*points to new Ichigo icon* New one again :)
Rating: Three Kirema Anima - A Concussion
Title: anime stuck
Suethor Author: mew mel
Name(s): Mel and Kat. Great. ANOTHER self-insertion.
Species: Human -poke poke- I think...
Hair color: Mel has blonde/brown/red hair (WTF?!) and Kat has plain brown hair. I am sorry but I have never seen a person with brown/red/blonde hair. Seriously.
Eye color: Both have green eyes. Except Mel's change from green to brown. Ooooh *sarcasm*
Link and Kisshu ummm....nothing...
Connections to Canon: They get sucked. Into the first volume of TMM. Need I say more? I hate these types of fanfics. 99.9% of the time it's about two girls on
Annoying Tidbit: I HATE fangirlyness in fics. It's like an epidemic in most fanfiction. Yes, I like many manga/anime characters too but I don't overly obsess with them.
Mew Mew Genes and Abilities: N/A
Mew Mew Outfit: N/A
Only reason it's not a four is because 1) I'm fricken tired and 2) it's not as bad as most 'AAAAAGH-I-GOT-SUCKED-INTO-TMM-' cliched fanfics....
When I came back to my senses I had no idea where I was, all I knew is that I was aparently in some sort of museum. Katt was right beside me and we were sitting in the floor.
“ Oh, fudge monkeys,” I mumbled.
“Seriously,” said Katt. It seemed that when we said those words everyone seemed to notice that we were there. We stood and ignored the people, walking on through the exibit as if that’s what we were doing all along. My eyes widened.
“K-Katt! Look! I- it’s Ichigo!” I gasped, pointing to the girl with the pink hair and pigtails. She was with the hated Masaya. Yeah, we both hates him.
We gaped for a few minutes then Katt said “W-we must b-be in t-t-the Tokyo Mew Mew books!” I gasped, realizing she was right.
“Then, this must be the first book! Right before they get injected!” an evil grin spread across my face. “Katt, you know what this means, right?”
“No, we are not gunna get in the way of the animal injections.” She replyed with an “I knew it” glare. “What we need to do is get back to the real world.”
I sighed. “You’re right, of course. But how?”
“I’m sure our writers convenience will fill us in any minute.”
“Writers convenience? Whats that?” suddenly a piece of paper blew into my face. I read it aloud. It said:
To my dear charecters whom happen to be based off of myself and my best friend,
I must inform you that you will not be leaving untill
You have gone through the whole tikyo mew mew –
Wait, I mean Tokyo mew mew – series. Yeah, this is
Sorta like a rewrite of the series, but oh how I love
It. You will later be informed of where you are go-
Ing to sleep and live. Such is nesesary.
Your loving authoress,