Foolish Games
By: AquaianGoddess

Disclaimers: Ummmm, the songs notmine, the animorphs aren'tmine. But they will be when I rule the world so I'm free to use them!

A/N: It's a "Live 14 years in my Shoes....." side fic. I got bored so I wrote it. Alot of it is mostly memories, most of them are Neko's, but some have Marco's thoughts in them, soo, it's werid in some places. It's a look in the mind that is Neko. As scary as that sounds. It's her looking back on the years before she left Earth (there's a side story on that too, but that's for another day.) It's kinda sad, I think so at least. I cried alittle while I was writing this. I guess because Neko (Christina) is based so closely on me that I can relate to her, somewhat. Or maybe it was because this song always makes me sad. Whatever.

/Text/ = Memories
~Text~ = Thoughts
*Text* = Song Lyrics

LA LA LA! Enjoy.



Neko walked into her quarters. She couldn't believe it. The Animorphs were alive! Well, not really. It was their past selves, apparently from before she left Earth.
She walked to her stereo. Song 4. She sat at her desk, doodling as she listened.

*You took your coat off and stood in the rain. You were always crazy like that.*

/Marco stood outside her door, the rain pouring down around him. ~Christina, ever notice how the weather shows your mood lately?~. He noticed her curtain was open and stepped to where she could see him, then took his coat off and threw a small pebble at her window.
She came to the window and looked at him, then she smiled sadly and dissapeared. only to reapear at the front door.

"Get in before you get sick, Marco."/

*I watched from my window, always felt I was outside, looking in on you.*

/Marco was outside her window, talking with Jake, having a what seemed to be a deep and meaningful conversation about a fight between Batman and Spiderman and the color cheese tastes like. ~Marco.... why don't you see me as more than your friend?~/

*You were always the mysterious one, with dark eyes and careless hair. You were fashionably sensative but too cool to care.*

/She walked into her classroom. Oh she loathed Mondays. She took her seat in the front of the room, when she felt a presences next to her. She looked up into a pair of dark, mysterious eyes.
"Hey."
"You look sad, Miss Kitty." The boy said, indicating the frown on her face and the cat ears she wore.
"Why would you care? Who are you anyway?"
"My name's Marco. Smile."
"Nothing to smile about."
"Nice to meet you, too. I'll see you during lunch, Miss Kitty."/

*Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say, besides some comment on the weather.*

/Marco stood in the doorway into her front room, dripping wet from head to toe, holding his coat in his arms. ~The rain falls like tears, and you've been crying.~ he wanted to say. She thought he had something to say to her. Like a pityous 'Sorry' that she's been hearing from everyone.
Her Grandfather died, death happenes, but it still hurt.
He wanted her to smile, but all he said was "Nice weather, eh Christina?"
"What do you want, Marco?" She asked, her voice as frigid as the rain that fell./

*Well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see, this is my heart, bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees.*

/Christina sat on her bed sobbing. ~Marco, why didn't you tell me? You always could have told me.~ Knock was at her door.
"Go away."
The door opened. "Christina?"
"Hey Marco."
Her friend sat on the bed, and held her as she cried, not ever knowing that she cried for him./

*These foolish games are tearing me apart, and your thoughtless words are breaking my heart You're breaking my heart.*

/"You've been really distant Marco. What's wrong?"
"None of your concern, Christina."
"Yes it is! You're my friend, at least I thought you were." He winced at how hurt she sounded.
"Yeah well, I don't want to talk to you Christina, go away."
"What's happening to you?" She clenched her fist, "You know what? I don't wanna know. I don't even wanna talk to you anymore!" She turned on her heel and walked off before the tears that stung her eyes threatened to fall. ~Marco.... you've grown so cold. JUST TELL ME!~/

*You're always brilliant in the morning, smoking you're cigarettes, and talking over coffee.*

/It was 6:30 on a Saturday morning when the doorbell rang. Christina, rubbing her eyes, walked downstairs, dressed in a streched-out long-sleeved shirt that fell off one of her shoulders and baggy sweatpants.
She opened the door. "Good Morning! Man do you sleep in those cat ears or something, Chris?" Marco walked in, putting down his packages long enough to hang up his coat and shake the snow out of his hair, then he picked them back up and walked into her kitchen, "I'm going to make you breakfast."
"Why are you making me breakfast?" she asked, shivering.
Marco put his bags down and turned to her, takeing off his sweater and wrapped her up in it. "So I have an excuse to talk to you."/

*Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you, you loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones as I clumsily strummed my guitar.*

/"I really think the 'The Screamer' is a good picture, it makes you wonder what he's screaming about." Marco said, as he placed eggs, bacon and a lightly toasted buttered bagel on a plate and picked up a cup of hot coacoa and placed it in front of her. "I hear your dad's teaching you guitar, will you play something for me?"
Christina nodded silently and went to go get her guitar. She came back and played a few chords as Marco talked about his mom./

*You'd teach me of honest things. Things that were daring, things that were clean. Things that you knew an honest dollar did mean. I hid my soiled hands behind my back. Somewhere along the line I must have gone off track of you.*
/"Its like we hardly know them anymore, Carlos! They've grown so distant."
"I think we should just give up on them. They don't want us as friends, then they won't have us as friends. We'll give them the same treatment that they give us."/

*Excuse me, it seems I've mistaken you for somebody else. Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself.*

/"OH MY GOD! I passed! Look!" Christina ran to where Carlos, Marco, Jake, Rachel and Cassie were standing. "I PASSED! Look at that!"
"Whoopdeedo." Marco said, his tone acidic.
"What, did you not pass?"
"I passed, I just don't care." He walked away. Christina held the test to her chest.
"I'm proud of you, Chris." Carlos said, a hand on her shoulder.
Christina blinked back tears and smiled, hoping to cover her sadness, "Thanks! I have to get home... see you guys!" She turned and ran.

When she got inside her house she ran to her room, slammed the door and leaned against it, glaring at the 98 test in her hands she ripped it up into tiny peices.
She turned on the Tv, the news was on.

"A young boy and his father were killed today in a drive by shooting." She saw Marco's picture on the screen. She fell to the floor, sobbing./

*These foolish games are tearing me, you're tearing me, you're tearing me apart, and your thoughtless words are breaking my heart. You're breaking my heart.*

/"What do you mean you saw him? Marco's dead!"
"I saw him Christina."
"No. Not Christina. I'm Neko. Starting now Christina's dead. We're going. I refuse to help the same bastards that LIED TO US! I hope they all die!"/

*You took your coat off and stood in the rain, you were always crazy like that.*

Neko lied face down on her bed and cried. From outside the door, Deathsythe could hear the last notes fade away as she listened to Neko's sobs.
She looked at the door with a concerned look of her face.

"Neko listening to Jewel again?" her Uncle Chaos asked, concerned about his friend as well.

"Yeah. I wonder why it makes her so sad."

"Me too."
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A/N: Tell me what you think. I personally think that I could have done better on the ending, but ::shrugs:: whatever.