There was a rustling in the bushes. Visser 17 turned, ready to shoot the foolish creature. A squeaking noise reached her Hork-Bajir ears, and something about it seemed, familiar, almost.
It squeaked again, then a little head poked out. Big, watery jade eyes peered up at her. Wispy turquoise fur covered the slightly chubby face.
There was a little baby Andalite in the bush. He was no taller than her knee, and he looked absolutely terrified of the giant bladed monster in from of him. He started to cry.
Large tears rolled down his face and Visser Seventeen felt a little bad.
Then she had an idea.
Since she'd always wanted a child, she would beg the council to let her keep him. She leaned forward, cooing to the child. He seemed to be only a couple days old. The Andalite baby cautiously made his way towards her, and she scooped him up into her bladed arms, trying hard not to accidentally hurt him.
She tromped around, trying to possibly find his mother, when the child began to squirm and cry some more.
She soon saw the reason.
A female Andalite, whose belly was still swollen from pregnancy, lay on the ground. She seemed to be dead. The Visser felt for a pulse, then felt the back of her head. There was a cold, large lump there. She likely died from the Andalite sickness Yamphut shortly after the child's birth. But why would she be on earth? As she examined the body, she found a note. Reading it quickly, she stuffed it into her Dracon Beam holster.
Visser Seventeen was glad she had found him before a hungry predator did. "Well, little Andalite, you'll need a name, sweetie. Hmmm..."
17 years later...
I darted around, attempting to get Mother to chase me. "Oh, Asukkis. You won't be able to do that around Visser Three." I snorted and trotted backwards, facing her. (What's the big deal about Visser Three? He's some scary old guy, ooooo.) I had picked up slang and sarcasm, unlike my 'Andalite cousins'.
"Oh, you naïve child. He's a dangerous murderous-"
(-Crazy, evil, manipulative Yeerk warlord, who will eat me in a second. Yes, yes. You've said it, like, five times already.) I finished. (He's my evil uncle.)
I was going to live with him for a while, and Mother was panicking. I didn't see why.
"Here we are." She sounded so resigned. Mother pulled a lever on a rock, revealing a cold, dark, damp staircase.
(What is he, a bat?)
"More like a recluse. Sweetie, he's very odd. As in, he... Never mind."
She squeezed my hand in her claw, then said, "I've already given everyone everything, so your things are already there. Don't hesitate to call me, okay? And-" (Alright, Mother. I'll be fine.)
And I descended the Yeerk pool stairs.
(Ah. Asukkis. There you are.) An Andalite a little on in his years stood in front of the boiling, frothing pool, along with a couple dozen Hork-Bajir and Taxxons. Quite an imposing sight. He held his head high and his tail higher as he strutted towards me. Visser Three circled me a couple times, looking me over.
In my late adolescence I had lost my leggy awkward body and grown into the stronger, harder, more attractive body of an adult male. My jawline sharper, my chin stronger, and... Other parts...more developed.
In all, I was a young adult. An attractive one, if I said so myself.
I was slightly proud when he said, (Ah. You're growing well. Very nice.) He motioned towards a room. (I have a bed you can use, but it's in my room. I probably won't go there till later, so feel free to bed down.) He trotted off, his little posse following him.
Visser Three's room was plain and gray. From what Mother said, you'd think he would have horrible things lined on the walls. Not really.
I decided to explore, pulling open drawers. Mostly papers. There was a laptop in one.
I quickly got bored and folded my legs under me to bed down.
A boring day with a boring uncle.