August 19th, 2008: Replacing the rewritten chapters with the original
chapters. The new(est) rewrite will be located under the user name
"The Itch", with the title "False Identity: Secondary Timeline", sometime
within the half hour following this edit. The original story is being left
here as a gauge of how much I've improved over the last six years.
Normally when I write Weiss Kreuz/Ranma X-overs (I've got two of them
in the works, aside from this one) I don't come up with something quite
this.. twisted. snicker This is definately not cannon...
Oh yeah, everything Weiss I know? It came from fanfics, and the few
profiles I've read. And the Ranma stuff is again, fanfics. Although
I have the first two volumes of the manga.
False Identity
Prologue: Kitty Lost
Li Xiang
The boy couldn't have been much older than eight. He was crouched,
calmly licking the blood from one hand, as though he was some sort of
cat. Black hair fluttered around his face, eyes contented, a far
distance from the horrible fear that had plagued them before.
The twelve year old padding towards the cat-like boy smiled a bit
vacantly, golden eyes glinting with some emotion not easily understood.
It was as though the boy had found a kindred spirit.
"Hello Kitty," the pale haired boy's smile widened into a grin as the
ebone haired boy turned shining sapphire eyes to him, tentively
sniffing the air, "I won't hurt you, Kitty."
The pale haired boy wasn't afraid, despite having just witnessed this
feral boy rip apart a rather large bird and eat it raw. No, he was
facinated by the dark haired boy, in a way that nothing else had
interested him before. Watching the blood splatter across the grass,
across the boy's tattered karate gi, and across the obviously asian
child's face. The irish boy grinned as the feline-like child padded
towards him on all fours.
This child killer was beautiful, absolutely stunning, Jei licked his
lips, crouching beside him, "What are you doing way out here, Kitty?"
The boy didn't answer, and Jei frowned for a moment. Maybe this little
killer couldn't speak? Yes, that had to be it, "Well Kitty, I'm Jei.
You wanna come home with me?" This will show that upstart tart of a
mother of his. He could so have a pet! He'd just take care of this
boy... he could hunt those birds his sister was always complaining
about! Yes, then he'd be seen as more than just an idiot child...
The boy rubbed his head against Jei's side, apparently deciding that he
liked the pale haired, golden eyed preteen. Jei bounced to his feet
with a smile, and began to wander out of the park, the boy in tow, "I'm
going to call you Kitty. You'll be my pet, alright? And we'll hunt
those stupid birds together, and watch the blood rain down. Won't that
be fun? I'll probably have to get you a collar, Kitty, but that
shouldn't be to hard! I've seen some older people wearing collars
themselves. Strange people those," Kitty gave an odd, rumbling purr
that human vocal cords just should not have been able to make, as if in
agreement.
"And we'll ahve to get you cleaned up, Mother doesn't like it when I
trail blood in the house. She doesn't much like blood at all. It's so
beautiful... I don't know how anyone could not like it." Jei continued
to chatter on to Kitty about his family, about his facination with
blood, with pain, with hurting things.
Jei's celebration of having a 'pet' did not last long, however. His
mother had, quite acidically, refused to let the blood splattered 'wild
child' into her home. She would not have something so... so... here,
she had just given an inarticulate sound and screamed at Jei to take
the boy back to whatever hovel he'd found Kitty in.
Jei had stormed out, Kitty growling at his mother before the black
haired boy followed. Jei had proceeded to find a small place for Kitty
to sleep, before pushing his 'pet' into the space, "Now, Kitty, you
can't stay with me in the house, but you can stay here, and I'll take
care of you, alright?"
And so it went, for two weeks, Jei cared for Kitty, growing accoustomed
to having the feral child following him everywhere, at least when his
mother wasn't around. The irish boy had even found a dog collar to put
around his pet's neck, with 'Kitty' painstakingly carved into a small
silvered piece of metal. The tag having been fastened to the collar by
way of a piece of thick string.
With the sun beating down on them, Jei and Kitty made their way into
the middle of the market. The people around them gave them a wide
berth, having already seen Kitty's 'amazing'-- more like terrifying--
ability to slash through anything with his curled, claw-like fingers.
It wasn't like either of them were actually there to buy anything. Oh
no, they were there to attempt to find something to hunt. Kitty had
been feed an almost steady diet of meats, either cooked or raw, it
didn't really matter. All that mattered was that Kitty ate what Kitty
wanted.
"There you are, Boy!" barked a rather loud voice, in japanese. Jei
ignored it, but Kitty stiffened, pulling back slightly and hissing
loudly at the man. At this rather unsual reaction, Jei turned.
"What's wrong, Kitty?" A large, fat, and balding asian man wearing a
karate gi that looked like it had seen better days, stood in front of
Kitty. He frowned at Jei, before snagging Kitty by the back of his
brand new black t-shirt, "Hey! Leave Kitty alone!"
The large man switched over to highly broken English, "He my son,
I do what want with him."
Jei growled, springing at the man in a wild attempt to take back his
Kitty. He was batted out of the air, by the large man's thick arm. The
pale boy slammed back into a wall, coughing up blood as his head
cracked roguhly against it. Jei shook out his head, momentarily
surprised by the lack of pain that he had expected from such an impact.
Sure he didn't hurt easily, but even he thought slaming into a wall
would hurt.
When he managed to orientate himself again, Kitty and the man were
gone. An unintelligable roar of fury welled up in his throat, and he
let it loose. The man had taken his Kitty. Kitty was his! Someone
was going to pay for taking his Kitty...
End Prologue