Hey guys! It's Kioku7 here with somehting a little... different. IF YOU'RE WONDERING ABOUT THE POKEMON FIC: I know, I need to work on it, but my computers been having problems again... blah blah blah, the server crashed, *Insert more excuses here* But when the server somes back up, I hope to post soon!... I also have a few stories in my head I want to crank out so they stop bugging me. It's like they're screaming: Write me! Write me! BUT ABOUT THIS FIC: See, I recently discovered the Law of Talos and... well, what can I say? I hope you guys like this fic! It won't be long, only a couple of chapters unless something comes up and I want to expand, but other than that, enjoy!

I Do NOT own the law of talos or any of the characters in this fic except ... Kitten... and ...Silver... (You'll see later.)


He didn't know how long he'd been standing there for. It seemed like hours, but something told him it was only a few minutes. The question had been rattling around in his head like the finger he had stored in it during his last fight, later to lose it in the machine intentionally.

Kill her now, or kill her later?

See, he'd just gotten up from his last battle with the kids, the ones he didn't get to kill, when he came across this girl just lying in the middle of the street, sleeping in a dead-like fashion. At first, he was skeptical. She was in the city, and therefore in the tournament, so this could very well be a trap. But after a while, he guessed that wasn't the case. If it was a trap, something would've happened a long time ago; he'd been standing over her for some time. She looked innocent enough too, but he knew from experience never to judge a book by its cover. The final conclusion was that she was either dead or sleeping. She couldn't have been dead, though. Those robots would've taken her body away like they'd done to the kids. And she isn't profusely bleeding, but then again it could be internal. So, if she wasn't dead or dying, was she sleeping? Why would she be sleeping in the middle of a fighting tournament, out in the open none-the-less? Oh, and one more thing.

She was human.

That, he could tell.

So, now he'd been debating on whether to kill her now, or later when she was awake. Quite frankly, his curiosity was getting the better of him, but when she woke up, she would run and that means he'd need to use even more energy to kill her. Of course he was going to kill her; she was a competitor and human.

It was just a matter of when.

His debate was settled for him when her eyes started to tighten, the first sign of awakening. Well, if he wasn't going to kill her, the least he could do was scare her, right?

When her eyes slowly opened moments later, they were quickly filled with alarm as she saw he was crouching over her head, his face about half a foot away from hers. Surprisingly, the alarm that filled her wide blue eyes was quickly replaced confusion a little too quickly for his comfort. His smile faltered by a small fraction and his eye twitched even less so.

"…Hello…" She started quietly, a tiny hint of uncertainty in her voice.

"Hi!" He started with his usual false cheerfulness, his smile now widening.

"…Where am I?" She asked after a while, studying his smile uneasily.

"Well, you're in a city that's hosting a battle tournament at the moment. Taitle, to be exact."

"Battle tournament?" She echoed after him.

"Yes ma'am." He smiled, showing his teeth. Her eyebrows scrunched together.

"That's funny, I don't remember anything about entering a tournament…" She trailed. "…Actually, I don't really remember….anything…" Oh, the amnesia excuse? She probably realized that he could kill her at any time and was playing the innocent card. But, he'd humor her for now and play along.

"Really?" He asked curiously with slight suspicion, leaning in so they were an inch or so apart.

"…Yeah." She answered after averting her eyes to the left. Karl tilted his head slightly.

"You know, like I said before, we're in a fighting tournament. And, like I told fish-boy before, trusting people here is hard. Saying things like that doesn't help."

"Fish-boy?" The girl asked curiously, looking back up at him, only to avert her eyes again moments later. He made a mental note on how quickly she changed the subject.

"Yes, Mizuno, I believe. Not everyone is a human here… which leads me to ask, are you human?" He asked the question he already knew the answer to in an eerie tone.

"I believe so… And you're not?" She guessed, glancing at him and keeping her eyes on him this time.

"You'd be correct." He smiled, practically flaunting his teeth. "So…you really don't remember anything?" Her gaze returned to the object that was so interesting to her left.

"…No." She replied after pausing. His lips pressed down into a closed smile.

"Why do you insist on lying?" Her eyes widened in surprise before narrowing and frowning. She kept her eyes trained to the left.

"I'm not lying." He had to smirk at this.

"Looking to your left is a universal sign of lying, I would know, I'm a liar myself. If you're not lying, why are you doing it right now?" This time she glanced at him before turning her head slightly to the left, along with her gaze.

"You're…um…kind of….close…" She trailed awkwardly. He blinked twice in response.

Well, he wasn't expecting that…

"Deary me!" He started smiling widely again. "I'm sorry; I forgot how humans are sensitive with their space!" He rose to stand over her. The girl finally looked him in the eyes again.

"It's cool. It's not such a big deal anyway." She pulled herself to sit up and look at him. He finally took notice of what she was wearing. It's not his fault, the idea of sleeping in the middle of the road baffled him. Her shirt was black with a red 'X' in the middle, with torn up short sleeves and tears here and there that stopped just above her stomach, ending with more torn marks. The shorts she wore stopped just above her knees and were loose and dark green, with cargo pant pockets on the bottom and yellow bands hanging off the sides. Funny, it was also torn up. Her green and white striped scarf, dark green gloves, and black sneakers with red laces were also worse for wear…. That was the funny thing though. There were rips and tears all over her clothes, but no cuts or bleeding anywhere on her pale skin. Her white bandages, two on her forearms and bandaging from the knees up to her hips, remained unscathed. (AN: Picture is on my Deviantart account, and the link can be found in my profile!)

Just who, or what, did she fight before obtaining this 'amnesia'?

"So, what's your name?" She asked him, breaking him of his thoughts.

"My lady, my name is Karl." He replied, bowing in a joking manner. She chuckled in response. "You wouldn't happen to remember your name, would you?" She thought for a moment, staring past him up at the blue sky.

"…No, sorry Karl." She frowned, shaking her head and focusing back on him. He shrugged at her, the eternal smile engraved on his face.

"No worries! I'll just call you…Kitten." He decided it was a fitting name, looking as innocent as one and all. And her blue eyes reminded him of a kitten he met once.

Before promptly killing it.

"Kitten?" Why that?" She asked curiously.

"Because you look as innocent like one." He shrugged again. She nodded.

"Well…okay then?" She asked uncertainly. Suddenly, Arma, who had been perching on a nearby street light when Kitten woke up, flew over and landed next to her. "Oh, what a gorgeous raven!" Kitten cooed after examining the shape shifter. Arma blinked and looked to Karl. Karl himself raised his eyebrows. "Is she yours?"

"Yes, she is. Her name is Arma." Kitten smiled widely.

"Arma. A pretty name for a beautiful raven like her. It's very fitting." Arma stepped closer to Kitten and Kitten pet her head with a gentle index finger. There was a brief silence. "Well, thank you Arma, I like you too." The smile was wiped from Karl's face.

"You can hear her?" He asked in disbelief. She turned to him, confused.

"Can't everyone?" She asked innocently.

"Oh, yeah, sure!" He lied, which caused her frown at him.

"Are you lying?" She accused.

"What makes you say that? Of course not!" Suddenly, her gaze was trained on Arma. He stuck a hand out for her to pull herself up with, but she barely noticed. "Did you know Arma's a shape shifter?" She turned to Karl and blinked at his hand, taking it.

She was standing with a midnight blade at her throat all too quickly.

"Yes," Karl started from behind her, head over her shoulder. "But how did you?" She eyed the blade warily.

"You wouldn't kill something that looks as innocent as a kitten would you?" He noted the subject change and pushed the blade closer to neck.

"Without hesitation." He smiled as a thin trail of blood trickled down her "Now about my question,"

"…I don't know exactly… my mind just connected the two."

"I don't like liars." He taunted her in a sing-song voice.

"…But you are one..." She pointed out calmly. Another subject change. K

"Kitten." He warned lowly. He saw the corners of her mouth twitch upwards.

"I'm just saying…" She dismissed. "But seriously. It feels like connecting a grenade to an explosion, or something like that." He spun her around and looked her in the eye. She stared back only to look away moments later like before. He blinked and stepped back so they were an arm's length apart. She looked back at him, smiling.

"Are you sure?" He asked, squinting slightly.

"Completely." She nodded. He didn't buy a single second of it.

"Okay…" He trailed. Now what to do with her? He could just kill her, but then he would never know how she knew if Arma was a shape shifter. What if there was someone he already fought going around telling them? Fish boy? He was dead, wasn't he? What if there was some sort of trick to seeing it that he didn't know about? If he left her alive though, wouldn't she go tell everyone? That wasn't an option either. So… what to do?

"Hey Karl?" The girl in question asked in front of him, breaking him of his thoughts. He focused on her again. "You wouldn't happen to know a way out of the tournament without dying, would you? I don't think a fighting tournament is the best place for me right now." Oh, she was planning to escape? No, no, no, he couldn't have that!

"Why yes Kitten! If you cross the city limits, you're out." She blinked.

"…That's it?"

"That's it." Karl smiled easily. She nodded in response.

"Could you point me in the direction to the closest city limit?"

"Sure! It's that way." He pointed behind her. She turned her back to him and turned aback.

"Well Karl, it's been fun. Thanks for everything!" Kitten smiled at him before beginning in that direction.

"Wait!" Karl exclaimed, following after her quickly. She stooped and looked at him. "You can't go alone! Competitors could kill you." She frowned.

"Why?"

"Anyone in the city is considered a competitor." He explained while smiling.

"…Oh… Hey Karl? You wouldn't mind… you know… walking me over there, would you?" She asked nervously.

"Of course not, Kitten!" He replied after a moment. The request puzzled him. He was expecting her to protest, but he would follow her anyway. Why would she want someone she knows is a killer to come with her? Oh. Now he gets it. She wants to keep an eye on him. Well, either way, he was going to follow her, so it didn't matter.

"Thanks Karl! Sorry to be such a burden on you!" She smiled brightly.

"No problem! We wouldn't want you to die off now, would we?" He had to know how she knew.

"Um…yeah…" She trailed uncertainly. They began walking next to each other.

"So, Kitten, do you play violin?" Karl asked as a conversation starter. She stopped and looked at him with an odd expression.

"Because I remember so much." She replied sarcastically to his curious stare. Okay, he guesses he shouldn't have tried to lift the amnesia excuse yet. The walking started up again. "Do you?" She asked after a minute. He smiled wider.

"Yes, I do." Kitten smiled again, gasping in excitement that he suspected was fake.

"You do?" She asked happily.

"Yes." His smile was proud now.

"Con you play so-" She stopped herself, frowning. "Sorry, that was a dumb question."

"What do you mean?" He asked curiously.

"I don't suppose you have a violin on you in a fighting competition, do you?"

"You'd be correct again, Kitten. That's two for two."

"You should stop keeping count now, I'm always right." She joked. He smiled widely again. "But when this is over, you have to play something for me, okay?" She smiled again.

"Sure, I don't play for people often." He added. "That is if we both end up alive."

"True." She nodded in agreement.

"Kit, I have a question for you." Karl started.

"Shoot." She shrugged.

"If you lost your memory, how did you know what a violin is?" He asked, smiling because he knew he caught her. She frowned.

"It's funny," She started to explain. "I remember things like that, how to walk and talk for example, but things about myself and an exception of a few things are just a blank. I can't explain it." His smile twitched. He would catch her eventually. They walked in silence for a few minutes.

"So, Kitten, what's the color that has your best preference as of now?" He didn't know what was so funny about what he said, but she burst out laughing. "What's so funny?"

"What's the color that has your best preference as of now?" She quoted, still laughing. "You could've just said: What's your favorite color, you know." He grinned.

"But that isn't unique."

"True. Things are way cooler if you put them in a 'unique' way." She nodded, laughter still present, but not as much as before. "But the color that has my best preference as of now would be… blue. " She answered his question.

"Why blue?"

"Blue feels like a mellow color to me, I guess." He nodded.

"You're right, blue is mellow, but I like grey right now the best. It's the perfect balance color. Like the perfect mix of black and white, or good and evil." He explained while avoiding a part of a collapsed building.

"Or dark and light." Kitten added. He nodded in agreement.

"Exactly." Suddenly, they came across a thick black line painted on the ground that stretched for miles to their left and to their right.

"The city limits?" Kitten guessed.

"Three for three." Karl reminded her. A green robot speedily made its way towards them from the other side.

"Once you have crossed the city limits, you are out of the tournament." It informed them in a monotone, lifeless voice. Kitten nodded.

"Excuse me! Could I ask you two questions?" Karl asked suddenly. Not waiting for a response, he went on right ahead. "First, if someone exits the city and tournament, can they come back in? And second, how much of yourself is allowed across the limit border without being disqualified from the tournament?" Truly, he wanted to grab that robot and rip in to shreds. It reminded him too much of the robots that took away the kids. In fact, he thinks it was one of the robots that took away the kids. The robot caught where he was going and backed away from the border-line and Karl's arm span, confirming Karl's suspicions.

"You are only allowed to pass a single limb over the boundary line without being disqualified. As for your first question, yes, they would be allowed in, but that person would be taken out of the tournaments rosters, like they would if they left the city or lost." Karl's shouldered sagged as he smiled innocently, but annoyed, at the robot. Kitten turned to him.

"Well Karl, it's been fun…ner." She added with a laugh after remembering she said something similar before. He grinned.

"Fun-ner isn't a word, Kit."

"You know what I mean." She snorted. "See you on the other side?" Kitten stuck a hand out in front of her for him to shake. He stared at it for a moment.

"Absolutely." He replied, taking the hand and shaking it. She smiled back at him.

"Good! Besides, you still have to play for me, remember?" She asked. He nodded. "See ya Karl." Kitten turned and stepped out of the city of Taitle completely.

What she failed to realize though, is that Karl had yet to let go of her hand.

In the next three seconds, Kitten was gasping for air, eyes shut tightly. Her stomach was killing her with pain when she regained her breath. Confused as to what exactly happened, she snapped her eyes open.

She came face to face with a familiar orange coat centimeters away from her face.

"What the-" She could feel blood rushing to her head, so she lifted it only to find she was being taken farther and farther away from the city limits. Realization struck her like lightning. "Karl? What are you doing? Put me down!" She protested in his grip. Her stomach ached with each movement on his solid shoulder. She began to pound on his back, only to immediately stop and cradle her hand to her chest, her lesson learned the hard way.

"This wouldn't have happened if you just answered my question truthfully before." He stated, continuing to walk further and further away from the robot.

"What question?" She asked, squirming around, continually trying to get off his shoulder.

"How you knew Arma was a shape shifter." He replied easily, tightening his grip on her because of her squirming.

"Karl! I already told you I don't know! Arma, please tell him something!"

"Kitten! I already told you I don't believe you! Arma, please tell her something!" He mocked. All too quickly were they back at the place they met, and then beyond that. Karl took a few sharp turns, throwing off Kitten's sense of direction and any hope that she'd be able to retrace their steps, before turning into an abandoned building. He went straight for the stairs and rushed up them.

"Karl, could you put me down now?" Kitten asked as he raced up them, bouncing up and down uncomfortably and harshly slamming into his shoulder with each step.

"Nope." She was sure he was smiling; she could hear it in his voice. After what felt like forever, Karl stopped and turned into a hallway, swinging open the first door he saw. He dragged a chair to the middle of the room that was next to the door and then plopped Kitten in it. She rubbed her stomach, glaring up at him. "Now, are you going to tell me how you knew?" Karl asked, leaning in with half-lidded eyes.

"I already told you, I don't-" The door slammed behind him and locked with a click.

"Sit tight Kitten, I'll be back later. Maybe then you'll be ready to talk." He informed before thumping down the steps.

Now what?

An hour later, he was still wandering through Taitle, looking for a competitor. He knows he shouldn't be wasting energy and should be lying low for now, but it was still daylight outside. There could be someone easy to kill off for all he knew. But still unsuccessful an hour later, he decided it was time to go talk to Kitten. He was sure she would talk now. He was bored, and he wasn't locked in a room. She must be dying to get out!

Now if he could just find the building he left her in…

Aha! There it is!

He climbed up the stairs easily and soon was standing in front of the door he left her behind, unlocking it.

"Kitten, I'm home!" He informed in sing-song voice when he swung the door open, eyes shut. When there was no response what-so-ever, his eyes snapped open to see an empty room.

Where was she?

He walked in cautiously and looked around. The two windows in that room weren't broken, and both were locked. The door's lock itself looked untouched. There wasn't anywhere in the room she could hide. He spotted an air vent in the corner of the room and went to go check if it was loose. It wasn't.

So where did she go?


And that was the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it! Leave a review to tell me what you thought! If you did like it, no worries, more is coming soon! I apologize for any OOC-ness! Alright! With that, I'll see you soon!

~Kioku7