AN: First-off, ignore the Preview from the last chapter. Totally didn't follow it. I realized what I was thinking of writing wasn't going to work, so I went another direction.

Second, from this chapter to chapter 21, they are gonna be personalized chapters, concentrating around one character per chapter. Really trying to work on owners of the current mews contact me to let me know what they would like me to touch on for their character's chapter.

Chapter 15

These Are My Mewfessions

"Do you have a plan?" Cotton Candy asked, struggling to keep up with the others' fast pace.

"Well, Wesley didn't tell us much," Plum replied, evading a couple birds. "So I say we just hurry in and try to contain the situation."

"How are we supposed to reach that?" Licorice shouted, pointing to the tall building that rose before them.

"Like this," Icing took Licorice's hand as they jumped the gap between buildings, and moved her other hand under her feet. "Jump." Licorice complied, pushing off of the other Mew's arm as she used her strength to launch her even farther. Licorice loved the sensation of soaring through the air, feeling the wind brush her face. Her enjoyment was short-lived, however, when she saw her collision course.

"Patrick!" she screamed, trying to change her direction. Avious looked down at the sound of his name, but wasn't prepared for the little Mew to collide with his stomach.

"Ah!" he grunted, trying to keep his wings steady. Licorice desperately grabbed onto his suit, not wanting to fall.

"Don't drop me!" she cried, fearing for her life.

"I-I got you," he stammered, holding onto her arms. "How'd you jump so high?"

"Amaya threw me," she replied, with a little hysteria. Avious looked over his shoulder, and saw that Icing was now being carried by Plum, who was struggling a bit.

"It's the 9th floor right?" Cotton Candy asked, ascending.

"Yup," Plum nodded, trying best not to lose grip on the older Mew.

"Just through me at the window," Icing instructed.

"Me too! Me too!" Licorice shouted, now quite excited.

"A-are you sure?" Avious questioned, feeling unsure himself.

"Yeah!" she grinned up at him. "I always wanted to try this!"

"On the count of three," Plum announced. "One.." Icing was already swinging toward the window, where they could see a chaotic scene with tiny dolls flying around. "Two..." Licorice was swinging with Avious' help, trying to stay in sync with Icing. "Three!" The winged Mews released their kin, sending them flying into the glass feet first. The events happening inside were momentarily halted as the sound of the shattering glass filled the air and the two girls in strange costumes sailed onto the floor, landing gracefully.

"It's those fashionable animal girls from the news!" a man shouted in excitement from under a desk. When the others flew in he quickly added, "and boy."

"I'll just blast them all away," Cotton Candy announced, summoning her Cottoncandy Rod.

"No," Icing warned. "You'll hurt the civilians." Cotton Candy's face fell as her idea was shot down. The marionettes then swarmed them, causing them to disperse.

"Tornado Chakrams!" Avious summoned his duo weapons, and threw them at a marionette, cutting it in half. That however didn't stop it. The two halves moved as two separate beings, and threw themselves at him.

"Help!" Licorice shouted desperately. She was only in the fray for a few seconds, and already 2 marionettes had her trapped, tied up by her own bangs. Icing quickly came to her rescue, slicing the arms off of the dolls. This didn't phase them at all, and the limbs began to slap her in the face. Icing screamed and flailed her sabre around wildly.

"Watch the hair, watch the hair!" Licorice cried, diving out of the way.

"How do we stop these things?" Plum shouted, roping up a couple with her nunchuck. They struggled against her hold, but couldn't break free. Icing managed to slice an arm free of it's string and it fell to the floor lifelessly.

"Cut them free of the strings!" she shouted, taking care of the other arms that attacked her. The other Mews complied, and the marionettes dropped like flies around them. Just as they were feeling a sense of relief, a deafening scream pierced through the air. Licorice cut a few more dolls down with a pair of scissors she had picked up, and hurried toward the person, freezing when she saw what happened. Cotton Candy was hovering over Greg, who was holding his bloody, balled-up shirt against the chest of a limp body that looked like Tiffany.

"Oh my god..." Plum gasped, her stomach becoming upset at the sight of all the bloody. "I-is she..."

"No, she's still breathing," Greg replied, looking distraught, "but we have to get her to a hospital." The Mew's looked at each other, and then to Plum, who was now throwing up in the nearest garbage can.

"Alright, Avious, you're the strongest and fasted. You take her to the hospital," Icing ordered, taking charge

"W-what?" Avious stammered, blinking in surprise.

"You have to hurry," Greg grunted, carefully picking her up and putting her in his arms.

"But w-what do I tell them happened?" he asked, feeling a bit uneasy about holding her.

"The truth!" Cotton Candy shouted hysterically. "There was another alien attack and she got stabbed! Now hurry!" Avious nearly dropped Tiffany when she yelled at him, but he hurried to the window and took off. The Mew and Greg stood in silence, unsure of what do with themselves. All around them the workers of the floor slowly came out of their hiding spots, looking warily at the fallen marionettes.

"You think she'll be okay?" Greg wondered, still unaware of their true identities.

"Yes...," Licorice sniffed. "She has to be." They stood for a few more moments in awkward silence, looking around at the destroyed floor. What made it even more awkward was when they realized all the workers were staring at them.

\NMM/

Amaya hated the hospital. The beeping of the machines, the smell of cleansers, and nurses running back and forth brought back horrible memories. But there she sat, along with the other Mew and Greg, in the waiting room while Tiffany was in surgery.

"You guys got here pretty fast," Greg said, not sounding suspicious.

"Well she called us," Kotona said, earning a warning nudge from Aneeta.

"Oh, she called you guy," he nodded, staring blankly at the floor. Not many word were shared as they waited impatiently for a doctor to give them some news. Patrick stood, leaning against the pop machine, Greg and Kita were pacing around the room, and Aneeta and Kotona sat with Amaya, who was trying to keep a calm exterior. They had called the cafe to tell Wesley, and he was shocked at what happened. He said that he wished he could be here with us, but he and Eliot were just barely keeping the cafe going without them. Aneeta had said she would come back to help, but Wesley told her not to worry and send Tiffany his love along with MAL's. Kotona had called her brother, and he came rushing in about a half hour later.

"How is she?" he demanded, breathing heavily as if he had ran the whole way there.

"She's still in surgery," Kotona replied, motioning for him to sit down. "We haven't heard anything yet."

"I hope she'll be okay," he sighed, his face exhausted with worry.

"And who are you?" Greg asked, folding his arms.

"Shieru, her boyfriend. And you?" he answered, making a face at him.

"Greg, a guy she's been seeing," he countered, standing up. "If you were really her boyfriend she would have mentioned you, and I doubt she would chase after me like she does." Shieru narrowed his eyes at him. "Has she even ever called you her boyfriend?"

"Of course!" Shieru snapped, but from the look on his face he didn't look all that confident.

"Guys, now's not the time for this," Kita said, stepping in between them. The two of them ignored her, and glared at each other over her head.

"Tell me, how much time has she spent with you lately?" Greg asked, putting his hands pockets. "Did she even tell you about starting her business meeting today? How she was-"

"Don't you dare suggest she's losing interest in me," Shieru shouted, his fists balling up.

"Well, ho much time has she spent with you?" he repeated, "because when she isn't working I've been hanging out with her."

"Hey." Amaya now jumped in between, holding Shieru back as he was about to swing a punch at him. "Both of you need to quit it. This is not the time or place." Kotona hopped up, and pulled on Shieru's arm.

"Come on," she whispered to him. "We'll go sit over here. Just ignore him." Shieru hesitated, continuing to glare at Greg, who returned it, but looked calmer. He then sighed, and followed his little sister to the other side of the room.

"Who does that guy think he is?" Greg demanded, sitting down.

"Well, she's been seeing him for awhile," Aneeta explained, not sure what else to say.

"Well she must not be all that interested anymore," he said, leaning his head in his hand. "She practically throws herself at me."

"She did that to Shieru too," she said, combing her fingers through her hair anxiously. Greg had his jaw clenched, and stared at the wall with a serious look on his face.

"Hes lying right?" Shieru asked Kotona when they sat down. "He's lying about Tiffany spending time with him right?" Kotona couldn't meet his eyes. She felt guilty not saying anything to him sooner. She hated seeing him hurt, especially since she was closest to him, and it was because of that bond that she should have kept warning him about Tiffany. Shieru sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"She has called me less and less...," he admitted quietly. "And she didn't tell me about the meeting...he was there wasn't he? He was there when she was attacked."

"...yes," Kotona nodded, staring at the floor. The room was filled with awkward silence, the two boys whose hearts she'd stolen barely moving while the group waited.

The silence was broken when the doors finally swung open, causing them all to jump in surprise. A woman dressed in a nice white blouse, purple skirt, with a matching scarf and a silver purse came into the room looking around anxiously.

"Mrs. Lachwood," Greg stood up and greeted the woman.

"That's Tiffany's mom?" Kita whispered to Aneeta. "I see where she gets her fashion sense from."

"Oh Greg, how is she?" the woman asked, looking at him expectantly.

"He met her mom too...," Shieru sighed, closing his eyes, not even sure if he wanted to be here anymore.

"I don't know," Greg admitted. "She's still in surg-" The other set of doors cut him off, a doctor now entering the room.

"Are there any relatives to Tiffany?" he asked, looking between them all.

"Yes!" Mrs. Lachwood replied, hurrying over to him. "Please tell me she's alright."

"The surgery was a success," the doctor smiled. "She's being moved to another room-"

"A private one I hope!" Mrs. Lachwood interrupted. "I expect nothing less for my Little Princess."

"Yes," the doctor nodded. "She-"

"What about other accommodations?" she demanded. "Tell me! I need to make sure she has the best you have to offer."

"Um, you can come with me then," the doctor said, wanting to put her at ease. "Please, this way."

"Thank you," she said, walking with him through the doors he came from. The Mews, along with Sheiru and Greg just sat there, watching them leave.

"Now what?" Kita asked, standing by Aneeta.

"We wait until we're allowed to see her," Aneeta replied, shifting in her seat.

\NMM/

Tiffany lay in her bed comfortably, thanks to all the demands her mother made. She had extra pillows, soft blankets and a TV playing in the background. It was awkward to move her arms, but she did so anyways. Nothing was going to keep her from sketching out new designs that had come to mind. The Mews had come in to talk with her a little while ago, the police after them and her mom before them. She didn't have to lie, but she did get over-dramatic. How could she not? Her life almost ended and she was going through post-traumatic stress. She told them exactly what happened. She went to the building to show off her designs to Jamie, when they came flying out being worn by possess marionettes, and she was stabbed in the chest. She of course left out trying to turn into a Mew when talking to the police.

She was sitting by herself now, listening to Katy Perry and sketching out a new dress idea. She was inf act sketching out dresses for all the Mews. She was also sketching them to match each Mews personality. She was so used to drawing just high fashion designs, that she decided to challenge herself. She was gonna also make them match their colours too, but she didn't want to cut corners. That's how she was getting through this. By making her creative juices flow. She was gonna get through this madness. She was.

She was surprised that neither Sheiru nor Greg came to see her. She was sure they cared about her enough to come see her. Greg was even there when she was stabbed. She didn't dwell too much on it though. She was more interested in the male nurse that tended to her. First guy in awhile she didn't have to chase after. He was drooling all over her, and treating her very well. No doubt he'd be asking her out once she was released from the hospital. She was gonna have to drop the other two also. She felt kind of bad about it. They were both nice guys, but she was getting bored. That's what always happened. She could never keep a guy for long, but she didn't mind. It kept life more interesting.

There was a light knock at the door, and her mom stepped in with a warm smile on her face. She came in with another bouquet of flowers, which she set next to the others.

"Another one from Daddy?" Tiffany asked with a pout.

"Yes," her mother nodded, sitting on the edge of her bed. "He says he's very sorry, but he'll come as soon as he can."

"I know," she smiled, turning over her sketch pad to show her what she was working on. "You like?"

"Hmm," her mother looked over it with a curious eye. "I don't know how you do it Tiffany, but you are one amazing designer. I mean, just look at the attention to detail, and the originality."

"Thank you," Tiffany giggled, placing it on her lap.

"I know I don't say it enough, but I'm very proud of you," her mother smiled, stroking her daughter's hair out of her face, "and your father is too."

"I know you are," Tiffany nodded. "I accomplish so much, how can I not make my parents proud?" Her mother just smiled at her.

"I don't just mean your designing," she said, patting her arm. "I mean, you manage to balance it with school, and work, and your friends and boyfriend. It's a lot for a girl your age."

"Don't forget all the fighting," Tiffany added with a huff.

"Fighting?" her mother repeated, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

"...fighting bad hair," she made up quickly with a big grin. "Don't worry mom, it's nothing I can't handle. I enjoy doing it all."

"I understand, but do you ever consider, you know, taking a break?" her mother asked, looking hopeful.

"Well of course a break would be nice, but I'm so close to my big debut in the purse doll fashion world," Tiffany grinned, tapping her fingers excitedly. "Once I get my MAL line out, I wouldn't mind a break. You talking a vacation?"

"Yes," she nodded, looking a little disappointed. "I was actually thinking of the three of us going away for a week after you are released from the hospital. I mean, you should take all the rest you can get. I would actually like to spend more time with you."

"We spend lots of time together," she said, waving her hand dismissively.

"Not really," she sighed, flicking her bangs out of her eyes. "I only see you in the morning for breakfast. You have school, the cafe, and your blooming career. When you are at home you are locked up in your room. I miss seeing you." Tiffany frowned. She had been neglecting her mother lately. She'd been so busy with becoming a Mew, and meeting Jamie, and running her normal life that she had been neglecting her own mother. And with her father spending most of his time at work, he was barely at home with her too. She was leaving her mother completely alone at home! How horrible!

"Okay mom," she nodded, taking her hand in hers. "I'll take the week off, and I'll spend every moment with you. I'll also make sure to set aside special everyday for you." Her mom smiled, and squeezed her hand.

"That will make me very happy," she sighed, "and your father said he can take the week off as well. He' overdue for a vacation."

"Great," she giggled. "It'll be nice having us all together."

"You can bring your boyfriend too," her mother suggested. "Are you still dating Shieru? Or are you seeing Greg now?" Tiffany huffed, looking up at the ceiling.

"Can we just go as us family?" she asked. "I mean, I guess I'm technically still seeing Sheiru, and Greg is really great, but I don't want either of them anymore." Her mom was the only person she could admit these things to. Sure she had her group of girl friends that she talked to about almost everything dealing with guys, but she felt her mom was the only one who didn't judge her for her decisions.

"I understand dear," she smiled, patting her shoulder. "I would like you to try for a long-distance relationship sometime soon though. You meet a lot of wonderful boys, and quite a few I can see as a future son-in-law." She grinned teasingly.

"Oh mom," she groaned, shifting her position. "I'm only 17, and I'm focusing on a proper career. Plus you know how bored I get of boys."

"Yes, yes I do," she nodded, "but you have been seeing Sheiru for a lot longer than any other boy you have dated. Maybe the next one will be longer?"

"Nah, the only reason I held out so long was because he's the brother of Kotona, one of the girls I work with," Tiffany explained, "but it's gotta end. I need a new handsome face to follow me around." Her mom just nodded understandingly.

"How about we get you some food okay?" she suggested, reaching for the phone.

"Sounds great," Tiffany agreed. "I'm starving."

\NMM/

A week went by slowly, but things went on normally outside the walls of Tiffany's hospital room. The Mews ran the cafe and battled more bad guys. Her girl group still chased after boys and brought her notes for school, and the sun rose and set, ever so slowly. She was so bored. Sure she sketched, but there was only so much sketching someone could do. She wanted to get out of her unfashionable gown and slip on her stiletto pumps. She wanted to strut the streets, making heads turn. She needed to get out!

The visits were nice. The Mew cycled with Wesley and MAL to come see her. Each day at least one of them popped in to see how she was doing. Her gal pals were up every single day, delivering her the daily gossip, homework she didn't plan on ever finishing, helping her keep her hair in check, and making sure she had a proper stash of fashion magazines. Her mom was practically always at her side, and her dad came and visited every couple days. Right now, however, she was alone, and she couldn't take it anymore. She got up out of bed, carefully, because she didn't want to pull her stitches and cause scarring, slipped on her slippers and went out into the hall for a walk.

It was late evening, and there was barely any movement on her floor. It was a floor of fancy private rooms for those who could afford it. She was glad she was given a gown that wasn't open in the back. She walked a moderate pace around the floor, humming songs to herself. Visiting hours were over, so there were no extra voices travelling down the hall. Shieru and Greg still hadn't come to see her. She was gonna break it off with both of them when they did show up, but if they didn't, she was just gonna have to settle with sending them a text. She didn't want to. She wanted to show she had more respect than that, but they were leaving her no choice.

The elevator sounded, and the doors opened onto the floor. She fluffed her hair, hoping it was the cute guy nurse, but to her surprise it was Shieru, with a bouquet of pink roses. He was surprised to see her in the hallway too, and looked caught off guard.

"H-hi," he said, clearing his throat.

"Hey," she grinned, turning on her charm. "It's about time you came to see me."

"Sorry...," he hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I brought you these. Hoping you'll forgive me."

"Apology accepted," she nodded, taking the flowers happily, and breathing in their beautiful scent. "My rooms down this way." She walked back the way she came, Shieru followed behind her, not saying anything. Tiffany took the flowers she received from her dad out of the vase she already had and replaced them with Shieru's.

"So-," she began, arranging the flowers, but Shieru cut her off.

"Is there something between you and Greg?" he asked, jumping right to the point. Tiffany looked at him surprise. When she did see more than one guy at once, she was really good at making sure they never crossed paths, but her incident was their crossing point.

"I thought there was something blooming," Tiffany admitted with a sigh, "but no. He's too 'me, me, me'."

"...and us?" he hesitated, but looked her straight in the eye. Tiffany huffed, pulling her hair behind her ears.

"Yeah...I'm sorry but I think-" again she was interrupted, and she didn't like it.

"Don't use a line," he said firmly. "Just tell me straight up."

"Fine, I lost interest in you," she snapped, putting her hands on her hips. She never lost her cool when breaking up with someone, but she supposed there was a first for everything. "I'm not saying this next stuff as a 'line'," she made air quotes as she spoke, "but you are a cool, and I would like to stay acquaintances with you."

"Acquaintances?" he repeated, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "Like I wouldn't really go out of my way to meet up with you, but be fine to talk with you when I did happen to see you." Shieru just shook his head. Thinking what she was gonna say through wasn't her forte.

"Alright then," he nodded. "I'm glad you're okay though."

"It'll take more than some aliens to take me down," she grinned, radiating overconfidence.

"Goodbye Tiffany," he said, leaving abruptly. Tiffany blinked in surprise and hurried to her door to watch him leave.

"Bye...," she said, a little too quietly, unsure if he actually heard her. The elevator arrived, and to her surprise, Shieru took one last look in her direction with a half smile before getting into the elevator. That was easier than I thought, Tiffany thought, going back to her bed. She picked up her phone, ready to text Greg and tell him that she wasn't into him, but he actually beat her to it.

"I don't think it's gonna work out between us. Get well soon."

Tiffany's eye twitched as she read over again. Just down the hall a nurse dropped her coffee scream came from down the hall.

"NO ONE BREAKS UP WITH ME BEFORE I DO!"

\NMM/

AN: Yeah, I'm not gonna do chapter previews for a little while, but I will post the name of the next chapter.

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Chapter 16

The Mew Come Out...Tomorrow