Yes, Soccer-Geek's gone crazy again. Why I wrote this story, I have no idea. But I just went with it. Hope you enjoy!

For the record, no, I have not been writing this short story when I should be working on Alien Upgrade and A Change of Heart. Really, I promise!

Disclaimer: So, I totally own Tokyo Mew Mew. Well, okay, not yet, but the lawsuit is in process. We go to court next week. *phone rings, I pick it up* Moshi-Moshi? Really? You sure? Darn. Well, thanks anyway. *hangs up phone* That was my lawyer. Apparently, I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew and I never will. *hangs head and sighs* Well, enjoy the story anyways.

Chapter One: A Sick Pie

Pie wearily rubbed his face with his hand and went back to work, stifling a yawn. He hadn't slept since he woke up Thursday morning. It was Saturday afternoon.

He knew full well that he needed to sleep, but he was just so caught up in his latest project, he knew his mind couldn't rest until he finished.

Pie closed his eyes briefly and forced them back open. He was almost done, he could get through this…

Before he could start on the next task for the project, he jumped at hearing a loud crash.

"Tart did it!"

"Kisshu you liar! That was all your fault!"

"No, it wasn't, midget!"

"Don't call me midget!"

"What are you going to do about it, chibi?"

"Shut up!"

"Chibi, chibi, chibi, chibi, chibi-"

"PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!"

Tart came flying into the room, tears in his eyes.

"Make Kish stop calling me a chibi!" Tart demanded, pulling on Pie's shirt.

"Hey, I am many things, but I am not a liar! And you are a chibi!" Kish argued as he flew up to Pie's other side.

"You just lied right there!" Tart yelled, stomping his foot in the air in anger. "And I'm not the one who broke that stack of dishes! You flew right into them!"

"You were supposed to wash them and put them away!" Kish countered. "Therefore, it is your fault!"

Tart pouted and started shaking Pie's arm.

"Pie!" Tart whined. "I didn't do it! You believe me, don't cha?"

Pie was silent.

Tart stopped shaking his brother's arm and looked up curiously.

"Pie?" Tart said softly, his brow furrowed.

"Uh, Pie, you okay?" Kish asked, looking up nervously at the older alien teen.

Pie continued to remain silent.

Kish and Tart looked at each other worriedly before looking back up at their older brother. He had his eyes closed, his head bowed, his shoulders slumped and didn't seem to be hearing either of them.

Kish floated up and grabbed Pie's ear, bracing himself for the pain he was about to receive for what he was about to do.

"OI! PIE!" Kish yelled into the older teen's ear. Pie's eyes snapped open and he jerked upright again while Kish and Tart jumped away from him.

"Huh?" Pie murmured. "What happened?"

"You were kinda asleep, and then Kish yelled in your ear and woke you up," Tart explained as he stuck his head out from where he hid behind the computer panel.

"Was I?" Pie asked.

Kish cringed as Pie walked directly in front of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting pain, and was very surprised to feel Pie's hand gently pat him on the head. Kish opened one eye and felt his jaw drop.

Pie was smiling at him. And not a I'm-about-to-kill-you smile. It was a friendly smile. Kish didn't even know that Pie's face could make that expression.

"Well, thank you, Kish, for waking me up." Pie said as he ruffled Kish's hair.

Kish and Tart both stood in shock.

"You're not going to beat me up for disturbing you?" Kish asked warily.

"I see no need," Pie said calmly as he went back to his computer. "I do want this project finished, and I need to be awake to do so. I believe I will go make myself some of that human beverage, the black stuff. Oh, what's it called again?"

"Coffee?" Kish suggested.

"Ah, yes, coffee. Yes, that should keep me awake." Pie said distractedly.

He started to float out of the room, but found that he couldn't be in the air for more than a minute. He shook his head and rubbed his forehead. He really needed to get some sleep, it was starting to mess with his powers…

Kish and Tart watched open-mouthed as Pie walked out of the room.

"Kish," Tart said slowly. "What just happened?"

"I dunno," Kish said. "But I don't think that's our Pie."

"Did he got replaced with a clone or something?" Tart asked with wide eyes.

"Of course not, you baka!" Kish snapped, smacking Tart on the back of the head. Tart whimpered and rubbed his head. "I just meant he wasn't acting like how he usually does."

"And he was having trouble flying," Tart said. "And he wasn't yelling at us for coming into his lab without knocking or anything."

"There's got to be something wrong with him," Kish said, shaking his head.

Tart's face went paler than usual and he looked up at Kish with worried eyes.

"Kish, you don't think Pie's sick or something, do ya?" He asked nervously.

"Dunno. Pie's never sick." Kish said with a shrug.

"So, if he is sick, then it's something really bad, isn't it?" Tart pressed.

"Yeah," Kish said, now worried himself.

"Why didn't he tell us?" Tart asked, tears coming into his eyes.

"He wouldn't want us freaking out, I guess," Kish said with a depressed sigh. He bit his lip. "We need him. We can't beat the Mew Mews without him. Not to mention he's the only one who knows how to program the DVR."

"Kish, is Pie going to die?" Tart demanded, jumping onto Kish's chest to hold the teen by the collar of his shirt, his eyes wide.

"No he's not, because you and I are going to nurse him back to health!" Kish said determinedly as he pried Tart off of him.

Tart gazed up at Kish, who had a wicked gleam in his eye. Tart gulped. That was rarely a good thing. Tart just hoped that he was wrong this time, and that it would work.

Little did Pie know, he wasn't going to get his nap anytime soon.