Saba: This is Saba's Reflection updating on behalf of Jazz-chan. And please credit moi, because I wrote chapter two, four and five. The rest belongs to Jazz-chan.
Jazz: Should I be Jazz, Zuka or Touki? o.o
Saba: To be, or not to be?
Kisshu: *holds skull up with hand* That, folks, is the question.
Dokueki: *whacks with handbag* Why are you obsessed with these things?!
Kisshu: Ow! *rubs head*
Saba: *shrugs* White Chicks moment. And crawl back to the story you came from!
Dokueki: *sighs* But I LOVE Kisshu! Besides, you're leaving me with that sardonic Pai because you can't update quick enough!
Pai: Sweetheart! *hearts in eyes*
Saba: Sorry guys. Cue the story!
Jazz: *growls*
Sunameri = Porpoise
Love Potion
Surprise, Surprise
She clutched her sidebag protectively, aware of the location she was in. It had been three weeks since she resigned from Cafe Mew Mew and Tokyo Mew Mew, leaving her at a point in her life where she questioned the value of it. Her eyes were wildly searching for a familiar face, because she longed to feel a sense of belonging again. She was walking out of a market which rested nearby the cafe, people brushing past her without a backward glance or apology. It was a place like this that isolated her, and made her confront her fears of unrequited love.
Her braids fell loosely behind her, the wind rippling her lemon cardigan. She was enlightened at the sight of the pink building in front of her, the bushes freshly trimmed and the creamy path brighter than the sun. Light reflected upon the closed windows, and two arched doors at the heart of the entrance were opened. Her heart skipped beats but she wasn't intending on coming back, especially after what she had done. Abandoning the mission was only making the situation worse, as she'd left two aliens helplessly battling for her love.
She only wanted her boss to love her, if only she knew what would come next.
Her breath was stolen from her the moment she saw a glimpse of blonde hair exit the cafe, only to be followed by hair whiter than his. She wondered if she had been replaced, because the chatty teenager beside Ryou Shirogane was wearing her old uniform, green, clean and washed. She laughed in unison with Ryou's light-hearted chuckles, as they both stood there on the path, both blue eyes locked onto the other. Retasu could see the desperation each gaze possessed, the need to get involved with the other.
She could only stand her guard as still as a statue and watch in horror as her once boss held her pale chin within his grasp, both of them leaning in playfully. Before their lips could even touch, Retasu let out a strangled sob, disturbing the atmosphere drastically.
Ryou looked up, his eyes widening.
"Retasu!"
"Why are you talking to her for? I'm your girlfriend, not this old rag!"
Her accent was that of the French, cold, quick, and designed to cut you like a knife.
Retasu gasped as she sprinted, the only evidence that she was ever there being the tears which hit the ground as she left their presence. She found herself in the heart of the market again, her eyes closed as to ignore everything and everybody around her, including herself.
How could he do that? He knew how I felt about him!
She was about to run past a dark alleyway shrouded in huge shadows, only to be gripped by the wrist and pulled in. Her eyes shot open as she was pushed against a wall, locking gazes with the first set of eyes which chose to love her. It was too dark to see anything, but the instinctive golden colour which glimmered in his eyes like Chinese lanterns was enough for her to match them to a face and recognise him.
Her eyes splattered with emotion, she remained silent as his long nails retrieved the tears from her pale cheeks, causing her to flinch just slightly.
"You're too good for him, Sunameri-san. Why do you let him hurt you like that?"
She blushed, bowing her head to look at their feet. She averted her gaze, which came as a painful blow to Kisshu. He had spent his entire three weeks mourning for the girl he would never have loved if he hadn't taken the cake filled with a love potion, and he came to terms with the fact that before, he never even looked at her. Neither did Pai, and he couldn't believe that jealousy had forced him to confess to his own feelings. It was a reflection period for both of them, but which would have her heart?
"I-I don't know... i-isn't that what l-love is?"
He sighed.
"Come with me."
"What-"
Kisshu pressed his lips against Retasu's, her eyes widening upon impact. Her warm lips were tainted with the eternal coldness of Kisshu's, electricity coursing through her veins. She found herself savouring the taste, a side effect which came with the love potion. She'd return the feelings of whoever took it, a precaution which was foretold by Purin, and became a reality. Retasu was kissing back, and she couldn't help it. She began to wonder where her conscience lay in all of this.
Kisshu tore away with a devillish smirk, licking his lips deviously. He offered a hand to Retasu, putting her on the spot.
"Take my hand."
She noticed the wounds on his wrist, which the little light in the alleyway shone upon most. She glanced up at him softly. He seemed to acknowledge what she was implying with the look she gave off.
"Love is pain, Retasu... I intend to make up for it. Your friends aren't your friends, and as for enemies... I'm your ally really."
Retasu didn't feel she had any other choice, especially after the events which followed previously.
She took his hand and they disappeared.
Dokueki: x.x *dies*
Saba: You do know she'd never steal Pai's heart from Retasu... right?
Jazz: I had to make sure. *blood on hands*
Saba: *sighs*
Kisshu: Hooray, she's dead! I'm free!
Retasu: *cough* You just kissed me... I think you're trapped in a love quadrangle.
Kisshu: Damnit. ._.
Saba: I don't know where this is going now, but I'll leave that to Jazz-chan.
Jazz: Oneechan's betraying Tokyo Mew Mew?!
Saba: That's what it looks like. I'm such a devil, aren't I, guys?
Kisshu: Um...
Jazz: Well-
Pai: Yes.
Saba: *flames in eyes* DIE! *kills Pai* Goodbye, friends! ^_^