Tokyo Mew Mew Fan Fiction ❯ To Be A Traitor ❯ I ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Tokyo Mew Mew may be harmful to those allergic to cats, birds, shell fish, apes and/or dogs.

 

 

The squelching heat inside the Mew Mew Café was inescapable. The summer had started off with a merciless heat wave, leaving the mew mew gang feeling sweaty and stifled in their polyester uniforms.

 

“So…tired” Ichigo said aloud to no one in particular as she finished cleaning the last table. Pudding was spinning plates lazily on long poles; she hadn't back flipped in the air once all day and Ichigo was starting to worry. Mint sat with her iced tea and cold cakes, looking forlorn without her idol around; Zakura had left earlier that day for a photo shoot.

 

“Well, another day another dollar,” Lettuce said unenthusiastically. She flipped the sign from open to closed and plopped down on a chair. Just then there was a knock on the front door.

 

“We're closed.” The girls said in unison, none of them bothering to see whom it was. The knocking continued. Finally looking up, Ichigo gasped and then glared through the glass door at Kish. He was smiling a bit, but the heat was apparently getting to him for his shoulders slumped from fatigue.

 

“What're you doing here?” She exclaimed. It was way too hot for this right now. She was about to morph and kick some alien ass when she felt a hand on her arm.

 

“Lettuce?” Ichigo turned to her friend, confused. Lettuce just nodded toward Kish as if to say, “Look closer”. Looking back, Ichigo noticed nothing different about the perverted alien at first. His pigtails were green and his grin was mischievous as always, but his golden eyes were…off, as if lifeless. Then she heard a gasp emit from Mint who was now on her other side.

 

“He's bleeding!” she pointed. Ichigo saw that behind Kish a puddle of dark blood was forming steadily. Without hesitation she ran to the door and wrenched it open just in time to catch her foe as he passed out.

 

“Kish? Kish!” Ichigo knelt to the floor under the awkward weight in her arms. Tears started to form in her eyes, as she feared for her friend's life.

 

Wait…friend? She'd deal with that later. She turned to her gang, her real friends.

 

“Come on! We have to stop the bleeding!” Uneasily they knelt by the alien, giving each other nervous glances. What if this was a trap? After much work from their already tired muscles they found themselves in the basement with Ryou and Keiichiro. They had laid Kish unceremoniously on a tabletop after bandaging the huge gash on his back and were now circled around him in silence, wondering what to do next.

 

“It's a trap,” Ryou broke the silence. Keiichiro walked back to the ridiculously huge computer and typed something. Bleeps and blares resounded against the cement walls, red circles flashed on a map of Tokyo. The girls morphed immediately. Mew Ichigo winced as the alarms hit her cat ears.

 

“I'm seeing some major Kirema Anima activity down at Tokyo bay!” Keiichiro called back to them, keeping his voice calm yet urgent. Ryou went over to the computer and rummaged through the desk drawers. The girls started to run toward the stairs, but faltered when they noticed Mew Ichigo hadn't moved from Kish's side.

 

“Go ahead of me, I'll be right there,” she told them. Mew Mint nodded once and lead the way, calling Zakura on her cell phone at the same time. Once they were gone, Keiichiro silenced the insistent alarms before he left to get aqua drops in a separate storage room to send to Masha. The red from the computer continued to flash in the dark room.

 

“What are you doing? Go!” Ryou shouted at Mew Ichigo, “They need you!”

 

“What do you have behind your back, Ryou?” she responded in a whisper, not looking up from the unconscious body. Ryou froze. Slowly, he pulled his right arm from behind his back with a handgun held limply to his side, his eyes focusing oon the ground ahead of him.

 

“What, were you just going to shoot him while I was off fighting?” Mew Ichigo was still whispering, and despite herself she let out a small laugh with a shake of her head.

 

“He's the enemy, Ichigo, or have you forgotten that?” Ryou spat out, tired of the girl's selfish drama. She clenched her fists on the table but stayed silent. “He's trying to kill all of us and still you protect him!”

 

“What if it's not a trap?” Mew Ichigo walked over to him, her face livid. How dare he try to kill Kish without telling any of them!

 

“'Not a trap'? What else would it be? A slumber party?”

 

“Honestly, what kind of trap would this be?” She put her hands on her hips, her voice rising “Sending a fatally wounded man, not to mention their best soldier, into the enemy's head quarters isn't exactly my idea of a trap, Ryou.”

 

“His wound was put there purposely, Ichigo.” He stated softly, as if trying to calm a bratty child in the middle of a temper tantrum, “Their immune system is different from ours. Do you think that a flesh wound like that would possibly kill one of them? No. He was probably sent here to steal data from our computers. I'll bet he's not even unconscious right now.”

 

“Oh really? And what makes you so sure?” Mew Ichigo scoffed, crossing her arms. She hated it when he patronized her, even if he was a super genius. Ryou raised his eyebrows at a spot behind her. She spun around to find Kish sitting upright on the table, his legs swinging like a little kids and his smile venomous.

 

“Kish?”

 

“Hello, Kitten,” He crooned with a wink then disappeared as shots were fired, only to appear once more behind Ryou. With a roundhouse kick he hit the back of Ryou's head, knocking him out.

 

“Ryou!” Mew Ichigo gasped in horror at the sight of her friend on the floor. Was he still alive? A kick like that couldn't have killed someone, could it? She felt a burning anger in her chest as she confronted Kish with a fighting stance.

 

“Aw, come now, Kitten! Don't be like that.” He disappeared again, but Mew Ichigo had fought with him enough to know that he'd appear behind her. She brought her elbow up and then down by her side to find it had connected with his belly. She heard an oof next to her ear. `Right on target,' she smirked. Turning around, she punched him in the jaw hard enough to make him wobble backwards in a daze. He rubbed his cheek and looked at Mew Ichigo with his, “oh, so that's how it's gonna be” face. Frowning, he came at her again, this time with his daggers in either hand. He swiped at her twice in vain as Mew Ichigo dodged them then jumped over Kish to nab his bandaged back with her claws. It had bled through and she wondered absently how he had gotten it. Kish cried out and vanished like he always did when things got to tough on the alien side.

 

“Pussy,” Mew Ichigo teased, “Stop disappearing and face me like a man!” That earned her an aggravated scream as Kish aimed a drop kicked at the back of her head. She ducked, grabbed his foot and swung him against the cement wall with a sickening crack in one fluid motion. To her surprise, the alien actually fell to the ground in a broken heap.

 

“Ya, like I'm falling for that one again. Come on! Get up!” When he didn't, Mew Ichigo glared at the seemingly lifeless form and ran to Ryou's aid. Turning him over in her arms she saw that he was still breathing steadily. Letting out a sigh of relief, she turned toward the computer to find it free of flashing circles. Her team was able to defeat whatever anima the aliens threw at them without her help. Keiichiro came back from the storage room and viewed the scene with mild surprise. He rushed over to Ryou and carried him upstairs with a kind smile to Ichigo, who had morphed back. Now that she knew Ryou was okay, she turned her attentions on Kish. He was a sadistic and perverse guy, but he had saved her life many times. She owed it to him to save his as well. She rested his head on her lap and pushed his messy bangs away from his face. Slowly, his eyes opened then quickly shut tight as he let out a painful moan. Ichigo rolled her eyes.

 

“That's what you get for trying to kill my friends, moron.” Kish shook his head, acting as exasperated as he could with his headache. She laughed to herself; this alien guy could really be anti-climatic at times. She wondered how old he was, for sometimes he seemed so childish. He started to mutter incoherently.

 

“What?” she inquired.

 

“Hang on…tight” He said weakly. Ichigo only had time to cock her head to the side in confusion before she was sucked into a warp with Kish. Every part of her felt as if it was being squeezed between a giant vice, she was certain her entire bone structure would crush under the pressure. She tried to scream but her vocal chords wouldn't obey. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the pain stopped and Ichigo found herself kneeling on fluffy white carpet, gasping for breath. Looking up, her eyes met a familiar bed adorned with a pink comforter and fluffy pillows. Kish must have teleported them to her… bedroom.

 

“Kish, you pervert!” she yelled down at him, still on her lap. He smiled slightly before closing his eyes again.

 

“Kish?” Ichigo grabbed both of his shoulders and shook him lightly, “Kish? Come on, you're okay. Right? Kish? Wake up.” When he didn't wake Ichigo's worry increased. The bandage on his back had been torn in the fight and now he was bleeding all over the carpet. “Enough with the bleeding! Mom'll kill me.” She joked feebly. When he still hadn't opened his eyes she laid his head down on the floor and rushed to her adjacent bathroom where she kept a first aid kit. She turned Kish over and treated his gash again. She also saw the dried blood in his hair and couldn't help but feel incredibly guilty. Drawing her eyes away from the huge bump she returned to his back. The gash was deep, running from his right shoulder blade to his lower left side. He had really grown up in the last couple of years. She couldn't help but notice how sculpted his back was with his lean muscles and smooth skin. She flushed, `Now who's the pervert?' she berated herself, and began to dab ointment on the wound.

 

When she had finished bandaging Kish up she dragged him to her unmade bed and plopped him--well, the top half of him--on her mattress in a very unpolished manner. Ichigo wiped her forehead, `I'm so weak in this form!' she lamented. Rubbing her hands together she picked up Kish's legs and hoisted them up on her bed as well. She lifted his head carefully onto one of her pillows and then started to take off his slipper-shoe…things. She sighed, they were much more complicated then she thought with all of the laces in the way. Finally managing to slip one off of his feet she let out a triumphant “Hah!” only to hear a chuckle from the head of her bed. She glared at the alien.

 

“So, you were awake!” she huffed, yet silently grateful.

 

“Awake but still weak. Come, I need to talk to you.” He patted the other side of the bed softly. She eyed him suspiciously.

 

“Why can't you talk to me here?”

 

“It's a long story, just thought you'd want to be,” He breathed, “comfortable.” He finished in a whisper and closed his eyes.

 

“You don't look like you can tell me anything right now, Kish. Why don't you just rest for the night. You can tell me tomorrow.”

 

“But it's important,” Kish's eyes opened again and Ichigo could tell he was fighting off sleep. She bent down on her knees beside him and stroked his cheek before her logical side knew what she was doing. He covered her hand with his own and their eyes met, making her extremely uneasy. She abruptly stopped and stood up.

 

“Sleep.” She said firmly, then marched out of her room and shut the door. Choosing not to think of what just happened, Ichigo hummed to herself. She would use her mom and dad's shower tonight. Speaking of, where were her parents? She walked downstairs into the kitchen to find a note stuck to the fridge that read:

 

Ichigo!

Welcome back, Sweetie. Your father and I were invited to that party, remember? We'll be staying the night, but we should be back tomorrow morning. Don't forget to sort the laundry!

XOXO~Mom

 

Ichigo smiled at the note, but staring at the fridge made her hungry. She put some rice on the stove and showered while it simmered. She shrugged into her mom's bathrobe since she had forgotten to bring any fresh clothes with her, and hurried into the kitchen just when the timer for the rice beeped. She scooped it into two bowls and grabbed the soy sauce before heading back to her room. Kish was awake again and took his rice gratefully. He ate it all in three bites.

 

“Thank you, Kitten, your cooking is divine,” Ichigo arched an eyebrow.

 

“It's only rice, and you forgot the soy sauce! You still hungry?”

 

“Yes, very,” Ichigo took the empty bowls downstairs and returned with a box of crackers, a can of Mountain Dew and some strawberries.

 

“Grocery day's tomorrow,” Ichigo explained the random array of food, “Sorry.” She sat cross-legged by his side, helping herself to a strawberry.

 

“Not at all!” Kish said before digging into the box of crackers. Ichigo giggled at his sudden enthusiasm. She was relieved to find the light back in his eyes.

 

`Their immune system is different from ours…'

 

“Kish…” The alien paused, looking at her with a mouth full of crackers.

 

“Um,” She looked down, wishing she hadn't killed the casual moment, “…Why?” She asked simply. The alien popped the soda open and downed the last of the crackers.

 

“Let's talk about it tomorrow, I'm losing my strength,” Ichigo was unsatisfied, `What happened to “important?”' but she knew Kish needed to sleep. She started scooting off the bed when a hand caught her wrist in a loose grip.

 

“Please stay,” He asked.

 

“No, I'm sleeping in my parent's room tonight, Kish,”

 

“Please? I promise I won't do anything…”

 

“What was with the dragged out thought there, then?”

 

“What `dragged out thought'?”

 

Ichigo gave him an incredulous look.

 

“Fine! So I was thinking about a few cuddles here and there, but really, that's it!” Kish smiled sheepishly

 

“No,” Ichigo stated not unkindly. But before she could stand up his hand on her wrist gave a light squeeze, she turned back, a bit annoyed.

 

“Thank you,” Kish was looking into her eyes now, with all silliness aside. `Woah,' She thought, taken aback, `When did this happen?' She cleared her throat uncomfortably.

 

“Careful there, I might start to think you've grown up!” She smiled at her joke.

 

“It has to happen sometime, right?”

 

“'Night, Kish” She finally stood and walked to the doorway, she turned off the lights.

 

“Sweet dreams, Kitten”

 

TBC