Monkeys Cant Do Magic

By: DarkWolfYoukai860

AN: Well, thanks to my friend, Mew Ami, Ive finally been able to write some TMM fanfiction. She gave me a few ideas to work with. So, hopefully they're not OOC, but I think I can keep them IC. Sorry for any OOC that does occur though. I also must add after typing the chapter, its incredibly fun to write na no da, so if you get annoyed by the repetition dont flame me for it; just skip over it. :)

Summary: Pudding tries to do a magic trick that involves handcuffs with Taruto as her unwilling partner, but it goes horribly wrong. What will they do when they're stuck together? PxT

Disclaimer: Tokyo Mew Mew and its characters are the property of Mia Ikumi. If I owned it, certain things would change.

Chapter Overhauled: 7/20/11

It is not much longer, but I wanted to update it to my current writing level. If there are any quotation or apostrophes missing, it's because messed up the formatting and I had to go in an put the missing marks in.

Chapter 1: Stuck Together

Heavy, old wooden doors creaked open into a dimly lit store as young brown eyes began to scan the closest merchandise. The first items the girl saw was a table on top of which was a neatly stacked pile of trick card decks with a few tarot decks mixed in. Her eyes wandered from display to display as the door shut behind her, falling on the shelves that lined the walls of the small, cluttered shop. These walls held hundreds of other products of the magicians trade: wands, more cards, a few top hats, and even those large boxes magicians use for disappearing acts.

This was the first time the young girl, Pudding Fong, had entered this particular magic shop, and the hundreds of different tricks available made her eyes widen in excitement. Though magic was not one of her stronger skills, she had decided that she needed a bigger variety of trick to perform at Caf Mew Mew. The other day, Ryou had banned her fire breathing, and Ichigo seemed to be getting irritated with the occasional dropped plate that she would inevitably have to sweep up. Pudding was sure that the incident with the plate that almost hit her in the back of the head the other day didnit help with keeping Ichigo happy, either.

Pudding's search lasted at least fifteen minutes before she started to wonder if she should forget magic and just continue with her normal act while being more careful with where she was twirling her plates. There didn't seem to be any tricks that she could comfortably perform for their guests without needing to ask for volunteers, and the cafe's hectic atmosphere just was not the place for lengthy tricks that required volunteers and the ability to put on illusions. Even card tricks would probably be too bothersome to their guests and to the other mews.

Pudding turned towards the door to leave and froze in mid-step, her eyes lighting with new-found excitement. There, on one of the side tables sat the most exciting magical tool in the entire store. She didn't know how she had missed it. What had caught Puddings attention about this particular object was the word "Indestructible" written on the sign hanging beneath the objects. Indestructible handcuffs. She almost jogged to the table in her excitement, thinking of all the tricks she could do. She grabbed a box and smiled as a wonderful idea came to mind. Surely Taru-Taru would enjoy a quick magic trick.

With the box in hand, she walked happily to the sales counter. "Are these really indestructible, na no da?" she asked the bored looking salesman at the counter. The man quickly snapped out of his thoughts and nodded with a smile.

"Of course they are," he answered, taking the box in hand and continuing, "Right here it says 'Guaranteed 100% Indestructible'. If they break, you can bring em back here and get a new pair or exchange them for something else. Just be sure to be careful. These cuffs are unique because they do not have a safety release feature, so you're going to have to have the key with you if you want to get them off. They were designed for pros, after all."

"Thanks for the warning! Pudding will take them. How much are they, na no da?"

"1500¥ (an: somewhere around $15.00) please."

Pudding quickly paid him and exited the store with a fully formed plan in her mind. She would go home and open her new handcuffs and then go find her most likely unwilling volunteer for the infamous handcuff escape trick.

"Pudding will do a trick, na no da!" the excited monkey girl exclaimed as she latched onto an annoyed and somewhat confused Taruto. There had been no warning of her presence. No battle cry. No noise. She was not even transformed. It was just one moment he was alone checking out good plants for his attack, the next moment she was there.

"GET OFF!" he yelled, struggling to free himself from her grasp. Unfortunately her grip was way stronger than he would have expected. As strong as a... what did the humans call it? Oh yeah, a bear. As strong as a bear. No matter how much he struggled, she was not going to let him go unless she felt like it. The dismay from this realization reflected in his eyes went unnoticed by his captor, however, and Pudding continued with her excited blabbering.

"Pudding wants to show Taru-Taru a trick, na no da! Just hold out your wrist." She didn't give him a chance to decline as she grabbed his right wrist in one hand and drew a strange metallic object from her pocket with the other hand. Taruto's watched in horror as, with one fluid motion, she locked one ring of the object on his wrist and attached the other ring to her left wrist. So focused was he on the cool, silver ring now adorning his wrist that he almost didn't hear her next words, "Now Pudding will make the handcuffs disappear, na no da!"

As Pudding slipped a white cloth over their cuffed wrists, Taruto was asking himself why this had to happen to him. He didnt even do anything to cause her to attack him. Sure he was about to create a chimera animal out of a very nice looking thorn bush, but that didn't mean that Pudding had to attack him before the bush started attacking. And now he was caught with Pudding talking about something called a magic trick, unable to understand what was happening. He just wanted to continue his attack and act like this had never happened. Sighing in defeat, Taruto turned his attention back to Pudding in time for her to explain the next part of the situation that was unfolding.

"Now Pudding will say the magic word, na no da!" She exclaimed and proceeded to say a word that Taruto didn't understand ("Abracadabra") and removed the cloth to show the handcuffs were still there. Disappointment flickered in her eyes, adding to Taruto's dread. It was one thing when Pudding was excited, but something had to be terribly wrong if she was disappointed with a situation she had been so excited about creating just moments before.

"Hmmm. It didnt work, na no da." As if seeing his horror, she quickly added, "Dont worry, Taru-Taru! Pudding has a key, na no da!" With that, she dug her free hand into her pocket only to pull out the interior of the pocket, revealing a quarter-sized hole. "Uh oh... The key must have fallen out, na no da."

Finally, everything clicked in Taruto's mind. The worse thing that could possibly happen to him had happened. He was stuck to Pudding. "What did you do! I cant believe this! RELEASE ME!" He gave her no time to respond before Taruto tried to find a way to escape. His first thought was to teleport out of the wretched human invention. He quickly put this idea into practice, teleporting a small distance away; but instead of being freed, the handcuffs caused Pudding to go with him. His less rational second idea was to try to fly away. Again, Pudding was in the way, this time weighing him down. He even considered attacking the metal with his weapon but decided he was not desperate enough to fry them both while trying to free himself. He was pulled out of his reverie of escape plans as Pudding's free hand hit him happily on the shoulder.

"Dont worry, Taru-Taru! Pudding has a spare key at home. Lets go, na no da!" With that she all but started to drag him in the direction of her house, his objections falling on deaf ears.

The two received numerous stares as they walked past other people on the street. It seemed like no head was left unturned with some people staring, some people pointing, some walking even faster to stay away from them, and some people even taking pictures, either thinking Taruto was a cosplayer or a freak show. It made the young alien uncomfortable that so many humans were taking notice of him in such negative ways without him being able to do anything. 'I guess I should not be surprised,' he thought as Pudding continued, unfazed, 'the only time any human has seen me is when I attack, after all.' Still, he would have rather been attacking these humans over being a source of their entertainment.

Above them, unnoticed by Taruto, a certain green-haired alien observed them curiously. "Hmmm... Taruto seems to be having fun. I wonder what's around his wrist." Kish shrugged, quickly losing interest in the situation. The handcuffs didn't look too harmful to him. Plus, Pudding was the least threatening mew mew out of all of them. Maybe if it was Zakuro, he'd do something but there was not much harm that could be done if he left Taruto with Pudding for a little bit. Taruto might even be able to turn his capture into an advantage.

"He's lucky the monkey has such an interest in him. Ichigo would never consider connecting me to her wrist and taking me home..." A wave of jealousy flowed over him at the thought. Taruto didn't know how lucky he was. Shaking his head, he averted his thoughts back to Ichigo. It had been a while since he'd talked to her. Maybe he could finally convince her to dump her annoying boyfriend and finally come with him. Cheered up by this impossible thought, Kish disappeared, off to find his dear Koneko-chan and inevitably be turned down again.

Back on the ground, even with the occasional picture taken by passersby, it took barely any time for Pudding and Taruto to reach Pudding's house. Pudding stopped suddenly right outside the door, a look of puzzlement crossing her features. Taruto stared at her expectantly. 'This was her house, right? Why doesn't she just open the door?'

Finally Pudding spoke, her voice still cheerful despite her words, "Pudding cant just walk into the house with an alien. Pudding's siblings would notice, na no da."

Taruto felt like he would die of exasperation. "Why couldn't you have thought about that sooner? Besides, you didn't seem to care about the people on the street seeing me." Taruto said, his tone a little sharper than had meant it to be because of his lingering annoyance at being captured so easily. Pudding's eyes fell to the ground for a moment, making him almost feel guilty for his tone. Almost... But in another moment, the monkey mew perked right back up, erasing any guilt he would have felt.

"Pudding is sorry for not thinking things through, but maybe Pudding could keep passing you off as a cosplayer, na no da." She didnt give Taruto any time to ask what a cosplayer was before opening the door to her house and calling out, "Chancha, Lucha, Hanacha, Honcha, Heicha, Pudding's home, na no da!"

Taruto could have sworn a stampede was taking place right in Pudding house as soon as that statement escaped her mouth. The noise of many footsteps approaching from above filled the house, and all five of Puddings siblings rushed downstairs looking like one combined creature. Taruto wondered why she'd left them alone. It didn't seem like the safest idea. Maybe she hadn't planned to be gone very long?

He was pulled out of his thoughts as the five smaller kids stared at him curiously for a moment before launching themselves upon him. "Hey, get off!" he protested, to no avail. The children ignored him and each took a turn to reach for and inspect his large ears.

"Are they real?" the kids asked in slight awe. It was then that Taruto realized they knew nothing about the invasion or Pudding's side job of getting in the way of their plans. Not that he would expect her to tell them anything.

Finally, Pudding rescued him from their scrutiny, "Don't be rude, na no da! He's a cosplayer. Please get off of him, na no da."

Her siblings obeyed without hesitation and formed a disorganized semi-circle in front of them, waiting for a more formal introduction. Pudding went on with and introduction that Taruto would rather have replaced with his own words, "This is Taru-Taru. Hes Puddings friend, na no da!"

"It's Taruto, and I'm not your friend! You handcuffed me and forced me to come here!" He yelled in frustration. Pudding was so infuriating!

Unlike in front of the door earlier, Pudding wasn't phased, "Heicha, do you know where Pudding left her spare handcuff key, na no da?"

Heicha and their brothers nodded happily and raced out of the room to retrieve their sister's key. Much to Taruto's horror they returned empty-handed with slightly sorrowful on their faces. "Sorry, we can't find the key onee-chan. They thought it would be fun to hide it and don't remember where they put it." She motioned to Puddings bothers as she said the word "they".

"That's ok. We can stay like this until we find the key, na no da," Pudding said with a forgiving smile.

Taruto, however, wasn't so happy about this news. In fact, being stuck to Pudding was the worse news his mind could comprehend. He could already tell this was going to be a long and difficult ordeal.

AN: Well? You like, you hate, you really dont care? Feedback is needed please. Also, the yen fluctuates so I just made a rough estimate so it would be around the intended amount. Review and I will write more. One more thing, tell me if you want me to stop writing na no da after Puddings sentences. Thanks and have a nice day.

Onee-chan = big sister