Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew and it's characters, blah blah blah, but I do own the story. Oh yea.

First uploaded on deviantART on June 21 2007.

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Chirp, chirp.

The birds sounded their sweet cry as Retasu Midorikawa, a young woman of nineteen, rested her head on a table in the corner of her room. Her blue eyes were closed as she sounded the soft noises that confirmed that she was indeed, asleep. Her waist-length, emerald green hair flowed over her body in messy strands. She wore a brown sweater, black shorts and long white socks.

Small doll clothes were next to her head in a neat little pile. Accompanying the clothes was a tomato-shaped pin cushion. She was sitting on a stool in her slumber as a soft knock sounded from the door to her room. 'Retasu-san…?' Berri Shirayuki, one of the other young women residing in the upper floors of the ever-popular Café Mew Mew. Ryou, the owner of Café Mew Mew, had gone partially insane for a short amount of time.

Berri and her boyfriend Tasuku became increasingly late for work as time passed, leaving Café Mew Mew, which was growing even more popular at a shocking rate, to the other members of the Mew Mew team with a huge amount of work. Ryou ended up closing the shop for a while to add another three levels, and nine rooms wrapped around the café. He had the entire Mew Mew team move to the rooms to make it impossible to be late for work.

Berri opened the door and looked in at Retasu. The door made a creaking sound, which caused Retasu to slowly open her eyes. She removed her head from where it lay on the table, and looked at Berri. Berri was astonished at the huge bags under Retasu's eyes. 'Nnnn… what is it Berri…?' Retasu asked drowsily as Berri rushed through the door. 'Don't tell me you stayed up all night making another doll…' Berri looked at her friend with an expression of worry.

'I'll live.' Retasu murmured as she rose from her stool. 'More importantly…' she walked over to her bed and sat on it. '…since you happened to wake me up this morning, I take it that you're my 'babysitter' today?' Berri nodded and smiled at Retasu. 'That's right. Berri Shirayuki at your service!' She saluted, which caused Retasu to giggle.

A year or so after the end of the second phase of the Mew Mew project, Retasu fell into a depression, threatening to kill herself if 'he' didn't return. Ichigo Momomiya, who was the original leader of Tokyo Mew Mew, decided that the different Mew Mews should take turns watching over Retasu, in case she ever fell back into her suicidal state.

'Anyway, you can go and shower now Retasu. I'll tidy up your room for you.' Berri smiled at Retasu and pushed the stool back underneath the table. Retasu didn't bother to protest. She knew that it would be pointless. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a clean, bright green towel.

'I wish I was more like you Berri…' Retasu said in a soft tone. 'Your kind, and quite pretty.' Berri stopped dead and stared at Retasu. 'I bet that if I was more like you, he would have come back by now.' Retasu had a sad look in her eyes as she walked out of the room.

Berri looked at the doorway for a few seconds before returning to her work. She had brought in clean sheets earlier, and now she pulled off the old ones and replaced them. As she picked up one of the pillows, she heard something fall to the floor. She looked down and saw a picture frame, which had landed face down. She bent down and picked it up.

What she saw on the other side left her with a feeling of shock.

A pale lavender head of hair, deep purple eyes, and most surprisingly, long, pointed ears. She moved it out of the glare of the sun to reveal more of the picture. That outfit... she looked over at the doll clothes in a neat pile on the table. No mistake. They were the same. An almost completely black shirt with the exception for a piece of purple in the neck area, slightly puffy black pants, arm pieces. Bile rose in Berri's throat. A connecting piece of purple fabric, black shoes…

He was so familiar. Of course he was. He had been caught on camera more than once. Six years ago. Six years ago, he aided with the plan of reclaiming the earth, which almost ended with the destruction of humanity. A cold, unfriendly person. That much was obvious...

'Wait...' Berri whispered. The picture. He was smiling. Smiling? Berri shifted it in case the dreaded glare from the sun through the window had returned. None of the footage showed that he ever smiled.

Why... why did Retasu have a picture of this person...?

'D-don't touch that!' A cry from the door way broke Berri's train of thought. Retasu, wet, holding up her towel, rushed at Berri and sharply grabbed the picture out of her hand. She held the picture tightly against her chest. 'Don't ever touch this again!' Retasu shouted as she glared up at Berri.

'Retasu... why do you...' Berri looked at Retasu with a shocked expression. Then it clicked.

.:'I'LL KILL MYSELF IF HE DOESN'T COME BACK!':.

No Pai x Retasu stuff for you yet. D: I need to set up the plot first. ;;

Tch, stay out of Retasu's stuff. Durn Berri. ;;

Oh yeah, and...

OMG. NO WAI. RAZKO-CHAN ACTUALLY WROTE A FANFIC???

THE WORLD MUST BE ENDING. DDD:

Actually, I write fanfictions often, I just don't share most of them with the world. ;

R&R plzzz…