A.N: Tired….and waiting….for Sept 12…..new epsiodes…..yeah….and then school….worse….

AyumiKoneko: Karai feels good about it at least. Don't worry if you missed it. I just want to know if you made a connection. I was kidding, I'm sure the games are fine.

Guest: Oh….*face palm* I'm sorry I messed it up. I guess her family decided to pronounce the L in her name, even though it's double.

Ericaphoenix16: More pigeon friend for Fillien and yes things for Karai are normal for now.

Beawolf's Pen: Oh yeah! My comment! I forgot. Awseome! Rock the Leo…costume...you know what I mean.

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(Translation)

CHAPTER 36

Fillien finally had night fall to use for cover to fly around the city. She went all the way to the outskirts of the city where there was a little more green but still big enough tall buildings. She landed on a roof of an apartment complex and felt the smooth, rough texture of the sandstone. How she missed the feeling of Sandstone. She looked across to another complex and looked through though the windows. "Which room, which room…." Fillien skimmed the open windows until she saw one that looked recognizable. She flew over and landed on the window sill to look inside and see a green and blue furbished living room. The walls an ocean blue and the couch and sofa chair green. There was a TV set on a table and a lamp was in the right corner of the room.

Fillien noticed that an elderly man around sixty was sitting on the sofa couch reading a book. He wore a knitted blue sweater with a length neck and pajama pants. He had blue slippers on and had his feet on a coffee table. "Uncle." Fillien whispered. It had been so long since she had seen him that she got excited. So excited in fact, she forgot she was a mutant and slid open the window. "Uncle!"

It was too late to turn back now because her Uncle whipped around hearing her voice, "Fillien." He stopped when he eyed her. His eyes getting bigger than his glasses made it seem.

Fillien jumped down into the living room and put her paws up in defense, "Oncle Alfred, s'il vous plaît ne pas crier. C'est moi." (Please don't scream, it's me.)

The man didn't do anything but get up trembling, seeing the giant cat with wings in his room. He blinked, and Fillien wondered what he would do. It was like this for a few more moments, and then he said, "Je ne croyais pas Pepin au début, mais ensuite ... maintenant ..." (I didn't believe Pepin at first…..but then….now….)

Fillien looked at him surprised. "Il vous a dit?" (He told you?)

"Je suis le seul à qui il avait confiance. Il a dit que dans le cas où vous sorti de l'entêtement, que je devrais maintenant avant de la main. Maintenant regardez, vous êtes ici ..." (I was the only one he trusted. He said that in case you came out of stubborness, that I should now beforehand. Now look, you're here...) Fillien's ears dropped in sadness….guess he wasn't expecting the hideous part of the mutation. But he said, "Vous êtes vivant." (You're alive.) He went to her in a hurry and kneeled down to hug her around the neck. Fillien felt the love just radiate off him, and in turn she put a huge hand around him and pulled him closer. She let the happy tears fall down. "Je vous ai manqué mon ours dansant." (I've missed you, my dancing bear.)

"Je vous ai manqué aussi." (I missed you, too)

After a while, the two found themselves in a small kitchen where there was only a small window by the fridge that Alfred could close easily. "It is better if we speak like this for now."

"Right."

Her uncle came around and brought her a bowl of water for her to drink from. She was really thirty and began lapping it all up. Her Uncle stood up and then sat down on a wooden chair next to a small five by five table. "You were wrong to come you know."

"You know I couldn't just not come. And besides, who would recognize me in this form. The League wouldn't know I'm here."

"But you can't be at the funeral tomorrow."

"I'll just hide in the trees. Once everyone has left I'll go down and pay my respects."

"It does sound doable. Almost as doable as flying all the way here."

"Oh, I caught a ride in the planes wheel compartment."

Her uncle laughed, "Really? Ours fou (crazy bear), what other crazy stuff do you do?"

Fillien scuffed. She wanted to tell him, but he didn't know where she was actually staying. That she was with a group called the Foot and learning how to fight. It was better if he didn't know. "I can't tell you that part, Uncle, but this is as crazy as I've gotten. Hopefully it won't get too crazy."

Fillien lapped up the last of the water as her Uncle said, "It may be dangerous, but I'm glad you're here." Fillien gave him a warm smile.

Then she suddenly had an idea. "Uncle, can I have ten euro's."

Fillien flew around the city until she found a phone booth in the corner of a dark park. "Dark, perfect." She flew down and landed by the phone booth and was going to reach into her saddle pack to grab her ten euros her uncle gave her when she suddenly realized, "Damn….big paws I forgot." She couldn't believe she didn't think this through. She came out to make a long distance call without having to use her uncle's phone in case he was being tracked. Now she was stuck thinking about how to get the money out. Sure it was easy to reach back and grab a big sack of lunch. But coins were hard. She began to struggle in trying to reach a paw in the satchel of her saddle when she heard, "Miss Fillien." She looked up and saw sitting on the phone booth was Edgar. "Je n'en croyais pas mes yeux quand je vous ai vu pour la deuxième fois ce soir. Mais je ne me trompe pas, c'est vous." (I didn't believe my eyes when i saw you for the second time tonight. But I am not mistaken, it's you)

"Edgar. Merci les cieux, c'est vous. J'ai besoin de votre aide à nouveau." (Thank the heavens it's you. I need your help again)

"Pour vous, non mangeur d'oiseaux, tout." (For you, non bird eater, anything) Fillien asked him to go into her bag and pull out the coins. Then she asked him to put them in the slot. Fillien pawed at the phone until it came down to hang by her face. She told Edger, "Voir ces boutons avec des gribouillis, ce sont des nombres. J'ai besoin que vous appuyez dessus dans un certain ordre je vous dis." (See those buttons with squiggles, they are numbers. I need you to press them in a certain order i tell you)

)))))))))))))))))) At the hideout ((((((((((((((((((

Karai was making lunch when she got a phone call. When she saw it was a random number, she became alert and said in a stone like voice, "Hello?"

"Are you sick or are you in the mood to sound like a man today?"

Karai stopped preparing her lunch and almost whispered, "Fillien? Where are you calling from?"

"The moon."

"Fill…."

"Ok, phone booth, so no one can track my calls."

"Oh, smart. Is it night there then."

"Almost two."

"Get some sleep then."

"That's half of what I've been doing since I've got here. I'm done with sleep."

"How about finding food?"

"No need, I'm at my Uncles. Pepin already told him about my change, so he was pretty calm when he saw me. I'm staying the rest of the days there."

"Well, you're lucky."

"I know."

"So how was the flight?"

"Not so bad, but I still recommend first class."

Karai laughed. "Hey guess what. Fishy boy is walking. Looks like that broken Kraang Bot helped Stockman figure it all out."

"Oh joy, now we can have an annoying tuna walking around the hideout." Karai heard Fillien laugh at her own joke and then suddenly there was a whisper and a gasp. "Shoot, Karai, I have to go, Humans."

"Ok, see you in two days."

"Will do."

))))))))))))))))) Paris (((((((((((((

Once she hung up, Fillien and Edgar flew up into a tree and hid in it until the people walking by the sidewalk were gone. Fillien whispered to the pigeon. "Merci, Edgar."

"Je vais être ahppy le faire à nouveau. Peut-être que je peux apprendre ce que les autres chiffres. Pas seulement cinq, six, neuf- (I'll be ahppy to do it again. Maybe i can learn what the other numbers are. Not just five, six, nine-)

"J'ai compris." (I get it).

The next morning, Fillien woke in the extra bedroom that her Uncle had in his three room apartment. She sat up on the bed and yawned, her canines showing. She then got up on all fours and shook herself so her pelt lay flat on her. She then jumped of the bed and walked out into the living room. There was little light that the closed windows gave off but not much, so the lights inside were on. Fillien found herself going into the Kitchen and she found her Uncle making breakfast. "J'ai pensé que je ferais lard pour vous, avec votre pain grillé français préféré." (I thought i would make bacon for you, with your favorite french toast.)

"Oh, oui s'il vous plaît." (Oh, yes please.) He out the plate on the floor for her to eat from. As she ate, her Uncle got ready for the funeral. Once he was done, she was done. Fortunately, too, because Fillien had another favor to ask him.

An hour later, the two took the stairs to the underground parking lot and Uncle Alfred snuck Fillien in the back seat. He put a blanket over her so that she wouldn't be seen by anyone peering in. Her Uncle drove through the city and Fillien peeked out sometimes to look at the sites that passed them; The Louve, Notre Dame, Napoleons Memorial. They stopped by a light and Fillien looked out to see the statue of Joan of Arc. Fillien loved this statue. Since she was little, Joan's story told her she could aspire to anything. And being in the Foot Clan, it was sort of relevant. If anything, Joan reminded her of Karai. Short hair and an attitude that bests men. Fillien scuffed.

They got to the church and her Uncle parked in the back. He looked around to see if anyone was looking, then he opened the back door just as the two had planned. Fillien immediately shot out of the car and into the sky. She landed on the church roof and then found a small space to crawl inside. She made it in to see she sat on the rafters of the ceiling. She looked down to see people already inside.

The Funeral took place and it was the time for speeches. Uncle read his speech and a friend of Pepin's read his. Then Uncle got up again and this time told everyone he had a letter from Fillien. Yes, the cat girl had asked her Uncle earlier to write a speech for her since she couldn't write.

"It seems only yesterday that Pepin was teaching me to do math problems and know the difference between rotten apples and good ones. I guess that's what time flies means. I remember talking to my brother about life and he said to me that no matter how fast, he was going to live life to the fullest. There was not going to be one day he does nothing. He had to do something. Make mom a gift. Go with dad to the park. Do a prank on me. There was always something. It is unfair that his young life was taken, and I hope that his killers do get their justice. I will not go on with that subject though, I will go on about him. I will speak of him until his memory is etched into all your heads and you see him the way I saw him.

It's the least I can do since I can't be there. I will not give excuses, only that I wish with all my heart that I can be there, to see my brother one last time. A loving, caring, sarcastic, one of a kind brother. No matter what I will keep his memories alive. I'll remember him help me prepare for my next dance recital, and when we lost our parents I'll remember him just being there, the center of my life. Last thing he told me was to remember the dancing bears, our little code word for our favorite lullaby. I will brother…..I promise."

Fillien remembered the speech she had uncle write, but she couldn't help but cry as if she were hearing it for the first time. She just huddled up in the rafters, holding back muffled sobs. She looked at the open casket of her brother. He just couldn't be lifeless, he just had to be a asleep. But no matter how hard she tried to tell herself that it didn't work.

Fillien couldn't take it anymore and she flew out. She dove down to the back where the car was parked and jumped in quickly. She managed to shut the door and hide under the blanket before the tears came down like a waterfall.

She was done crying by the time Uncle Alfred got into the car. He sat in the front for a while and then said, "Beaucoup de gens ont aimé votre discours. Poétique qu'ils ont dit. Ils comprennent pourquoi vous ne pourriez pas venir." (Many people loved your speech. Poetic they said. They understand why you couldn't come.)

Fillien just staid head down in the back seat and whispered, "They think they know." Suddenly she didn't feel sadness….but anger.

A.N: Very sad….I know. This is sort of dedicated to the loved ones we've lost in our lives. May they rest in peace and happiness. But how did you like her Uncle. Pretty chill, am I right. Based off my uncle who's almost as chill as him. Ok, I'm off, I'm KikaKatTIOI, peace out!