Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters
This is my fic so I made it so that the war only lasted one year and all the g-boys are 16, and Trowa is 17. The remaining Oz members found Kalika's body. What now?
Nine Lives- Chapter 2
It had been ten years since the accident and I had forgotten almost everything before my life in the jungle. I had no need for verbal speech here and was no longer sure if I would be able to speak even if I tried.
After helping the tigress and falling asleep in the broken body of the plane I had woken up to a sharp pain in my side. It was time to pay the price for helping a living creature that should have died.
Sure I can heal a person or animal if they are hurt, but the gift I carry is not without its price. Once I heal the other I'm fine until my body realizes what has happened and the loss of energy. The wound I heal on another will come back to me in due time; tearing open my skin and taking its place on my body where it will slowly heal in a matter of hours depending on the severity of the wound. I don't know exactly how all of it works…I mean to heal an animal who has an anatomy completely different than my own, it's difficult to say where the wound will appear on my own body. It's a risk I take each time I use my powers, but I would rather be the one in pain if it saves another. I don't pretend to fully understand how my body functions but I do what I think is right and hope that someday I will have a chance to rest.
I was only twelve then, but I understood that things were not going to be easy for me. The gunshot wound meant that there were people on this piece of land, but if they were poachers I didn't think it would be safe to seek their help. I didn't want to be the next head they mounted on their wall of trophies.
I don't remember how long I had been in the plane trying not to scream in pain, but I must have passed out sometime. When I had regained consciousness the tigress I had helped was lying at my side. Eyes open staring right at me.
The events that followed were wondrous and frightening at the same time. Eventually I became what I am today.
Now all that remains of my life ten years ago are the fading voices of my parents in my head.
In the years that followed my hair grew well past my waist and I slowly forgot what it was like to use verbal speech, to eat with manners and dress in proper attire. I still had my modesty and covered up what I could, but what I wore was far from what I remembered my parents and others wearing, and with no one to teach me anything other than how to survive I grew up wild and free in the jungle.
Then I heard it. A gun being fired. I was deathly still and was afraid of what was to come. I went into a cave with some other animals and waited when I heard another gunshot this time accompanied by a growl. I ran outside in a burst of speed and saw what I feared most. The tigress I had affectionately called Pala now lay on the ground, a red stain quickly growing on her side.
"Pala!" I screamed, making it sound more like a sound than a word.
The people with the guns in their hands turned towards me with shock written all over their faces, but they concealed it as soon as I saw it. I walked towards Pala with caution, and started to pull her body away so that I could heal her away from the eyes of these 'people'. Pala looked at me as if to say "Go" "leave me be". I wouldn't have it; I wouldn't let her die too. I looked away from the poachers for an instant, and that was my undoing. I felt a sharp prick in my arm before the world in front of me went black. The last thought I had was that I wanted Pala to live.
"She's waking up." I heard a voice say, but I didn't know what it meant.
I was tied to a table and my whole body felt as if it was fire. I saw blood, lots of it all over my body as people stood around me under the blinding white lights. I screamed and growled at everyone around me. There were test tubes and needles all around me, and that's all I remember before I felt a terrible cold put out the fire in my body.
