Hey Fictioners!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed!

Okay, so I know this pairing is controversial. Not a lot of people support it. Personally, it's my second-favourite one. The chemistry between these two characters... Man, it would be catastrophically awesome-sauce!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew.

Enjoy.

She surveyed her quiet surroundings with cool, coal-brown eyes. It was a peaceful Spring day at the café – blue skies, white clouds, gentle breezes... One such breeze danced through the open window by her table, bringing with it a soft, sweet fragrance that pleased her senses.

She lifted the china tea cup from its delicate little saucer with nimble, long-nailed fingers, raising it to her dainty lips. The steaming, fruity liquid flowed around her tongue, and she revelled in its magnificence for a few blissful moments.

"What's with you and drinking that stuff all the time?" a sharp voice interrupted her dreamlike trance suddenly, and her dark eyes flew open, locking onto the slender form of the cynical boy standing before her. His golden eyes were watching her, one eyebrow raised to match the curl of scepticism in his lips.

"It's called tea," she corrected haughtily, rolling her eyes at him.

"It looks disgusting."

"Well, it's not."

Kish folded his arms over his chest. His expression remained unchanged: critical, doubtful... almost derogatory.

"I don't believe you," he said simply. One of Mint's perfect, arched eyebrows twitched, betraying her carefully-controlled irritation.

"I really don't care," she replied, her voice smooth and light.

"You don't care about anything," Kish corrected, surveying her with a frown; clearly he disapproved of this fact. Mint set down the tea cup, her small, delicate body filled with rage. Who did he think he was, judging her like that?

"Thatis not true," she snapped, glaring at him. He smirked, enjoying watching her anger grow.

"Sure it is," he argued lightly. "You clearly don't even care enough about this place to actually do anything to help out."

"Why, you!" Mint growled, her face pinched into a fierce glower. "I've told you before: It's not even a real café, remember? And besides, I work plenty enough around this dump! Someone needs to test the tea."

She shot him a superior smirk, crossing one leg over the other in a clear sign that the conversation was over, appearing altogether very much like a stuck-up snob (which, coincidentally, she was).

"Well, how about I take over that job?" Kish suggested, his voice a purr. "That way you can take a break and try something else, for a nice change."

Mint rose quickly from the seat, facing him in a stand-off, her eyes burning dangerously. On the other side of the heart-shaped table, Kish's liquid-gold eyes smouldered at her, daring her to pick a fight.

"It's okay," Mint fought to keep her voice level, forcing the strained, polite words out through her gritted teeth. "I actually like my job, surprisingly." She reached out and pointedly hooked her fingers through the handle of the tea cup.

"Oh, I insist," Kish replied, smiling devilishly. "Let me take it off your hands." He grasped the saucer firmly, and they both tugged subtly at the china set for a long moment, equal in determination.

Mint refrained from snarling at the irritatingly cocky alien, pushing her pale, pointed face right up in his.

"Listen, you pompous, intergalactic freak," she hissed venomously. "This is my tea. Mine. Don't you dare go thinking you'll ever get even the tiniest sip of it!"

He smirked down at her, and she tensed up, ready to give him a decent dose of her heavily-sarcastic, ruthlessly-critical Mint Lecture, but before she could even get past parting her lips in preparation, he'd ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Mint stood, rooted to the spot, utterly gob-smacked, until he pulled away, a thoughtful look on his pixie-like features.

"Hmm...On second thoughts, that tea really is quite disgusting," Kish decided, pulling a face of evident distaste. He rearranged his expression into a pleasant smile, and winked cheekily at her.

"Well... Keep working, then."

With that, he vanished on the spot. Mint blinked at the spot he'd been standing in for a few long moments, finding herself having forgotten the basic functions of breathing.

Then her knees caved and she dropped back into her seat, utterly miffed, for once in her life; still speechless while she played back the last few insane seconds of her existence.

Then she frowned darkly.

How dare he have the last word?!

This one is the only one so far with such a foreward kiss in it. I like it though. Their relationship rocks my socks!

Each of these 'drabbles' is exactly 2 word document pages long, by the way.

Until tomorrow's post!

Cherrie-Sakura

xxox