Hey fellow fan-fiction-ers/authors/readers/lovers of Tokyo Mew Mew!

I am SO unbelievably sorry progress on this story has been so tedious and frustratingly boring! I'd give you all a long list of excuses that quite reasonably justify my lateness with the start of Mew Academy, but that'd just waste all your time, and bore you all to death. I'm pretty sure you guys are more interested in reading the ACTUAL fic rather than my author's notes. Haha!

But - here we are. Finally. Right now, chapter one isn't even FINISHED; I've had to cut it into sections (that's how damn long it got!), starting with this one! 'Chapter One' itself is sitting at about 38 pages at the moment (grin). Just too long for one chappie. He he he...

To be honest, I'm not sure if I like how this came out. It was written and re-written several times. This is the final, revised version, which I would have probably re-done if I didn't take myself on a guilt-trip for making you guys wait so long. I don't think you will all like it (nervous smile), but I've done my best.

So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the beginning of what is undoubtedly the biggest story I will EVER write (until I write something bigger than it, duh!). Here it is, the beginning of the ginormous project more affectionately referred to as: Mew Academy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew. I own Mew Academy, and our main heroine.


Story for Mew-Cuxie. Chapter for Kitty Kat K.O. I think a lot of this story will be for her. (xoxo)


Clickey-clack... Clickety-clack... Clickety-clack...

A pair of chocolate brown eyes stared wistfully through the thick glass pane of the large window, watching the rolling green hills and quaint farmhouses flashing past. They locked onto a windmill, its wooden petals rotating slowly as it churned the grain stores inside the barrel underneath the tall legs of steel, reminding her of the life she was leaving. The life she had grown up in. The quiet, laid back, easy going, calm life she was used to.

She was a small girl, curled up in a ball on the seat with her knees tucked up under her chin, encased by her thin arms. Her long, shining auburn hair flopped over her shoulders in two thin pigtails, tied loosely at her neck by cheap, sparkling pink ribbons. A sigh escaped from between her dainty lips, the corners of which curled up a little when she smiled.

Her chocolate eyes glanced once around the sparse carriage and fixed themselves for a moment on the linoleum floor, dotted occasionally with blackened splodges of old chewing gum, or marks from the rubber on the base of peoples' shoes. Apart from her, there was an old man with thick glasses and a raincoat reading the newspaper down the other end, and two gothic teenagers – presumably a couple – sitting in the middle with i-pod headphones in their ears.

Deciding the exterior of the train was more interesting than the interior, and would probably have more of a chance of distracting her from dreading the upcoming few hours, she flickered her gaze towards a paddock of sheep as they passed, from between long, naturally curled lashes. The late morning sun shone down from the parted white clouds, which dotted the periwinkle-blue sky like... well, clouds against a blue sky. Its magnified rays warmed the cheek that rested against the window, and she winced when it hit her eyes.

Naturally, the weather today had to be perfect to mock her miserable mood.

Succumbing to her love of warmth and sunlight, the auburn haired girl let her eyes slowly close, enjoying the tingling feeling of the rays against her pale skin, and her let thoughts return to her home – to the large barn and stacked hay bales. To the smell of horses and bleating of sheep, and the constant trilling and warbling of the various species of birds that nested on the property. In her mind, she walked around the side of the brick house, past the tin water tank propped above the house on wooden stilts, climbed the rickety old fence that separated the yard from the paddocks, and ran between the neat aisles of corn, ducking every now and then to avoid being hit by a low-hanging cob. Over the rustling of the tall stalks and broad leaves in the wind, the sound of the sheep dogs barking as they chased wild rabbits, and the chuckling of the tractor in another paddock, there was the constant trickling of the river that defined the edge of the property and marked the beginning of the forest.

She was suddenly standing beside the crystal, dark water, watching it bubble over rocks and through tree roots. She bent down and picked up a smooth stone from the shallows, the coldness fresh against her fingers, and ran a thumb across its surface, staring around at the mossy logs and lush greenness of the environment. And enjoying the stillness. She lobbed the stone lightly and it plopped, breaking the shining surface and sinking quickly to the bottom, the water resuming its quiet rippling almost instantaneously.

Someone called her name. She turned around, and was suddenly standing at the edge of the paddock beside the corn field. Her eyes quickly found her father – it had been him calling her – sitting on the tractor in the far corner. He was driving towards her, waving one arm and shouting something. But she couldn't understand what it was. She started to climb the fence, but noticed something to her left. Her grandfather, in his signature denim overalls and green checked shirt was standing, waving to her father with his straw hat in one hand, calling back to him. Now she understood. Her father had been shouting to her grandfather, not her.

Her grandfather began to walk towards the tractor, which was still coming. Her father waved again, this time to her, and she jumped the fence, landing in the ankle-deep yellow-green grass of the paddock.

"Wait a moment, dear."

Her mother was beside her, her red-brown hair loose in its loopy bun. A few strands blew askew in the breeze. She was holding a silver pail of milk in one gloved hand. She was a beautiful, simple woman, fond of plants and animals, and the countryside. The auburn haired girl watched her put the pail down, and gazed at it as her mother walked away, following her grandfather towards the tractor, which was still coming. She looked up when she heard her father shouting again. The tractor had become a giant truck, and it had no breaks. And it was driving straight towards her family. Her grandfather smiled at her mother as they walked, chattering pleasantly to each other, both unaware of the danger speeding towards them. Fear stabbed at her heart. She tried to open her mouth, to warn them of the speeding truck, but she couldn't. Her lips were sealed together with her grandmother's home-made honey – it was like glue. She could taste it's sweetness on her tongue.

The truck blasted its horn once, loudly. The sound blared, breaking the peacefulness of the farm, and she turned her gaze to the greying heavens. No, it wasn't grey – it was black. Pitch black night, and cold. Rain drizzled from the sky, pattering against her freezing cheeks. She was shivering, but not from cold. That truck was still coming, its headlights like monster eyes. Her father was shouting from behind the large window, waving to get the attention of a car a few hundred metres in front of it. Inside the car sat her father, mother and grandfather, talking excitedly about something. They couldn't see the truck. But she could. She ran towards the car, yelling, throwing her arms over her head, like her father in the truck. Nothing could get their attention.

A car blasted its horn as it flashed past her, joined by the angry cries of other cars as they avoided colliding with her as she jogged up the black road. The rain lashed her face violently, drenching her to the bone. All she felt was cold. Cold and fear. The truck was screaming as the driver – female now, she noted – tried desperately to make the broken brakes work. It mixed with the sounds of the tyres of other cars spinning against the wet asphalt and her shuddering breaths in the air.

Her father in the car drove comfortably, looking ahead. But he couldn't see the truck, or the girl with the strangely familiar posture. She didn't know why. Perhaps he was ignoring her. But suddenly, the truck was upon the car. She watched from afar, unable to run any closer, despite her efforts, as the enormous black beast slammed head on into the little silver sedan in a blaze of glaring lights, screeching brakes and lashing rain. Her stomach heaved as the headlights of the family car lit up the thin face of the auburn-haired truck driver, who was pale with dread. She watched herself in a kind of sickened fascination, almost feeling the pain of the collision in her own bones, the horrid crashing explosion drowning out her screams...

Her eyes flashed open wildly. She was breathing quickly, her chest rising as her heart thudded loudly. She sat up straighter in her seat, the sounds of normality entering her momentary panic. She was not on the farm. She was not in a truck. She hadn't just killed her family. The consistent clickety-clack of the train against the tracks broke the silence of the carriage. The sky outside the window was an orange colour, the golden sun filtering through weakly, shadowed by the clouds as it began its descent. Its rays weren't warm any more, and her cheek was cold where it had pressed against the glass. Her eyes were glossy with the tears that had threatened to spill as she slept. She sniffed a little, hugging herself for comfort. Her layered-brown fringe fell across one watery eye, shading it as she cast them towards her tattered shoes. She still felt sick from the dream. She'd almost slept the entire trip away.

The old man with the newspaper was gone. So were the two teenagers. Now there was a middle aged woman in a red coat with a magazine, and a boy who could've been a university student, writing on a clipboard and reading some loose sheets. In the corner where the old man had been was a pregnant woman with a three-year-old kneeling on the seat beside her, face pressed against the window, pointing at something and babbling away in a high pitched voice.

The girl turned her own gaze to the window beside her, and was surprised to see a wooden fence, behind which were many houses, shadowed by the late afternoon sun, their roofs a sea of multi-coloured tiles. She wondered where she was, her mind distracted for a moment from her horrid dream, and she leaned closer to the window, peering towards the front of the train. In the distance, just visible, were the tall, glassy, straight towers of many buildings, reaching into the heavens. Stark against the urban suburbs they were now passing, the skyscrapers loomed, causing her stomach to knot a little. They were possibly half an hour away. Half an hour away from her new life.

She clasped her hands and took a deep breath, staring down at the enormous red strawberry on the front of her favourite pink sweater. Her thin fingers absently ran themselves through one pigtail, one of her nervous habits. She stood up, pulling up the waistband of her comfortably tight jeans, her legs aching and tingling as they stretched, not used to this sudden requirement of movement. Her knees felt rusty – she'd been sitting in the same position for – she checked the old Mickey Mouse watch around her wrist – six hours. Reaching up, she pulled down the tattered, grey duffel bag from its compartment above her head, plopping back down on the seat.

As the minutes ticked by, becoming twenty, fifteen, thirteen, nine, six, four, until their due arrival, she nervously zipped and unzipped her bag, her fingers shaking a little, those tall buildings growing ever larger as she sped ever closer.

What was she supposed to do when she arrived? Where would she go once she'd gotten off at the station? Would someone be waiting to meet her? Would she have to find her own way to the campus? Was she supposed to catch a bus there? Heck, she didn't even know where it was, or what it looked like!

She unzipped her bag with finality, and fished around in her belongings for a folded piece of paper. Digging it out from the very bottom, she unfolded it and read over – possibly for the thousandth time – the letter she'd been sent a few months before. Gosh, that felt like so long ago now – she could remember sitting at the kitchen table with her mother, both of them wondering what the letter meant, how they knew who she was and where she was, and what she would have to do after receiving it. Well, she knew now. Almost. She was about to find out. She glanced out the window, stomach churning as her chocolate eyes fixed themselves on the first thing they saw – an enormous, multi-storeyed-building, towering high above her in the sky, one of many like it looming in the city. She hadn't even realised how close they were! As she craned her neck to get a better look, the train shot into a tunnel and the city was hidden from view.

Her eyes skimmed the words on the page, seeing them but not taking them in. She subconsciously re-read the letter a dozen times until a modern voice suddenly spoke from a speaker in the roof.

"Now approaching... Tokyo Central."

And with a whining noise, the train began to slow down, finally coming to a screeching stop beside an enormous, busy platform bustling with people. The bottom of her stomach fell away as the long metal beast-like invention relaxed with a hissing noise. The doors slid open automatically and she sat dead still, stunned that she was actually there.

So, there's the start! Just warning you: these chapters will be somewhat disjointed, as I had to cut them in random places, so the story might not flow as well as For Lack of a Better Word. They're all of various length too, so don't go looking for a pattern in this story. There won't be one. Trust me (lol). I believe, in this sense, some people will be a bit disappointed with this.

Like the way I set it out? (proud smile). We're about to start Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing in Literature, so I thought I'd get into the whole Shakespearean thing. All my chapters will be set out like this. It adds a little excitement to the layout, ne?

I just realised, the main character's name is not mentioned once in this chapter! O.O HAHAHA! Oh well, guess you'll all find out more about her later! XP

Thankyou SOOO much for reading and for your patience! I am truly grateful that I only recieved two emails of annoyance, lecturing me. He he he...

Much love, until scene two!



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