This story starts out in Luna’s head. It contains sarcasm, amusing, and other types of features. I won’t name them all now because, I need to start the fanfic(and I can’t name anymore XD).

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Why Me

Why Me? I could name a million reasons why not. My life was fine, but then it happened…

I Am Not A Mew-

I am Luna Hull, I live in a small apartment. I’m young, in a way, and I’m waiting for a certain someone to walk into my life.

My alarm woke me up with loud beeps; I threw it across the room, but it still didn’t stop. I groggily pulled myself out of bed, stomped on the cursed noisemaker, and walked over to my closet. I dressed myself in my favorite outfit: baby blue shirt with short wavy sleeves, navy blue jean skirt, and high heel flip flops. I sighed at the blonde rat’s nest perched on my head in the mirror and tried to run a brush through the messy thing.

After that, I walked into the kitchen and fed my cat, Joseph. “Joey!” I called his nickname in a singsong voice. “Tuna Time!” He came running in and walked around the little island in the center of the kitchen. “Here, Jo Jo.” He has various nicknames.

“Meow!” His kitty voice squeaked. The gray kitten purred as he happily ate.

“I’m going to store, now. I’ll see you when I get home!” I placed my black beret on my head, locked the door and headed for the shopping center.

The walk was shorter than expected, with a few light breezes on the way. It felt peaceful and tranquil. My walk was pleasing, but the feeling stopped short when I came across the most peculiar café. It was normal-sized, picturesque, and above-all pink…I think the owner may be colorblind. “…Maybe, just maybe, I’ll stop by after I’m done shopping.” I told myself.

I continued my pleasant walk while feeling the golden locket that was secured around my neck. I couldn’t open it, but I didn’t mind; I already knew what was inside it. The content is a secret and extremely vital to me. As my fingers smoothed over the words encrypted in the heart-shaped container, I re-read them. It’s a language only few know how to speak. I need to find a certain someone that can read it soon.

After I was done reading, I noticed that I was at the train station, and I hurried to the train I needed to be on. I leaped onto it, just in time, and off it went, zooming between stops. When the train stopped at my stop, I darted off before I got squished by a crowd of shoppers.

I sashayed through stores, trying things on, and taking them off again. Again, and again I went through different shops’ doors and stared at merchandise. I suppose I entertained myself like that for hours; it was almost time for the schools to let out. Naturally, I paid for anything I haven’t, and rushed back home to drop off everything. It was then that I remember that I completely forgot about that abnormally pink café. I glanced at the clock; it didn’t seem too late, I bet I could still make it. Again, I sprinted out of my apartment building, through the park, all the way to the doors of the café.

My life is not about to get anymore normal than Mews fighting aliens or at least that’s what I heard about on TV. Then again, it wasn’t normal in the first place. “Good, they’re open.” I whispered to myself, I’ve seem to be doing a lot of that lately, as I gulped and slowly walked in. (1) It wasn’t crowded, actually the only population were the employees. There was a lazy girl just sitting in a chair, sipping her tea. There was another swinging from the chandelier, one dropping dishes, and one was mopping minding her own business. The one with the mop looked an awful lot like the famous model Zaruko Fujiwara.

I watched as the red-haired employee made her way over to me. “Welcome to Café Mew Mew. Your seat is right over here.” She held her hand out to a booth right next to the door. “My name is Ichigo. I’ll be your waitress for today.” She smiled while taking out a mini pink notebook with a black kitty on the front and a pink gel pen.

“Arigatou, Ichigo. I think I’ll just have water.” I thanked her, and then ordered without even looking at the menu. Yes, I suppose that’s rude, but I wanted to get home. I only intended to stay a little while to see what this place looked like.

Just then, some blonde guy ran through the pair of doors on the other side of the cafe leading god knows where. “Mews.” He sort of shouted. What does he mean? Mews? Maybe that’s what they call their staff. Anyway, when he said that, I was pushed out the door by the chandelier swinger

“OW!” I grunted as I landed on my bum. This hyperactive waitress clearly doesn’t care if I come back, ever. At first, I had to admit that I was pissed, however later I would know that she had her important reasons. The thing that stole my attention was when I stood up, but was shortly mowed over by the Mews and two other people. I didn’t get to see the other two people that well.

Oh, well; it’s not like I wasn’t going to see them again. I noticed that the café was unlocked, causing my curiosity to wander to unforgivable feats. I argued with myself, half of me thought I should leave the poorly guarded place alone, but then again it was unlocked and a café. The half with my parched curiosity won, with that, I strolled inside.

Though it seemed poorly guarded, I was horribly wrong. I didn’t even begin to think that there were any cameras or silent alarms. The hard way seemed to be my way. Moving away from the security facts, I wandered behind the private doors and up the stairs. My feet were itching to explore this place, until I came across the barren room. This room had one singles bed, one desk with a computer, and a chair. No color. This café owner sure was moody, first, it was a burst of pink, and now there was nothing whatsoever.

“I wonder who could live in such a drab room.” Little did I know, that I was about to find out, but not in a way I had not hoped. I peered out the window and was horrified; the Mews were walking inside of the café! “I wonder how long it’ll be before I’m caught.” I wondered out loud, suddenly someone grabbed my right arm extremely tightly. It was that blonde guy from before! “…D-do you live here? In that case, I suggest my next-door neighbor as an interior decorator. She has exquisite taste.”

He glared at me. “What are you doing here?” The blonde guy asked with a hiss in his voice. When I didn’t answer he squeezed harder. “Answer!” He commanded.

“That hurts!” I winced. “I was just looking around.” My voice spat. I know that it wasn’t a good enough answer but, it was all I had.

“You do know that trespassing is against the law.” The blonde guy threatened. When I wouldn’t respond he squeezed until I couldn’t feel my arm anymore, but when he did, he let go completely. He was surprised. Uh, oh; I hope it’s not because- As I felt the top of my head, I moaned in regret. My spotted cat ears made their spectacular entrance and freaked out this guy. What am I going to tell him?! Birth defect?!

“Not again.” I whispered to myself.

“This has happened before?” Perfect; he’s interested.

My expression was angry, but I sucked it up and became sarcastic. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Suddenly, that waitress from before ran through this guy’s door, “Ryou! Who is that?! Why does she have cat ears?!” I believe her name was Ichigo. “Ryou, did you start any new experiments?” Experiment?! I’m a new experiment?! The nerve! I crossed my arms and huffed.

“The nerve.” I muttered under my breath. Ryou was deaf as far as this comment. Ichigo heard it loud and clear, but she didn’t say anything. Don’t ask me how I knew. I could just tell.

This ‘Ryou’ person placed his hand on his chin in thought as he spoke, “Maybe when I missed my target and shot you and the others, another girl was shot.” Matte, shot? This jerk fired a gun at Ichigo?! How could she still be standing?! Then he grabbed both of my shoulders, which caused my tail to pop out. I was starting not to mind him grabbing me. “Were you around the museum when an earthquake happened?”

“Earthquake at the museum? Yeah. The Mews showed up shortly after that.” I’m so stupid. Of course, this blonde knew about that. How could he not? The Mews are everywhere.

“R-Ryou, do you think that she…?” Ichigo trailed off, but Ryou obviously knew what she had to say.

“Maybe.” He let go of me and put his hand on his chin again.

I spoke up. “Dude? I heard you call the employees mews and the name of this café is Café Mew Mew. …Do you see where this is going?” Since I had common sense, I started to figure some things out. “Ichigo,” Ichigo looked up, “or Mew Ichigo?” Oh Lord, did I give them a scare! Their eyes grew huge and I had the feeling that I wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.

“Keiichiro!” Ryou called in a man with a brown ponytail who stood in the doorway looking surprised. Ryou pointed to my face, “She knows.” They each nodded for no apparent reason. Ryou looked at me and grabbed my right arm again; this guy is abusive! “You’re coming with us.”

“H-huh?” I whimpered in complete shock as he started to pull me out of the room. Luckily, I knew how to handle this; I fell down on purpose in the doorway just so he couldn’t move me. “I’m not going anywhere.” I stubbornly said. Everyone stared at me, then at Ryou. He sighed and, “KYA!” picked me up, bridal style. My black beret fell off of my head. “What do you think you’re doing?! ACK!” His hand slid up my impossible-to-cooperate skirt, by accident. Damn skirt. …His hand didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch and he knew where his hand was! “Pervert!” I shouted and squirmed but, no success. “Damn.” I muttered under my breath. “Let me go.” I ordered.

He stared into my angry eyes, “No, you’re coming with us.” Ryou repeated himself.

“Perverted jerk.” I insulted as he walked with me in his arms downstairs.

“Stubborn female.” He countered.

“Clueless baka!” I spat.

“Dense moron.” Ichigo was walking behind Ryou and I, loving every bit of the insult fight.

“Ryou, that’s enough.” Keiichiro said, obviously exasperated. I was carried down some stairs and into a basement. All of the employees were there.

The lazy tea-sipper pointed at me, looking completely and utterly disgusted with my fashion. What a spoiled brat. “Ichigo, Ryou, Keiichiro, who is that?”

“Stop pointing at me! My name is-I probably shouldn’t say anything; I’ve been treated roughly.” I glared at Ryou. He could tell that I was and looked away.

Poor Ichigo moaned Ryou’s name, “Ryou.”

“What?” He said as if he was torn away from his computer.

“Because you grabbed, pulled, and yelled at her, she’s not going to say a word.” Ichigo assumed. Well, she was right, Smart Girl. Without any warning, Ryou threw me down on a table-like thing.

“OW! What did you do that for?! You could have just set me down on the floor! Clueless BAKA!” My voice flipped out. I turned around and crossed my arms so that I couldn’t see him. This was childish behavior but, I had my reasons. Turning around brought me face to face with Miss Lazy and the chandelier swinger. “Stop staring at me.” I commanded in a dark tone.

“What are we going to do now, genius?” Ichigo blamed Ryou.

He shrugged and rested his hand on his head. “Search for her mark.” Ryou answered.

I turned back around to stare at the jerk’s face, “Huh? What do you mean ‘search for her mark’?” He pushed me down on the table, “Ow! Stop doing that!” He lifted up my legs, messed with my hair, and pushed my shirt up and down. Good thing I had on a camisole.

I swear, he would’ve ripped off my clothes if Keiichiro hadn’t stopped him! “RYOU, STOP!” On cue, Ryou stopped looking for this so-called mark and glanced at Keiichiro. “Did you find it?”

“No.” He muttered. “Do you suppose that the mark could be internal?” Keiichiro shook his head. “You,” Ryou focused on me again, “have you experienced any weird marks?”

“Only one.” This mark was from my rope burn from something that I can’t say. “But there’s no way I’m a mew.”

The girl with the green hair spoke up for the first time, “Yes, you are.”

“No, I am not.” I grew aggravated.

Ichigo tried to convince me, “Yeah, you are.”

“No. I. Am. Not.” A growl escaped my lips.

The chandelier swinger yelled, “You’re a Mew!”

I stood up out of pure frustration, “NO, I’M NOT! I’M NOT A MEW!” I shouted.

Ryou stepped up to the plate, “I know it must be hard to believe-“

But I cut him off, “Look, Pal,” I poked him with my index finger multiple times, “just because I have cat ears and a cat tail, and I’m experiencing weird marks, doesn’t mean that I am a Mew!” I stopped poking him. When he seemed as if he wasn’t fazed, I slapped him. He could feel it; I know he could. “Goodbye!” My ears and tail disappeared as I ran up the stairs and out of the café.

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“Well, that was nicely handled.” Ichigo said sarcastically. “Why’d you have to go and treat her like that?”

“What do you expect me to do?” Ryou asked as he shrugged and felt his pink cheek, “Ow. That girl can really hit. We have to convince her that she’s a mew or the aliens will make trouble.”

Mint stepped up, “Ryou, do you actually think that she’s a Mew?”

“It would make sense.” Ryou answered.

“Not everything makes sense.” Mint retorted.

Ryou paused at this and pondered. ‘Not everything makes sense.’ So, that girl might not be a Mew… but how is that possible? ‘Not everything makes sense.’ Those words kept on flowing through Ryou’s head whenever he had a doubt. “That’s it.” He muttered as he walked over to the computers. He opened up a window that showed the entire basement. He clicked a back arrow that symbolized ‘rewind’ and the last five minutes played back:

“Ryou, that’s enough.”

“Ichigo, Ryou, Keiichiro, who is that?”

“Stop pointing at me! My name is-I probably shouldn’t say anything. I’ve been treated roughly.”

“Ryou.”

“What?”

“Because you grabbed, pulled, and yelled at her, she’s not going to say a word.” –bam-

“OW! What did you do that for?! You could have just set me down on the floor! Clueless BAKA! Stop staring at me.”

“What are we going to do now, genius?”

“Search for her mark.”

“Huh? What do you mean ‘search for her mark’?! Stop doing that!” A gold shine came from the locket that was secured around the girl’s neck. The shine made the camera fuzzy then, it completely lost its connection.

“That’s odd.” Zaruko thought out loud. “Why did the security camera fuzz up?”

“I believe that if this girl isn’t a Mew, she may be part alien.” Ryou figured. “It would make sense…”

“But aren’t we looking for something that doesn’t make sense?” Pudding asked with a question mark above her head. “If she’s not a Mew and if she’s not an alien… what could she be?”

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Today did not go as planned; I got temporarily kidnapped and sort of raped. I just hope nothing else goes wrong, but I spoke too soon. A blast of wind nearly hit me. “WAI! What was that?!” I shouted and then looked up and saw… “…Pai?”

“What?” The male alien asked. “How do you know me, Mortal?”

“Oh, Pai,” I giggled, “I haven’t seen you since you were an infant.”

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(1): OO (blink, blink) Ouran High School Host Club just popped into my head.