~ Kitten's ~ Angel ~
sequel to 'kitten'
by
Alexia Goddess
Chapter One:
Daughter of a Legend
Date: October, 17 A.I. (After Invasion)
"Move it, already!" The young woman snarled at the soldier who was
standing, open mouthed and wide eyed. The soldier jumped, looked at his
commander with wide eyes, then nodded vigorously and lifted his firearm
to aim at one of the monstrous creatures that were swooping down on
them in swarms.
"Incoming!" The woman's captain screamed. She whirled, her eyes widened
to the size of saucers.
"Oh, sh-" She didn't finish her curse, however, as the incoming
bombardment of assorted explosives rained down on them, exploding on
contact, be that contact ground, gun, rock, or human.
When the dust settled -as much as dust can settle in the middle of a
battle- the woman looked up with wide sea green eyes, flecked with gold,
and cursed venomously in every language she knew as she pulled herself
to her feet.
It only took the female commander moments to assess the new situation
after that last attack...
"RETREAT!" The woman bellowed, grabbing a discarded automatic gun the
size of her arm as she ran for the transport vehicles. She passed a
soldier trying to get up -his leg had been blown off- and she bent to
lift him up. He groaned, and slung an arm over her shoulder, letting
her support him. Together they trudged to the vehicles, and she passed
him into the arms of a fellow foot soldier, who lifted him onto the
truck.
Another soldier behind her tried to get into the truck, but the driver
snarled at her.
"This one's full!" The driver gunned the engine. The woman took one
glance inside and then promptly reached over and punched the driver.
"Bakayaro!" The woman snarled, cursing him in her uncle's native
tongue. "There's plenty more room! Pack this thing full, you hear me?
DO YOU HEAR ME, SOLDIER?" She boomed when he only stared at her. The
driver nodded vigorously, and the woman shoved the soldier that was
behind her into the truck.
Another bomb landed, shaking the ground and forming a small crater in
the center of their camp; bodies were tossed to and froe like rag dolls.
"C'mon, move it, move it!" The woman bellowed without a pause to the
stream of retreating warriors. Her throat constricted as her eyes
caught on the number of dead bodies that littered the ground for miles.
Bile rose in her throat, and she shoved it down mercilessly, and went
to assist a man carrying a woman whom had a dislocated arm and a leg
that would probably have to be amputated.
When the man and woman were safely stowed in a helicopter, the woman
again turned to survey the damage before she herself climbed into a
chopper.
She couldn't believe it...
All this blood, all this carnage and chaos and death...
It was all her fault.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
"We can't hold out like this much longer," The statement was blunt and
firm. The same woman from the battlefield, now with a bandage around
her forehead and knee, turned away from the window, a brandy glass in
hand, to face the silhouette of a broad shouldered man standing in the
doorway to her room.
"I know, Sirus," She said wearily, and slumped into a thread-bare,
read-to-fall-apart- arm chair. She drained the glass in one gulp and
set it on a round table. The man entered the room, and thick metal,
automatic closing/opening doors slid closed with a whoosh. The dim
light illuminated the man's slight gaunt features, a side affect of
malnurishment, something every human was suffering from nowadays.
The man, 'Sirus,' approached the woman and bent so that he was eye-level
with her, squatting in front of her. He put a hand on her knee
comfortingly.
"Hey," He said, quietly. The woman looked up, and forced a weary smile.
"Hi," She replied. She then sighed heavily, and chewed on a thumbnail.
"You're right," She said softly. "We can't do this much longer. We
lost nearly a third of our forces today, and we barely dented the
Darklyrs." She rubbed her brow again. "There are just too many of them,
and our ammunition too primitive, and those of us that *do* have any
magi powers are either dead, traitors, spies, or too weak to do anything."
Silence...
"And its all my fault," She whispered. Sirus's hanging head snapped up,
his dark Prussian blue eyes flashing.
"Take that back right now!" He hissed. The woman blinked.
"But its true!" She insisted. "If I had never been born none of this
would have happened!"
"You had no choice in being born!" Sirus cried. "It is *not* your
fault! And I refuse to let you, my best friend, continue thinking like
that! I won't! Come on! You're the daughter of the two most power
magi workers there ever were, and I'm the son of the former Queen of
the Earth and the best Gundam Pilot there ever was! We should be above
this! Especially you!"
The woman snorted. "Oh, really? Being my mother's daughter sure did me
a lot of good. I didn't inherit one speck of her powers, and you being
your Father's son isn't all that much help either; even Gundams don't
do anything the Darklyrs."
"Damnit, Angel!" Sirus slammed a hand down on the table and stood up.
"You have to quit thinking like this! Quit being so darn pessimistic
and negative! What happened to that spitfire 'I don't take no crap from
anyone' attitude I used to love about you? Huh? Well?"
"It died when my mother died because of *me!*" The woman, Angel,
snarled and jumped to her feet, enraged. "What's a little self pity
when our whole friggin' resistance is about to be blown out of the sky?"
Sirus clenched his fists so tight they trembled. Abruptly, he loosened
his hands, his right arms shooting out and he grabbed ahold of Angel's
wrist.
"Come with me," He hissed. "There's a reason I wanted to talk to you."
Angel followed behind Sirus mutely as he pulled her out the door and
into the crumbling corridor, scowling the whole way as he lead her to
the largest hanger bay they had, the only one decently still intact.
She expected him to show her the depressed troops, or that he had found
another underground well, something to a) give her resolve or b) boost
her spirits. What she came face to face with when she entered the
hanger bay did both and so much more, though at first she just stood
there, gaping with shallow breaths at the giant, glimmering structure
before her.
"Like it?" Sirus's grin was positively smug as he smirked. Angel closed
her mouth with some effort, then opened it again; the tiniest squeak
came out, and Sirus, along with two other mechanics that walked over,
burst out laughing.
"It...its beautiful..." Angel finally breathed. Sirus grinned and took
her elbow, guiding her up to the foot of the giant, shining thing.
Angel reached out and touched the smooth, silver-black polished paint
gingerly, almost afraid it might break.
"I can't believe it..." She said softly, placing both hands on the cool
metal as she gazed upwards at it. "A...a Gundam..." Memories of
newspaper clippings came to mind, one in particular. She looked to
Sirus. "Epion?" She asked incredulously. Sirus nodded.
"The other Gundams were completely destroyed, but the man who built
this one was sly."
"Treize Kushreinada," Angel murmured. Yes, she remembered stories of
sly fox. Sirus nodded again in confirmation.
"He knew that Epion would one day be destroyed, so he built it in such
a way so that when it was destroyed or self destructed, it would
separate into hundreds of messy looking pieces, creating the illusion
that it was destroyed beyond repair, when in reality it had only turned
itself into a giant complex puzzle." He was grinning now, knowing he
had shocked Angel good and thorough. "Well, we found the pieces, those
that were left, which was almost all of it, and the hidden blue prints
to put it back together." Now, he, too, touched the silver-black metal.
"And as you can see, with a few modifications and a new paint job, its
as good as new."
"What sort of modifications?" Angel murmured distractedly as she
stepped away and headed for the stairs that lead to a thin platform
that went all the way around the wall, almost to the ceiling. Sirus
followed her, trying to hid his nervous attitude. So intent on examining
the massive machine from her new standing point high up, at eye level
with the thing, that Angel didn't notice her best friend lack of reply.
It was giant, barely fitting in the hanger bay. It was at least fifty
stories high. Its eyes were large and slanted, with a dark sea green
tinge, the same as her own eyes and framed with silver. The entire
thing was painted a silver-black paint that changed color with the
light, like hematite when polished. The trimmings were solid metallic
silver, with a few glimmers of gold here and there.
"She's beautiful," Angel murmured, her eyes sweeping over the grand,
silver-metal-boned black dragon wings and long, silver spiked tail.
"She?" Sirus echoed with a raised eyebrow. Angel smirked at him.
"Yes. She." Angel said firmly. She gnawed a lip. "What's her official
designation and code name?" She asked softly. Sirus grinned.
"Well," The dark honey golden haired, Prussian blue eyed young man
started. "It was *such* a hard decision -ow!" He cried in mocking
indignation when Angel slapped his shoulder, not missing the sarcasm
in his voice. She gave him a playfully warning look, and he grinned
and wiggled his ears, something he had learned from her Uncle Duo...
Angel sobered when remembering the wonderful, playful, always joking
man that was really no blood relation at all. Sirus noticed this and
switched to answering her question.
"Its official registered as Zero X 02546 DragonRage Epion. The soldiers
and mechanics call it the Dragon for short," His mouth twitched in an
amused grin. "When the boys and I heard it, we started calling it...
Well, we'll stop if you tell us to, but we started calling it
Shinimejenya."
Angel's mouth spread in a wide grin. "Its perfect," She said with a
smile. "Mother would love it, I'm sure..."
Sirus, though the thought occurred to him, decided to refrain from
mentioning that Angel hadn't seen her mother alive since she was five.
Most of her information and memories came from pictures and stories
provided by the former Gundam Pilots, only legends now, whom had been
like uncles to her. The 'leader' of the pilots, 01, Heero Yuy, had been
Sirus's father.
Sirus's own spirits fell for a moment, mourning the loss of such great
men... They, along with Angel's mother and father, Kiticatya -called
Kitten, then- and Axis had mounted what was to be a final, desperate
attempt to take out the Darklyr's headquarters.
None of them ever came back.
"You mentioned some modifications," Angel said. "I'm assuming you mean
beside the paint job and color and some slight style alternations."
Again, Sirus fidgeted, and this time Angel noticed, and gave him a
suspicious look.
"What is it?" She demanded, frowning. Sirus glanced at her out of the
corner of his eye, and pushed away from his position of leaning on the
railing.
"Come with me," He said, and, curious and a bit miffed, Angel followed.
They went down the steps again, passed Shinimejenya the Gundam, and
into a office like room that lead off of the hanger.
"Now, what is it?" She demanded once more, hands on her thread-bare,
knee-torn black jean clad hips. Sirus sighed and turned to face her.
"Okay, here it is plain and simple." He told her. Angel was glad he
wasn't going to beat around the bush.
"We know that at the moment of your birth, a massage energy discharge
was given off, and you were infested with some alien spirit of unknown
origin or morals or intentions. It lay dormant until your seventh
birthday, where it nearly killed you taking your life energy to open a
portal to a third dimension, letting in the Darlyrs."
"Your point?" Angel growled. Sirus held up his hands in defense.
"My point," He said. "Is that we all know we're not going to win this
war, and humanity will soon be extinct, and earth nothing but a
graveyard rock. So," He continued. He clasped his hands behind his
back and stared me in the eye. "What modifications did we make to
DragonRage Epion?" He smirked slightly. "Time, my dear Angel. Your
Gundam Shinimejenya is a Time Machine."
To Be Continued...
I'm going to say this quickly to get this out of the way; if you are
reading this, and you have not read my other story, entitled 'Kitten,'
I STRONGLY suggest you do so, otherwise this will seem VERY confusing
in some parts, though I will do my best to make it so that if you for
some reason don't want to read 'Kitten' it will be easy enough to
understand that you will still enjoy this fic.
Weeeeell??? Ya like? This is more of a prologue, really. Is this what
anyone expected? I wanted to do something original. If any of you
reading this are Sailor Moon fans and relate this to Rini in the Sailor
Moon R season, THIS IDEA IS NOT FROM SAILOR MOON!!!!!!!!!!! I admit,
its similar, but it was not inspired by that.
Hey, are any of you Animorph readers? It struck me the other day how
alike some of the characters are.... Duo = Marco, Rachel = Dorothy
(somewhat...) Heero = Jake (ESPECIALLY the last twenty books...MAN
those guys are alike!) Quatre is soooo Cassie, and Wufei I think semi
relates to Ax...
Anyway, I'm bored so I thought I'd mention it.
Oh, and if you haven't already, please read my other Gundam Wing fic,
'My Fair Princess.' I only have the first chapter up because I want to
see if it is interesting enough to be worth continuing, and to see if I
have enough an audience to make it worth while.
Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed this! Keep checking for chap two! Ja ne!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I OWN NOTHING PERTAINING TO GUNDAM
WING SAVE MY OWN CREATIONS (ANGEL, KITTEN, SIRUS, SHINIMJENYA,
DRAGONRAGE EPION, ECT.) AND THIS PLOT. 'KITTEN'S ANGEL' IS (C) ALEXIA
GODDESS, 2002. ANY UNAUTHORIZED DUPLICATION AND/OR USE OF ORIGINAL
PROPERTY/IDEAS IS SUBJECT TO LEGAL LAWSUIT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*
sequel to 'kitten'
by
Alexia Goddess
Chapter One:
Daughter of a Legend
Date: October, 17 A.I. (After Invasion)
"Move it, already!" The young woman snarled at the soldier who was
standing, open mouthed and wide eyed. The soldier jumped, looked at his
commander with wide eyes, then nodded vigorously and lifted his firearm
to aim at one of the monstrous creatures that were swooping down on
them in swarms.
"Incoming!" The woman's captain screamed. She whirled, her eyes widened
to the size of saucers.
"Oh, sh-" She didn't finish her curse, however, as the incoming
bombardment of assorted explosives rained down on them, exploding on
contact, be that contact ground, gun, rock, or human.
When the dust settled -as much as dust can settle in the middle of a
battle- the woman looked up with wide sea green eyes, flecked with gold,
and cursed venomously in every language she knew as she pulled herself
to her feet.
It only took the female commander moments to assess the new situation
after that last attack...
"RETREAT!" The woman bellowed, grabbing a discarded automatic gun the
size of her arm as she ran for the transport vehicles. She passed a
soldier trying to get up -his leg had been blown off- and she bent to
lift him up. He groaned, and slung an arm over her shoulder, letting
her support him. Together they trudged to the vehicles, and she passed
him into the arms of a fellow foot soldier, who lifted him onto the
truck.
Another soldier behind her tried to get into the truck, but the driver
snarled at her.
"This one's full!" The driver gunned the engine. The woman took one
glance inside and then promptly reached over and punched the driver.
"Bakayaro!" The woman snarled, cursing him in her uncle's native
tongue. "There's plenty more room! Pack this thing full, you hear me?
DO YOU HEAR ME, SOLDIER?" She boomed when he only stared at her. The
driver nodded vigorously, and the woman shoved the soldier that was
behind her into the truck.
Another bomb landed, shaking the ground and forming a small crater in
the center of their camp; bodies were tossed to and froe like rag dolls.
"C'mon, move it, move it!" The woman bellowed without a pause to the
stream of retreating warriors. Her throat constricted as her eyes
caught on the number of dead bodies that littered the ground for miles.
Bile rose in her throat, and she shoved it down mercilessly, and went
to assist a man carrying a woman whom had a dislocated arm and a leg
that would probably have to be amputated.
When the man and woman were safely stowed in a helicopter, the woman
again turned to survey the damage before she herself climbed into a
chopper.
She couldn't believe it...
All this blood, all this carnage and chaos and death...
It was all her fault.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
"We can't hold out like this much longer," The statement was blunt and
firm. The same woman from the battlefield, now with a bandage around
her forehead and knee, turned away from the window, a brandy glass in
hand, to face the silhouette of a broad shouldered man standing in the
doorway to her room.
"I know, Sirus," She said wearily, and slumped into a thread-bare,
read-to-fall-apart- arm chair. She drained the glass in one gulp and
set it on a round table. The man entered the room, and thick metal,
automatic closing/opening doors slid closed with a whoosh. The dim
light illuminated the man's slight gaunt features, a side affect of
malnurishment, something every human was suffering from nowadays.
The man, 'Sirus,' approached the woman and bent so that he was eye-level
with her, squatting in front of her. He put a hand on her knee
comfortingly.
"Hey," He said, quietly. The woman looked up, and forced a weary smile.
"Hi," She replied. She then sighed heavily, and chewed on a thumbnail.
"You're right," She said softly. "We can't do this much longer. We
lost nearly a third of our forces today, and we barely dented the
Darklyrs." She rubbed her brow again. "There are just too many of them,
and our ammunition too primitive, and those of us that *do* have any
magi powers are either dead, traitors, spies, or too weak to do anything."
Silence...
"And its all my fault," She whispered. Sirus's hanging head snapped up,
his dark Prussian blue eyes flashing.
"Take that back right now!" He hissed. The woman blinked.
"But its true!" She insisted. "If I had never been born none of this
would have happened!"
"You had no choice in being born!" Sirus cried. "It is *not* your
fault! And I refuse to let you, my best friend, continue thinking like
that! I won't! Come on! You're the daughter of the two most power
magi workers there ever were, and I'm the son of the former Queen of
the Earth and the best Gundam Pilot there ever was! We should be above
this! Especially you!"
The woman snorted. "Oh, really? Being my mother's daughter sure did me
a lot of good. I didn't inherit one speck of her powers, and you being
your Father's son isn't all that much help either; even Gundams don't
do anything the Darklyrs."
"Damnit, Angel!" Sirus slammed a hand down on the table and stood up.
"You have to quit thinking like this! Quit being so darn pessimistic
and negative! What happened to that spitfire 'I don't take no crap from
anyone' attitude I used to love about you? Huh? Well?"
"It died when my mother died because of *me!*" The woman, Angel,
snarled and jumped to her feet, enraged. "What's a little self pity
when our whole friggin' resistance is about to be blown out of the sky?"
Sirus clenched his fists so tight they trembled. Abruptly, he loosened
his hands, his right arms shooting out and he grabbed ahold of Angel's
wrist.
"Come with me," He hissed. "There's a reason I wanted to talk to you."
Angel followed behind Sirus mutely as he pulled her out the door and
into the crumbling corridor, scowling the whole way as he lead her to
the largest hanger bay they had, the only one decently still intact.
She expected him to show her the depressed troops, or that he had found
another underground well, something to a) give her resolve or b) boost
her spirits. What she came face to face with when she entered the
hanger bay did both and so much more, though at first she just stood
there, gaping with shallow breaths at the giant, glimmering structure
before her.
"Like it?" Sirus's grin was positively smug as he smirked. Angel closed
her mouth with some effort, then opened it again; the tiniest squeak
came out, and Sirus, along with two other mechanics that walked over,
burst out laughing.
"It...its beautiful..." Angel finally breathed. Sirus grinned and took
her elbow, guiding her up to the foot of the giant, shining thing.
Angel reached out and touched the smooth, silver-black polished paint
gingerly, almost afraid it might break.
"I can't believe it..." She said softly, placing both hands on the cool
metal as she gazed upwards at it. "A...a Gundam..." Memories of
newspaper clippings came to mind, one in particular. She looked to
Sirus. "Epion?" She asked incredulously. Sirus nodded.
"The other Gundams were completely destroyed, but the man who built
this one was sly."
"Treize Kushreinada," Angel murmured. Yes, she remembered stories of
sly fox. Sirus nodded again in confirmation.
"He knew that Epion would one day be destroyed, so he built it in such
a way so that when it was destroyed or self destructed, it would
separate into hundreds of messy looking pieces, creating the illusion
that it was destroyed beyond repair, when in reality it had only turned
itself into a giant complex puzzle." He was grinning now, knowing he
had shocked Angel good and thorough. "Well, we found the pieces, those
that were left, which was almost all of it, and the hidden blue prints
to put it back together." Now, he, too, touched the silver-black metal.
"And as you can see, with a few modifications and a new paint job, its
as good as new."
"What sort of modifications?" Angel murmured distractedly as she
stepped away and headed for the stairs that lead to a thin platform
that went all the way around the wall, almost to the ceiling. Sirus
followed her, trying to hid his nervous attitude. So intent on examining
the massive machine from her new standing point high up, at eye level
with the thing, that Angel didn't notice her best friend lack of reply.
It was giant, barely fitting in the hanger bay. It was at least fifty
stories high. Its eyes were large and slanted, with a dark sea green
tinge, the same as her own eyes and framed with silver. The entire
thing was painted a silver-black paint that changed color with the
light, like hematite when polished. The trimmings were solid metallic
silver, with a few glimmers of gold here and there.
"She's beautiful," Angel murmured, her eyes sweeping over the grand,
silver-metal-boned black dragon wings and long, silver spiked tail.
"She?" Sirus echoed with a raised eyebrow. Angel smirked at him.
"Yes. She." Angel said firmly. She gnawed a lip. "What's her official
designation and code name?" She asked softly. Sirus grinned.
"Well," The dark honey golden haired, Prussian blue eyed young man
started. "It was *such* a hard decision -ow!" He cried in mocking
indignation when Angel slapped his shoulder, not missing the sarcasm
in his voice. She gave him a playfully warning look, and he grinned
and wiggled his ears, something he had learned from her Uncle Duo...
Angel sobered when remembering the wonderful, playful, always joking
man that was really no blood relation at all. Sirus noticed this and
switched to answering her question.
"Its official registered as Zero X 02546 DragonRage Epion. The soldiers
and mechanics call it the Dragon for short," His mouth twitched in an
amused grin. "When the boys and I heard it, we started calling it...
Well, we'll stop if you tell us to, but we started calling it
Shinimejenya."
Angel's mouth spread in a wide grin. "Its perfect," She said with a
smile. "Mother would love it, I'm sure..."
Sirus, though the thought occurred to him, decided to refrain from
mentioning that Angel hadn't seen her mother alive since she was five.
Most of her information and memories came from pictures and stories
provided by the former Gundam Pilots, only legends now, whom had been
like uncles to her. The 'leader' of the pilots, 01, Heero Yuy, had been
Sirus's father.
Sirus's own spirits fell for a moment, mourning the loss of such great
men... They, along with Angel's mother and father, Kiticatya -called
Kitten, then- and Axis had mounted what was to be a final, desperate
attempt to take out the Darklyr's headquarters.
None of them ever came back.
"You mentioned some modifications," Angel said. "I'm assuming you mean
beside the paint job and color and some slight style alternations."
Again, Sirus fidgeted, and this time Angel noticed, and gave him a
suspicious look.
"What is it?" She demanded, frowning. Sirus glanced at her out of the
corner of his eye, and pushed away from his position of leaning on the
railing.
"Come with me," He said, and, curious and a bit miffed, Angel followed.
They went down the steps again, passed Shinimejenya the Gundam, and
into a office like room that lead off of the hanger.
"Now, what is it?" She demanded once more, hands on her thread-bare,
knee-torn black jean clad hips. Sirus sighed and turned to face her.
"Okay, here it is plain and simple." He told her. Angel was glad he
wasn't going to beat around the bush.
"We know that at the moment of your birth, a massage energy discharge
was given off, and you were infested with some alien spirit of unknown
origin or morals or intentions. It lay dormant until your seventh
birthday, where it nearly killed you taking your life energy to open a
portal to a third dimension, letting in the Darlyrs."
"Your point?" Angel growled. Sirus held up his hands in defense.
"My point," He said. "Is that we all know we're not going to win this
war, and humanity will soon be extinct, and earth nothing but a
graveyard rock. So," He continued. He clasped his hands behind his
back and stared me in the eye. "What modifications did we make to
DragonRage Epion?" He smirked slightly. "Time, my dear Angel. Your
Gundam Shinimejenya is a Time Machine."
To Be Continued...
I'm going to say this quickly to get this out of the way; if you are
reading this, and you have not read my other story, entitled 'Kitten,'
I STRONGLY suggest you do so, otherwise this will seem VERY confusing
in some parts, though I will do my best to make it so that if you for
some reason don't want to read 'Kitten' it will be easy enough to
understand that you will still enjoy this fic.
Weeeeell??? Ya like? This is more of a prologue, really. Is this what
anyone expected? I wanted to do something original. If any of you
reading this are Sailor Moon fans and relate this to Rini in the Sailor
Moon R season, THIS IDEA IS NOT FROM SAILOR MOON!!!!!!!!!!! I admit,
its similar, but it was not inspired by that.
Hey, are any of you Animorph readers? It struck me the other day how
alike some of the characters are.... Duo = Marco, Rachel = Dorothy
(somewhat...) Heero = Jake (ESPECIALLY the last twenty books...MAN
those guys are alike!) Quatre is soooo Cassie, and Wufei I think semi
relates to Ax...
Anyway, I'm bored so I thought I'd mention it.
Oh, and if you haven't already, please read my other Gundam Wing fic,
'My Fair Princess.' I only have the first chapter up because I want to
see if it is interesting enough to be worth continuing, and to see if I
have enough an audience to make it worth while.
Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed this! Keep checking for chap two! Ja ne!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I OWN NOTHING PERTAINING TO GUNDAM
WING SAVE MY OWN CREATIONS (ANGEL, KITTEN, SIRUS, SHINIMJENYA,
DRAGONRAGE EPION, ECT.) AND THIS PLOT. 'KITTEN'S ANGEL' IS (C) ALEXIA
GODDESS, 2002. ANY UNAUTHORIZED DUPLICATION AND/OR USE OF ORIGINAL
PROPERTY/IDEAS IS SUBJECT TO LEGAL LAWSUIT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*