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Japanese words/phrases used:
Baka shoujo - stupid girl(s)
Neko was led to a small room by two guards. Her mother actually trusted the soldiers, and this disgusted her. These people had been responsible for her father's death and her mother trusted them with her only daughter?
"Sit," the taller of the guards commanded.
Neko did as she was told, but "accidentally" kicked the soldier in the shin as she sat. He gave her a dirty look and she returned a glare of her own. The guard motioned to the other with his hand and they left.
The room was bare, except for the small, cheap plastic char Neko sat in. Nothing adorned the concrete walls, not even paint. Neko could hear the echoing drip of water from the back of the room. Staring at the ground, she saw a cockroach scuttle across the floor. If she was almost any other girl, she would be standing on the seat of the chair, shrieking.
Picturing that, Neko snorted. 'Baka shoujo,' she thought. Maybe that was why she was put in this room. Did they hope to scare her or something?
She was left there for quite some time. 'Who knew counting cracks in the wall would pass time so quickly?' Glancing at her watch, she saw that nearly two hours had passed.
Another two hundred and thirty cracks later, the two previous guards returned but not alone. This new person was a woman.
She was tall for a female, almost taller than the larger guard. Her hair was a medium brown and pulled back into two strange buns at the nape of her neck. It was hard to distinguish her eye color, as she was wearing glasses, but Neko thought they matched her hair.
Scrutinizing Neko under her commanding gaze, she dismissed the soldiers. She circled the girl. Soon, she took a place at the front of the room, immediately in front of Neko.
"So, you're the one who's been causing us all this trouble," she began.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Neko replied, feigning innocence and also speaking slower and more accented than needed. Pretending she didn't know a lot of English could come in handy.
Truth is, though, Neko spoke English and Japanese her entire life. She was raised speaking both. When speaking English, she didn't even have an accent, but used one out of habit and for whatever purposes her mind thought up. Being a troublemaker nearly all her life, Neko learned to think fast in desperate times. When in compromising situations, she knew to prepare for later. This was just one of the ways she prepared now.
"Don't try to trick me, girl. It won't work. I know your kind and all your ways," the woman said, rather haughtily.
"And what exactly is my kind?"
The woman was shocked at this. Her mouth hung open, making her look like a gaping fish. "Why, you insolent brat!" she exclaimed.
Neko stayed wide-eyed and innocent looking. "No, really, I wanna know what my kind is."
Smiling, the woman turned around. A mistake, as Neko made every obscene and insulting gesture she knew. As she turned back around, Neko was caught in the middle of blowing a raspberry. Luckily, she was able to pass is off as wiping her eye.
"Your kind is the poor half-breeds that the colonies produce. They end up as non-functioning members of society who drag everyone down. Their parents usually abandon them at a young age, because they are so pathetic. Unfortunately, they are everywhere. No matter how you try to get rid of them, even more show up. These children are mainly born bastards and deserve to be scorned for their parents lustful acts."
Neko furrowed her brow in confusion. "What are you talking about? Yes, there are many orphans in the colonies, but I'm not one of them. I have a mother and a father, thank you very much. Might I add that they were *very* happily married when I was born?"
Again, the woman paced around Neko. "So you were told."
"So I know," Neko replied vehemently.
"You go by the name of Neko Yuy, right?"
"That's my name," Neko nodded.
"Not legally," the woman said. "You were born as Katrina Andrews."
"Katrina Andrews?" Neko did still not believe what she heard.
"Yes, the daughter of Karyn Andrews and Heero Yuy. Illegitimate, might I add?"
"How? And exactly who are you?" Neko asked, holding back tears. How could this happen to her?
"I'm Colonel Une, assistant to Mr. Treize Khushrenada. Your father had an affair with your mother while married to the woman you believed was your mother. Your mother died soon after your birth. Being raised to obey her husband, Miyako took you in as her own daughter. They were to never tell anyone of your actual birth and told people a different story. Your name was never legally changed because everyone would find out the truth about you. When you were five your father left on a business trip he never returned from. Your parents are dead. Therefore, you are an orphan."
Neko shook her head as the tears fell. "No, I'm not," she sobbed. Trying desperately to stop the tears, Neko looked up at Colonel Une. "Even if my biological mother and father are dead, I still have my mother. Whether she was the one who gave birth to me or not, she's still my mother! She raised me, not that Karyn Andrews woman. And my name is Neko!" she screamed, her voice had risen louder with each word. "Legally, we're all just a bunch of numbers. It doesn't matter what a slip of damned paper says!" Her hands were pure white from gripping the armrests of the chair.
Colonel Une smiled. "Well, that's an interesting way of looking at it. But the fact of the matter is, you're an orphan from the colonies. You will never amount to anything. Just a useless body taking up useless space."
"That's not true! Anyone can do anything if their want and need for it is large enough!"
"Again, an interesting way of looking at it. Katrina, are you-"
"My name is Neko!" she yelled. Before she knew what she was doing, she had landed a swift kick to Colonel Une's gut and was racing down a hallway. A siren started up. Neko continued, not knowing where she was headed. Coming to the end of the hallway, she took a right.
She stopped for a second to catch her breath. It was about two seconds before footsteps were coming from the corridor she had just left.
"You two take that one, I'll take this one," Colonel Une's voice commanded.
Neko's face blanched at the thought of being caught. Quickly, she took off as light-footed as possible. A shot rang out from behind her. A short peak over her shoulder told her of Colonel Une's presence.
Another shot came, but hit its target this time. Incredible pain filled Neko's left shoulder. Unable to go on, she fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
It was agony to hear Colonel Une's slow and calculated approach. A kick was delivered to Neko's ribs to let her know she was there. Blackness teased Neko by fluttering in front of her eyes for a moment, but did not envelope her. Just as the colonel readied another kick, a call came over her communicator.
"Colonel Une, a gundam has arrived!" the voice professed.
"I'll be right there," she replied. "I'll be back later for you," she promised.
After delivering a final kick, Une was gone. This time, darkness was kind and embraced the girl.
Author's notes: Sorry about the crappy fight-ish scenes. I'm not good at that. Anyway, I'm halfway through writing chapter 3 and if I get five reviews, then I will have it up by the end of the week, otherwise, it could be another two weeks or more! Ja!
Japanese words/phrases used:
Baka shoujo - stupid girl(s)
Neko was led to a small room by two guards. Her mother actually trusted the soldiers, and this disgusted her. These people had been responsible for her father's death and her mother trusted them with her only daughter?
"Sit," the taller of the guards commanded.
Neko did as she was told, but "accidentally" kicked the soldier in the shin as she sat. He gave her a dirty look and she returned a glare of her own. The guard motioned to the other with his hand and they left.
The room was bare, except for the small, cheap plastic char Neko sat in. Nothing adorned the concrete walls, not even paint. Neko could hear the echoing drip of water from the back of the room. Staring at the ground, she saw a cockroach scuttle across the floor. If she was almost any other girl, she would be standing on the seat of the chair, shrieking.
Picturing that, Neko snorted. 'Baka shoujo,' she thought. Maybe that was why she was put in this room. Did they hope to scare her or something?
She was left there for quite some time. 'Who knew counting cracks in the wall would pass time so quickly?' Glancing at her watch, she saw that nearly two hours had passed.
Another two hundred and thirty cracks later, the two previous guards returned but not alone. This new person was a woman.
She was tall for a female, almost taller than the larger guard. Her hair was a medium brown and pulled back into two strange buns at the nape of her neck. It was hard to distinguish her eye color, as she was wearing glasses, but Neko thought they matched her hair.
Scrutinizing Neko under her commanding gaze, she dismissed the soldiers. She circled the girl. Soon, she took a place at the front of the room, immediately in front of Neko.
"So, you're the one who's been causing us all this trouble," she began.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Neko replied, feigning innocence and also speaking slower and more accented than needed. Pretending she didn't know a lot of English could come in handy.
Truth is, though, Neko spoke English and Japanese her entire life. She was raised speaking both. When speaking English, she didn't even have an accent, but used one out of habit and for whatever purposes her mind thought up. Being a troublemaker nearly all her life, Neko learned to think fast in desperate times. When in compromising situations, she knew to prepare for later. This was just one of the ways she prepared now.
"Don't try to trick me, girl. It won't work. I know your kind and all your ways," the woman said, rather haughtily.
"And what exactly is my kind?"
The woman was shocked at this. Her mouth hung open, making her look like a gaping fish. "Why, you insolent brat!" she exclaimed.
Neko stayed wide-eyed and innocent looking. "No, really, I wanna know what my kind is."
Smiling, the woman turned around. A mistake, as Neko made every obscene and insulting gesture she knew. As she turned back around, Neko was caught in the middle of blowing a raspberry. Luckily, she was able to pass is off as wiping her eye.
"Your kind is the poor half-breeds that the colonies produce. They end up as non-functioning members of society who drag everyone down. Their parents usually abandon them at a young age, because they are so pathetic. Unfortunately, they are everywhere. No matter how you try to get rid of them, even more show up. These children are mainly born bastards and deserve to be scorned for their parents lustful acts."
Neko furrowed her brow in confusion. "What are you talking about? Yes, there are many orphans in the colonies, but I'm not one of them. I have a mother and a father, thank you very much. Might I add that they were *very* happily married when I was born?"
Again, the woman paced around Neko. "So you were told."
"So I know," Neko replied vehemently.
"You go by the name of Neko Yuy, right?"
"That's my name," Neko nodded.
"Not legally," the woman said. "You were born as Katrina Andrews."
"Katrina Andrews?" Neko did still not believe what she heard.
"Yes, the daughter of Karyn Andrews and Heero Yuy. Illegitimate, might I add?"
"How? And exactly who are you?" Neko asked, holding back tears. How could this happen to her?
"I'm Colonel Une, assistant to Mr. Treize Khushrenada. Your father had an affair with your mother while married to the woman you believed was your mother. Your mother died soon after your birth. Being raised to obey her husband, Miyako took you in as her own daughter. They were to never tell anyone of your actual birth and told people a different story. Your name was never legally changed because everyone would find out the truth about you. When you were five your father left on a business trip he never returned from. Your parents are dead. Therefore, you are an orphan."
Neko shook her head as the tears fell. "No, I'm not," she sobbed. Trying desperately to stop the tears, Neko looked up at Colonel Une. "Even if my biological mother and father are dead, I still have my mother. Whether she was the one who gave birth to me or not, she's still my mother! She raised me, not that Karyn Andrews woman. And my name is Neko!" she screamed, her voice had risen louder with each word. "Legally, we're all just a bunch of numbers. It doesn't matter what a slip of damned paper says!" Her hands were pure white from gripping the armrests of the chair.
Colonel Une smiled. "Well, that's an interesting way of looking at it. But the fact of the matter is, you're an orphan from the colonies. You will never amount to anything. Just a useless body taking up useless space."
"That's not true! Anyone can do anything if their want and need for it is large enough!"
"Again, an interesting way of looking at it. Katrina, are you-"
"My name is Neko!" she yelled. Before she knew what she was doing, she had landed a swift kick to Colonel Une's gut and was racing down a hallway. A siren started up. Neko continued, not knowing where she was headed. Coming to the end of the hallway, she took a right.
She stopped for a second to catch her breath. It was about two seconds before footsteps were coming from the corridor she had just left.
"You two take that one, I'll take this one," Colonel Une's voice commanded.
Neko's face blanched at the thought of being caught. Quickly, she took off as light-footed as possible. A shot rang out from behind her. A short peak over her shoulder told her of Colonel Une's presence.
Another shot came, but hit its target this time. Incredible pain filled Neko's left shoulder. Unable to go on, she fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
It was agony to hear Colonel Une's slow and calculated approach. A kick was delivered to Neko's ribs to let her know she was there. Blackness teased Neko by fluttering in front of her eyes for a moment, but did not envelope her. Just as the colonel readied another kick, a call came over her communicator.
"Colonel Une, a gundam has arrived!" the voice professed.
"I'll be right there," she replied. "I'll be back later for you," she promised.
After delivering a final kick, Une was gone. This time, darkness was kind and embraced the girl.
Author's notes: Sorry about the crappy fight-ish scenes. I'm not good at that. Anyway, I'm halfway through writing chapter 3 and if I get five reviews, then I will have it up by the end of the week, otherwise, it could be another two weeks or more! Ja!
