Finally, I got the second chapter of this story done. This chapter is much shorter than the first one…but the first one had a lot more happening in it, and it was the main part and most painful and saddest part of the story. Oh…none of the other chapters will have gore like that one did. Anyways…hope you enjoy this chapter!

The 7 Gems; Bring Back Tokyo Mew Mew

I had left the café a while ago, 1 hour ago to be precise. I transformed back to normal after the crowd had disappeared, and I was just walking down the streets of Tokyo, trying desperately to hold back any more tears from falling.

But I made a mistake. Every time I'm walking around in Tokyo in public, I always wear a hat so that it covered my face and hid my identity. But no, this time I forgot. I only remembered when I heard a random fan girl yell, "OH MY GOD!! IT'S ZAKURO FUJIWARA!!" Seriously though, who could blame me for forgetting? I happen to be focusing on much bigger things right now, like my friends' deaths…

Minutes later, no, more like seconds later, dozens of fan girls and fan boys had crowded around me. They were squealing in joy and shoving papers and pens in my face.

"I can't believe it's really her!"

"Can I have your autograph Zakuro?!"

"Wee! It's Zakuro Fujiwara!!"

Somehow, I was able to squirm out of that group of crazed fans. At the moment, I really didn't feel like signing any autographs for people. I quickly walked away from them, but my pacing quickly became calmer, since none of them seemed to notice that I left.

After a few minutes of walking, I stopped and took a deep breath. I looked around the area that I was in. Seriously, I had no idea where I was walking to; I'm just walking to random places. I suddenly noticed a young girl sitting on a bench near to me. She had shiny, lilac-purple hair, gorgeous hair; in fact, she had the exact same colour and hair style as me. It was hard to tell from where I'm standing, but I think her eyes are a bluish colour-like a deep ocean of mysterious sapphires. Her skin was pale, and she wore a purple sweater with pockets and smooth, jet black pants. She also wore a beautiful silver cross necklace that had a rainbow stone in the centre of it, causing the necklace to stand out. She was very pretty for her age, which seemed to be around twelve or so.

Without even thinking, I sat down beside her on the bench. But I don't even think she noticed me. I slyly eyed her in the corner of my eye. Something was wrong with this girl…but what…. I mentally slapped myself for being so stupid when I figured out what it was; she was crying! Though her tears were silent, they were brutal, completely filled with pain and sadness. They seemed to be the same tears I cried not so long ago. I turned my head to fully look at her. She was holding a picture of someone and staring at it, while her tears fell onto her lap. I actually feel a little sorry for the girl…I'm not sure why though.

"Are you okay, Kid? What are you staring at?" Why I stared speaking, I have no idea. I guess I just wanted to help this poor girl for some reason.

Just after I spoke, the girl's eyes widened and she slowly turned her head to face me. "Y-Y-You're…Z-Zakuro Fujiwara…!" She stuttered as she began to blush.

"Yes, I am," I simply stated in an emotionless tone. I waited for a long time for her to scream or squeal or shove something in my face. But this girl…she did none of those annoying things. She just continued to stare at me. It was creepy actually…a fan who didn't go crazy when they saw me. Wait…is she a fan of me? "What are you staring at?" I repeated.

She blushed more and hesitated before she showed me the picture. I wasn't that surprised when I saw that it was a picture of me. She quickly pulled the picture back and continued to stare at it. "Any reason you're crying for?" This time she hesitated for a long time. I could easily tell she was anti-social like me since it's taking her forever to actually say something. Either that or she was just really nervous and speechless that I'm sitting right beside her and speaking to her.

"You see O-Oneesama…" She blushed at calling me that, "…all my friends just got murdered a few hours ago," My eyes widened, a gasp coming close to escaping my lips, "-and now I have no friends left. Not to mention my mom kicked me out of my house for some unexplainable reason…" She began crying harder now. I couldn't believe it…the same thing that happened to me happened to this girl too. Well, I didn't get kicked out of my house; I left of my own free will, but I mean…her friends got murdered too. That's so…weird.

"Do you know how they died, or why even?" Why do I keep asking her these questions?

"…No, I don't. All seven of us were just hanging out at a café, but then suddenly, we all began getting murdered. For some reason, I survived, but the café we were in caught on fire and crumbled to the ground." I am officially creped out. Why did the same thing happen to her? It has to be the same murderer…so were they aiming to destroy both of our lives? "…Why do you even care?" She whimpered out.

I stared at her for awhile before I softly smiled. Yeah, I smiled…I couldn't believe it either. "Because the same thing happened to me, Kid. All my friends just got murdered at a café too."

"T-They did?" I nodded slowly. She looked at me sadly before turning her head to look away, as if she was apologizing to me.

We both sat there for a while in silence. It felt quite awkward to be honest. "So why did your mom kick you out?"

"I'm honestly not sure," She started. "I was born here in Tokyo, but soon after, my mom, dad, older brother, older sister and I moved to America. Several years later, my father died, and my older sister was devastated. She left our home about 2 years ago and went to Tokyo, and we've never heard of her since then. My older brother felt betrayed that our sister left, and my mother was simply horrified. After awhile of me weeping and sobbing when my sister left, my mother grew tired of it and kicked me out, thinking that I was annoying and useless. The truly sad part is, I loved and respected my older sister so much, but I never even knew what her name was…"

I held a look of pity on my face. She had to bear through all that…and as a young child. "Wait…your mom kicked you out in America, right? How did you get here to Tokyo?"

"I had a friend that lived back in America. After I got kicked out, I went to her house and asked for her help. She offered me to stay with her, which I happily agreed to. A month later, her family decided to move to Tokyo, and they let me come with them seeing as I had no where to go. All this time I have been living at her house, but since she's one of my friends who died, and I can't even go back in her house now…seeing as the house keys were burned in the fire…. And besides, what will her parents say when they find out? They never even liked me much anyway, so they'd probably blame me and kick me out for their daughter's death…"

I felt so sad for this girl, I almost forgot about my own problems for a minute. "Hey kid…what's your name?"

"Huh? Oh, it-it's Hissori, Hissori Fuji-"

Unfortunately, for me anyway, I couldn't make out her last name, because that same herd of fans from before were now surrounding her and I, screaming and squealing just like they were before. I shot the coldest glares I could at every single one of them, especially when they shoved more papers and pens and CD's in my face, yet none of them seemed to notice. I eyed the young girl in the corner of my eye, just to see her looking back down at her picture of me, depressed looking, for obvious reasons.

Soon enough, the fans got to me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was so angry, upset, depressed, scared, and confused at the same time. I shot one more last sad look to the young purple haired girl, before bolting up from the bench and running away as fast as my wolf genes would let me. I knew she was saddened that I had left her…I'll have to apologize to her next time I see her. When I heard those obsessed fans running after me, I doubled the pace I was running at.

After about 10 minutes of running, I stood exhausted in an opening in the middle of a large, lush-green forest, and luckily for me, I escaped from those fans. They get really annoying after the first few weeks.

And then I completely forgot everything…those fans, that girl, where I was, who I was…the only thing my mind was focusing on at the time was my friends. All their deaths…Minto's death…. Tears filled my eyes again. I'm never going to believe or accept that this happened, but I want to know how it happened, and why it happened…better yet, who did it. "…Who would do something this bloodthirsty and cold-hearted to stoop so low and murder the only family I had left?" I whimpered out loud to myself, more tears falling. I shut my eyes tightly, whispering out loud, "I would risk my life to bring them all back to me…"

"Ah! My dragon swords look so much better now!"

My ears perked up at this sudden voice. I quickly wiped my pain-filled tears away on my sleeve, before angling my head to look at where I heard the voice come from…just to see the aliens floating quite a ways above me. If it wasn't for my wolf gene, I probably wouldn't have been able to even hear them.

"Kish! Stop swinging those things around!" I heard Pai scold at the dark green haired alien, but his words appeared to be futile as Kish continued to swing his swords around sharply, as if he was testing them.

Kish smirked, darkly brushing his tongue against the longest end of one of his dragon swords. "Oh relax, will ya? Is the big, bad, emotionless alien afraid of me swinging around my swords, just because they were newly sharpened?" Kish continued to swing his swords around, slashing through the air, his swings nearing Pai every time. I noticed Pai frown and back away slightly, as he slowly reached for something that appeared to be in his pocket. "Like you're one to talk anyway, Pai. Don't pretend like I haven't seen you going crazy with that new gun of yours."

Pai shot the perverted alien a glare, before pulling out a newly modeled gun from his pocket and holding it, almost delicately, as if he were afraid of damaging it, in his hands. He gently rubbed the shiny, black, sturdy metal with his thumb, before averting his eyes back to the other alien, who was still looking at him, a smirk on his face, his fangs showing.

"I happen to find this piece of superb machinery rather interesting. I bought one so I could research its newfound technologies and uses in the hope of inventing several similar to it."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Pai," Kish replied with a wave of his hand.

This resulted in the purple haired alien pointing his gun towards Kish, his finger ready to push the trigger if he needed to. "Don't get cocky with me, Kish…"

"Ooh…is that supposed to be threatening?" Kish remained cocky, as he clutched his sharpened dragon swords tighter, holding them in front of his body.

"Hey, hey, don't forget about me!!" I heard Tart finally say. He's such a midget that I could barely see him from all the way down here…. That's so something Ichigo would have said…. I looked away sadly before returning my attention to the aliens. I noticed Tart grab a type of weapon out of a hollister on his right leg that was small yet sharp, and he held it in front of his face. "My sharp ninja star thingy's are so awesome! Heh, heh, and I thought it was cool when I saw a fish shaped like a star! But a weapon shaped like a star is so much cooler!" Tart grinned, staring at his shuriken.

My eyebrow raised slightly as I saw Kish sigh and made his swords vanish into nothingness. He calmly swung his hand at Tart's ninja star, his sharp nails knocking the small, pointy object out of the young alien's hand. "Hey! Don't swing your claws around at me!" Tart growled, annoyed.

"Hmph. Whatever, Short-fry. My dragon swords beat your ninja stars any day," Kish stated, his ego boosting as he flashed a smirk in Tart's direction.

"You take that back!!" Tart demanded in a shout, clawing at Kish, which the teenage alien easily avoided.

After that, I officially stopped listening to their conversation. I was completely shocked. My eyes were fully wide as I now stared down at the ground, my body completely limp and vulnerable. At that moment, I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, I couldn't smell, I couldn't feel, and I couldn't taste…I could only think. Thoughts and conclusions were swimming around wildly in my head, not pleasant ones either. Kish, Tart and Pai…they have…claws, guns, swords, and ninja stars…

Flashback:

Claws, guns, swords, and now ninja stars! What doesn't this killer have?!

End of Flashback.

My eyes widened instantly as a sharp gasp escaped my lips. No…no way. No way, no way, no way! Why would they…how could they…? Why would the aliens kill my friends?! Sure…they used to attack us all the time but…even they wouldn't stoop so low as to doing that! Besides…Kish loved Ichigo…same as Tart did for Pudding and Pai did for Lettuce…. Why the hell would they kill them?! But they…have all the weapons…Kish even has his swords newly sharpened. Tears of sadness and newfound anger formed behind my eyes as I scrunched up my hands into fists, my nails digging into the soft, thin skin of my palm. All the clues and evidence…they all led up to this conclusion…it had to be true…

Kish, Tart, and Pai were the ones who murdered all my friends.

Okay…yeah…that's how I'm going to end the chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review!