Ugh. FINALLY I'm no longer grounded… which means I have time to sit down and write this thing. Well, technically I'm supposed to be off the computer now, but it's not even 10:00 and I'm LONELY!! Thought I'd go ahead and update… actually, I've technically been un-grounded for a week or two, but I've been fixing my AMVs… finally re-loaded them onto Youtube. Uh… well, this chapter is going to take forever to write, probably several days to a week, because I've found SO many character flaws in the draft… was I asleep when I wrote this, or just really out of it? I wonder… so… yesh. Agh, I'm rambling, on with the chapter—again, my apologies for the wait.
Disclaimer: I own Tokyo Mew Mew when I own Fruits Basket when I own Harry Potter when I own my old horse again when I own FullMetal Alchemist when I own Phantom of the Opera when I pwn at math… None of that will ever happen, so TMM is pretty far out of my reach. –Tries using stepladder-
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Kish could gradually feel himself adjusting, slowly waking up and becoming more alert. As he looked around, he could see that his surroundings were as dark as they had been in the lightless cellar, although judging by the feel of shelves digging into his back, he was in a closet this time. The green haired boy shook his head in disgust—if these people were going to take prisoners, they should at least have an idea of where to keep them and how to take care of them! The alien could feel his blood boiling with indignation at being treated like this—they should at least give him the benefit of the doubt and let him have some free rein, keep his dignity.
The alien reached out with his foot and kicked the door. It barely moved, the inevitable lock keeping it entirely out of Kish's ability to open. "Well this sucks," the alien muttered under his breath, kicking it with full force. The door groaned, which the teenager took for a good sign, although he doubted he'd get away with breaking the door before Zakuro noticed that something was going on.
Kish kicked the door again, and heard the satisfying sound of wood cracking, followed by the sound of footsteps. Well, it wasn't as if he hadn't known that Zakuro wouldn't let him kick her closet down. The alien aimed another kick at the door and missed as it swung open, his foot hitting Zakuro in the knee.
Zakuro stumbled, a low hiss escaping her mouth, but righted herself almost instantly, glaring down at her enemy. Kish didn't like being on the floor and vulnerable beneath Zakuro's frightening stare, so he got to his feet as casually as he could, forcing himself to meet those horribly intense eyes.
It was a staring contest to end all staring contest. Normally Kish liked to talk, but somehow he couldn't find anything to say to the mew that intimidated him the most—and Zakuro herself certainly wasn't talking. Kish met the silent girl's eyes and willed himself not to look away. He didn't like the weakness he had been feeling, the weakness he was certain he'd been showing. Showing weakness really shouldn't be his style.
Finally he couldn't bear the tension anymore. "What?" the teenager asked, spreading his arms wide as though he really was confused and wanted to know what he had done to annoy her.
Zakuro's continued, unrelenting stare made the alien flinch slightly. He wondered vaguely how she went so long without blinking, and how she looked so threatening even when not in her mew form. The boy stepped back automatically as Zakuro stepped forwards. "Stop. It," The purple haired wolf mew ordered as she drove Kish backwards until his back was pressing into the shelves of the closet.
Kish met her gaze squarely. "Stop what?" he asked, his voice a mix between amused at being so contrary and entirely serious about his intentions.
Zakuro simply continued to glare at him. Kish could feel himself slowly withering under the powerful gaze. "You can't hurt me, you know that, right?" he asked, mustering as much confidence as he could. "Trust me, that Pai will find out." Great, he knew he'd sounded scared. He couldn't sound scared! They'd have him in a state where they could manipulate him if they thought that he feared pain.
Zakuro's glare intensified. Kish looked around worriedly for an escape, and couldn't see any. He'd have to go through the girl in front of him—easy enough, but then she'd hunt him down in her mew form. The alien hissed in defeat, sitting down again angrily. The girl gave him another sharp look, before closing the door again. Kish heard a sharp click, and waited until he was certain that she had gone before quietly reaching for the door and peeling away a part of the first layer of wood.
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Pai floated high above Zakuro Fujiwara's townhouse, his eyes narrowing. He calmly brought a parasite from the next dimension into his hand. "Fusion," he hissed, more quietly that normal, sending it into the nearest sparrow.
This parasite was different from the attack ones that the three aliens used in battle, to turn the creatures of Earth into terrifying monsters. Pai sent the scout chimera to float down unobtrusively and obtain a full view of what was happening in the house. Images floated to his mind from the parasite, and he focused on one in particular. 'Go back,' the oldest alien ordered the parasite. Yes, Kish was definitely under threat, being intimidated like that… and—Pai frowned. Bandages? Kish was bandaged? But that would mean that he'd been hurt…
Pai bit his lip. He hadn't truly wanted to hurt the human monkey girl, but it seemed that now he had no choice. After all, he'd said that if there were even a hint that Kish was in pain, he'd make that girl's life miserable, and bandages meant more than a hint. Pai wondered idly if he could break into the house and get Kish back, which would give him an excuse to nullify what he'd said about hurting Pudding. In all honesty, the girl had grown on him—he'd never seen Tart so flustered, and yet so happy. Maybe humans weren't all entirely horrible…
Pai knew he had to stop thinking that way. His only hope was to try and get Kish out of the house without getting caught, and then hide him somewhere until the teleportation preventer wore off, and then bring him back to the ship. That plan was risky and unlikely, and he doubted it would work. Nonetheless… Pai teleported into Zakuro's house.
The shriek of the burglar alarm startled the alien. "That won't work," he muttered, cursing to himself. The alien heard footsteps and threw a sad look at the closet where he knew that Kish was being held, and then prepared to teleport again.
He knew even as he fazed out of existence and onto the ship that Zakuro had seen him. He felt sick—he knew that Kish might take the blame for it. It was what he would have done if the mews had tried to save Pudding—that was the point of hostages. In a way, it was a good thing that he'd already been planning to hurt Pudding—by torturing her once for two offences, he could kill two birds with one stone.
The alien made his way over to the living room where Pudding and Tart had been spending most of their time, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
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I give up even using my rough draft for dialogue and characterization—even plot events. Actually, I made a huge change for this chapter—it was supposed to have Kish torture in it. However, when I went back and read my other fan fiction where Zakuro tortures Kish, I decided that it was really out of character and I won't try it again. So… basically, as I'm ditching the rough draft, updates may actually speed up. –Just thought I'd mention it, as I realized that I didn't use my draft at ALL when I started typing today-
Warning: Graphic torture in the next chapter. The torture I write has been known to turn the stomachs of my horror-movie loving friends, yet leave other people unaffected and some people claiming that it's overdone. Just in case you don't think you can handle it, I'll be putting up signs for where it starts and ends, and I think you'll be able to get along just fine with the rest of this if you don't read the torture part—that's for little sadistic evil people like me. XD
