
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"Ah, that took forever!" complained Tart, collapsing on the newly cleaned floor of the kitchen.
"Don't be silly Tar-tar! It only took us an hour!" Pudding cried cheerfully.
"Since when can you read out clocks?" Tart grumbled discontentedly.
"I can't!" Pudding replied happily. "But I have my watch with me. See, see?" she asked, holding out her wrist, where her cheap, orange, plastic, analog watch rested. "I've had this watch since I was six! It has served me well…"
"Uun…" Tart groaned, collapsing on the floor. "Weren't we going to go get revenge on Pai?" the diminutive alien inquired to himself.
"Yes, yes, we were, but how do we do it?" Pudding asked, her head resting on her chin as she thought long and hard about creative ways to enact revenge on Pai that wouldn't end with her being used to play darts with or something. Well, not that Pai would sink so low as to play darts with a person—she hoped, at least!
"Hm. Well, we can put lemon juice in his contact solution…" Tart suggested.
"Wait, Pai wears contacts? I didn't know that!" Pudding cried, shocked.
"Well duh you wouldn't know it! Like anyone'd have a reason to tell you!" Tart rolled his eyes, exasperated. Sheesh.
"Okay, that's good… and water balloons in his pillows!" Pudding threw out.
"Yeah, and… oh-ho-ho! Karaoke."
"Ka—Tar-tar, I can't sing," Pudding replied.
"Good! I can't either. It'll be funny. Besides, every day Pai works out listening to an old 98 degrees tape. I'm not supposed to know he listens to outdated human music, but… yeah. I do. Anyways, It'll come as a shock to him if suddenly a different tape is in there!"
"Hah! Brilliant!" Pudding giggled. The two dastardly young villains scampered off to enact their revenge.
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"I can't keep up with it," Ichigo complained, slumping into a chair at Café Mew Mew. "Aaaaah! Why does Kish have to stay with me? He won't shut up hitting on me, and then he went an hurt himself and I think he's trying to make me feel bad, and what is Aoyama-kun going to say if he finds out?" She didn't mention that she was a bit afraid of feeling so sorry for Kish. She hated him, and she liked hating him! Feeling sorry for him made the girl feel so stupid!
"Well, can't we keep him at the café if Shirogane-san and Akasaka-san don't object?" Mint asked.
"How would we keep the customers from finding out? He's not exactly quiet," Zakuro pointed out.
"And if you haven't noticed, these skirts are short! I don't want my stalker around when I'm wearing a skirt this short!" Ichigo complained.
"Ichigo, your skirts are always that short," Mint informed her crossly, ignoring the state of her own skirts. She had less short skirts than Ichigo—it wasn't her fault her school uniform, mew uniform, and work uniform had undersized skirts, and she didn't wear many short skirts apart from those. "Really, it's such a low-born thing to do. It makes you look like a street walker."
"AND YOU WOULD KNOW HOW STREET-WALKERS DRESS HOW, MINT?!" Ichigo shrieked furiously at the tea-drinking girl, who ignored the question.
"Um, can we please change the subject?" Lettuce asked timidly, blushing at the topic of conversation.
"Please," Zakuro agreed, annoyed. "The café opens in less than ten minutes. We should have this whole Kish predicament figured out by then, okay?
"Wha? In ten minutes?" Ichigo asked, pouting. "As long as it's not keeping him with me!"
"We could take turns keeping him at our places," Mint suggested.
"Inconvenient," scoffed Zakuro. Mint looked hurt, but Zakuro ignored it. "Look. This is turning into a huge problem. This was supposed to be something quick and simple, but it's not. This will go much more smoothly when we get Pudding back. We all know if Pudding were here, it would be logical to leave Kish with her since she doesn't have parents to worry about things, she never has to leave the country for weeks at a time, and he's not stalking her. Don't you think we should do something to get her back?"
"What are you saying, Oneesama?" Mint asked cautiously. "I mean… we can't just give them a mew aqua and expect them to hand her back to us unharmed—and if we give them a mew aqua, what if they just kill her anyways, then kill us all?"
"No, a mew aqua's out of question," Zakuro replied. "Obviously. It would be the stupidest move we ever made. But if we make it look like Kish is being seriously threatened, they ought to relent. They can't be so heartless as to let him suffer."
"Threaten to hurt him?" Lettuce gasped, horrified. "That's—that's indecent! We can't just—"
"Lettuce, please. It's not like we'd really hurt him, unless something drastic happened, like they began to harm Pudding and we found out," Zakuro said, attempting to reassure the porpoise mew.
"No. No. This is why I was so against this," Lettuce stated, her voice firm—an unusual occurrence with the shy green mew. "This is low. Really low. We're supposed to be above this, we're supposed to be the good guys! If we even threaten to hurt Kish, god knows what they'll do to Pudding!"
"Well, someone has to take the initiative, even if it's just threats," Zakuro told her. "Otherwise we'll be sitting in limbo forever!"
"But—we have a greater percent of their fighting force than they have of ours! They should be easier to take down now, especially because Kish is their strongest fighter!" Lettuce protested.
"Agh, please, there's only a few minutes before people get here! Can we just decide what to do with him?" Ichigo demanded.
"I'll take him until my next out of country modeling shoot," Zakuro told her. "I don't have parents running around after me, after all."
"But—"
"Lettuce, I'm not just going to up-and-hurt him," Zakuro reassured the girl. "I promise it. But I will do whatever it takes to get Pudding back."
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Kish's hands, feet, and lower legs had been salved and clumsily bandaged. The splinter had been removed from his hand. The pain was gone. He was no longer hungry. Ichigo hadn't seemed happy when he'd been screaming incoherently in agony, and she's even been gentle as she bandaged him up. Somehow, that seemed a little ominous to Kish. His koneko was fiery and proud. If she'd bent her pride enough to be nice to him, then something was up. "This sucks," he muttered, trying in vain to see in the darkness.
"Zakuro, just promise—"
"I already said I won't hurt him unless I have to Ichigo. I just have to make them think I will."
A chill crept up Kish's spine. Zakuro was the most intimidating of all the mews. The wolf mew was undoubtedly still angry at him over the incident with the pendent and the little girl. It wasn't as though he'd meant to knock the kid unconscious! It was just that when there was even the possibility of a mew aqua, rules didn't matter!
"Breathe," he muttered. "She's a human. You can overpower her easily… crap." He'd just remembered that he couldn't teleport.
Kish had run out of time to analyze the situation. The door swung open, cruelly flooding the place with light. This time, Kish was prepared, and had his eyes shut to squints when the door swung open.
The alien didn't have time to react before he was hauled to his feet He felt yet another injection go into his arm, and realized it was a sedative. His thoughts began to swirl, and the teenager willingly followed the purple wolf mew out of the cellar and off to God-only-knows-where.
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Ah, these are taking forever to write, I've found so much OOCness in my rough draft, it takes forever to edit out! Sorry. Uhn… well, I should really update Blood Type or Attack of the Fiancé too, shouldn't I? AH!
