Down to the second-to-last chapter! These last two chapters are my favorite, and you'll see why!

Chapter Six:

If it wasn't for him, I would still be searching. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't know my best friend. If it wasn't for him, you'd be able to see that if it wasn't for him, he'd be as happy as me.

Tart was weak. He couldn't teleport or even stand up, though he had wrestled the wristbands off.

Tart saw something glimmer in the low light of the alley. He crawled to it and picked it up. Pudding's pendant.

Tart sneered and hit the ground with his fist.

Yuebin got her. There's no way she could get far enough away before he went after her.

He took Pudding's pendant and held it tightly in his hand, bringing his hands against his chest, trying hard to not cry.

Then everything went black.

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Tart opened his eyes to bright white light, which he realized was one of the spare bedrooms at Café Mew Mew that he and his brothers were staying in during their visit to earth. He was lying on something soft, and he was warm. He felt bandages wrapped around his wounds and his hair was wet and smelled like cinnamon.

He saw a blob of green somewhere to the side. Suddenly, the blob shouted,

"Hey! Tart's awake!"

Tart realized that the blob was Kish as the older teen came to kneel beside him.

"Tar? You alright? What happened, kid?" Kish asked, concern for his brother evident in his voice.

"Yuebin," Tart mumbled. "He has Pudding."

Kish nodded sadly.

"We know," He said. "Pudding didn't show up for her shift and won't answer her cellphone. The house phone goes to the answering machine. Ichigo and I already went by her place and all of Pudding's clothes were gone and her passport."

Tart mumbled a curse word.

"He took her to China, where her father is," Tart said, propping himself up on his elbows. "He's going to have them married as soon as possible."

Kish gaped at him.

"How do you-"

"The baka couldn't help but brag as he tenderized me like a pound of meat," Tart said, his throat suddenly parched. He saw that there was a glass and pitcher of water on the table beside him. "Can you pour me some water?"

Kish nodded and poured a glass of water for Tart and helped him drink it as Pie and the other four Mews came into the room, all looking depressed.

"Keiichiro thought he had traced her," Mint explained sadly to Kish.

"She's in China," Kish said, Tart still savoring the water.

"How do you know that?" Mint asked, her brow furrowed.

"Yuebin told me," Tart croaked. The others shared a look.

"I'll go tell Ryou and Keiichiro," Zakuro said and she ran out of the room.

Tart pushed aside the blankets and evaluated his injuries.

Not too bad, He thought with a determined scowl. They are nothing of importance, not while Pudding is in trouble.

Tart put his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up. Pie and Kish instantly pushed him down.

"Taruto, you need to rest," Pie said as gently as he could manage. "Your injuries-"

Tart glared at his older brother, anger welling up inside of him.

"I don't give a-" Here Tart used a word that made Lettuce turn pale and squeak. "-about my injuries! Pudding's in trouble, and I am not going to lie here twiddling my thumbs while Yuebin marries her just so he can beat her up more than he already has!" Tart yelled, flinging off his brothers. He tried to teleport to China, but ended up on the floor in front of the door.

"You baka! You are still too weak to teleport!" Pie snapped as he ran to Tart's side and helped him to his feet. Tart stumbled back to his bed, Pie and Kish supporting him as best they could.

Tart turned on his side to face the wall and curled up into a ball, struggling hard to not break down. He felt fingers gently comb his hair.

"It's going to be okay," Lettuce said comfortingly. "We'll find her and get everything to stop."

"You don't understand," Tart said, hot tears running down his cheeks. "She will marry him. She believes she has to, because that is how she will be a dutiful daughter. She promised her mother that she would be loyal to her father and do what he asks in order to serve her family." Tart squeezed his eyes closed as an image of a bruised and battered Pudding came to mind, her eyes void of the happiness she radiated. "I'm going to lose her."

"Otouto," Kish whispered. He had never seen Tart like this and it angered him to think that this was all the fault of one measly human.

"We found her!" Ryou exclaimed, throwing the door open. Everyone turned to stare at him. Tart sat bolt upright, not caring that the tears showed on his face.

"Where is she?" Tart demanded.

"The same town where her father is currently stationed," Keiichiro said. "Yuebin would need Mr. Fong's presence to marry Pudding, because he arranged the engagement."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Tart demanded, getting to his feet again. "Let's go!"

"Yeah! We've got a wedding to crash!" Ichigo exclaimed.

"We're never going to make it in time," Lettuce said, worried. "We'd have to buy plane tickets, and then deal with security and then-"

"Lettuce-San, you forget that Kish, Tart and I have a built-in transportation system that is much more effective than you human's air travel," Pie said, allowing a rare smile. Lettuce blushed, but smiled as well.

"Then let's use it!" Zakuro said.

Tart quickly pulled on some fresh clothes while the Mews changed out of their work uniforms and they were ready to go in five minutes.

The humans and Cyniclons stood in a circle and joined hands. Pie and Kish focused their energy and teleported to China with the Mews, Ryou and Keiichiro.

They arrived outside a temple. People walked by without a care, chatting, while the group stared up at the huge building.

"You think this is where the wedding is?" Zakuro asked.

"It's the only temple in town," Ryou said. "And I doubt they would go to someplace with more options if Yuebin's planning on a shot-gun wedding."

That was all Tart needed to hear.

He dashed up the steps and pushed open the heavy doors. As the doors opened, two things happened. One, Tart saw Pudding and Yuebin clutching hands before a priest, Pudding wearing a traditional red Chinese wedding gown with gloves and a veil, holding the purpose of hiding her bruises and her tears. Two, he heard the priest say,

"If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Tart took a deep breath before saying,

"I object."

Suddenly, all eyes were on Tart as he made his way down the aisle.

Pudding gaped, hardly able to believe what she was seeing.

He's okay. He's alive. And… he came for me, She thought as new tears came to her eyes, but these were tears of happiness rather than pain, though Yuebin was now squeezing her hands very tightly, his eyes hard and murderous.

Mr. Fong stood up and walked towards Tart.

"And who, may I ask, are you?" He demanded, glaring down at Tart. "And what are your purposes for interrupting this wedding?"

"My name is Taruto Ikisatashi," Tart said, pride and determination in his voice. "And I refuse to let Ron Yuebin wed Pudding Fong.

"On what grounds?" Mr. Fong asked, not unkindly.

"I have many reasons," Tart said. "But I believe the greatest is the fact that I am in love with your daughter."