A/N I decided I wanted to try a theme challenge after reading sakuuya's 100 Morbid Themes in October (I have yet to review those, but I'll get around to it eventually!). I suppose this isn't technically a challenge, since I just put my mp3 player on shuffle and used the first 50 songs that came up. x3 I guess the theme could be "songs from Gypsy's mp3 player ('cuz I don't have an iPod xD;;)", but that sounds silly so I'll just say 50 Song Themes. Or maybe that sounds silly too. Dx

In any case, they're all Tokyo Mew Mew, whatever they are, and that's all that really matters, right? x3;; There aren't any specific pairings or points of view (first person, third person, etc.), and some of them might even end up being AU. Actually I'm pretty sure 03. is AU... But I digress. Mostly I was frustrated that I hadn't written anything in so long and needed to do something to get rid of my writer's block. So here's... this. Each new chapter will have five themes, so there will be ten chapters by the end. I haven't written all of them yet of course, so I probably won't be updating for a while. Also these probably aren't all that great. xD

If anything consider this proof that I haven't died. :3

Also, in the titles below, the song name comes first, followed by the artist name. Just to clarify.

01. Starlight – Muse

The ship is thrumming with life around me, and for the first time in a really long time I feel alive. And that's ironic, because at this moment I'm actually travelling at warp speed away from the love of my life. And leaving her on her planet with the love of her life. So that kinda sucks.

But we have the Mew Aqua, and that's the important part, I guess. The whole reason we came to Earth and everything. As long as we don't encounter any mechanical problems with the ship, Pai says, we should be home within a week.

I personally will be fine as long as he and Taruto stay the hell out of my way for a while. Which they've done, so far. I think they sympathize with me a bit – well, 'Taru-Taru' should, anyway. It's hard to tell with Pai, but I'm pretty sure he's developed a thing for the green Mew. The preachy one with the big eyes, I think. Not my type, but he's entitled to his opinions or whatever. Not that he'd ever admit to any of this, but it's nice to know he might be feeling the same way I am. But I don't want to think about the Mews right now.

In looking for something else to think about, I realize I'd almost forgotten about the stars. It's almost impossible to see them in Tokyo because of all the smog. Now, though, I can see millions winking from the vacuum through the ship's portholes, looking just as frosty and far away as they always have. Somehow that's strangely comforting.

02. Skin & Bones – Fear of Music

Zakuro sat up, wiping her mouth, and pressed down on the lever. She watched the contents of the toilet swirl until the water was clear. Her throat was raw now, but the familiar feeling of control had begun to settle over her and everything was okay again. She stood up and turned to the sink to shut off the running water, a habit she hadn't yet conditioned herself out of, though it had been almost a year since she'd lived with anyone to hide the retching noises from.

Her now-empty stomach contracted unpleasantly if she thought about it too much, but that was a sensation she'd grown mostly used to. She glanced at her reflection in the stained mirror hanging above the tiny sink and ran her hands pensively down her sides and across her stomach. The camera would adore her for this, of that she was certain. She'd be a supermodel one day if it killed her.

03. Roslyn – Bon Iver ft. St Vincent

She rolls over, and the sheets of the old bed rustle. Silk brushes arms and thighs. She doesn't recall going to sleep in this bed, or even going to sleep at all. Her hands brush her sides clumsily, and the soft fabric and lace she can feel clinging to her definitely don't belong to any garments she owns.

She opens her eyes. A canopy and four bedposts hung with yellowed lace curtains dominate her field of vision. Dust scintillates in the air just in front of her face, and when she inhales the smell of must and something sharper fills her lungs.

The bedsprings creak as she sits up, swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands, brushing the curtains aside. The room is dark, filled with misshapen shadows that must be furniture. Her unbound hair falls past her waist and tangles around her arms as she moves, feet swishing across the wooden floorboards until they meet something sticky. She stops, still groggy as she registers this, and wonders where she is.

But mostly she wonders why her throat is so dry.

04. Stop and Stare – OneRepublic

Ryou Shirogane pulls himself to his knees. He aches all over. Explosions and random bursts of light flash at the edge of his periphery and the battle cries of the Mews and their opponents stab his ears. Demented shrieking rends the air like the twisting pain of a thorn driven up between nail and quick, and Ryou cannot tell whether the sound is human or alien.

He stares at his hands and sees only innocent blood.

Mew Mint lies brokenly by the remains of the stone archway, elegant limbs bent at odd angles, still now for many minutes. There is another ragged explosion and Mew Pudding flies past him, a blur of urgent yellow, and slams into a pile of rubble, folding limply over herself on the ground. Numbness spreads through him and he does not turn to see if the small girl is okay.

Mew Lettuce lurches into his field of vision and a strangled cry escapes her lips as her eyes fall to rest in turn on battered blue and yellow. She slumps forward halfway through her stagger, turns as an alien comes up behind her, cries out with savage hatred that burns up in her eyes and makes her unrecognizable.

Something inside Ryou shifts. He looks to the sky with wide, dull eyes, his breath growing stale in his lungs, and the air seems a million shades of frigid, drifting blue.

05. Here it Goes Again – Okay Go

"Okay, ready?"

"Yep. Actually, wait…"

Ichigo huffed and rolled her eyes, setting down the remote control. "What is it, Kisshu? We've rehearsed this a hundred times."

"I know, I know." Kisshu held his hands out defensively. "I know what we're doing, but… why, again?"

"It's for YouTube," Lettuce piped up from behind the camera, peering around the tripod.

"And what's a YouTube again?"

"It's a website for putting videos on, no da!" Pudding announced. Kisshu eyed her warily.

"But what's the point of that?" he persisted, feeling stupid.

"To get views or something like that," Mint told him brusquely. "And be internet-famous and all that. Let's just get this over with before I change my mind," she added, glaring at Ichigo.

"Alright!" Ichigo picked up the remote again as Mint and Pudding moved into place. "If everyone's ready?" She looked pointedly at Kisshu, who nodded resignedly and followed suit. "And make sure it's turned on," she added. Kisshu hastily punched the 'on' button.

"Okay, um… action!" Lettuce declared, and Ichigo hit the music. Kisshu readied himself, making sure to begin on his cue exactly. Feeling superbly coordinated, he set his foot decisively onto the moving belt of the treadmill, which promptly flung him into the wall.

A/N And that's that. :3 As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.