Answer to Grace Raven's question is: yes, I'm going to have Cooro and others in it. I think it says that in the summary. It might take a while though 'cause I need to get the background strait. Maybe around ch. 5…I think. It will be soon so don't choke me! *shakes back*

Disclaimer: I do not own + anima. Seriously.

Chapter Three

When Memoir awoke, she noticed that her small hands were shackled to bars of a cage, and that it was dark outside. It wasn't the most comfortable position in the world, but it would work. She grunted when she found a bruise on her stomach.

A tender voice reassured her safety, "Memoir, are you ok?" it was Ben's voice.

"Uh-huh. I'm fine," she responded. "Why am I chained up?"

"Orders from Mr. Robert. I have the answer you were looking for," Ben whispered through the bars of the cage.

"Answer to what?" she asked.

"If you were a +anima or not. Would you like to know the answer?" she nodded, "according to what I saw and felt you are a genuine +anima."

"Felt?" she then noticed the red welts on his face, and how his eyes were closed: painfully. "Did… I do that?" her voice hesitant.

He nodded gravely, "yes, but I believe that was not you actually doing it. I believe that your anima isn't a normal one- in fact I know it isn't. +animas come in different forms: tame, mad, and berserk. I believe, sadly, that yours is berserk." He could feel how disappointed she was, so he added more information. "However, I think there is a way not to unleash it. Because you let the anima go when you're angry, you can control it by not getting angry. This can see fit that you live a normal life-I think," he added those last words in with a whisper.

She shook her head, "I live how I live. If this is what I'm like, so be it."

Ben looked down. "Mr. Robert wants to put you in the show. He wants to put you in the…freak show."

"Why am I so special? I'm just a crazy +anima." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Memoir, your anima is two different anima. A bear and raven." He hinted but Memoir didn't react. "In one of our myths there is a goddess. Her name is Makita, and she was the goddess of emotion. She had pure black wings and shiny, black claws that could tear a rift in time. One day an oracle predicted that she would have a time of no sacrifices. And that day came. In fact, it was years that she received no sacrifices. She needed them to live, so she went forward in time to select a new goddess of emotion and once that was finished, she died adding the state of death to all who was in debt for, which started the emotion, grief." He paused to hear if she gets it but again no comment. "According to the myth your anima matches Makita, Memoir. That's why he wants to put you in that show. All he wants is the money you make for him. Other than that, he doesn't care what happens to you."

"That's helpful to know," she stated dryly.

"Ok, well, I have practice, so I'm going to leave no-," Ben was cut off by Memoir grabbing his hand.

"Don't leave me alone. I need you. Just today, stay with me. Please," she begged, pulling stronger.

"If I stay with you, you'll never want me to leave your side ever again. People have limits y' know," he tilted his eyebrows so they made an upside down "v". He slipped out of her grasp and stumbled blindly to the exit.

She looked down and sighed. Memoir crawled as far back as she could into the darkest part of the cage she lay in and wept. In her mind, she had been rejected from her only best friend, ever.

The noise of footsteps approached and Memoir pushed her head into the light to see who had entered the tent. The circus master approached her with a steady pace and said, "I saw Ben leave the tent in a rush, what happened? Did you hurt him?"

"He hurt me," she mumbled.

"Were does it hurt?" he questioned studying her. "Are you alright?

Memoir held her hand to her chest and said, "Here. He hurt my heart."

He scoffed, stepping back, "that's it? You got me worked up for your heart? Bah, the stupid thing it is, the heart."

"um, sir, may I have some food, I'm kinda' hungry," she said in turn to her stomach growling.

"Sure, anything else? Pillow, blanket, foot massage?" he joked.

"Just the first three is fine," she said not getting the sarcasm. Robert scowled as he left the tent to retrieve the wanted items.

As he returned and gave the items up, she snatched the food up in a flash, gobbling it down. Robert sighed as he watched the child eat. 'Kids are so pleasant but so mischievous'. She finished then looked up at Robert and asked him about the "freak show".

He responded with a simple answer: "all you have to do is look ferocious. It's simple."

"Um, what's ferocious?" she asked, raising a finger. He explained and she nodded. "All right, good night I guess…"

The man waved silently as he left the tent. Memoir left for the land of sleep, where sheep are abundant and the weather's nice.


What became her daily routine was boring. She'd get up, eat breakfast, talk with Ben, and on two days of the month, she would perform. Today was her first day to perform and she was having trouble getting angry. Memoir couldn't think of a way to get mad until she thought of her father, and how he abandoned her. That pulled her off the charts. Her transformation was quick, and she became the unmerciful beast that was called her anima.

Robert engaged the crowd that had gathered to see her with the tale that Ben had shared with her the previous night. He bellowed, "fest your eyes upon Makita, reborn!" the curtains opened to Memoir who was slashing at the spectators and rattling the bars.

Ben was sick that day so he decided to skip practice and check on Memoir's performance. When he entered the tent that held her, he was not happy. He could hear the crowd gasping and yelling. His guess that they were doing so to Memoir. His stomach urged him to leave but his mind kept him in place. He knew what she looked like as a +anima, I fact that was the last thing he saw. He was so sick to his stomach that he nearly vomited, so he left, a mental picture forming of what was happening.


For ten long years, she has been performing. Her tan skin was now a ghastly pale, and her hair, almost pure white. She now had a figure somewhat forming. Her breast was a medium size, but her hips were small. Ben had given her a pretty, pink minidress with tight, black pants to go under it. She also had fitting boots with drawstrings at the top. No longer was she chained up, for she could not fit through the bars anymore.

Today was one of her performing days. She had gotten rather good at conjuring her anima, but she was still having trouble controlling it. She summoned her anima as the ringmaster told the crowd the story of Makita. The curtains opened and she started "acting".

In the crowd today was a family of three, an old man, five teenagers, and a young couple. In the family of three, there looked to be a man with brown hair, the woman had dirty-blond hair, and their kid, who looked about eight, had the same colored hair as the mother. The old man was laughing at what seemed to be Memoir, so she slashed a black claw at him, and the old man ran out of the tent yelling something odd. The teenagers were shaking in their socks so she left them alone. And the couple had a terrified girl and a overly-proud man. Her eyes drifted to the family. Memoir longed for a family like that. One that took you out to see the circus, one that was nice to you, one that didn't back stab you and sell you for scrap.

Another thing caught her attention: the small boy. He was wearing a green long sleeve shirt with white ends, and brown, baggy pants. This was what she heard: "mommy," the boy asked, "may I give her my apple?" the mother said no and the boy tried to reason with her. "But she's hungry. Please."

She stayed stern and never changed her mind. Soon the boy gave up, and the show ended. As the people left, Memoir sat down, anima retracting. She thought of what it would be like to have a family like that.

Ben soon stumbled into the tent and they talked about whatever topic they pleased. Soon a boy with black hair popped into the tent with a sad look in his eyes. His age, Memoir guessed, was about nine. Memoir mentioned him to Ben.

"Is something the matter?" Ben asked flicking his cat ears as the boy approached.

"My mum, I can't find her," he said, bursting into tears on Ben's leg.

"There, there," he tried to calm the boy down, "I'll help you find her."

The small boy nodded, and Ben and the small boy left the tent. Memoir sighed. They had gotten to a conversation that she enjoyed. A few minutes passed and Ben did not turn up. However, there was a person that did show up. The boy that she'd seen watching her perform. He crept into the room and to the bars off the cage.

"Hello," was all he said.

"Hello," Memoir responded. "Do you want something?"

"Umm," he squirmed, "here." He held out a bright green apple, blushing. The same apple she had seen him with.

She gingerly took the apple from his grasp and asked, "Is this ok?" the boy nodded. With the questions over, Memoir bite into the apple and said, "My name is Memoir. And yours?"

"Oh!" he seemed surprised, "I'm sorry. My name is Tom. Pleased to meet you." He bowed slightly. "I saw you in that show today. The ringmaster says you're a god, but by the looks of it, you're a +anima, since you don't have your wings or claws out."

Memoir gasped, "Please don't tell anyone! The show will be ruined, and he will blame it on me!"

"Do you like being here?" Tom asked suddenly. "'Cause if you don't…"

Memoir shook her head, "I actually hate this place. You see the cage I'm in? I've been in here for at least ten years." Tom's eyes widened. "Would you actually help me?"

He held up a clenched fist over his head, "that I will! I must fight to free my fellow p- he stopped his words and changed them, "to free a fellow friend!"

Memoir disregarded the statement and asked, "I'm pretty sure there's a hammer in that corner over there." While the little boy went to retrieve the item, Memoir turned and on a piece of paper, she was provided for entertainment, wrote the following message:

"To whom it would concern, I'm leaving to be free. Tell Ben that I love him. And to Mr. Ruzuki, I could care less of what happens to him. For all the people who have meant something to me, goodbye.

-Memoir"

Most of the words were spelled wrong and the note itself was horribly written, but the message was clear enough. Soon Tom retuned with a sludge hammer (he had a hard time getting it over). Memoir grabbed the hammer and told Tom, "stay back, I don't want to accidentally hit you."

He stepped back and Memoir started swinging the sludge hammer. CLANK! CLANK! CRACK! The bars were now easy to hit out of the way. She pushed at the bars and they fell down. Memoir stepped out of the cage and stretched.

"I can not thank you enough for what you've done!" she shook his hands with both of hers. They stepped out of the tent to find Mr. Ruzuki casually strolling by.

The old man caught notice of them and called out, "THIEIVES!" soon they were surrounded by slaves- human and +anima alike. Memoir looked around and saw no Tom. A green feather fell from the sky and she looked up. Tom was carrying himself away by wings that covered his hands. The feathers on the end of the wings had blue and red tips; the rest were green.

On of the slaves took the chance and pulled a punch. Lucky, it missed and Memoir shot into the sky.


Teddie: zomg!* falls down* sorry this chapter is so~ long. It is totally the monkeys fault. He threatened to take my cookie jar!*shakes fist in air (still on the ground)*

Memoir: monkeys? Teddie, you did this on your own.

Teddie: shush up. Anyways, why doesn't any one love meh story? Except for you Grace Raven you love my story-right?

Tom: hurray! I'm finally introduced! *claps* I guess my slip of the tongue gave the surprise away…

Teddie: gave what away? (Still on the floor)

Tom: you wrote this story! You should know. My existence as a +anima. Duh.

Cooro: when am I going to get in this? I'm tired of waiting. Husky's tired too. He'll whack you up good if you don't let us out.

Teddie: *stares at Cooro with blank expression* wow, when did you get all fussy?

Cooro: Husky is teaching me how to have a backbone and he said to stick up for myself.

Memoir: Better, not be like that when Teddie writes the chapter with him in it. *glares at Teddie on the floor*

Monkeys: (in an echoic voice) Teddie, we have you cookie jar held captive. Do not try to rescue it. We order you to make a long chapter. If you do not cooperate, your cookie jar will be destroyed.

Teddie: *points at Memoir from the floor* I told you so!