\AN/
Yes I am making another dedication. This time to my friend ZephyrFiction. Not only just because its his birthday coming up, but also because it introduces his OC.
Happy Birthday Zyou.
Finally, I give you:
Chapter 12: Mewl Efficient
"So you guys are doing a catering job?" Ammara asked, twirling her hair between her fingers in anticipation.
"Yeah, some car repair shop is hosting a car show," Aneeta nodded, just as jumpy as she was. The whole school was gathered in the gym for their annual student verses teacher basketball game. Since Aneeta and Ammara had been on the basketball team last year in Middle School, and they were great players, they were asked to play in the game. The team was consisted of both boys and girls, just like the teacher's team would be. They were standing out in the hallway, awaiting to be announced.
"Is Jeremy going too?" Ammara asked with a playful wink.
"No, he's got a kendo tournament," she replied, tightening her ponytail. "I see him all the time, so it's no big deal. You going to go?"
"Nah, I promised Sana I'd help her clean out her basement," she said, rolling her shoulders. "Yeah, I know it doesn't sound all that exciting, but you should see the stuff her family collects."
"You guys ready to lose?" Mr. Hanari asked with a cocky grin, coming up to them with a team of teachers all behind him.
"The only thing we'll be losing is sweat," Akihito laughed, giving his friend a high five.
"You can talk, now let's see you walk," Mrs. Kishi challenged, trying to sound cool. Ammara couldn't help but snicker.
"Alright Yokota!" a voice boomed from within the gym, causing the crowd to scream in excitement. "Are you ready to see some basketball?" Ammara couldn't help but scream along with the crowd, making everyone outside give her looks.
"Sorry," she grinned.
"Let's introduce our teams this evening! I give you the students!" Aneeta, Ammara and the other students jogged through the doors, the guys receiving mock punches from one of the gym teachers, and into the gym where the noise was amplified from bouncing off the walls. They were surrounded by three walls of stands overflowing with spectators, and the stage at the far end with stray students parked there. Aneeta tried to scan the crowd for Jeremy, but there was just too many faces, and their uniforms all blended together.
"And now, the opposing team, wanting to get back for their horrible los last year," the announcer continued. "I give you the Teachers!" The crowd was a mixture of cheers and boos as the adults came through the doors, trying to imitate the student team in how they greeted their fans. Ammara snickered, as they gathered around their 'coach', a fellow student strategist known as Bollen.
"Alright guys," he said, looking over his clipboard as if he were a professional coach. "These guys are pushovers, but just because you won last year doesn't mean you're slacking off this year." He went on giving them pointers, and certain plays he wanted until the referee, who was really the janitor, blew his whistle signaling for the captains to come to the center of the court.
Watching from the stands anxiously was one student in particular. Moving to a new town was hard, but moving to a new country was even harder. You didn't know anyone at all, the customs were foreign, the language was different, and you even stuck out when you weren't trying. But seeing the familiar game about to take part reminded him of back home, proving that the two societies weren't so different after all. He was able to make out most of what the announcer was saying, but he was lost in the sea of foreign gossip that took place around him, mixed in with the whistle and warning buzzer.
"Hey there," the boy next to him greeted. He was a tiny fella, with short, thin black hair, and held a pair of perfectly round glasses that made him look like an Asian Harry Potter.
"Hi," he nodded, watching the teachers win the toss up unfairly, matching a short girl with a towering man.
"I'm Katsutoshi Muraoka," he introduced holding out his hand. "I'm in your first class."
"Partick Cunningham," he replied, shaking his hand nervously. "Sorry, but I'm not gonna remember your name."
"Call me Katsu then," he shrugged. "Most people do." The crowd erupted into screams again as the ball sunk into the net on the teacher's side.
"You think the students are going to win?" Katsu asked, adjusting his glasses.
"Doesn't really matter," Patrick shrugged. "We don't have to sit in class doing schoolwork."
"I actually like don't mind school," he said, clapping when the students sunk another basket. "Gives me something to do."
"You don't do anything else?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Well yes, but I can't always get my hands on a car," he chuckled. "My dad doesn't let me tinker on his customer's cars."
"You like working on cars?" Patrick asked, his interest caught.
"Yeah, my dad owns a garage," he nodded. "He's actually hosting a Car Show."
"Wait....," Patrick thought for a few seconds piecing things together. "You're dad owns Gawdo Auto?"
"Yeah," Katsu nodded proudly.
"My dad's friends with him," he smiled. "He's actually helping out with the car show."
"Oh, you're Denver's kid," he grinned excitedly. "Wow, can't believe I didn't think of that sooner. How many families from America move here at the same time?"
"Not many," Patrick shrugged. "But yeah, I was already going to be showing up at the Show. My dad said I'd get paid."
"Then I can show you my prized car," Katsu said. "It's so cool! I spent a good 5 months working on it."
"I look forward to seeing it." he nodded.
\NMM/
Jay sat still, his eyes unblinking. A pair of large round green eyes stared back, its eyelids remaining stationary. Makoto whined, and looked across the table from one to the other.
"Ah man!" Jay cried, rubbing his eyes when he finally blinked. "No fair! You're a robot!"
"LL!" MAL shouted triumphantly, shaking her paws in the air. Today she was dressed in a light blue dress shirt, dark blue dress pants, and had her hair in two ponytails.
"You lost again?" Wesley laughed, bringing over a tray of cookies.
"It's no fair," he complained, taking a cookie. "You should program her to have to blink after a certain amount of time."
"But her eyes don't dry out," he smiled, placing the tray on the table. "So why make her blink? She only does it because she's programmed to imitate people."
"LLL," MAL grinned, munching on a cookie.
"She should be imitating blinking habits," Jay suggested, shoving three cookies in his mouth and swallowing them in one gulp. "Also, you have to give her an actually voice. She doesn't speak."
"I'm almost done with the program I was going to use," Wesley explained, sitting down next to him. "I'm just not sure how I should make her sound, or what kind of speaking habits I should give her."
"She should meow like a cat in between sentences," Jay suggested.
"That sounds like a good idea actually," he nodded, scratching his chin in thought. "You know if you have any other suggestions for her design let me know. I have big plans for her end design, and I don't really have a lot of details picked out."
"Sure thing," Jay nodded excitedly.
"MMM," MAL chimed, pointing toward the staff lounge.
"Finally, I got these stupid things on," Aneeta growled, walking over to them as if she had something up her butt. Since this was their first catering job, Eliot thought it'd be appropriate to have different uniforms for the occasion, so he got them uniforms that consisted of a dress shirt, a girl bow tie and dress pants(all of which were in their respective color). The dress pants were too tight around the butt. And of course, these came out of their pay checks.
"You look like a penguin," Jay laughed.
"I feel like one," she huffed, making sure her fly was still done up. "Thanks again for looking after Jay, Wesley."
"It's no problem at all," he smiled sweetly. "It'll be fun babysitting."
"And dogsitting," Jay reminded, ruffling Makoto's fur.
"The van's loaded up," Kotona announced, coming into the cafe from the back door. She was wearing the uniform too, but didn't walk as funny as Aneeta. Instead of having her hair in two ponytails, she had it in one. They all did actually, because that's how Eliot wanted it. He didn't want their hair all out because he didn't want hair to get in the food.
"LL!" MAL shouted, jumping into the air.
"Take care you guys," Wesley waved. "Make sure not to cause too much trouble."
"Oh, you know us," Kita grinned sticking her head in. "We'll be on our best behavior."
"You behave Jay," Aneeta warned, kissing him on the head.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to drive Wesley insane," Jay grinned mischievously.
"No you won't," she warned, raising her eyebrow at him. "Good luck Wesley."
"Bye girls." He called as they hurried out the doors.
"I can't believe I have to be seen in this," Tiffany complained, standing next to the van. It reminded Aneeta of the Mystery Machine, except it was pink instead of green, with hearts instead of flowers, and it had two rows of seating in the front instead of one.
"It's not so bad," Kotona shrugged. "As long as it's not coming out of our pay checks too."
"Don't worry," Eliot replied, rolling his eyes from the driver's seat. "It's not."
"Who cares about this piece of junk," Tiffany spat. "I'm talking about these clothes. I look like a man!"
"Trust me, with that bust, you are far from a man," Kita mumbled, jumping into the front seat with Eliot.
"You can go with out your fashionable attire for one day," Aneeta smiled, urging her to climb in the back seat. "Where's Amaya?"
"She's going to meet us there," Eliot said, starting up the van. It didn't make any ugly sounds, so Aneeta took that as a good sign. She climbed in after Tiffany struggled to lift herself in, and Kotona slid in next to Kita. MAL flew in through the window and perched on the dashboard.
"You can't come," Eliot said, narrowing his eyes. "Stay here with Wesley."
"MMM!" she complained, flailing her arms frantically.
"Aw, come on," Kita pouted. "Let MAL come."
"We can't let people see her," he replied with authority.
"But she's the mascot of the cafe," Aneeta protested. "We have to bring her."
"Please Eliot?" Tiffany asked, fluttering her eyelashes. "People saw her at the soccer game."
"I said no," he snapped. "Stay at the cafe MAL, and I mean it."
"LL!" she shouted, sticking her tongue out at him. Stomping her foot, she flew out of the van and toward the pink building.
"That was mean," Kotona gasped. "Why did you do that?"
"Because I need her to stay at the Cafe," he replied shortly. "She's still a bit unstable, and I need her to stay close to where we can adjust her."
"Oh," Aneeta nodded, but couldn't help but feel sad for their little friend.
"How far is the car place?" Kita asked, adjusting her bow tie.
"It's on the other side of town," Eliot replied. "I just hope the food doesn't jostle around back there.
"Did you stack them properly?" Aneeta asked, looking over her shoulder at the boxes of desserts piled up in the back.
"I don't think they'll move," Kotona said, scratching her head. "I think we did a good job."
"We'll see in a second," Eliot sighed, turning out of the driveway and onto the road. The van shook unexpectedly more than they thought, and all eyes flashed to the back of the van. The boxes remained where they were.
"That's a relief," he sighed.
"Keep your eyes on the road!" Kita screeched, covering her eyes when the van drove too close to a parked car.
"I know how to drive," he snapped, veering away. "I've had my license for quite a few years now."
"How old are you?" Tiffany asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Isn't that an impolite question to ask?" Eliot countered.
"Only when it's to a girl," she smirked. "So how old are ya?"
"I'm 20," he replied with no hesitation. The girls fell silent and stared at him wide eyed. "What?" He made a face back at them.
"Y-you don't look 20," Kita snorted. "You look Aneeta's age."
"That's a bit insulting," he sighed, narrowing his eyes.
"It's not our fault your genetics are slow in the aging process," Aneeta giggled. "You know that's the first thing we've learned about you. We hardly know anything about you and Wesley."
"I know Wesley's the III," Kita grinned.
"Tell us some other stuff about you," Kotona pressed, finally doing up her seat belt, and urging Kita to do hers.
"20 Questions!" Tiffany giggled, leaning forward in between Eliot and Kita. "Alright, so let's start off easy. Question number 1. Where were you born?"
"Philadelphia."
"Really?" Aneeta gasped. "You're American?"
"My parents moved to America before I was born," he explained. "I was raised there, and moved to Tokyo with Wesley when I was 12. So I'm still technically Japanese."
"Why don't you live with your parents?" Kita asked. "Question number 2."
"That I will not answer," he said in rather a harsh tone.
"But those are the rules," Tiffany glared. "You have to answer every question."
"If he doesn't want to answer don't make him," Aneeta said, pushing Tiffany to sit back. "Question number 3. How'd you meet Wesley?"
"He worked for my dad," he replied, making a smooth turn. "Next question."
"How old is Wesley? Question number 4," Kotona added quickly.
"He's 21."
"He looks his age," Kita snickered. "Question number 5. Why a cafe as a cover up?"
"Wesley loves to bake," he shrugged. "So why not a cafe?"
"Hey, we're asking the questions," Tiffany warned, poking him with a brush she pulled out of no where. "Question number 6. Does Wesley have a girlfriend he can cook for?"
"You already have a boyfriend," Kotona snapped. "Be happy with what you have."
"I am, I am, sheesh," Tiffany snapped back, flipping her hair.
"No, he doesn't have a girlfriend sadly," Eliot replied, taking another turn, but it was a bit shakier than he expected. "He deserves one though."
"You have one?" Kita grinned, poking him. "Question number 7." He was a bit hesitant, but his face had a smirk.
"Yes."
"What's her name?
"How long you guys been going out?"
"How old is she?"
"Where'd you meet her?"
"Well that's questions 8, 9, 10 and 11," he laughed after being bombard with questions.
"Then answer them!" Tiffany ordered impatiently. "Give us details."
"Aren't you guys getting a bit person?"
"You know stuff about us, so we deserve to know stuff about you," Kita huffed. "Now spill."
"Well, her name is Zoey," he replied. "She's 20 as well. We met in a park in Tokyo about 4 years ago, and we've been dating for 3."
"That's so cute," Aneeta grinned. "Who knew someone would date a guy like you."
"She asks herself the same question sometimes," he chuckled to himself. "Well, we're here." He pulled the van up a driveway, and parked outside of a large car shop.
"We have 9 questions to go," Kita pouted.
"We'll finish later," Kotona grinned, hopping out of the van.
"Great," Eliot mumbled, turning off the ignition.
What they didn't know was that as soon as MAL left the van, she put a tracker on it. She ed until they arrived at the shop first before heading out after them. She wasn't going to let Eliot ruin her fun.
\NMM/
With music filling every inch of the apartment, and regardless of her sore limbs, Amaya glided across the small living room an into the kitchen, where she opened the fridge to survey its contents. Gotta go grocery shopping soon, she thought, removing the carton of milk. She pulled a box of cereal from the shelf, and a bowl from the cupboard and sat down, pouring the food into the bowl. Forgot your spoon, a distant voice echoed in her head. Amaya shook her head, clearing it away, but she realized she did forget it.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up to find one. Instead of returning to her awaiting bowl, she stared at her stretched reflexion on the spoon she removed from the drawer. Her hair was frizzy from working in the heat for so long. Perhaps I'll braid it for the car show, she thought, putting the spoon down and neglecting her untouched cereal, she went to her room to get ready. The new uniform was laid out on her bed already, looking freshly pressed. She sat down on the floor, in front of the floor mirror she owned, and began brushing through her thick hair.
Thick brown hair, chocolate brown eyes. You would've never known she was her mother's daughter. She looked too much like him. Images flashed of Halloween night in her head, and she jolted in shock. No, no, no, she thought, leaning forward to burry her face in her lap. No, it couldn't be him. It just couldn't. She hadn't seen him in 7 years, but he still looked the same as he had in her memories. Memories she tried so hard to bury. Just focus on getting ready, she thought to herself, taking a few deep breathes, trying to settle her shaking.
Within half an hour her hair was braided, she was fully dressed, and her appetite was somewhat satisfied. Grabbing her car keys from the dresser, she paused to look at the photo that stood idly on it. She kissed her finger and then pressed it to the frame. Miss you, she thought before exiting her apartment.
\NMM/
The cars were not actually inside the shop, but out in the back, and lined up in rows for display. The cars ranged from ancient classics to futuristic designs. Decorations were few, but Patrick's dad said it was the cars that would attract people, along with the delicious desserts they were having. He wasn't sure how desserts were going to attract people, but hey, it wasn't him that was running the function. He was only here to help out, and check out Katsu's car. Dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, he made his way down one of the isles, looking at all the different models, and was amazed how the designs changed over the years.
"Hey Patrick!" Katsu called from the end of the isle. "This is mine right here." He couldn't see the car he was motioning to at first, because it was blocked by a giant truck on huge wheels, but he he noticed it when he got closer.
"Isn't it a beauty?" Katsu grinned, putting his fists on his hips proudly.
"It certainly is cool," Patrick nodded. He didn't know much about car models by dates and stuff, but he could tell it was Chevy. A Chevelle from the looks of it. He wasn't good at remembering specifics about cars, all he knew was how to fix them.
"It's a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS," he explained. "I found it in a junkyard. The guy said he didn't know where it came from, but I could take it. My dad brought it here, and I've been working on it ever since. Had to find all the right parts, mend its frame, and give it a new paint job." The car was deep red, with blue stripped decals on the side, probably added for fun by Katsu.
"Don't just stand there boys," Denver hollered from inside. "The caterer has arrived. Come and help unload their truck."
"You really don't need to worry about it Mr. Cunningham," A blonde boy said, coming up next to him. "My staff has it covered."
"But they are all young ladies," Denver objected. "It's alright. My boy is being paid to help out. Son, get going."
"Yes dad," he mumbled, heading around the building.
"I'll go see if my dad needs help," Katsu called after him.
"Careful Kita," Aneeta gasped when the little girl attempted to carry 5 boxes of cupcakes.
"I've got it," she grunted, wobbling in the direction of the building.
"Wesley spent hours this morning making those," Kotona warned. "He'll be upset if you drop them."
"I said I'm fi-" Her foot got hooked on a stray cord, and her body went falling forward. To save herself, Kita let go of the boxes, and put her hands out to soften her fall.
"I ruined the cupcakes!" Kita cried as soon as she lifted her face from the pavement. She looked up, expecting to see the boxes and its contents sprawled all along the driveway, but instead saw a pair of large running shoes a few inches from her face.
"Y-You okay?" the owner of the shoes asked.
"Uh, a few scrapes, but I think I'm fine," she stammered, jumping to her feet. She had to strain her neck upwards to see over the boxes at the person's face, and gasped when she realized how tall he was. He was almost 2 feet taller than she was. He had curly, light brown hair and light green that weren't Asian.
"That was an amazing catch!" Tiffany gasped, going gaga over him. She quickly hurried over to him to give him an awkward hug. "You're so cute. Where have you been all my life?"
"Uh..." This made him very uncomfortable, and he nearly dropped the cupcakes when Kotona ran over, prying her off of him with Kita's help.
"You have a boyfriend!" she shouted in disbelief. "How can you be looking at another guy?"
"We're not really dating," Tiffany sighed, rolling her eyes. "It's not official or anything. We just see each other a lot."
"Still!" She shrieked. "How can you be like this? How can you play with hearts? Are guys just things to you?"
"I will not dignify that with an answer," she replied simply, shrugging. Kotona clenched her jaw in anger, squeezed her fists tightly.
"You..." she growled, shaking with anger. "You bitch!" A silence so still a knife could slice through it shocked the group. The person who was most surprised by her outburst was Kotona herself. She'd never swore in her life, and rarely ever lost her temper. Tiffany didn't seemed at all effected by it, which only made Kotona even angrier. With a distressed huff, Kotona grabbed a couple boxes with cakes in them and marched around the building.
"Um...," the boy finally spoke, looking really awkward.
"Sorry about that," Aneeta said, relieving him of a couple boxes. "We usually don't have this much drama."
"That's usually what happens when you hang with a Stick," Kita whispered.
"O-okay...," he mumbled, letting the little girl take the other boxes.
"You can grab those pie containers if you want," Aneeta suggested. "Hey, you're that new kid in 2nd year right?"
"Y-yeah," he nodded. "Patrick Cunningham."
"Nice to meet you," Tiffany grinned, fluttering her eye lashes at him. "I'm Tiffany Lachwood."
"Take these," Kita ordered, dropping the boxes of cupcakes in her hands. "Go take those inside like a good girl." Tiffany made a face at her before strutting away. "You'll have to excuse her. She's a major flirt."
"I-I see that," Patrick said, piling pie containers in his arms.
"I'm Kita by the way," she grinned, grabbing packages of napkins and plates. "The girl who had that outburst is Kotona, and that's Aneeta."
"We can be an odd bunch," Aneeta giggled lightly.
"So you're not from here are yeah?" Kita asked, with a bright smile.
"No," he replied shaking his head. "I'm from Connecticut. That's in the States."
"That's cool. I hope you've liked it here so far."
"It's a bit of a rough switch in lifestyle," he shrugged, following them inside. "But I'm adjusting."
\NMM/
The car show was in full swing by the time Amaya arrived. She had to park down the street and walk back. As if I'm not tired enough, she thought, adjusting her braid. People were scattered down the isles of cars, as well as clustered around a group of five tables covered with desserts. That's where I go, she thought, walking over to the chaos.
"I didn't see your ticket m-miss," someone said from beside her. "I can't let you go any farther without a ticket."
"I'm with the cafe," she replied looking up at him, and boy did she regret it. Their eyes locked, and she felt she wouldn't be able to tear them away. Her pulse involuntarily picked up, and her breath got caught in her chest. Not again..., she managed to think among the haze that settle upon her mind.
"There you are Amaya!" Kita called excitedly running over to her. Amaya was now able to pull her eyes from the boy's and look down at the jumpy girl.
"That's Patrick." she grinned, pointing at the boy that stood beside her. "He saved Wesley's cupcakes from being smooshed." Amaya only nodded lightly.
"Excuse me," she said barely above a whisper before hurrying off to the dessert table. Not again, she told herself. I will not allow it to happen again.
"She's really distant," Kita told Patrick. "No worries. She barely looked at us either when we first met."
"Oh...," he replied in a soft voice, a slight blush on his face.
"I don't know why she's so uptight," Tiffany sighed, filing her nails.
"Maybe because she's protective of her brother," Aneeta suggested, handing a customer a slice of apple pie.
"He's a grown man," she scoffed. "He doesn't need his younger sister to protect."
"Well she wants to try at least," Aneeta said, putting her hands on her hips. "She's seen him hurt, and doesn't want to see him go through it again, so she's just peeved that you did all that flirting and pursuing to get him just to go throw it to the wind when someone knew comes along."
"I can't help it," Tiffany huffed, throwing her hands in the air. "It's not my fault so many guys catch my eye. Can you really blame me?"
"Yes," she replied bluntly. "Just be careful what you do. Kotona really loves her brother, and since she knows you, she'll probably do more than throw the b-word at you."
"B-word," Tiffany snorted. "You called it the B-word?"
"So," Aneeta shrugged. "What's wrong with that?"
"Have you never said it before?" she asked, getting up in her face. "Are you one of those goodie girls who doesn't swear?"
"My vocabulary is far to large to be using words such as those," Aneeta said, pulling at her ponytail.
"Goodie goodie," Tiffany snickered. "I don't care that Kotona called me a bitch. It's not the first time I've been called it, and it probably won't be the last."
"No fowl language on the job," Eliot shouted, causing them to jump.
"I've bet you used your fair share," Tiffany said, rolling her eyes.
"Not on the job no," he snapped. "Say it again, and I'll dock your pay." Tiffany made a face and a bad imitation of him before wandering away.
"I hate her," Kotona growled, coming out of no where. "Thanks for siding with me."
"No problem," Aneeta smiled. "Great, here comes another wave. Get the plates ready please." Kotona silently reached under the table to retrieve the package, but it was no longer there.
"There's no more left," she informed. "I'll go get some from the van."
"Alright, be careful," Aneeta nodded. Kotona hurried to the van still parked out in the front, not wanting to be alone for too long. She didn't like being alone lately and dreaded those long hours studying in her room. Being with the girls at the cafe was the best part of her day. She didn't like fighting with Tiffany though, but she was able to express emotion. Being part of the Mews has allowed her to express herself more, and not just sit by, do what she's told and let what happens happen. Becoming a Mew made her more alive.
"AAA!" MAL called from above the van.
"MAL!" Kotona gasped. "What are you doing here? Eliot told you not to come!"
"AA!" she screamed, pointing toward the van.
"Yeah, I gotta get more plates," she nodded, moving toward it. MAL grabbed onto her ponytail and yanked her back.
"OW!" Kotona gasped in surprise. "What was that for?"
"AA! AA! AAAAAA!!" she shouted, flailing her paws frantically.
"What are you saying?" Kotona sighed in frustration. "Man, I wish Eliot would give you a voice." MAL gave her a worried look, and turned her head toward the van.
"A!" she said, pointing at the idle vehicle. Kotona took a minute, trying to put the pieces together. As she did, a tiny cockroach Pet crawled around inside the hood of the van, combining itself to its wiring.
"Is there something wrong with the van?" Kotona guessed. MAL nodded her head in agreement.
"A!" she shouted again.
"But what does 'A' mean?" she sighed in frustration. "The last time I think you used that was when we were attacked-"
"MM! AA!" MAL shouted, nodding her head furiously. "AA!" Kotona's eyes widened in realization.
"That means-!" She was cut off by the sound of metal grinding on metal, and slamming against the pavement. Before her eyes the van tranformed into a giant robot.
"Oh, crap," Kotona gasped, her mouth dropping in shock. She was afraid to move too fast, so she hesitantly reached for her pendent.
"What the hell is that?" Patrick shouted form behind her. Oh no, she panicked silently. I can't transform when he's here...
"MM!" MAL gasped, looking at Patrick. She flew over to him, but he didn't notice. He was transfixed on what the robot did next. Its arm transformed into a cannon, and it fired a shot over the building. There was a giant explosion followed by a chorus of heart retching screams. Oh my God, Kotona panicked, fear pulling at her chest. It's involving citizens intentionally. It probably just killed someone! Holy crap!
While Kotona was frozen in shock, a million things were running through Patrick's head. Is this an uprising?, he asked himself. The creation destroying the creator? Or maybe the Decepticons made it to Earth first. Yeah, that's probably it. Or maybe it's a terrorist attack?
"MM!" A high pitched squeal rang in his ear, causing him to jump.
"What the-?" He stared up at a floating doll that wore the same clothing as the other caterers.
"MMM!" she grinned, holding out her paws in front of her, conjuring up a ball of silver light. Patrick stared in amazement as the little creature created a gold pendent with a pink heart on it.
"LL!" she chimed, holding it to him.
"I-I don't want that," he stammered, giving her a look. "That seems a bit too girl for me doesn't it?" Frustrated, the doll threw it at him, hitting him square in the forehead.
"OW!" he shouted, letting it fall to the ground. "Hey, what's the big ide-"
"AH!" Kotona screamed. Patrick whipped his head in her direction to see her just miss the robot's swinging hand.
"MM!" the doll shouted, kicking him in the back of the head. "M! A! MAL!"
"Stop it already," he pleaded, rubbing his head. "What am I suppose to do with it anyways?"
"Mew Mew Cotton Candy! MEWTAMORPHOSIS!" A blinding light pink light filled his line of vision, but the voice sounded like Kotona's.
"LL!" the little doll cried, motioning toward the center of the light. It faded slowly, and where Kotona once was, one of the members of Nagoya Mew Mew stood. He blinked slowly, and took a few seconds to put the pieces together.
"You want me to do THAT?" he asked, looking highly doubtful. The doll nodded her head furiously.
"But how?" he huffed, scratching his head. The doll was loosing her patience with him, and he braced himself for another act of violence, but she simply pointed at the pendent that lay on the ground.
"Get back!" Kotona shouted, whacking the robot with a weird looking stick.
"So what am I suppose to say?" he asked, picking up the pendent.
"MM," the doll replied, motioning to her chest. The sound of bullets being rapidly fired filled the air, scaring Patrick half to death. The robot had opened fired machine guns at Kotona, who was effortlessly dodging them.
"Why are there guns in a van?" Patrick gasped, hiding behind a bunch of bushes.
"LL!" MAL growled, puling up her sleeve threateningly.
"Alright, alright," he said, holding on tightly to the pendent.
"Mew Mew Avious! MEWTAMORPHOSIS!"
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"....Nothing's happening...," Patrick lifted an eyebrow at the doll. She rolled her eyes, and cupped her paws together as if she were holding something, and kissed it. Great...., he thought, looking around to make sure no one could see him.
He gave the pendant a quick, awkward kiss and was instantly bathed in silver light, his clothes melting away. He was no longer crouched behind bushes, but free falling from the sky. He was heading straight for the city below, and there was nothing that could slow him down. A dark cloud suddenly appeared a few dozen feet below him, but it was far too brown to be a normal cloud. It ended up being a bunch of feathers, and they scratched as his body as he fell through them. The scratches glowed, and stretched over his body creating a silvery-white jumpsuit, similar to a mechanics, with burgundy stripes down the sides, along with a pair of silver steel-toed boots, with burgundy laces. He suddenly felt himself come into contact with the source of the feathers, a giant red-tailed hawk. It squawked on impact, and took a sudden dive, then jerked from side to side until Patrick lost his grip. The bird spun, and its wing brushed against his face, lightening his hair to burgundy, and fading his eyes to grey. It wasn't until he was scary close to the city that he realized the extra pair of limbs he had grown. Taking control of them, he used the wings to slow himself down, and lift himself up, landing on the very tip of the towering building. His pendant appeared on a burgundy, fluffless chocker, and took his final pose with his arms crossed.
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"Make sure no one was hurt," Eliot ordered Licorice and Rose. The two of them nodded, and took off to the panicked people.
"It came from the front," Plum said, taking to the sky, while Icing, jumped up onto the roof. She didn't even reach the top when she caught sight of the robot.
"Holy crap!" Icing gasped. "It's the van!"
"What about it?" Eliot shouted up to her.
"The van has gone rogue," Plum shouted back before zooming over the building. There was a flash of pink when the robot was struck by Cotton Candy's attack. It stumbled a couple steps back, but looked as if it wasn't phased by the attack. Icing summoned her katana, and jumped off the building, landing on the ground with poise.
"ICING SHAT-" Before she could even attempt to attack, the robot turned its guns on her. She dropped to the ground, and rolled to the side, a trail of bullets bouncing off the pavement that she had just been on.
"Jingle-chuck!" Plum whipped her nun-chuck around and swung it at the robot, hitting it in the back of the head. It shook its head in annoyance and brought out its cannon again. Icing, barely got back onto her feet again when she was knocked to the side, and landed about 20 feet away from where she had been. A loud explosion filled her ears and something heavy landed on top of her.
"A-are you o-okay?" a familiar voice stammered above her. She opened her eyes, and was surprised to see a boy with Mew-like qualities staring down at her.
"P-Patrick?" she asked, not sure if she got the name right. Her head spun not only in the Mew confusion, but also because of how close their faces where.
"There's a boy Mew?" Licorice gasped, popping out of no where. "No way!"
"MM!" MAL cheered, appearing over her shoulder.
"You can get off of her now," Licorice giggled. Blushing, Patrick scrambled to his feet, and Icing calmly stood up, picking her sword back up. MAL snickered behind Licorice.
"So what's your Mew name?" she asked.
"Um...A-Avious I guess," he shrugged, scratching his head uncertainly.
"Well time for you initiation," she grinned widely. "You have to take out that robot!"
"B-by myself?" he shouted in disbelief. "I-I can't do that!"
"You just have to summon a weapon," Licorice explained.
"ROSE AMPLIFIED SOUND SHOCK!" A pair of fluffy pink headphones appeared on their heads just in time to block out an eerie screech that was sent through the air. The robot jolted, a few sparks flying from its limbs, but it stood firm, changing its arm into a sword, and bringing it down on Cotton Candy. She brought her rod up in time to intercept it.
"Stop standing around!" Plum shouted down at them, after the headphones disappeared again. "We gotta stop it!"
"Maybe we could cut some wires!" Licorice suggested. "Like under the front of the car."
"That's actually not a bad idea," Avious nodded, coming up with an idea. "You guys think you can pop open the hood? It's his chest."
"Of course we can," Icing replied, dashing at the robot without hesitation. The robot pointed its canon at her and she waited until it fired before she jumped, stepped down on the missile for more leverage, and pushed herself up higher, before it exploded on the pavement below.
"She's amazing," Avious gasped, watching her take the robot by surprise.
"Of course she is," Licorice grinned. Icing drove her katana into its chest and flung herself over its shoulder, bending the sword so it popped the hood off, revealing the engine and other essential parts. With the robot distracted, Cotton Candy managed to push forward and release herself from the struggle.
"Tornado Chakrams!" Avious held out his hands, and a pair of reddish-brown chakrams with silver blades appeared. Grabbing hold of them, he pushed off into the air.
"LICORICE RIBBON PAINT BLAST!" Licorice pointed her paint brush at the robot, bathing him in a rainbow blast as a distraction. Just as he planned, the robot turned its arms into guns again, and held them in two different directions.
"AVIOUS...!" A strong wind surrounded him, filling him with power. "HURICANE...!" He let his chakrams go, but the wind held them in place, spinning them rapidly. "...STRIKE!" He flung his hands out, sending the chakrams whirling at the robot's exposed chest. They cut through its tubing, and wiring, and more importantly, they sliced the cockroach in half. The robot folded in on itself, returning to its former state, but the damage was obvious. It was beaten and dented, and one of the doors fell off.
"Holy crap," Rose groaned, falling to her knees. "I can't believe how much damage it caused. The driveway leading up to the car shop was completely destroyed, the open lot where the cars were had a crater in it, with several damaged cars toppled over, and filled with panicked citizens.
"The police will be here any minute," Eliot said, hurrying over to them. "Power down, and sneak into the back, and make it look like you were there when the missile hit."
"We don't really need pretend," Kotona groaned. She was back to normal, but held many scratches, and her face was smeared with grease.
"We have a new Mew," Kita smiled, pointing at Patrick. "But why is it a boy?"
"We'll discuss it later," he said urgently. "Now get going."
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It was about 8:00 when they were finally able to leave. The police interviewed every single person, and had to interrogate Eliot extensively because he was the owner of the van that caused the damage. Quite a few people were injured, but no one was killed. The damage done to the cars must've been ridiculously large, and Kotona wondered who would pay for it all. Or the car shop for that matter. The building was only mildly damaged, a broken window or two, but it was the driveway that was demolished. The girls sat in a line on the curb beside the road, waiting for their boss to be released.
"MM," MAL cooed, rubbing against Kotona's arm.
"It's okay," she smiled sweetly. "I'm alright."
"I thought they used those things they call Pets," Tiffany huffed, shaking her hair form her ponytail.
"He used dead people before," Aneeta reminded. "Maybe Maken learned to control electronics."
"There was a bug." The girls looked up and saw Patrick standing there with his hands deep in his pockets. "There was a weird looking bug under the hood. The chakrams chopped it in half."
"How would you know?" Kita asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"I took it before the police saw it," he replied, holding out two halves of the creature out in front of him.
"EW!" Tiffany shrieked, jumping from the sidewalk. "Keep that thing away!"
"Maybe we can take that back to the cafe and let Wesley have a look at it," Amaya suggested, staring blankly ahead.
"That's exactly what we're going to do with it." Eliot came up to them, a small bag open in his hand. "Put it in." Patrick didn't hesitate to hand it over.
"So what's going on?" Aneeta asked, getting to her feet.
"We aren't being suspected of anything if that's what you're worried about," he replied bluntly, tieing the bag. "All the police know is that another inexplainable attack has occurred and Nagoya Mew Mew took care of it."
"They're taking Ginger though aren't they," Kita pouted.
"Ginger?" Tiffany asked, raising an eyebrow. "You named the van?"
"Of course," she sighed. " I can't believe they're taking her away."
"It's just until the police are done with the investigation," Aneeta smiled, patting her shoulder. "Then when we get it back, perhaps Patrick can fix her back up."
"Uh-well," he stammered staring down at the ground.
"So what's up with the male Mew?" Kotona asked. "Aren't all Mews girls?"
"So far they have," Eliot nodded, "but I guess there can be exceptions."
"Does that mean he gets to wear the dress uniform?" Kita gasped, clapping her hands excitedly.
"Uh, what?" Patrick asked, staring at them in fear.
"I'll have Wesley get him something, thought it would be amusing to see him in a dress," he snickered.
"Now we have 6 mews!" Kita cheered. "How many more do we have to find?"
"Half way there," Eliot replied quietly, taking off down the street.
"H-hey!" Tiffany called after him. "How are we suppose to get home?"
"You can walk can't you?" he shouted back, not turning around. "Come on MAL." The little mew was hesitant, but she flew off after her creator.
"I'll walk you home," Aneeta said to Kita. "I've done it many times over."
"I'll come with you," Kotona smiled.
"I wanna go see Shieru, so I guess I-"
"You will not!" Kotona snapped. Her fists shook in anger.
"I'll give you a ride," Amaya said, placing a hand on Tiffany's shoulder.
"You have a car?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow in curiosity.
"It's just down the street," she nodded. "Night everyone." The two older mews made their way down the street with small waves as parting gestures.
"How are you getting home?" Aneeta asked, turning her attention to Patrick.
"My dad'll give me a ride," he answered. "I'll be fine."
"Take care," Kita grinned, giving him a salute. "Tomorrow you start your new job."
"J-job?" he stuttered, blinking a few times.
"Of course, you are now a part of the Cafe Mew Chi Lou staff," Kotona nodded excitedly. "That's what the uniform was for."
"But I just started the job at the car shop," he huffed. "How can I handle two?"
"Well, I don't think the shop will open until repairs are made," Aneeta shrugged. "Besides, you get a schedule that works around you."
"We better get going before my parents get worried," Kita spoke up, nudging Aneeta and Kotona down the street. "See ya later Patrick!" The boy mew gave them a small wave before crossing the street.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, or Harry Potter
Preview of Chapter 13:
(Currently Untitled)
*Girls fold arms and stare at Patrick*
Patrick - P-Please stop that....
Kita - This has been an all girl room so far.
Tiffany - Who cares!
*Tiffany tries to hug Patrick, but Kotona and Kita hold her back*
Aneeta - I wonder if there will be any more boy Mews.
Kotona - Eliot did say we were half way there.
Kita - Why would he need so many Mews anyways?
Tiffany - Maybe there's something he's not telling us?
Kita - Let's go interrogate him!
*Girls run out of room, leaving Patrick to sit there uncomfortably*
*Amaya walks in*
Amaya - Where are the others?
Patrick - Th-they went to find Eliot.
*Amaya leaves without glancing at him*
Patrick - ...She hates me....
\AN/
I got the basketball idea from my school's traditional annual basketball game. :)
It was hard writing Patrick's transformation, because it had to be non-feminine.
Hope you liked it. Please R&R.
Also, I'll be adding a picture of the 6 mews on my dA account. There will be a specific link soon, but you can get to it via my Homepage at the top of the screen. Hope you check it out.