My Name Is Ookami
A/N: Hey, this is part one of 3 (I think, it might be 4) of My Name is Ookami. Basically, it tells about Ookami's tale prior to The Unknown Keyblade Master. The opening for this chapter, was taken, revised, and edited and placed into that story but is not completely the same. Also, if you're against cruelty to girls who don't remember who they are, idiots who can't wield a sword, or girls with crushes on Sephiroth, this isn't for you. I recommend... Well, none of my stories!
But if you don't mind that, then I say check out my story (Unknown Keyblade Master- Ookami's Tale) or Unknown Keyblade Master Revised, by Dark Spyke.
Once again, this is my take on how Ookami changed and became who she is now after the 'incident' and how exactly she lost her memory.
Xilver: I love you! XD Not like that! But you need to update your fic...
Spyke: I love you! XD What's it matter? Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or anything to do with it. I love the games though and I wrote this purely out of fun.
Ookami sighed, hand on the wall as she walked up the stairs half paying attention to the world around her. It wasn't fair really... Spyke got to go off on an adventure and left her stuck all alone in the small house with Sephiroth... Well she could kick Sephiroth out... It wasn't like he actually lived here... but still...
She liked Sephiroth. What she meant was, she didn't like him, she just... liked him. He was, after all, the first person she met after joining this living hell. She might not have liked him just then, but, she did indeed like him now. He was her Sephiroth. She blinked in confusion at that train of thought and sighed. Sephiroth only liked her because she made a mean white rice and country gravy. Okay, so he hadn't actually tasted it yet...
She sighed again, and opened her door and entered the small-ish room. She was really bored, she realized, and with Spyke gone that meant there was nothing to do. She looked around, the stars were all out, it being light now, so it didn't seem so bad anymore. She rubbed the back of her head and began to pace the small room. She could follow, but Spyke might get mad. Or, she could stay behind, and be bored out of her wits.
Neither were very pleasant ideas.
But she would rather be dead then bored...
Well, so death didn't sound so bad. She was used to it by now. Well... she sighed. It was all Sephiroth's fault.
Sephiroth...
She kicked Sephiroth's sleeping bag, before kneeling and rolling it up and tying it. Staring at it for a moment, she kicked it across the room, where it collided with her dresser knocking a lamp on the floor where it shattered.
"Dammit!" she hissed, rushing over and carefully picking up the sharp shards, but not carefully enough as one sliced the tip of her finger. "Damn it!" she hissed again.
She stuck the finger in her mouth, sucking at the blood, staring at the shards on the floor half heartedly. Everything started to blur and she suddenly felt really dizzy. Pushing herself to her feet, she stumbled across the floor, with no given direction in mind, until she finally managed to collapse on Sephiroth's unrolled sleeping bad.
"Oh," she managed to mumble, before closing her eyes and passing out.
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"Don't let go!"
Those were the wisest words she heard all day. But when she saw a faded envelope slip from her vest pocket, she had no choice but to let go of the other girls hand and to reach for it.
Sadly to say, that was probably the dumbest thing she'd done all day. The darkness seized this opportunity to pull her away from her friends grip, until all that she could do was listen helplessly to them scream her name.
"Spykeee!" she heard herself call out before swallowed by the darkness completely.
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"Owie..." she mumbled softly.
"It's alive," someone said.
"Obviously," a second someone said, agitated.
"Show some compassion..."
"Spyke!" The girl called out, sitting up and clutching her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Say what?" The first person said.
The girl looked over to see a small... goat... thing next to her, and a tall, and highly annoyed silver haired pretty boy. She wiped her eyes quickly and found an envelope in her hand. She looked at it carefully, unsure of the importance.
"Who are you kid?" the goat thing asked.
"I'm... not sure," she replied in a soft voice.
"Interesting name," the goat thing frowned, "Your parents call you that?"
"I... don't know..."
"Well, what do you know?" the pretty boy hissed, "Like, why you fell on me?"
"I'm not sure."
"I guess you don't have a place to stay then," the goat thing said, and the girl shook her head, no, "Well, I'm Phil and this is my coliseum. Can you fight?"
"I don't know," she replied.
"Well, you sure can give Seph a run for his money if you ever fall from the sky again," Phil smiled.
"I fell?"
"Like an angel."
"Like a rock."
Phil glared at Sephiroth, who strode from the room, annoyed at the fact he wasn't going to get a straight answer. The girl looked at Phil who shook his head and she smiled faintly.
"How about this kid, you fight and if you're good enough, I'll let you stay," Phil said.
"Really?" The girl asked, "Thank you so much!"
"Follow me and we'll find a weapon small enough for you."
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"What? You've got to be kidding!"
Sephiroth's anger was evident as he yelled at Phil, and at a cowering red haired female, loosely holding a bow and a futon in the other hand.
"No I'm not, you're the only one who might be able to bring this girl to her full potential," Phil scowled, hands on his hips.
"Mr. Phil, sir, I think he'd kill me," the girl mumbled.
"What? No, Seph's really a teddy bear," Phil grinned.
The eye twitch was undeniable, as well as the aggravated twitching of the wing and clenching of the fists. Phil smirked. Sephiroth couldn't hurt him.
"Fine," Sephiroth growled, "You sleep on the floor; you're to do as I tell you, and to leave me alone other wise."
"Yes sir!" The girl said, bowing low and thus dropping all her stuff onto the floor.
"Take care of her Seph, she gets hurt it's your fault," Phil said, closing the old wooden door as he left the room.
The girl finished picking up her stuff and opened her mouth to ask Sephiroth where to put the futon and saw him pointing at the corner furthest from his bed. This was about three feet away, given the size of the room.
She lay the futon down and did her best to spread out the small wrinkles as she lay her bow, and quiver of dud arrows on it. Next to that she dropped a small backpack which contained a pair of faded blue shorts and an overly large white button down shirt—the closest they could find to something her size.
"Mr. Sephiroth, sir?" She asked, seeing him sitting on his bed, back against the cool stone wall and a large book propped on his lap.
The male raised his eyes to meet hers, and she immediately bowed down again, quickly and repeatedly.
"What is it you idiot?" He asked, annoyed.
"I'm hungry Mr. Sephiroth, sir."
"God," Sephiroth growled, snapping his book shut and striding to the door when he froze, "Come on kid, your training starts now."
"What?" she asked confused, eyes wide.
Sephiroth glared at her, and she nodded obediently, grabbing her quiver and bow and following him through the halls to the large open field. She looked around quickly, eyes scanning a group of people sparring with each other around the area, or just sitting in stadium seats and talking.
She noticed, sadly, there were only a handful of females.
"Can you fight with anything else?" Sephiroth asked, eyeing the feeble bow.
"I'm not strong enough to lift the swords," she said.
"Kiran!" Sephiroth called, and the blond male immediately looked there away, "give me that sword."
"Sure Seph—Sephiroth!" The male handed it over then spotted the girl, "Hey, who's the kiddo? What's your name hun?"
"Its get lost before I'm forced to kill you," Sephiroth replied calmly.
"Tech, see you around hun," Kiran sighed, waving as he walked away.
"Mr. Sephiroth, sir? Permission to speak freely?" She asked, and saw him nod, "You're really mean."
Sephiroth ignored her, and gestured for her to stand across from him. She did so, unsure of what was yet to happen. She noticed a couple of the sparring groups gather around nearby, interested in what was going on.
"Catch," Sephiroth said, tossing the practice sword.
"What?" The girl squeaked, jumping back before it hit her.
Just from the look on her 'master's' face, she knew she had just found herself on his shitlist—if she hadn't been there already.
"I said catch, not show the world I'm weak," Sephiroth said coldly, "now pick it up."
"Meanie," the girl mumbled.
She stepped forward and grabbed the sword by its hilt and lifted it up. She let out a squeak before stumbling backwards under its wait and crashing into Kiran who was watching, highly interested.
Sephiroth would have smacked his forehead if he wasn't so cool.
The girl stood up straight, doing her best to hold it in front of her, despite the fact it was probably twice her weight.
"Hit me," Sephiroth said.
"What?"
"Hit me."
"But, Mr. Sephiroth, sir!"
"Do it!"
"Yes sir," the girl mumbled weakly, before hoisting her weapon up and lunging at Sephiroth.
The male didn't even need to step aside as she tripped before she ever reached him. She lowered her head in shame, not quite used to utter humiliation. But a swift kick followed by a sharp stinging pain in her side, and the sudden realization that she was laying on her back, was all she needed to be snapped out of reality.
A rain of cries of 'foul play' filled the crowd, but Sephiroth ignored them, knelt next to the girl, and pulled her up by the front of her shirt, glaring at her coldly. She turned her face away, but strong hands forced her to look at him.
"You can eat- and only can you eat- when you are able to strike me," Sephiroth said coldly, before pushing her back down, throwing the sword on her stomach and walking a few steps away.
The girl stood, trying to hide the tears that slid down her face but to no avail. Sephiroth was all that stood in the way of happiness. Of sweet, wonderful, can't live without it food.
She lunged at him again with the sword, scraping the ground next to him, and catching his foot in her stomach, knocking her backwards. Growling, she swung the sword at his ankle, not bothering to rise completely, only to have him stomp his foot on it.
Without thinking, she leaned over and kicked his ankle from under him in a surprise attack. Surprised slightly, he shifted his weight to remain standing, and kicked her in the stomach again.
"You little-"
"You said I had to hit you, Mr. Sephiroth, sir!" She cried out, aggravated as he kicked the sword from her hand.
"She's right you know," Kiran spoke up, "You never said how she had to."
Sephiroth glared, nodded his head and left. The girl nodded her head weakly, before falling back from her sitting position, collapsed on the ground.
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TBC
Ookami the Great