* Author once more! Now, this chapter focuses mainly on Animorphs and I don't want to spend that much time to tell about ever grueling lil incident I had dreamed up once before. I don't own anything about Animorphs, ok? Naomi, Jake, Tom(btw is a Controller), Cassie, yada yada yada...Ummm, try not to get too confused with this whole thing. Just get the point that it was Hell 30 times over, k? Oh, and I butt in a little to talk to my purdy lil character! ~!^ *
Things were going well again. After a shaking run in with the law about me being a minor...on my own...without anyone...that is! Anyways...I quickly became one of the few people who was able to live/be on their own...haven't you ever heard of some 14-year-old become a legal adult to take care of their baby or something? It sorta happened to me. By now I was 11, only one solid year into my days as a trainer. I was running my gym well to say the least...only weak trainers fought me. I suppose they thought that I was too young and inexperienced to be a great battler. I kept a perfect record...never losing one battle. I would say I had about 214 Pokemon by then. Now, now, now, it's not impossible! I only worked in my gym from 11 A.M.-3 P.M. The rest of the time I flew on Once-Pidgey-Now-Pidgeot-Soara to the best Pokemon spots that I had observed since I was...able to walk?
It was early on a Saturday morning when I received a call from my aunt Naomi. She lived in America, somewhere on the coast of the--well, I can't say...yet. I was to go back home to America to stay for a few months...Aunt Naomi had just NOW gotten word of my mother's death. News travels slowly between continents and I didn't know the number to call. I'm not normally from Japan, but my mom's gym was built there so we inevitably moved there. Japanese is my second language and is as good as my first. America...I barely remember it, except that it was nice. Of course that was because we lived in a nice place with nice people. I was so excited that I packed that night. I set for the gym to be closed (ok, so I didn't want my gym to be ran by some incompetent Neanderthal) and I was on a long, sleepy, plane ride over the waters and land. I left my Pokemon with Professor Oak because I felt them safer there. We touched down at 1 P.M. although...it DID NOT feel like 1 P.M. to me.
I was meet with open arms by Aunt Naomi, Jordan, Sarah, Rachael, Tom, Jake and his parents. Jordan through Jake would all be my cousins. I've only talked to many of them on the phone, through e-mail, letters, photos, and ya know!
"Hey Kiddo, I'm. Sorry. About--your, mom..." Aunt Naomi made hand motions--obviously forgetting I spoke English, she seemed to be annoyed my funny stares.
"I DO speak English, and quite well at that. It's alright...about mom. It was a long time ago, and I've learned how to get along semi-alone, just fine," I said and looked down saddened by my own words. Rachael put her arms around my shoulders.
"Hey Mom, she IS one of the best PKMN trainers in the world, she's tough!" She said trying to cheer me up. I laughed; I could always count on her for that kind of stuff. We chatted about needing to catch up on things, and how we have all been...but mostly they focused on me. I didn't know what it was then...but Tom was different...he wasn't his normal self. I kept quiet, my instincts told me to. To skip boring weeks and junk, let's go to the good part! This is my important history, not lame conversations with adults and other teens.
My cousins let me go hang with the mall with them and some friends. When we all arrived, I was introduced to Tobias, Marco, and Cassie. I wasn't shy...Hell I was the first one who said anything at all! We just hung out for a while, got something to eat...and I went shopping with Rachael. It was pretty cool...the better part was, that no one cared I was 11! I wasn't treated like some tag-along brat. Soon, the joyful mall crawl was coming to an end. It was late, so we decided to take one of those long short cuts through an abandoned construction site. It was one of those 'too dangerous' places your parents tell you to avoid at all costs or you're grounded for life!
Tobias was the first to spot it. Something was falling towards the Earth...and fast! We all took cover as we A. realized it would hit here and B. it wasn't a meteor. It landed so loudly; I had to cover my ears as I cowered behind some cement. It was a spaceship! No, I'm serious...it was like amazing! Damn...I can remember it like it was yesterday! I'm sorry...but it's just too hard to...
* Stop! *
"What?!"
* This is your PAST remember? Let's get some details! *
"Wha...who the heck are you?!"
* I'm the almighty and all-powerful writer! *
"Oh...well then, MAKE me give some details here! This is YOUR fanfic, I just play the part, unless you forgot?"
* So I see we've come to an understanding. *
"Whatever..." Anyways, where was I before the author rudely interrupted me?
* Hey! *
"What, can't I have my own lines?! Back offffff, and let me tell my story!"
* Hmph...Fine! *
GETTING BACK TO THE STORY! Like I was SAYING, I can't go into so many details...because it's so painful. I am physically strong...very strong. I am pretty strong emotionally, too, but I don't like talking about my past. Here's the jest of this whole thing. That night an alien, an Andalite war prince, fell to Earth only to betray his people to tell us our fate and how to stop it. Earth was being invaded by a parasitic alien called a Yeerk. Thousands of innocent people were being infested. You see, you can't tell who's a controller (what we call a person who has a Yeerk in their head) because in their natural state they look just like slugs...nearly deaf and blind! They need a host to see and hear, to have power. They crawl in your ear cannel using some sort of pain killer...and the take over your body...you're a prisoner in your own mind. You can't speak, sleep, or even eat without them doing it for you. They can flip through you memories and laugh at every embarrassing thing you've done, so they can take your place perfectly without leaving any suspicion. This Andalite, Elfangor, was mortally wounded and knew it, too. He choose to defy his people and give us six the power to morph into any animal we touch. We absorb their DNA through touch and we can change into that animal...or Pokemon for that matter. Except, if you stay over the two-hour time limit, you're trapped as that animal forever and ever. We were Earth's resistance; it's only hope from freedom from the Yeerks!
Along the way, we met Elfangor's little brother, Aximili...blah blah blah, long name. We just call him Ax. It's great to know that a couple of teenagers are Earth's only hope, huh? We've been through a lot; traveling through time, killing Hork-Bajir (the main hosts of the Yeerks), I've been infested myself once...seeing the pain of people who have been infested, the Yeerk pool (they have to feed on Kandrona rays every three days...or they'll die), and have even traveled to far off planets. After a while that seemed like an eternity, we beat the Yeerks. I was then 12 and had nightmares each and every night. I never really ever slept one wink since that night at the construction site...
After this whole experience, I was glad to go back home to Japan. I would miss everyone, but now I could call! My Pokemon, which I had kept great taps on, were happy to see me again! I got back into my training 'grove' and became better than ever! Unfortunately, there was one thing I didn't mention. I'm sort of trapped in morph...You see I have to morph a Red Tailed Hawk once a day for 2 hours or I'll be one forever. Enter stage right, Elemist. This weird being with all sorts of power was able to bend time and allow me to live this way rather than permanently a hawk. So, to say the least...I was happy it was over, but I wasn't extremely happy again...