Ah… sorry for the wait… and I send out my personal apology to a very close friend of mine, whom I promised I would update this weekend. Due to Writer's Block and computer problems, this chapter was not completed on time. I'm very sorry!
There is torture in this chapter. If you think it will make you feel sick (and judging from the reviews on my other torture fan fiction, it might) then skip the italicized section.
The extra rules included in Monopoly are included when my sister and I play the game. It makes it more fun.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew anymore that I own the continent of Antarctica. Why would I WANT Antarctica? I'd like Tokyo Mew Mew, but that's a different case.
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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.
Tart and Pudding were both sprawled on their stomachs, a game of Monopoly undergoing progress—where Pudding had all the hotels and Tart was merely holding out by the rule that the children had added, where you steal five-hundred dollars from the bank when sent to jail. Tart looked up and his stomach tightened with apprehension at the look on Pai's face. "What's wrong, Pai?" he asked, swallowing hard. 'Don't let Pai have found out how badly they hurt Kish…' the youngest alien prayed.
Pai's face was cold, methodical, stone. "Somehow I think you can take a guess," he replied, his voice void of any emotion. "The humans have hurt Kish. They can now face the consequences. Tart, go inform them what is happening to Pudding for their actions, and keep an eye on them for a while to see if they harm Kish for it."
"What?" Tart gasped, leaping to his feet. "Pai, what happened? What if it was an accident? What if Kish hurt himself to get her hurt? Wh—"
"Silence," Pai snapped, an unmistakable edge of annoyance mixed with reluctance in his voice. "The mew mews have intentionally harmed Kish, and there's no way to get around that. Now, you will go and inform them what has happened, so that maybe they will be less quick to cause Kish pain."
Tart appeared to be thinking fast. "Can't we take someone else in her place? We don't have to let her go—that would be a bad move, I know. But couldn't we just find someone else close to the mews?"
Pai raised an eyebrow. "Such as who? Their families are out of the question: the last thing we need is for more humans to find out about us and try to stop us from regaining what is ours. The managers of that café are out of the question too—they're very well guarded. By all means, if you have a possible candidate, tell me." The purple haired alien truly hoped that his younger comrade would have an idea—the monkey girl was pale and terrified looking, and the oldest of the alien trio was startled to find that it was incredibly draining to see one as cheerful as her so quiet and know that is was his fault.
Tart stood stock still for a moment. After a moment's time his eyes lit up with a desperate hope. "What about their leader's boyfriend—the one who Kish said turned into the Blue Knight? He would work, wouldn't he? He can't transform unless it's to protect the old hag, right? He can't fight back, but they'll need him, and it'll put the stupid hag out of the fight because she'll be too busy crying for her boyfriend!"
"Rather than you being too busy to cry for your little girlfriend over there?" Pai asked dryly. Tart went red and opened his mouth indignantly, but Pai cut him off. "That's enough, Tart. I will have to torture her, I'm afraid. I will cease as soon as I found out the mew's reaction to what happened to Kish—unless it is not favorable."
"But—"
"If you're so desperate, bring the boy up here then. That is, if you can find him. I suppose I can make do with torturing another hostage rather than this one—if they are made available to me. Until that point…" Pai walked deftly past his friend and seized Pudding's wrist. "Let's go," he said to the mew, a steel edge of menace forced back into his voice.
Pudding quelled a whimper and let Pai drag her to her feet. "Tar-tar, please don't hurt Aoyama nii-san," she whispered, her voice shaking. "M… my friends won't hurt Kish… will they? They wouldn't have hurt Kish," she told Pai, her trembling words an octave higher than normal.
"They did, and they might again." Pai's clipped voice made the girl wince as he began to float, dragging Pudding along behind him for the torture chamber.
Tart slammed a fist into the wall. "Damn you Pai!" he screamed, his high voice reverberating around the room. The ten-year-old alien teleported, cursing. He would find Aoyama. He would save Pudding. He would swear it on the dead bodies of his entire race…
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(A/N—The torture scene begins. It's not a required read: things will make sense still without it.)
Pudding somehow doubted that this time she would be lucky enough to be spared any true pain. The monkey mew shuddered as she stepped through the door of the torture chamber, her eyes closed, her nose wrinkled against the smell of blood that permeated the room. The mew mew didn't see the need to open her eyes—Pai was guiding her anyways, so why did she need to look where she was going?
Pai stopped suddenly, and Pudding slammed into him. Her eyes flew open automatically, and she backed up instinctively, frightened beyond belief. In front of her face was a modernized—or rather, far more advanced than modern human technology—looking version of a medieval stretch rack—which looked as though is could stretch someone much farther than her four-foot-seven frame could handle. The monkey tried to turn, only to be caught by Pai's strong grip, which seemed forceful enough to snap her bones.
"Don't make this harder on yourself than it has to be," the alien advised, strapping her limbs to the rack. "And please don't think that I'm enjoying this. Torture is more of something that humans would resort to than our people. I wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for what your friends did to Kish. Don't try and think that you shouldn't share the blame."
Pudding gazed in fear at the alien. The bonds let her limbs hang slack now, yet the monkey mew doubted that it would last. The blond girl cringed as Pai headed over to a counter and picked up a small, streamlined remote. The purple haired alien his a button and set the remote down to observe.
At first the pain wasn't so much. Pudding felt the rack move and felt her limbs being slowly pulled apart, but the pain wasn't so great for almost a minute in. The discomfort started eventually, escalating into true pain. "AH!" the girl cried out at the straps around her wrists and ankles pinched the skin, as the skin itself began to tear, reaching the limit. Both of her shoulders popped out of their sockets, dislocated; she could feel the tendons and veins in her limbs weakening. Dangling put pressure on the yellow monkey girl's wildly beating heart, making breathing painful "AIII! STOP!"
Pai shrugged and pressed another button on the remote. The machine slowly ground to a halt, leaving Pudding gasping, staring at the torn, mangled skin covered in irregular tears. She realized that tears were streaming down her face and allowed a mangled sob to escape her throat. She knew that this would continue until Tar-tar came back…
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Ugh. I'm out of practice at writing torture. To be continued: the terrible and painful fate of Pudding! Never fear, all my Kish fans out there, he will be back, I swear to you. Well, I have no idea when I'll update next—right now I'm focusing on my Fruits Basket fan fiction, but this one is ranked second on my update list, so if I take too long (let's say three weeks or more) then you may hit me with rotten oranges.
