I opened my eyes, but we weren't at my house. I looked around, confused. We seemed to be in a library of some sort, with stone walls and two comfortable-looking chairs

"Kisshu-san? Where are we?" I asked, regaining my balance.

"I brought you here to ask you something," he responded, "Well, a few things. I want to know more about you, Wolfie-chan."

He sat in one of the chairs, and motioned me to do the same.

"I need to get home," I said

"Don't worry," He replied, "Time passes differently here. We have about an hour here to a minute in the normal dimension."

"H-Hai..." I sat down, nervously, "Um...What did you want to know?"

"Well..." Kisshu thought for a moment, "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," I replied.

"What do you do for fun?" He inquired.

"Read, write, and study kendo behind my father's back." I smiled. It was the first time I had smiled since moving to Japan.

"Your smile suits you so well," Kisshu said, "You should wear it more often."

"Th-thank you," I said, blushing at the compliment.

"So kendo, huh?" Kisshu said, "We should spar sometime. You could fight your way and I'll fight mine. Perhaps you would even like to transform and use your Mew powers."

I squeezed my sword hilt tightly, my heart speeding up.

"Would you hold back?" I asked quietly

"Excuse me?" Kisshu said, confused.

"Would you hold back?" I asked, louder this time.

"Of course not," Kisshu stated.

"Then now..."

"Wh-what?"

"NOW!" I shouted followed by, "Mew Mew Snow! Metamorphosis!"

I took a strike at him with my light sword or whatever it was, and he dodged it easily.

"So close, Wolfie-chan," He said.

I wheeled around to face him. He was floating in mid air. I readjusted myself and planted my feet more firmly on the ground.

"My turn!" Kisshu shouted, flying toward me.

I braced myself and he disappeared inches from me, only to reappear behind. I felt his foot strike my back. I fell forward hard, but somersaulted back to my feet. My breath was heavy as I turned back to face him again. I took a deep breath and refocused myself. I didn't spend all those years in kendo to be beaten like this.

"You need a break, Wolfie-chan?" Kisshu asked me, tauntingly.

"You wish," I said as I narrowed my eyes, preparing myself for another attack.

Kisshu stared at me, readying himself for whatever I was going to dish out.

"Ribbon Snow Slice!" I shouted.

Kisshu's arm was sliced a bit, but he teleported his way out of the blast. He reappeared behind me, one arm behind my waist and the other holding a sai to my throat.

"I win, Wolfie-chan." He whispered in my ear.

I dropped my sword in defeat.

"Thank you," I whispered, "No other man has taken me seriously."

"You are very good, Wolfie-chan," Kisshu said as he dropped the arm that was holding the sai, "If I was a human, you probably would have defeated me."

"Your arm..." I said, looking down at the arm that was still gripping my waist.

The wound looked deep.

"This is nothing, Wolfie-chan," Kisshu said, "t doesn't even hurt that much. How is your back though?"

The soothing light of transformation engulfed me and I was back to normal. I stretched my back muscles and winced a little.

"I'll live," I said, plopping back down in the somehow unharmed chair.

Kisshu laughed a bit.

"Where are you originally from?" He asked me.

"I'm from America," I said, "But I'm half-Japanese. My mother left my father a few months ago, when the money stopped coming in, so my dad moved us out here to Japan, his home country, two weeks ago."

Kisshu looked at me, confused. Then, the whole of what I had said hit him. He smiled softly, almost as if he was amused.

"Humans are so fickle, aren't they?" he questioned.

"Hai. Most of them, but not all," I replied, "I am not fickle. I know what I want. I want to become stronger so strange guys can't drag me by the arm."

Kisshu laughed.

"You seemed pretty strong to me in our spar. What caused you to behave so weakly when that blonde boy started picking on you?"

"I guess...I just froze up or something. I was scared."

"You have nothing to fear," Kisshu said, "But if you do find yourself in trouble, just call my name."

I nodded and stood up. Kisshu extended his unhurt arm to me.

"No," I said, "We have to get you fixed up first."

"Nah, I'll just do it myself later."

I nodded slowly and took his outstretched hand, darkness consuming me. As soon as we had landed in front of my apartment building, Kisshu was gone. I looked at my watch, wondering if it was reliable or not after being in that parallel dimension. It must have been, because it was only moments before my nine 'o clock curfew. I ran up the stairs, my key ready.

I opened the apartment door. All the lights were off, and the only sign of my dad even being there was a note. I opened and read it,

Yuki,

I have to go back in to the office, we will be pulling another all-nighter. Don't wait up for me. There is a bento box in the icebox that I picked up for you on the way home. Goodnight and sweet dreams.

Dad

I sighed and threw the note in the trash. I hated being home alone, it frightened me. I opened the icebox and pulled out my supper. I never liked to eat so late, but I suppose it couldn't be helped. I sat on the couch and turned on the tiny television. The nine 'o clock news was on, I wasn't paying too much attention though. I focused on my food. It was my favorite, crunchy tuna roll. I smiled. Kisshu teleported beside me, and being as terrified as I was I threw my bento box at him. He caught it as it slid off his face, and the look he gave me made me laugh.

"I apologize," I said, stifling even more laughter, "You scared me."

"Who else could teleport into you apartment?" He asked, wiping his face with his hands. He had already bandaged his wound from earlier.

"I'm terribly sorry," I said, grabbing the box from him, "At least the wasabi didn't get in your eyes."

I went into the small kitchen and threw the disposable box away. On the way out I grabbed some napkins.

"Here," I said, throwing the napkins at him, "Clean yourself off."

He smiled.

"I came to see if you made it in okay," Kisshu stated, "Where is your father? Asleep?"

"He's at his office," I responded, "He'll be there all night. The only problem is, I hate being alone. Especially at night."

"I could stick around until you fall asleep," Kisshu said.

"I-If you feel like it," I said, blushing.

"Of course," Kisshu said, standing up.

I walked out of the living room, and into the bathroom. I began peeling off my school uniform, which was proving more difficult than I originally thought it would be. When I finally did get it off, I felt much better. I unclasped my purple bra and heaved a sigh of relief as I rubbed the soreness out of my breasts. I pulled off my panties and turned on the shower. I waited a few moments for the water to heat up and stepped beneath the flow of water and sighed happily. My back hurt more than I thought it did. I guessed the adrenaline from earlier had blocked out most of the pain. It was definitely going to bruise if it hadn't already. The hot water felt good on it though, as if all the pain was being washed down the drain. I was in the middle of washing my hair when I heard a knock on the door.

"I've prepared your bed for you," Kisshu said, "I'm guessing it was your room. The bed had lavender sheets."

"H-hai," I said, "Thank you."

After my shower, I dressed in a long pink tank top.

"Why are you staying with me?" I asked Kisshu as I dried my hair.

"You need to be protected," Kisshu responded, "If someone grabs you up, they may use your powers for evil. That would be uncool."

I smiled, the look on his face showed nothing more than his words. I turned to go to my room, but he grabbed my arm.

"You're bruised badly," Kisshu said, "It's so...purple."

"Oh, I'm okay," I responded, "I'm sure I've had worse."

He let me go, a worried expression on his face, and sat back on the couch. Once I was in my room, I threw myself on my bed and fell asleep almost immediately.