Before you begin reading, I want to announce something.
The last time I updated was when I was fourteen years old, and now in less than a month; I will turn seventeen. Lots could happen in three years and enough to make you grown up. I had once neglected this story, for the stupidest of reasons, and rest assured that I will never abandon what I have started-but continue it to the end. You have hanged on for so long, hoping I would post a new chapter. This is for every mew mew fan that has posted those three last weeks. I had completely forgotten about my story until you reminded me. I would be forever grateful. So here I prolong the chapter further in the story; today you are going to meet Harukame, the hybrid of my imagination. So let's begin.
Harukame's POV (talking as if in the past)
That was before the beginning of her troubles, so my memoirs say. My mother was still a child when she was held as a captive and I had no doubt she had many difficulties to adapt. She might have had hallucinations for all I know. But what I knew for sure is that she suffered from somnambulism and night terrors till the very end.
My father truly loved her but he was an over possessive man- and he was to self absorbed to have seen it coming. So he went on with his happy go lucky dreams of him and her, in wedlock; living the true harmony. Ah, how he was wrong.
Every day, humans were being huddled together in a base down in Ukraine before being teleported to our base. Then the government decided what to do with them; which were nothing more than a slave. Sometimes, they 'd seize and would enclose a huge perimeter on earth with scurrying humans all agitated- and would bombard the area until there would be none alive. I could only imagine what my mother felt knowing this-absolutely helpless.
But of course the enemy was retaliating. Humans were not stupid and, we often admitted, were smarter than we thought. The United States and Japan allied to launch a kind of celestial missile towards the bases and believe me; they had struck some of our most important naval areas.
Chimera animals roamed the human planet, each releasing viruses and disease that were not common to the human beings. The bacteria, all alone, killed more than sixty million people.
But my father was so engrossed in the wedding planning for him and my mother that he could not care less about his lieutenant duties. He would pace down his apartments muttering to himself and sometimes exclaiming out loud that Ichigo, my mother, was his and that he had to make it official.
My mother on the other hand must have felt so alone. She had nobody to speak to, often she hoped her tiny alien friend would pop out from her cell phone and ask her what was wrong with her, but that must have been a sign of creeping derision.
Two weeks before their wedding, she was sitting down a stool on the edge of a bathtub. And from there she could watch the cyniclone city, a true alien novel. Unlike the earth, the planet did not have an atmosphere and it was possible to watch Neptune and all the stars as if they were close neighbors. The Andromeda galaxy circled around us as we rotated and the constellations were very vivid. But to my mother, it was not the galactic view that amazed her. The city with the floating buildings and fluorescent blue windows looked very advanced in technology but even the aliens kept a touch with earth only through the design. And mother was often reminded of 's artifacts. She looked at her kidnappers with another perspective; and she decided that she could not blame their claim to her planet. This conviction made her presence in their castle even harder-and as a matter of fact; she started hating my father.
That night she had prayed to herself before going to bed and was eventually joined by my father.
"Ichigo." He whispered in the night. The crickets chirped and the lights were out. My mother only responded with a shift in the covers.
"Ichigo, can you sleep?"
She lightly lifted her head from the pillow before turning to face him.
"Not since my very first day here." I suppose he chose to ignore this comment.
"How everything changed. Yesterday you worked at the Café mew mew and I was constantly stalking you with Pai and Taruto. And now, look where we are."
She did respond. "And in two weeks," he went on, "We'll be married." His chest heaved an inward yawn. My mother lifted her bright cinnamon eyes up at him and they glowed in the dark. His head turned to her direction.
"Ichigo I know it's been hard- especially lately. Listen, I'm trying my best and I know whatever I do could not induce you to be truly happy. But please, know that there is no other alternative; I cannot send you to earth because I am afraid there would be for you some mischief. So please, cooperate. There is no other way. You are mine now, my property and there is no alternative."
He had said it gently; entailing neither menace nor threat. Such was his personality- a blazing fire in a cube of ice.
Mother stared in the empty space for a few seconds before shifting her position so that she was looking towards the ceiling instead.
"That, I know." She said.
Father smiled sadly. "Then we're all set." And he pulled the cover up his face and slept soundly.
And so did mother, drifting slowly into a dreamless sleep.
The life at the palace could have appealing were it not for the sly eyes, the dishonesty. I must imagine what it must have been like for a young child of thirteen to be alone with no one to talk to. She must have also missed her parents and her own friends which made her more depressed since they might have been dead and if they were alive, they would not have cared to see her. I recall the whispers of the servants in the night- the creature which was remote of affection. Back then, I was oblivious. Nothing did matter.
My father tried to persuade Naiya to forfeit her grudge against the Mew Mew leader and she was loath to make friends with her but at least she tried.
And so mother spent a lot of time on her own the preparing weeks of her marriage. Her stylist was practically propelling himself up and down in excitement when he discussed the gown with her.
"Oh I will make you splendid. People will cry when they will see you." He kept promising her. They spent one whole week in her wardrobe before the stylist came up with something resplendent. It was an azurite blue fabric with a faint silver glow to it. The design were the imperial ancestral signs; fitting a royal bride. The jewels were black opals and black diamonds; the most beautiful jewels she had ever seen. As a cyniclone bride, it was custom to attend the procession bare foot.
When finally the gown was ready, the stylist and all the other attendants burst into tears. To make it even more majestic, he sewed an ermine train at the end of the gown; incrusted with sapphires and black opals.
When mother looked at her reflection, she screamed. She was too beautiful.
The morning of the wedding, the castle seemed to undergo an uproar. Father wanted perfection- literally.
My mother's servants hustled and hovered about her and they were determined that she was to be the most beautiful bride they could make.
They had bathed her in scented oils and they extended the length of her hair to her feet. On her head, she had to wear the sort of a huge helmet that matched the dress, only this one would be the symbol that she was pledged to her groom.
The whole world seemed to watch. The castle was decorated and the ballroom was ready. The guests were counted by thousands and they too were all here.
Father was waiting by the chapel. He matched the colors of my mother; only his suit glowed as if neon lights. He was the handsomest man in court.
When it was time to go down, mother was still in her apartments. A page came running in and announcing it was time.
The maids and the attendants faces all snapped towards mother. She looked peevish for a while and said, "Go all of you. I should come shortly afterwards."
The stylist's eyes popped. " But madam, they are waiting."
Mother sighed. "I know." She said. "I just need a moment-very brief- to myself."
But then the stylist's eyes softened and they shared a meaningful look.
"You heard the mistress, let's go."
And the door shut after them.
This may have been the moment of truth for Ichigo Momomiya, only it was just the beginning.
Casting a last look at her maiden face, her thoughts rewinded a few months away, when she fantasized that her wedding day was with Aoyama-Kun.
It did not matter, she would revenge; that she has sworn an oath to. But mostly, she will live secretly because she was determined to go back home.
So she got up and went through the door that would change everything.
"And I announce you husband and wife."
The cheers were deafening, the screams of joy were too intense. That night; a ball was organized and many toasts were granted.
The cyniclone planet was en fete and that would be lasting for days.
But to my dear mother, it was the end. That night, she would become officially a woman belonging to another specie.
The room organized for my parents looked like an oriental harem. It was all made of bottle green granite and in the center was placed a chimney; as huge as a professional oven.
The bed looked Arab, beautifully carved and was placed in front of the chimney. For my father, this was the moment he had waited for since he met the mew mews. But for my mother, the ambush was too strong to take in and she had trouble adjusting to it.
Silently, she made her way to the bed and stood there. "Two can play a game." She thought. And slowly, she detached the belt from her bathrobe which fell on the floor. There she was, completely naked.
She lied down and waited. The frenzy that had intoxicated my father could not have made him wait any longer and she did not wait long before he joined her.
As she surrendered response less to my father's touch, she turned her head towards the fire in the chimney, and the flames reflected in her eyes.
"Yes;" she thought, "I will live inwardly and I will strike when you wait for it the least."
The following months were pretty depressing for my mother. The persecution of humans was sometimes a public spectacle and every night she would scream her lungs out.
But when she discovered she was pregnant, that was just another story….
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Love you much more than possible, Sophia.