A/N: I'm back witches! Just kidding. You're not witches :D Sorry for not updating in a while. I was focusing on my other stories. I hope you enjoy! I apologise for any spelling mistakes. They keyboard acts weird. Please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew or any of it's characters. However, I do own the plot.

When he awoke, Pudding was nowhere to be seen. He walked around the house in search of her. Finally, he found her in her siblings' room. She sat on one of the beds, staring blankly at the wall. Quietly, he walked over and held her, trying to comfort her over her loss. "It's just so lonely without them. So empty, so quiet." He rested his chin on her head. "We'll get them back. I promise. Just try to enjoy your free time. At least a little." She hesitated for a second before answering.

"Okay." He didn't want to leave her alone, but he really needed to see Pai then have a talk with the old hag. Maybe even stop by to check on Kisshu.

"Hey, I don't wanna leave you alone, but I have to take care of a few things. You know, considering yesterday's incident..." He avoided looking into her eyes. She righted herself on her knees and sat back on her legs, taking his face in her hands, making sure he was looking at her. "It's alright. I understand. Just remember one thing. I love you, no matter what happens." She kissed him deeply before pulling back to embrace him once more. He sighed. "Me too." She left the room quietly and he teleported to Cafe Mew Mew.

He caught sight of the snobby mew talking to Ryou. "Yo! Blondie! The old hag 'round here?" The blonde glanced at him and frowned. "She's in the kitchen." He walked into th kitchen and found the old hag digging into some sort of pastry. She looked up at him in surprise. "What're you doing here, runt?" He sat across from her and sighed. "Listen, I gotta talk to you."

She pointed the fork at him. "You. Talk to me. About what?" She continued eating.

"Kisshu." She dropped her fork and gaped at me, her jaw hanging open and her arm raised in midair.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Why would I need to talk about that crazy, psychotic STALKER?" She paused. "Unless, we're discussing a restraining order." She picked up her fork again and continued eating.

Tart rolled his eyes. "Do you realize how blind you are?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I can see well enough to know that you're still a shortie." He clenched his fists.

"NO, you old hag! About Kisshu! He expresses himself in a completetly different way and you're too freaking blind to see it. He is in love with you, Ichigo! But no! You go running after that stupid tree hugger, Masaya! I think Kisshu has finally been broken from repeatedly being rejected. You should see him. Maybe you'll feel guilty and realize what you do. Or maybe you'll just go on with your life like nothing ever happened."

He stood and leaned over the table. "Just remember this: Four years ago, he died for you. Enjoy your food." He stormed out of the kitchen. He ran into the purple mew on the way out.

"Hey, what's going on?" She demanded. But, he ignored her and teleported out of the cafe. He walked the familiar halls of the ship and found his way to Kisshu's room. He knocked on the door and waited.

"Go away, Pai. No matter how many tests you put me through, it won't make me feel better!" said Kisshu, his voice muffled by the door.

"It's not Pai. Let me in," he said. Tart heard a few crashes coming from the room, but waited patiently. A few seconds later, the door slid open, revealing a depressed-looking Kish.

"What do you want, Taruto?" He looked tore up and downright sad. Tart studied him as he blocked the doorway with his body. He looked thinner, and his eyes were red as if he had been crying. Normally, he would tease him about something like this but now was not the time.

"I want to talk. Come on Kish. Just let me in." Kisshu looked at him skeptically.

"Fine. Come in." He stepped aside and let Taruto in. Kish's room was a mess. Taruto had to step around piles of garbage and clothing. At one point, he almost impaled himself on one of Kish's daggers.

"Dude, honestly, you're a mess." Kisshu glared at him.

"Gee, thanks Tart. You really know how to boost my self-esteem," said Kish.

"I'm just telling you the truth man. You can't go on like this. You either find a way she'll accept you or move on." Kish slumped against his bed and sighed.

"I know. But I can't let her go. No matter how many times she rejects me, she'll always be my koneko-chan." Tart studied him quietly.

"I talked to her today. I don't know if what I said would help. But it can't get any worse. I hope you feel better, man." He nodded, not bothering to ask what they talked about.

Tart walked out of the room silently, pondering what he was going to tell Pai. He reached the lab and walked in without knocking, figuring his situation was urgent enough. Pai was standing by one of the metal tables, tapping away on a human device he had just discovered, called an iPad.

"Hello, Taruto. You should have knocked first."

"I kn-"

"It does not matter now. You are already here. Look at what I have just discovered. It seems these humans enjoy a game called 'Angry Birds'. Though these creatures do not seem angry to me."

Tart looked at the screen. By the looks of it, Pai was losing. Pudding had shown him this game before, in the few minutes they had alone while her siblings had been busy.

"Pai, I need to tell you something." He ldidn't even look away from the screen.

"Tart, you and Kisshu both know I am not here to help with your relationship problems."

"It's not about that. It's about my body."

Pai glanced up at him, looking uncomfortable.

"Well, Taruto, when young aliens reach a certain age they develop certain urges- " Tart raised his hands, stopping him.

"No, no, no, no, no. Not that." He'd gotten 'The Talk' from Kish last year and it had not been pleasant. Pai looked puzzeled.

"Then?"

"The other night at Pudding's...her stupid fiance took her siblings and...I just got so mad...there was this orange glow. I-I'm not sure what it was. And honestly, I'm a little scared."

Pai's eyes widened and he stepped back a little.

"No...no, no. This wasn't supposed to happen. We stopped it. Years ago. It's not possible."

"Pai...what is it?" He put his hand Tart's shoulder and looked him right in the eye.

"Taruto, I'm sorry. But...you're cursed." His whole body went numb.

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