Chapter 6
Insomniatic Dreamer: none for all and all for one!
By Lucia Ume Sakoyo

" She's so lovely, Retasu-san!"

" Arigato, Ichigo-san." Retasu shifted in her seat and took out a stack of documents. " She should be here soon, then you can meet her in person."

" Are you still thinking of taking over the shop?"

" Yes, Midori has been taking care of it while I've been trying to sell this place to someone."

Ichigo smiled and scanned over the papers.

" I'm glad you're the one buying the cafe Ichigo, I know you'll take good care of it."

" Hm. Midori was your daughters name? By the look of this picture it suites her." Ichigo handed the small picture of the teenage girl back to Retasu, who slipped it neatly into her wallet.

" We named the doll shop after her." The two women paused, silence settled the dust corners of the old cafe. Small, circular tables were scattered about, their pink color faded and flaky. Water bled through the cracks in the ceilings and dripped into puddles on the floor. The air smelled moldy and unwelcoming, creating a useless tension between the good friends. Ichigo's eyes wandered to a spider. It raced across the floor and up onto the rusty hinges of the door which lead to the upstairs rooms.

" Does she know of the divorce?"

" No, we haven't told her yet."

" And Miwa?"

" Oh yes, she knows, of course she does." Retasu stated harshly, grimacing at the thought of the blonde woman.

" Have you tried talking with him?"

" Of course I have, what do you think?" Lettuce screeched, slamming her fist onto the table. Ichigo sat unfazed, her face stoic. Slowly, she placed the files on the table and crossed her arms over her chest. Retasu's face softened as she unclenched her fist and let it dangle numbly at her side.

" We used to be so close until he just...went away." Retasu tried blinking away her tears. Ichigo propped her head up with her arm, staring out the dirty windows of the cafe with empty eyes.

" I used to be close with miwa until, you know, she just... became a bitch." Ichigo shrugged her shoulders as Retasu put on a faint smile.

" It'll work out, Ryou's just stubborn, he wont admit he's wrong..." Ichigo glanced at Retasu " You just got to make him feel guilty, cause you know, it's all his fault."

" Yes, yes you're right, It's all his fault."

" Exactly."
Something creaked. It was one of the double doors that lead into the cafe. Light poured in, barely missing the young girl walking toward them. She closed the door behind her though Ichigo could still see the bright light of sun, then she realized it was the girls hair. With fast and graceful movements, the girl was soon in front of Ichigo, curtsying.

" You must be Momomiya-sama." The girl was odd. Her movements were robotic as was her smile. She slowly rose and placed both hands behind her back. Her eyes were half open signaling her boredom. She glanced at her mother then back at Ichigo. " It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Midori Shirogane."

" No, the pleasure is all mine! The last time I saw you, you were barely crawling." Midori's eyes lit up at this. She was beginning to like this woman. The way she spoke and sat down. It was clearly an elegance all to herself.

" Ichigo-san shall be running the cafe." Retasu smiled timidly at her daughter.

" Oh yes, I know."

" You do?"

" Mmmm. As well as many other things." Her eyes glinted mischievously. Retasu's smile faltered as she pulled out a chair for Midori.

" Do you make dolls like your mother?"

" Yes."

" And I heard you ran the shop, is that true?"

" Yes, it is."

" How old are you?"

" fourteen almost fifteen."

" Do you enjoy working at the shop?"

" Almost as much as you enjoy asking questions."

" Midori!" Retasu glared at her as she paid no attention.

" It's a good thing." Midori looked away.

" Why yes it is." Ichigo replied as her smile flattened though stretched wider.

" Midori, were almost done here so why don't you wait in the car?" Retasu shoed her away, throwing the car keys in her direction.

" Of course...mother." The same as she walked in, she again robotically walked out, smirking.

" I'm sorry Ichigo, she's a bit-"

" Bitter?"

"-only with strangers."
" I see, it's just like you to be so blind." Ichigo scorned.

" So I see, is this all about Masaya?" Retasu asked with false innocence as Ichigo's face darkened.

" No." Ichigo chided and signed some blank spots on the paper. " it's how you took everything for granted."

Sliding the papers across the table Ichigo rose and sauntered out, dust clouds immersing after each step she took. Retasu let out a deep breath and snatched the papers up, glaring at everything around her. If she could kill the world, without one thought- she would.

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" That was very rude Midori." Retasu disdained, though not with much care.

" Well boo-hoo." Midori fogged up her window in the back seat, a spot which she normally would not sit.

" Please Midori, I didn't raise you to be this way." Midori closed her eyes half way and slumped, another thing she normally would not do.

" Why are you selling the cafe to that woman? She fake." Midori growled. " Her tone of happiness is forced and high, not even a bit of emotion is in it. Just some fluxed artificial noise. And her smile, a thin line apparent to that of what a six year old would draw. She's just a pretty picture, no, a pretty girl in a movie. Her and her daughter alike. They rehearse they're lines, they rehearse what to say to people, how to act and on what words to add emphasis on. Little puppets controlled by their subconscious minds."

" You've met her daughter?" Retasu glanced towards the back seat. Midori smirked, her angelic features gleaming to something wicked.

" Oh yes. What a dumb little ditz she is, I can't believe dad-"

" You can't believe your father of what?"

Midori paused. Ryou had made her promise not to tell a word of the new mew project to anyone, not even an original mew like her mother. She had figured out everything on her own. Sneaking into her fathers lab was easy; he was never home anyways. She read all about the original mews, Ichigo Momomiya, Minto Aizawa, Retasu Midorikawa, Buling Fong, Zakuro fujiwara and Berri Shirayuki; Their abilities and powers, why they had been injected in the first place. She knew all about the aliens, the mew aqua, Saint rose crusaders and the study of slicing, replicating and fusing together DNA of different species. She had educated herself in all that her father specialized in. She copied all files of her fathers computer and uploaded them into hers so that she could monitor the mew mews and aliens a like. And when ever it was necessary, she sent viruses to her fathers computers to thwart him when he came close to finding out what she did.

" I can't believe dad is letting you sell the cafe!"

" I don't fancy your fathers permission, much less do I need it."

" OH I see, Making sure dad doesn't have a right to anything when you two are officially finished!"

Retasu's breath got caught in her throat. She blinked a few times, trying to hide the her wet eyes. She focused on the road before her.

" Mom..." Midori said softly, Retasu didn't spare her a glance. Letting her head fall onto the window she saw a tear slip.

...I'm sorry'

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" Where's the parmesan cheese?"

"..."

" Naomi!"

"What?"

" Where's the parmesan cheese?"

" How should I know?"

Yuki sighed and went rummaging through the shelves repeating the name of the item he was searching for.

" Ah-Ha!" Yuki held up the parmesan cheese triumphantly in the air. " Hey."

" What?" Naomi asked flipping the page of her book.

" You've been reading that all week, what is it?"

" The study of matter and light-matter interactions on the scale of single atom
or structures containing a few atoms."

" Yeah..." Yuki scoffed " I know what that is."

" It's just about the different types of matter and what happens when they interact, get it?"

" Sure...you know what this needs?" Yuki stuck a finger in the air. " More parmesan."

" What ever you say, chef."

For a few more minutes only the sound of Yuki stirring was eminent. Naomi flipped a page of her book, only 124 pages was there left to read. She had already read this book four times and it still ceased to amaze her. From the study of space, earths oceans, the different atmospheres, and the structures of single celled organisms to history, the mystery of Stonehenge, odd psychic abilities and different beliefs of religions all made her want to study, research and observe as much as she could. Though her outer appearance pointed other wise and she had a tendency to act ditzy and spaz out, she had read over 300 books involving scientific studies since the age of 6, her mind soaking up all the knowledge.

Her love for science and adoration for books had developed from her father. She had learned to read at age three, leaving her mom to read bed time stories to her older brother and her to read classical fairytales of the Brothers Grimm under the light of her princess lamp always before she went to sleep. Back in England, they had had a different room with her fathers books lining all four walls. They ranged from study of endangered species, to earth and space, matter and evolution to Harry Potter, books on wizards and dragons, mythology, picture books and poems. She had read them all and had kept adding more now that they moved to Japan. There were two rooms for the books, one medium sized and another fairly small as well as a book case in Naomi's room and another in her moms room which was enormous. All of the spaces were filled and she had to keep finding places around the house to store everything.

She was a genius when it came to science and it made up for her lacking in mathematics, which was one thing she couldn't master even when it was in science itself.

Naomi, in the thought of all things science, had just remembered her science project assigned by Ms. Hamatashi. Though she couldn't imagine why she'd forget, it was all that wicked science teacher would talk of. Only one week was left and they hadn't even picked a topic. She cursed herself mentally and reached for the phone.

" Who are you calling?"

" Sora."

" The girl with the face problem?"

" What face problem?"

" You know, how her face randomly goes red when I tell her something

" That's because she likes- aw, never mind." She dialed her number, hoping for it to be right.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

" Hello?"

" Hey Sora, it's me!"

" Who?"

" Naomi, that's who."

" Oh, the peasant girl, This is not Sora. It's Shinju."

" Shinju?"

" No dear, it would be Shinju-Hime to you, merchant girl."

" What ever. Where's Sora?

" Wouldn't you like to know? She can't come to the phone right now."

" It's important."

" I'm sure."

" It's about the science project assigned to us from Ms. Hamatashi!"
" Well, well, well. So you've finished it!" Shinju snobbishly replied. " Just deliver it over here, thank-you."

" Okay, listen here powder-puff-"

" No, you listen!" Shinju rose her voice. " Stop wasting time trying to make friends with us wealthy people and work on the project!"

" It's not just MY project, we all have to equally work on it!"

" That's so adorable, really. Now when you're done make sure our names are spelled right!"

" YOU make sure to apologize to me before next week and work equally on the project because I'm sure as heck not going to do it!" and with that she slammed the phone down.

" A little forceful, ne?"

" Meh! I'm going for a walk!"

" Don't come back too late!"

" Yes, mother." Naomi snickered as she walked out and slammed the door behind her. Yuki tsk-ed a few times before continuing to add the finishing touches to his Italian pasta.

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Momo was finishing her master piece, the very thing she had been working on for the last few days. Her chalk drawing of her best friend, Mizuki Yuebin. It had covered the entire street once she was done and both girls marveled at it. Mizuki hugged Momo tightly.

" Momo! You're the bests friend in the whole world!" Mizuki exclaimed hugging her tightly, both girls tumbling into the bright grass beneath them.

" Mizuki, it's just a drawing!" Momo countered in a modest voice.

" But it's all for Mizuki and for that Mizuki's very happy!" Mizuki grinned, both girls were now laying on the grass, Mizuki holding Momo in a death grip. Once they had gotten up a car sped by, wiping away most of the picture and spilling droplets of oil on it.

" Um, maybe it wasn't such a great idea to do it in the middle of the road." Mizuki stuttered as she stared wide-eyed at what just had happened. Momo bowed her head.

" Oh well."

" You're upset!" Mizuki wailed.

" No, I'm fine Mizuki really!" Momo held her hands up and shook them vigorously in defense.

" No!" Mizuki shrieked into the air " It's not fine! It's far from fine!"

"...Mizuki..."

" I'll make it up to you!" Mizuki pulled Momo up.

" B-but it's not your fault."

" Yes it is! I'll make you happy Momo! Just wait!" Mizuki ran off toward her home leaving Momo there in confusion. She smiled warmly and walked back inside already feeling cheery.

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Midori had snuck out, something she would normally not do. She had been walking a fairly long time and had no idea where she was. She really didn't care either. She wanted to enjoy herself and again it was normally something she would not do. She wanted to clear her mind, though everything kept flooding back in. She had regretted sassing back to her mom in the car and even bringing up the divorce which she knew her mother was trying to hide from her. What also pissed her off was that Zakuro Fujiwara's daughter was not even born yet and she didn't even know if it was a girl or boy yet. She tried going to the next best thing, Berri Shirayuki's daughter but they were all the way in the United States in California.

She was in such deep thought that she didn't see Mizuki sprinting full speed right into her. They both flew back and landed painfully on the concrete, a few feet away from were they originally were. She looked up to see the latest addition, Mizuki Yuebin. The little seven year old looked a lot like her mother except her hair was brown and in a high pony tail and her eyes were also more of a golden brown.

" Watch where you're going Mizuki." Midori dusted herself off, " You might hurt your self."

" Sorry!" Mizuki paused and her eyebrows arched down " Heeeey! How do you know Mizuki's name?"

" I'm psychic..." and of course Mizuki believed her.

" Really? Tell Mizuki..."

" What?"

" Will I ever get married?"

" I'm not a miracle worker, okay?" Midori brushed pat the little girl " And aren't you too young for marriage?"

Mizuki shrugged and nodded. Suddenly Midori cursed under her breath.

" What's wrong?"

" Mizuki, transform into Mew Pudding!"

" You know about Mizuki being a mew mew?" Mizuki gawked but then eased her expression " Oh, well duh! You're psychic!"

Midori groaned and lightly hit the side of Mizuki's head.

" MEW MEW LETTUCE METAMORPHO-SIS!"

Mizuki pulled out her pendant and placed it over her forehead.

" MEW MEW PUDDING METAMORPHO-SIS!"

Once transformed Midori dashed off onto a car then leaped onto a building. Mizuki pushed herself to move as fast as the older girl. Mizuki realized they were approaching Momo's house.

" Mew...Lettuce!" Mizuki panted hard " Where ...are we...going?"

" I sense a Chimera Anima near by!" Midori leaped off the building and Mizuki reluctantly did the same.

" Lettuce castanets!" Midori grabbed her weapon and jumped over a self-standing garage to meet a large Snake Chimera. It's golden, slit eyes pierced into her own and it's ebony black body lazily slithered towards her.

Mizuki Jumped over the garage and summoned her own weapon.

" Mew Pudding, avoid his head and aim for his mid section." Midori ran foreword and stopped. Looking back she saw that Mizuki wasn't fallowing her.

" Mizuki, Come on! We can't wait for the others." Mizuki still would not move. "Mizuki?"

Her face was white, eyes wide and dark. Her breath had stopped short. Midori turned her head at what she was staring at. Right before the chimera was a little girl, seven years old and with a large bloody gash on the side of her ribs. Tears slipped off Mizuki's cheeks and onto her balled up fists. She finally chocked out in a strangled voice-

"...Momo."

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Here's the sixth chapter, tried to make it cliff hanger-y. Don't think it came out so good. I spent an hour on this since I felt bad about not updating for a long time. In this chapter I gave away some info about Naomi and for the next couple of chapters it'll be the same for the other characters. Also another Alien will finally debut in the next chapter and also more about the aliens for all you people who are confused.

Please review and If you have any question ( no matter how stupid they are) Ask them cause I'll definably reply. I lurve replying to comments. Reviews inspire me and make me hella happy.

Also while I was writing this chapter I was listening to " Family Portrait" by Pink. It got me in the mood for writing the parts of Lettuce and Ryou. I'm so evil, making them divorce! and the whole

' Will I get married' thing was from Sponge Bob since that's what I was watching while writing this.

One more thing... REVIEW!!!!!!! meh.