A/N: Okay, sorry about the cliffie yesterday

A/N: Okay, sorry about the cliffie yesterday. Here, you get to see Freya adjust to a new life. But who knows how long it will last?

Secret

Mokuba screamed as the shots whizzed toward them. But as he waited for the inevitable pain from the bullets, he realized that nothing was happening; the shots weren't hitting them.

"Seto?" he said cautiously.

"You okay, Moki?" his brother said over the sound of the rifle still going off.

"Y-Yeah, but why aren't we dead?"

They both looked toward Freya. All around her, the bullets were flying past all three of them, but they weren't hitting anything.

"Damn you!" the strange man yelled. "How the fucking hell are you stopping these rounds? You shouldn't be able to do that!"

"You forget, I'm not like my sisters and brothers. My vectors are special and that there are so many of them helps. Now, I believe, from the clicking of your rifle, you are out of rounds."

Freya grinned as Johnson stared in disbelief at his rifle and through it to the ground, whipping a handgun out of his jacket. "You little bitch!"

He screamed suddenly as Freya rocketed herself into the air, hanging limp for a second with the support of her vectors. Her minimal weight allowed for extreme agility and made for a great advantage. Johnson fired rapidly at her, missing incessantly. Freya hurtled down toward him, launching her vectors into the sand with great force and knocking him off his feet. He fired at her face and she ducked to the side, jumping off the tide wall toward him again. She slammed forcefully into him again and heard a rib crack in his chest. He howled in pain and clutched the fabric of his shirt, writhing in agony. The broken rib must have touched his heart. It was probably the first thing to ever even get close to it. She lowered the frequency of her vectors to an invisible level once more, grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. She wanted to kill him indiscreetly so that it wouldn't alarm Seto and Mokuba whom she figured were still watching. "Too bad for you." She said to Johnson. "You almost got that big bonus you were hoping for. I'm not that easy to catch, you know."

Johnson smirked. "Do what you want, you bitch. I already gave them the coordinates twenty minutes ago. They're sending number 16 out to bring you back."

Freya snorted. "Do they think I'm stupid? I know how to hide from a Diclonius. That's how I killed number 19."

He started to gurgle and choke, clutching desperately at his neck as she suffocated him. Then, when he ceased moving, she decisively threw him into the ocean, never again to be seen.

"Well, that's finished." She mumbled. She turned to the two brothers. They both had their eyes covered and turned away. Seto was the first to look up. "What happened?" he asked. Freya smiled. "I scared him off. He won't come back again." She said.

Mokuba smiled, but Seto remained skeptical. "Then, what were those things?" he asked. Freya tilted her head. "What things?"

"Those creepy floating arms you were using." He said. "I saw them. They were coming from your back."

Freya looked away. "You must have been seeing things. I don't have anything like that." She lied smoothly. The last thing she wanted to do was scare them. Seto hummed, but let the subject drop. He stood up and helped his brother to his feet. "Lets' get going. It's getting late.

Mokuba hurried over and took Freya's hand. "You're coming with us." He said. "I'll be your eyes."

Freya smiled down at where she believed he was. "Thank you." She said. She allowed him to lead her away from the beach toward a new place.

None of them noticed the lights of boats approaching across the bay.

/ooo/

The orphanage accepted Freya easily enough, but nobody would go near her. Her strange outfit, the bandages and the horns all equaled an odd individual whom the other children judged unfit for them to be around. Mr. Kurosawa, the director was skeptical of Freya at first. The horns and her lack of nourishment concerned him. She was separated from the brothers for awhile for a female staff member to inspect her and give an announcement as to her health. Freya put up with it, but was less-than-friendly with the staff member who asked her various questions and an attempt to find out about her parents. All she said in reply was: "I'm an orphan."

When the staff member touched Freya's horns, Freya knocked her backwards with her vectors and the poor girl told the director that she was so fast, she hadn't even seen the punch. Freya's examination stopped there. She refused to let them remove her bandages for fear she'd damage her eyes. Finally, the nurse-in-residence convinced her that her eyes would be ruined if she left them on. Freya finally consented to having them removed, but refused then to open her eyes thereafter. She was given a pair of worn blue jeans and a raggedy old pink shirt to wear. The same girl who'd touched her horns did her hair up into two pigtails tied back with ribbons. Freya said nothing, but sat with her arms folded the entire time, glaring into space.

Finally, Freya was released onto the meager playground to keep herself occupied until a district nurse arrived from two counties away to examine her odd horns. That was what Freya dreaded the most. Hardly anyone outside the facility knew of her extremely rare genetic disease and she preferred to keep it that way.

With her eyes open at a squint, she stumbled over to the swing-set where the two brothers were. They both looked up as she approached. "Freya!" Mokuba cried. "You're finally out! You've been in there forever!"

"They wanted to make sure I was healthy. They're bringing someone in to examine me professionally." Freya replied sullenly. She was starting to regret leaving.

"So," she said. "What do you do around here?"

They exchanged glances. "Not much." Seto said. "It's too cold right now. We're good at building sand structures and stuff. And some jerks inside stole the pieces from the chess set."

Freya blinked. "Do kids pick on you here?" she asked. Seto nodded. "Yeah. It can get kinda bad. But I don't let anyone pick on my little brother and that's final."

"Those big kids stole my soccer ball the other day." Mokuba snapped angrily. He sighed. "Even Seto can't get it back."

Freya frowned. "Who are these kids?" she asked.

"Two boys. One's kinda fat and has darker hair." Mokuba said. "The other is scrawny and blondish. I hate them."

Freya turned, her eyes steely. Without a word, she stalked off, her hair swishing ominously behind her.

"I wonder what that was all about." Seto said, watching her leave.

After awhile, soft footsteps alerted them to Freya's return. She looked triumphant and was bouncing a soccer ball on the ground. She dropped it and gently kicked it over. "Anyone up for showing me how to play?" she asked with a smile. Seto and Mokuba exchanged looks of amazement. "How'd you get it back?" Seto exclaimed. "Those kids are the meanest bullies here! Even I have problems with them."

Freya shrugged. "They just needed a little encouragement. That's all. They gave it back gladly. Will you guys teach me the game?"

"S-Sure." They both said.

After an hour or so of teaching Freya the basic drills, the bell went off signaling it was time for everyone to go in. The sun was beginning to set on the water and by now, Freya had opened her eyes completely. They were a brilliant shade of emerald green with violet flecks.

Mokuba had been right; it was meatloaf night and hardly anyone actually ate. Freya tried one bite, admitted it was gross and finished hers off in a heartbeat.

"I can't help it. I'm starving." She said with a smile.

"Lets' hope you don't wake up in the middle of the night with things growing out of your stomach." Seto said. "Several people here, myself included, can safely say we've seen that stuff move on occasion."

Freya laughed.

After dinner, it was straight to bed for everyone. The bunkrooms were simple and so were the sleeping arrangements. Everyone had a pair of white pajamas and everyone had their own little cot. There were about ten cots to a room. Freya was given a pair of pajamas from a staff member and they still swamped her because she was so skinny. She had a cot beneath the window in a corner. The two brothers and several others all shared the same room. There were two girls; one older and deaf and a younger one who'd been abandoned because she was autistic.

Freya sat on the edge of her cot, staring at it curiously. She cautiously lay down on her back and was surprised at how comfortable it actually was. "It feels nice." She commented to Mokuba and Seto as she sat up again. "I've never had sleeping arrangements like this before."

Again, the brothers exchanged glances. "Freya, it's starting to sound like you've been chained to a rock your entire life." Seto said. "Where are you from?"

Freya glanced around. "Is everyone asleep?" she asked.

Somewhat hopeful that he might get some answers, Seto nodded. Freya smiled. "Good. They seemed tired. They need their rest."

With that, she snuggled down under the blanket and fell quickly into a deep sleep. Seto sighed irritably and flopped down on his side, glowering at the floor.

The following morning, Seto was the first one up and immediately checked for his brother and Freya. Neither of them was there. Panicked, he hurried to get dressed and dashed outside.

"Freya?" he called. "Moki?"

"Wow! How do you do that? That's amazing!"

Seto paused. He heard his brother's voice.

"It comes naturally, Mokuba. I'm a magician. I wish your brother were up. He might like to see this."

He turned the corner at the rear of the building and gasped.

"What the—?"

Freya looked up and smiled. "Oh, hi sleepyhead." She said. The sticks, leaves, rocks and even a chattering squirrel that had been hovering above their heads dropped to the ground. Mokuba looked up. "Hey bro! Freya was showing me this awesome magic trick! She can make things hover!"

Seto just stared in disbelief. "Freya, I think you have some explaining to do." He said. Freya smiled and turned away. "Yeah, I suppose you're right, kid." She said. That surprised him. "What did you just call me?"

"Kid." She said. "I think it's a good semblance. I'm not saying that you're small. I just think it's easy for me to remember. If you don't like it, I'll work on remembering your name for real."

"N-No, it's fine. But please," he moved to sit down by them. "Tell us what you are."

"What do you mean, kid?"

"I know you're different Freya. The things you keep saying make it sound as though you've spent your life in a prison. You even ate the meatloaf last night and that just isn't done here."

Mokuba looked up at her. "He's right, you know." He said. Freya sighed. "I don't know if you guys can handle the truth. I don't want to spoil your blank tickets for you."

"Blank tickets?" Seto said in confusion. Freya nodded.

"Yes. Unlike me, the both of you were born with blank tickets. They're good for one lifetime and for absolutely anything. If I tell you the truth, they might not be good anymore. You won't get to do whatever you want and be whoever you want to be. Do you see what I'm saying?"

Seto looked to the side and then at his brother who nodded. "I understand. But we still want to know, Freya. What were those things we saw you controlling on the beach? The arms?"

Freya turned melancholy. "I'll never forgive myself if anything should happen to you." She said. She sighed. "This will be a secret between us. The three of us. You are not to tell this to any of the others. Understand?"

The both of them nodded. Freya stood up. "Now, I am a magician, and I need one of you to volunteer to be my assistant."

Mokuba jumped up and waved his arm in the air. "Me! Me! Pick me, Freya!" he cried. Freya smiled and pointed to him. "Stand right here, where I am." She said as she moved away a few feet. "Now, what I'm about to do is similar to what the both of you saw me doing a few minutes ago. Whatever you do, don't be afraid."

A powerful wind ripped past them and Seto's eyes widened as dozens of long, transparent arms appeared from behind Freya and wrapped around his brother, lifting him into the air. He looked nervous at first, but then started to laugh as she swung him a gentle circles like an amusement park ride. All the while, he was passed from one arm to the next in the blink of an eye. Freya stood in the center of them, her flesh arms at her sides as she watched Mokuba fly through the air. Seto stood up, his face contorted with fear. "Freya, what are those things? Why do they have my brother?"

"These things are called vectors." Freya explained. "They're extra arms that I was born with. Normally, you can't see them. I'm advanced, however and can increase the frequency waves in them, allowing humans to see them."

She gently lifted Seto into the air as well, but kept him just a few feet off the ground while she continued to amuse Mokuba. He kept listening as he was swung gently back and forth, still smiling.

"Are you an alien?" he asked. Freya laughed. "No. I was born on earth to normal parents. I am what's called a Diclonius, which I believe is Latin for 'Two-horned-human'. The Diclonius are usually very dangerous to humans for one reason or another. You can recognize them because most of them have bright pink hair and all of them have horns just like mine."

"Do they all have these…vectors?" Seto asked, struggling on the word. Freya nodded. "Yes. Every Diclonius has their own unique number of them and have a range as to how far they can reach. Some are born with small ranges and only a few vectors. Some are born with many vectors and very large ranges. It all depends on the individual."

"What about you?" Mokuba called.

"I have over forty vectors with the ability to generate new ones. I have a range of twenty-three feet." Freya said. "However, I can only release about twenty-some at a time. I'm gradually getting more adept at it as I get older."

She put them both down. Mokuba looked disappointed as she retracted her vectors back into her body. Seto looked up, still serious. "But you haven't explained yet where you come from." He said. At this, Freya grew uncomfortable. Seto wasn't finished. "And if there's others, why haven't we seen them? From what you say, they're easy to recognize."

Freya sighed. "Most Diclonius children born never even make it out of the nursery. We're killed before we have a chance at life."

"What?" the two brothers exclaimed in shock.

"Like I said. We're sometimes dangerous to humans. We're often euthanized and our deaths are attributed to SIDS, or Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. No one knows what causes it and the answer is enough to satisfy grieving parents most of the time."

"How did you escape, then?" Mokuba asked. Freya shrugged. "I don't know why I escaped and so many others didn't. Those of us who aren't killed are taken to a special facility where we're studied."

Freya stopped here. She'd told them more than enough. They didn't need to know that she was the most dangerous Diclonius in the facility, or how she was kept in confinement while she was there. She cleared her throat. "Anyway, that's enough explaining. Remember, this is a secret between us, okay?"

"Right." Both brothers said at the same time. Freya smiled. "Now, what say we go do something? It's going to be a great day out."

Little did they know that it wouldn't stay that way.

A/N: So Freya told them what she was. And now they know about the Diclonius. But they never delved deeper into why Diclonius are dangerous to humans, nor did she explain the extent of her vectors' capabilities. What's going to happen? Stay tuned to find out.