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Zakuro sighed as she looked out the window of the café. Her shift was almost over, soon she would be home.

"Zakuro! Stop lollygagging and get back to work!" Ryou screamed at her from the kitchen.

"I don't see your lazy ass working, Blondie!" she called back and went to go seat a couple that had just walked in. Ryou grumbled to himself, he would get her later.

"Welcome to Café Mew Mew, come this way please," Zakuro gave the typical response, with very little enthusiasm. She went about the tedious last hour of her shift and, lucky her, it wasn't her day to close! She went back and changed out of her uniform.

"I'm docking your pay." Ryou angrily told her.

"Oh, so terrible, dock the supermodel / actresses pay, she'll surely die," Zakuro responded, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Ryou grumbled in defeat and Zakuro left him to his mumbling.

She took a cab to her downtown apartment, her thoughts drifting back to the previous summer, it seemed so long ago, like another life. Being a mew again, fighting the aliens. There was one in particular that she always regretted being a total bitch to, and odd as it may have been, it was Kisshu.

"Miss, we've arrived," the driver said, she noticed it had started raining hard.

"Sorry," she said and gave him the fare.

"Have a good day," he called from the cab and drove away. She walked up to the door and she dug through her purse in an attempt to find her keys. She rang the buzzer for one of the other apartments.

"Who is it?" she heard an oddly familiar voice say.

"Zakuro, I left my keys at work," she responded.

"All right," they responded and unlocked the door. She entered the building and was about to walk up to her room, what good would that do? She could sit there. "Over here," the voice responded.

"Thank you," she responded and shivered, she was soaking wet and freezing. She walked towards were the voice had come from, up a floor and to the left. The door was held open, but she couldn't see the person holding it open. She entered regardless.

"So, long time no see, eh?" they asked and Zakuro's jaw dropped when she saw it was Kisshu.

"W-what-"

"What am I doing here?" he finished.

"Yeah," she said with a blush, this made her blush further, why was she getting flustered, it was only Kisshu. Only Kisshu? That's great, he's my enemy, or, at least he used to be, she thought.

"Nothing really, I just, well, Earth is better for me, I can't get used to it back home."

"That's odd."

"Yeah, I guess so. You look freezing, you want a blanket?"

"Uh, sure, thanks," Zakuro was confused, Kish seemed like a normal guy, not the evil alien determined to destroy the Earth she had always perceived him as.

"Here you go," Kish said and tossed her a blanket.

"Thank you," she said as she wrapped it around her shoulders.

"You said that already," he said with a slight smirk.

"Sorry," she said and could feel her cheeks getting red. Why was she being so nervous? She didn't have the slightest idea what the feeling was but her stomach was in knots, she kept getting flustered, and she couldn't help but notice that Kisshu looked amazing. A fact that slipped by her before, perhaps because she was too busy fighting either his monsters, his comrades, or him. "So what have you been up to since you got back?" she asked to hide from her thoughts,

" Not much, trying to get a job, kinda hard when you don't look too normal."

"Perhaps, then again perhaps not," Zakuro had an idea.

"Huh?"

"I might be able to get you a job, despite the…" the phrase suddenly came to her, "distinct features."

"Really?" he asked, his golden eyes gleaming.

"Sure, I have some influence in show biz."

"Show biz?"

"Like acting, or I've got an alien themed shoot coming up, I'll talk to my manager if you want."

"Thanks!"

"It's no big deal," she said with a shrug.

"Of course it is," he said looking into light blue eyes with the expression she saw Ryou give Lettuce. That worried her, she didn't want anything to do with relationships, not yet anyway. He suddenly started kissing her, his hands moved to her back. And to her surprise she kissed back, when she realized what she was doing she pulled away.

"KISSHU!" she screamed in shock.

"I'm sorry, I just- you're just so," he struggled to find the word, "perfect! I can't believe I didn't notice before."

"Yeah, yeah," she said, trying to stay angry. She had been told the same thing several times, and she knew what they meant when they said. But when Kisshu said it, she felt her heart melt.

"I mean it," he said sincerely.

"I-I don't know!" she shouted confused, she didn't know how she felt, she didn't know what to do, it felt like she didn't know anything anymore!

"Don't think about it, just feel it."

"I can't, I can't."

"Sure you can, just stop thinking." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She tried to tune out the voice she knew was her own screaming "He's your enemy, you idiot, you can't love him!" in her head. But she realized that she was wrong, she could. She immediately started kissing Kisshu, her new neighbor, her new co-worker, and her new boyfriend.