Simple-Magic:
Before I start, I'd like to dedicate this Sequel to cruelfeline You're on fire and You rock. Thank you for your fantasmic review. I must agree fully that the English language is dwindling… sadly enough the statement 'It is better for one to perish than a whole nation to dwindle in unbelief' comes to mind and I find it difficult to withhold the bullets in the lovely pp7 I keep in my computer's wicked depths…. Moving on…
ANNOUNCEMENT: On the Kisshu Subject. I understand that many of you have a natural affinity for Kisshu…however…If I say anything on the matter then my story will not be adventurous or fun so bear the pain and read.
This story belongs to it's respective owner, I am simply borrowing it for something to amuse myself and others.
Tokyo Mew Mew belongs to: Reiko Ishida (sp?)
And welcome to the wonderful Premiere of—
Vengeance
Chapter 1
All was good in the garish town of Tokyo, the busy sounds of traffic and the rings of occasional bike bells rang through the streets as an all too familiar girl with blonde hair bounced down the street. On her way to meet some familiar friend off in the distance…who, standing next to a young man with blonde hair, awaited her presence eagerly.
"Purin!" She announced, tapping her foot as she placed her hands on her hips. "I can't believe you're late! This is really important!"
"I'm sorry Ichigo," she complained, dusting off her pants as she stood tall, "I couldn't help it." For a moment the two girls looked at one another…and then simply began to laugh.
Confused and rather irritated, Ryou leaned against the wall, his hands shoved nonchalantly into his corduroy pockets, his messy blonde hair hid his eyes from the usual rays of the sun.
"All right girls…inside. I don't pay you for sitting around you know."
Ichigo turned to him and gave him a brilliant smile, "All right Ryou." She pressed on the door and then paused…working here for almost two years now, you'd think she'd realize what a 'pull' sign meant… She laughed nervously, then she pulled it open and stepped inside. "Woah! Retasu!" she shouted, running forward to catch the plates as they fell. This was becoming a rare occurance, Retasu was becoming a wonderful waitress…but no one was perfect, no matter how hard they tried.
"Ichigo, calm down…why is everybody so flustered? It's only Nine o'clock in the morning."
"Didn't you hear Minto?"
She raised her eyes to her bouncy friend…who seemed more and more like a feline everyday… "Hear about what?"
"The big festival's today! We get paid time and a half and then we get to go have some fun!" she shouted, her eyes glittered as she shot Ryou a sidelong glance.
"Well, that's nice. Has anyone seen Zakuro?"
The question calmed the room instantly…she glanced around and then daintily said, "all right then…I guess no one has."
It took a moment, but only a moment, before everyone began their ever annoying chatter. Minto stood and lazily swept her way toward the kitchen to check on a Blueberry tart for one of the customers…since it was a festival day, they opened earlier than usual and they would close early. It never really occurred to her why the Mew Mews hadn't broken up yet…or why she hadn't returned to normal…it had just become part of every day life.
'Ding' the door opened slowly and a black boot calmly pressed down on the hard marble floor—followed by the other foot, showing off a revealingly short skirt and a spaghetti strap shirt. Her hair was a bit longer than usual, she usually kept it at a perfect length, but lately she'd let herself go a bit…well…wild. She ran a hand through her indigo hair and said quietly, "I'm taking the day off…remember?"
Ryou glanced over at her, the chaos of the room started a headache in the inner most chambers of his mind. He nodded slightly and then called after her, "Hey, Zakuro, you'll be in tomorrow right?"
She nodded, then she looked around at everybody…she looked at her feet and then up at everyone and gave a small smile. They weren't quite common yet, but it was a change people were slightly getting used to. A smile of happiness, not simply a smile for good looks or a photo shoot. It was apparent that Zakuro had changed…even if it was just a little bit.
She pushed the door open and stepped outside, slipping her hand into Masaya's and interlacing her fingers with his as they walked down the pathway. She blushed slightly and looked away, It was still an awkward thought, her and Masaya…but…she liked it.
Retasu sighed, glancing over at Ichigo… "Ichigo?"
She turned, a smile still brightly lit on her face, "Yeah?"
"Is it all right?"
"Is what all right?"
"You know…Zakuro and…well…Masa…"
"Oh don't be silly Retasu!" she chimed, turning on her foot and looking over at Ryou. "It's okay, people break up all the time." Though, there was truth to her words…she did feel a pang of jealousy each time she saw them together…but for the most part, she was just content to be around Ryou.
"Ichigo?"
She started, her eyes met Retasu's eyes and she laughed, "Don't worry Retasu…I'm just fine!"
"Alright if you say so…"
"Yup!"
"ICHIGO!" several voices joined in at once…followed by a similar crash from before…
"…S…Sorry!" she called out, and then joined in as they laughed…
All though sunny and bright, the clown bunch played in their little dress-up café of malicious putrescence—a form of slightly different happiness was displayed in the darkest corner of the old Aida mansion. In the hands of a familiar being, there lay a small orb. The orb moved, flowed from one side to the other as he gently tried to wake it. A quiet hum from a generator in the corner slowly cut out as the small orb began to beat. Pulsing as if it contained a heart, the orb began to glow a light ephemeral green.
"That's what we want…" he said stiffly… "You're growing up just fine…" He placed the small egg into a small carton and then laid the carton on top of the other cartons in a warm cupboard. His hands fumbled with the lock, slipping from the residue from the amniotic-like film surrounding each of the eggs. "Rest… the time will soon come when I will need you…"
His footsteps carried him out toward the front door. His eyes caught sight of a small glowing ball on a desk. His hand passed over it and two figures appeared inside the ball. His eyes narrowed and he touched the glass ball with his fingers…then he picked it up and held it in both hands, staring at it. Perhaps he was trying to reach them with his hate filled stare. Or perhaps, he was trying to decipher if they were really holding hands. Whatever the case, it resulted in him throwing the glass ball across the room. He expected to see it shatter…but it did not. His eyes—no, black pits would be more of a description of what he had now—moved up to the woman with short blonde hair and pointed ears like his own. Her eyes were emerald colored and her lips a light pink. She wiped some slime off of her cheek and her scantily clad body shone with an awkward luminescent sheen. The marks on her body, the tattoos stated her rank and official duty…
"The eggs weren't supposed to hatch…until a later date…"
"—And yet you activated my heart…interesting." She said softly; walking dizzily, she lay the ball down on the soft red cushion. "Tell Me Lord Pai…What are we to do today?" She sauntered over to the couch and hugged her knees, watching him skeptically.
"Today we plan…Tonight we strike…Tomorrow…we reveal." His laughter began quiet…but became voluminous. He need not walk, but he wanted to…he had to get used to his more human form. His hair was slightly shorter, still in a ponytail and silver as ever. His eyes (as previously stated) had lost all sense of thought what so ever…a slave to the darkness…just as this young woman was to him. He wore schoolboy clothes and his feet actually moved by lifting and pressing down on the hard floor. It was a despicable feeling, but he had to start somewhere.
"Serori…" he said softly, turning toward her.
She raised her head elegantly, turning her jeweled eyes toward him, "Yes my lord?"
"Accompany me up stairs…I have something to discuss with you…" he started up the stairs slowly, scanning for any traces of female clothing nearby…perhaps he could use her as more than just an assistant.
"Yes My Lord…"
"Oh…and leave Kisshu's memento there."
She nodded slightly, "Yes Lord…I will do that." She placed a small object which she'd been holding, down upon the couch. She then lifted herself gingerly and followed him up the stairs, like a lamb, learning to stand on it's own for the first time. "My Liege?" She asked quietly.
"…" he pushed the door open and showed her the room. "You will stay here."
"Will I meet her?"
His black holes turned and met her gaze… "Who?"
"That woman in the glass…"
He turned away… "Oh you'll meet her…" he spat maliciously… "And what a beautiful moment that will be…"
Simple Magic:
All right, so yes, a new character enters the fray!They couldn't all be normal, now could they? How am I supposed to shape clay with someone else's work? Don't worry I'll keep these characters either likeable...or hateable... Serori is not "Seh-Ro-Rie" or anything, It's actually Celery. But you say it "Serori" ne? Got that? Alright, here's a picture of what she looks like. I was too lazy to make it myself and She fit it just perfectly, so...deal with it!
ARGH it's not working... so if you want to see it, then message me. She's very pretty by the way : P
Let's get some reviews in here, so I can get writing! However...it's rather late, So...I'll be off to bed! merry Missmas! I'll see you all later! Till then!
Pai: (waves)
Serori: (waves)
Kisshu:...
Ichigo: O.O WHERE'S KISSHU?
Simple-Magic:Oh! You'll see. I'll explain it all later!
Minto: MEMENTO? WHAAAT?
Simple-Magic: Oh, yes...I forgot about that...Oh dear...
Serori: Looks like he's dead.
Pai: How horrible...
Zakuro: What a pity...
Masaya: Oh no! I sure hope not! I'm afraid that would make Ichigo so desperately depressed!
Ichigo: What? Since when?
Everyone: Well? What happened to him?
Simple Magic: O.o you'll just have to read and find out...now won't you?