I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew.But I own a Strawberry Bell. ;)

Silence.The noise that drifted through the chilly ship was stone cold silence.As the Mews peered down at the eerie planet below them they gulped nervously and took steps back wrapping their mohair blankets tighter around their shivering torsos.Sounds of footsteps floated in the air as Ryou came down the steps leading from the cockpit into the travel cabin smiling wearily.

"Are you girls ready to experiance danger?" he smirked cockily.

The usual atmosphere immediately filled the cabin as Ichigo quickly freaked out.

"Danger! Danger is when you fight a giant moth at the top if city tower, danger is when protect snobbish celebs from humongous anaconda's, danger -"

"Shut up you neanderthal!" Mint scowled bashing Ichigo over the head with her bony fist."How dare you speak about Zakuro-san like that!"

"Its okay Minto." Zakuro placed her hand reassuringly on her shoulder."We all know she's right.Anyway,this is'nt the time to be squabbling over past mistakes.We have a new mission now."

"Zakuro..."Ryou smiled."Always the serious one." Zakuro flinched a little but shooed the girls towards the exit. Keiichiro gently landed the space craft and lowered the exit. Ichigo turned from the ground and waved back up at Ryou. She flashed her pendant as a sign the Mews were armed. The group moved uneasily through the crowds keeping their heads down.

"Ahem..."Ichigo asked an elderly man who was sprawled on the floor,trying to sell pouches of granite and rocks he'd obviously picked up of the floor and polished.

"Do you know...Where the temple of Deep Blue is?" The man grinned toothless at her and signalled her to follow him into his hut.Ichigo nodded to the others and followed him in.It was dark and Ichigo could see nothing.Suddenly, someone approached her from behind,then something hard hit the back of her head and collapsed blacking out.

The red head groggily opened one eye and looked around.She was in a divine dining area decorated with leafy plants and had an unusual aroma of vanilla. Ichigo attempted to stretch but her arms were stiff.She craned her neck over her should to look at the obstacle,she was...handcuffed? Confused Ichigo looked around seeking life, alien or human.Her ears pricked as she heard the sound of footsteps,shuffling and a peculiar tapping noise.The old man who was selling rocks was the shuffling noise and the tapping his crooked gnarled walking stick, tapping repeatedly against the marble floor.The footsteps, belonged to a tall smart mature alien who gazed down on Ichigo with cold lifeless eyes.

"This is the servant?" he asked the old man fumbling in his pocket.

Servant? Panic flooded through Ichigo.Had she been trafficked?

"Yis...Yis..." the old man nodded violently.

"Let me check with my son.."the alien exused himself and called out to his son.A figure appeared in the doorway and laughed merrily.Ichigo's eyes bulged mortified.

"Kishu?"