You know, I've never gotten so much feedback for one fic: twenty-two
reviews! I like making up new ideas ^-^V
Okay, I recently read that Jei was really religious before finding out
Ruth the nun was his mom. You can't just go nuts simply from that--
something had to be wrong in your head before that. Therefore, I don't
really have to change anything from previous chapters. Ah, the joys of
psychology... one of my favorite courses :P
It's a bit weird I might come back and revise this later, when I don't
have writters block.
False Identity
Chapter Three: Flash Back
Li Xiang
"Hello Kitty."
Two words. Two words he hadn't heard in nearly a decade, in a voice
older, more harsh, than that of the one he remembered, but it was still
his voice. It was still Jei, still the being the feline instincts
focused on as a master, a partner, a friend. Wide, smokey blue eyes
were caught and held by a single golden iris, and he was suddenly
there. Back, eight years time, seeing, feeling, reliving...
---
Blue eyes snapped open, panic tearing through his mind. He did not
recognize his surroundings.
His nose twitched as he pulled back onto his haunches, head just
brushing the large board of wood that had been balanced over the corner
of the low, stone wall. The stones were worn and beaten by the
elements, the board splattered with dried mud, and smelling of
weeks-old mold. The moisture hung in the early morning air, clinging to
blades of tall grass, sending sparkles of rainbow light with the rising
sun. Over it all, was a vague, human scent-- not his own, confusing
half cat, half human scent, but another's.
A flash of gold eyes, and pale hair, and the boy settled back down to
the ground. He knew where he was now. He was with the Interesting One.
Kitty combed his mind for a moment, pulling away from his feline-self
to take a tenuous grasp on his human consciousness-- Jei. Yesterday,
the Interesting One had called himself Jei.
Staring out over the yard before of him, Kitty focused on the dark blue
one man tent pitched maybe six feet away, in the lee of an oversized
oak tree. There was a shuffling noise coming from within; but although
Kitty knew that it was only Jei in the tent, he could not fully relax.
Flickers of a man he'd trusted fully and completely made their way
through his mind, only to have the feeling of intense betrayal, and a
burning hatred. He would not have that happen again.
His grasp of his human-self was still weak, and it fled completely as
Jei threw open the tent flap, padding towards Kitty only wearing a pair
of pale blue pajama bottoms, and a white tank-top. He was smiling,
carrying a plate of... something. The scent was familiar to Kitty, but
as though he'd only ever gotten to smell it, never taste it. The plate
was set down in front of the child-kitten, and he leaned forwards to
sniff the meat, before looking curiously back up at the older boy.
"It's cold steak. We had it for supper last night, and I saved you
some."
A sound that no human throat could possibly make reverberated through
the young boy-- purring-- before he dropped his head to the plate and
began to tear into it. His front paws-- wait, they were hands, weren't
they?-- held the meat in one place as sharp teeth gripped it, and he
yanked large chunks from it.
Jei grinned at the sight of the feral boy pulling the meat to bits. How
delightful! The meat was cold and tough, but Kitty was ripping it apart
easily. The younger boy was amazingly strong, especially for one that
looked malnourished.
His clothing hung off him in tatters, a blood splattered
gray-formerly-white dogi that looked to have been slashed to bits.
Through the, admittedly, large gaps of fabric, angry red abrasions
overlaid hundreds upon hundreds of dark claw slashes. He seemed to have
been bathed in blood, the red fluid dried and clinging in pale dribbles
down his skin.
Quite amazingly, his face was free of all wounds, although his arms
seemed to have taken a beating from studiously protecting his face and
neck. He stopped his investigation of his new pet's physical health
when the feline[1] child butted his head against the boy's leg.
"I don't have any more food for you, Kitty," the low warning growl in
the back of Kitty's throat made him frown, "I can't help it if there
weren't any more left overs!"
The pale haired child sighed, shaking his head, before turning away,
"I'm going to get dressed. Then we're going to find you some new
clothing, Kitty."
---
Some hours later, Kitty padded along the fence beside Jei. Walking on
all fours had gotten him some odd looks from the many humans around
him, but why should he care? He was better than all of them. He was
still unsure of Jei, however.
His human-self, the part of him the Cat desparately tried to grasp in
order to understand somethings, thought that Jei was someone to trust.
The Human-mind didn't have the Cat's instincts, but then, the
Human-mind didn't really know anything about the Cat. What the
human-mind knew, was that Jei had been nice to him, had been offering
him food pretty much all day, and therefore, could be trusted.
The Cat, while admitting that a foodgiver could usually be trusted,
didn't know what to think of Jei. The flashes of an overweight man in a
dirty white outfit that danced through his mind merely carried
undercurrents of faded trust and love, and an overbearing amount of
betrayal.
Then there was the fact that Jei wouldn't let him just run around in
his original clothing-- or, better yet, naked. What use did a feline
have for clothing? None really, but still, Jei had dragged him out to
the shopping center to buy him new clothing.
The black t-shirt was a bit loose, but not enough to hinder his
movements, and although it was harder to move in the blue jeans than it
had been in the gi pants, again, it wasn't like he couldn't still
fight.
The feline-child cast Jei another look, before darting along the wall,
and vanishing into the trees.
Jei grit his teeth, and ran after Kitty. He wasn't about to let his new
pet run away from him!
---
Almost without thought, the young martial artist was standing in front
of the Irishman, smokey blue eyes on feral gold, one hand lifted to
hover over the scars that danced across the older man's cheek,
"Jei-sama...?"
The redhead smirked, "Well, what do you know Farf? We did find him."
Ranma's expression shifted, and so did his attention. A curious gaze
landed on the other assassin, "Who the hell are you?"
End Chapter
[1] Feline, as defined by my dictionary, means 'Cat-like'. Just so
people don't get confused, as Feline is quite often used to describe
cats. It's like Lupine (Wolf-like), and Canine (Dog-like)
Sorry about it being so short. Writters Block. .
reviews! I like making up new ideas ^-^V
Okay, I recently read that Jei was really religious before finding out
Ruth the nun was his mom. You can't just go nuts simply from that--
something had to be wrong in your head before that. Therefore, I don't
really have to change anything from previous chapters. Ah, the joys of
psychology... one of my favorite courses :P
It's a bit weird I might come back and revise this later, when I don't
have writters block.
False Identity
Chapter Three: Flash Back
Li Xiang
"Hello Kitty."
Two words. Two words he hadn't heard in nearly a decade, in a voice
older, more harsh, than that of the one he remembered, but it was still
his voice. It was still Jei, still the being the feline instincts
focused on as a master, a partner, a friend. Wide, smokey blue eyes
were caught and held by a single golden iris, and he was suddenly
there. Back, eight years time, seeing, feeling, reliving...
---
Blue eyes snapped open, panic tearing through his mind. He did not
recognize his surroundings.
His nose twitched as he pulled back onto his haunches, head just
brushing the large board of wood that had been balanced over the corner
of the low, stone wall. The stones were worn and beaten by the
elements, the board splattered with dried mud, and smelling of
weeks-old mold. The moisture hung in the early morning air, clinging to
blades of tall grass, sending sparkles of rainbow light with the rising
sun. Over it all, was a vague, human scent-- not his own, confusing
half cat, half human scent, but another's.
A flash of gold eyes, and pale hair, and the boy settled back down to
the ground. He knew where he was now. He was with the Interesting One.
Kitty combed his mind for a moment, pulling away from his feline-self
to take a tenuous grasp on his human consciousness-- Jei. Yesterday,
the Interesting One had called himself Jei.
Staring out over the yard before of him, Kitty focused on the dark blue
one man tent pitched maybe six feet away, in the lee of an oversized
oak tree. There was a shuffling noise coming from within; but although
Kitty knew that it was only Jei in the tent, he could not fully relax.
Flickers of a man he'd trusted fully and completely made their way
through his mind, only to have the feeling of intense betrayal, and a
burning hatred. He would not have that happen again.
His grasp of his human-self was still weak, and it fled completely as
Jei threw open the tent flap, padding towards Kitty only wearing a pair
of pale blue pajama bottoms, and a white tank-top. He was smiling,
carrying a plate of... something. The scent was familiar to Kitty, but
as though he'd only ever gotten to smell it, never taste it. The plate
was set down in front of the child-kitten, and he leaned forwards to
sniff the meat, before looking curiously back up at the older boy.
"It's cold steak. We had it for supper last night, and I saved you
some."
A sound that no human throat could possibly make reverberated through
the young boy-- purring-- before he dropped his head to the plate and
began to tear into it. His front paws-- wait, they were hands, weren't
they?-- held the meat in one place as sharp teeth gripped it, and he
yanked large chunks from it.
Jei grinned at the sight of the feral boy pulling the meat to bits. How
delightful! The meat was cold and tough, but Kitty was ripping it apart
easily. The younger boy was amazingly strong, especially for one that
looked malnourished.
His clothing hung off him in tatters, a blood splattered
gray-formerly-white dogi that looked to have been slashed to bits.
Through the, admittedly, large gaps of fabric, angry red abrasions
overlaid hundreds upon hundreds of dark claw slashes. He seemed to have
been bathed in blood, the red fluid dried and clinging in pale dribbles
down his skin.
Quite amazingly, his face was free of all wounds, although his arms
seemed to have taken a beating from studiously protecting his face and
neck. He stopped his investigation of his new pet's physical health
when the feline[1] child butted his head against the boy's leg.
"I don't have any more food for you, Kitty," the low warning growl in
the back of Kitty's throat made him frown, "I can't help it if there
weren't any more left overs!"
The pale haired child sighed, shaking his head, before turning away,
"I'm going to get dressed. Then we're going to find you some new
clothing, Kitty."
---
Some hours later, Kitty padded along the fence beside Jei. Walking on
all fours had gotten him some odd looks from the many humans around
him, but why should he care? He was better than all of them. He was
still unsure of Jei, however.
His human-self, the part of him the Cat desparately tried to grasp in
order to understand somethings, thought that Jei was someone to trust.
The Human-mind didn't have the Cat's instincts, but then, the
Human-mind didn't really know anything about the Cat. What the
human-mind knew, was that Jei had been nice to him, had been offering
him food pretty much all day, and therefore, could be trusted.
The Cat, while admitting that a foodgiver could usually be trusted,
didn't know what to think of Jei. The flashes of an overweight man in a
dirty white outfit that danced through his mind merely carried
undercurrents of faded trust and love, and an overbearing amount of
betrayal.
Then there was the fact that Jei wouldn't let him just run around in
his original clothing-- or, better yet, naked. What use did a feline
have for clothing? None really, but still, Jei had dragged him out to
the shopping center to buy him new clothing.
The black t-shirt was a bit loose, but not enough to hinder his
movements, and although it was harder to move in the blue jeans than it
had been in the gi pants, again, it wasn't like he couldn't still
fight.
The feline-child cast Jei another look, before darting along the wall,
and vanishing into the trees.
Jei grit his teeth, and ran after Kitty. He wasn't about to let his new
pet run away from him!
---
Almost without thought, the young martial artist was standing in front
of the Irishman, smokey blue eyes on feral gold, one hand lifted to
hover over the scars that danced across the older man's cheek,
"Jei-sama...?"
The redhead smirked, "Well, what do you know Farf? We did find him."
Ranma's expression shifted, and so did his attention. A curious gaze
landed on the other assassin, "Who the hell are you?"
End Chapter
[1] Feline, as defined by my dictionary, means 'Cat-like'. Just so
people don't get confused, as Feline is quite often used to describe
cats. It's like Lupine (Wolf-like), and Canine (Dog-like)
Sorry about it being so short. Writters Block. .