hi everyone!
if anyone is wondering why this second chapter hasen't wanted to show... it's coz I just rememberd that
ff.net lets you use HTML and I was using a character that is a start the html
tag at the end of my pretalk in this chapter. I just figured it out...
avihenda no baka...
this time it should work.
For the people that reviewed this fic sofar:
Domnu, thanks!
Phantom, about Van's brothers name, he is called Folken but there is also a spelling version
that uses Volken. If spellt Volken the "V" should not be pronounsed as
an english "V" but as a german. When using the german "V" the name actually sounds more like
the japanees way of saying the name. You can find both spelling versions of Folken and Volken
in an urly fan sub on video that is atleast 5 years old (if not oler..)
in that sub their seams to be 3 diffrent sub groupes coz all the name spelling for
Van, Gaia, Folken and some other main characters change 3 times.
then there is also the Manga names, where some of the characters get completly
diffrent names from the anime. Escaflowne is full of this and is
very irritating at times :-/ But I apreaciate (evan if I can't spell
it at the moment... ^_^') that you took the time to read my fic
and decide to coment on it.
TennyoAngel711, thanks for the coment about the titel, Iknow it's a
lame titel, but it was the working name for it and when I decided to
put it out I was to stressed to change it. it's easy to remember but if
to many think it's a boring name, I'll change it.
Enzeru No Yami
Thanks for telling me! The fic has been up for over a week and noone
had reviewed it. So yesterday I did a special checkup on ff.net and
that version can't bee seen or anything. So I reuploaded the entire thing yesterday
and you can't see anything until 24 hours later, but if you hadn't told me,
I'd have missed it! So thanks a millen!
Sorry for taking so long to update but you know, ff.net has been more or less down this month :-(
This chapter is still in the introduction stage of the story (sorry) so
there is lots of info but litle action. (I know some of you are waiting that and don't worry, after this chapter I'm speeding the plot a bit)
Because of ff.net changed rules about how they show stories (not showing NC17 stories without you specifing)
I've decided to temorarily change the rating to PG or like that.
Just so the people that have missed this change, will find the storie.
But don't worry, as soon as the story calls for it, (and it will if I follow the original plotline)
it will change back to NC17. don't worry I'll warn you about that to.
if you don't have anything better to do, why not read one of our other fics?
just click on our penname and start browsing ^_^
Now for the fun part of Reviewing!
the first person to review was.... *DUM, DUM, DUM, DUUUUUUM!*
------------- EVA MAVERX ------------------
Eva has won the honour to the titel The Fastes, Coolest Reviewer (shortend TFCR)
Until I update again. ^_^ *bowes to Eva*
To the rest of you that reviewed, Thanks a bundle! I really apreciate your
coments and chears. :-)
Hope you will continue to read "boy as cat" until the end.
so, enuf of my mumbling and on to the fic!
standard disclamer
Chapter 2
Realizations
It was one of those "spur of the moment", things. I was walking down the street when suddenly I herd a racket between the two buildings to the right hand side of me.
One of the things with me, is that I'm very curious. I just can't stand not knowing. So, I snuck in to see what was happening.
A big red, tiger striped cat, that only reminded me of the comic cat Garfield, was trying to claw something that I at the moment couldn't see, into very small peace's.
I "Shooed" the big cat away and looked down to see what he had found so interesting.
On the ground lay a midnight black cat. It was badly hurt and looked starved, yet still muscular. The cat looked up at me and his stair only said one thing; "Take me home with you."
I usually don't take stray cats home with me, but I couldn't just leave this cute and pleading cat where it lay. I reached down and carefully picked the cat up.
"Taking care of it (the cat) will probably help me get my mind of "Mr Casanova."" Drifted throu my mind as I walked the remaining five streets to my flat.
~~@~~
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a livingroom.
Someone had laid me down on the table beside the small sofa. That someone was looking for something in the room beside.
My human instincts told me to lie still or my wounds would reopen (at least it felt like I wasn't bleeding anymore.), but my cat instinct told me to go and look who was in the other room and what they where doing.
The cat in me won.
I forced my body to role so I got my feet under me and with speed and grace leaped of the table, to land on the floor.
Or so I'd hoped.
It wasn't that the human in me had decided to change it's mind, as much as the cat in me had forgotten to ask Mr Tired-muscles and Uncle Energy-reserve, if they could, perhaps work a bit.
The result in other words, that I hit the floor with little speed and no grace.
As it was, that was more then enough.
"Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! …" screamed my mind.
"Mjaew! Mjaew! Mjaew! Mjaew! Mjaew!…" was all I could hear.
I'd give just about anything right about now, to be able to swear and have someone understand me.
Somehow it's just more gratifying swearing when people around you, understand it.
I was picked up again and I reopened my eyes to find my angel form before.
"Bad! Bad, cat! You shouldn't move, your wounds till reopen." While tapping my nose.
"Told you so" my human part told the cat part, that was at the moment was trying to hide behind Pride.
The angel put me back on the table. Her hands gently bandiged my body and I tried despretly not to scream or try to get free form her hands, when it hurt.
When I was still a full time human, I use to ignore or flee people as much as posible. They allways had demands on me. Do this, act like this, takes your responsability as a person of great wealt.
He hated that last one most of all. "Take your responsability" as if he didn't know he had responsabilities, they had to remind him about not only his "normal" responsabilities, but also about what ever was important this month.
Of course he feelt sorry for the dieing children in Africa or the reinforest being choped down. But to give money to any of them would mean first checking so they used the money they got in, in the way they said they did. That is, helping the children in Afica or what ever it happend to be about.
Not to pay people working in their offices.
If this checked out and this could take anywhere between a week and months, he would have to ask the family's PR people if it was ok.
The PR people would check if the organisation had been involved in any illigal activities, political parties or anything that could harm the family to be associated with.
If they gave tumbs up, it was ok to donate money to just that organisation.
Guess what, he didn't donate money very often. Nearly every person he know, wanted something of him.
Woman tried to seduce him to get to his money. Men tryed to get at his power. As if it's fun to know that if he sneased, wallstreet would go down.
So he had hide. He isolated himself as much as he could. He couldn't get away from it completly, but he had tried.
His father had been worried for him. But a father can only do just so much, and now he was dead.
They had never been close, but they had had a resnobley good relationship. Van had never been the kind that ran to his father for help, for any litle problem. He liked doing and fixing things himself. It was first when he was dead that Van realised what a comfort and securaty it had been, just knowing that if, just if, he got into truble up over his head, his father would be there.
But he was no more and the problem was, for the first time in years, Van could have used his help.
*****
did you like this chapter? Tell me what you think! ^_^
For anyone that whants to know, I'm halfway writing the next part so it will be out
soon.
if anyone is wondering why this second chapter hasen't wanted to show... it's coz I just rememberd that
ff.net lets you use HTML and I was using a character that is a start the html
tag at the end of my pretalk in this chapter. I just figured it out...
avihenda no baka...
this time it should work.
For the people that reviewed this fic sofar:
Domnu, thanks!
Phantom, about Van's brothers name, he is called Folken but there is also a spelling version
that uses Volken. If spellt Volken the "V" should not be pronounsed as
an english "V" but as a german. When using the german "V" the name actually sounds more like
the japanees way of saying the name. You can find both spelling versions of Folken and Volken
in an urly fan sub on video that is atleast 5 years old (if not oler..)
in that sub their seams to be 3 diffrent sub groupes coz all the name spelling for
Van, Gaia, Folken and some other main characters change 3 times.
then there is also the Manga names, where some of the characters get completly
diffrent names from the anime. Escaflowne is full of this and is
very irritating at times :-/ But I apreaciate (evan if I can't spell
it at the moment... ^_^') that you took the time to read my fic
and decide to coment on it.
TennyoAngel711, thanks for the coment about the titel, Iknow it's a
lame titel, but it was the working name for it and when I decided to
put it out I was to stressed to change it. it's easy to remember but if
to many think it's a boring name, I'll change it.
Enzeru No Yami
Thanks for telling me! The fic has been up for over a week and noone
had reviewed it. So yesterday I did a special checkup on ff.net and
that version can't bee seen or anything. So I reuploaded the entire thing yesterday
and you can't see anything until 24 hours later, but if you hadn't told me,
I'd have missed it! So thanks a millen!
Sorry for taking so long to update but you know, ff.net has been more or less down this month :-(
This chapter is still in the introduction stage of the story (sorry) so
there is lots of info but litle action. (I know some of you are waiting that and don't worry, after this chapter I'm speeding the plot a bit)
Because of ff.net changed rules about how they show stories (not showing NC17 stories without you specifing)
I've decided to temorarily change the rating to PG or like that.
Just so the people that have missed this change, will find the storie.
But don't worry, as soon as the story calls for it, (and it will if I follow the original plotline)
it will change back to NC17. don't worry I'll warn you about that to.
if you don't have anything better to do, why not read one of our other fics?
just click on our penname and start browsing ^_^
Now for the fun part of Reviewing!
the first person to review was.... *DUM, DUM, DUM, DUUUUUUM!*
------------- EVA MAVERX ------------------
Eva has won the honour to the titel The Fastes, Coolest Reviewer (shortend TFCR)
Until I update again. ^_^ *bowes to Eva*
To the rest of you that reviewed, Thanks a bundle! I really apreciate your
coments and chears. :-)
Hope you will continue to read "boy as cat" until the end.
so, enuf of my mumbling and on to the fic!
standard disclamer
Chapter 2
Realizations
It was one of those "spur of the moment", things. I was walking down the street when suddenly I herd a racket between the two buildings to the right hand side of me.
One of the things with me, is that I'm very curious. I just can't stand not knowing. So, I snuck in to see what was happening.
A big red, tiger striped cat, that only reminded me of the comic cat Garfield, was trying to claw something that I at the moment couldn't see, into very small peace's.
I "Shooed" the big cat away and looked down to see what he had found so interesting.
On the ground lay a midnight black cat. It was badly hurt and looked starved, yet still muscular. The cat looked up at me and his stair only said one thing; "Take me home with you."
I usually don't take stray cats home with me, but I couldn't just leave this cute and pleading cat where it lay. I reached down and carefully picked the cat up.
"Taking care of it (the cat) will probably help me get my mind of "Mr Casanova."" Drifted throu my mind as I walked the remaining five streets to my flat.
~~@~~
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a livingroom.
Someone had laid me down on the table beside the small sofa. That someone was looking for something in the room beside.
My human instincts told me to lie still or my wounds would reopen (at least it felt like I wasn't bleeding anymore.), but my cat instinct told me to go and look who was in the other room and what they where doing.
The cat in me won.
I forced my body to role so I got my feet under me and with speed and grace leaped of the table, to land on the floor.
Or so I'd hoped.
It wasn't that the human in me had decided to change it's mind, as much as the cat in me had forgotten to ask Mr Tired-muscles and Uncle Energy-reserve, if they could, perhaps work a bit.
The result in other words, that I hit the floor with little speed and no grace.
As it was, that was more then enough.
"Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! …" screamed my mind.
"Mjaew! Mjaew! Mjaew! Mjaew! Mjaew!…" was all I could hear.
I'd give just about anything right about now, to be able to swear and have someone understand me.
Somehow it's just more gratifying swearing when people around you, understand it.
I was picked up again and I reopened my eyes to find my angel form before.
"Bad! Bad, cat! You shouldn't move, your wounds till reopen." While tapping my nose.
"Told you so" my human part told the cat part, that was at the moment was trying to hide behind Pride.
The angel put me back on the table. Her hands gently bandiged my body and I tried despretly not to scream or try to get free form her hands, when it hurt.
When I was still a full time human, I use to ignore or flee people as much as posible. They allways had demands on me. Do this, act like this, takes your responsability as a person of great wealt.
He hated that last one most of all. "Take your responsability" as if he didn't know he had responsabilities, they had to remind him about not only his "normal" responsabilities, but also about what ever was important this month.
Of course he feelt sorry for the dieing children in Africa or the reinforest being choped down. But to give money to any of them would mean first checking so they used the money they got in, in the way they said they did. That is, helping the children in Afica or what ever it happend to be about.
Not to pay people working in their offices.
If this checked out and this could take anywhere between a week and months, he would have to ask the family's PR people if it was ok.
The PR people would check if the organisation had been involved in any illigal activities, political parties or anything that could harm the family to be associated with.
If they gave tumbs up, it was ok to donate money to just that organisation.
Guess what, he didn't donate money very often. Nearly every person he know, wanted something of him.
Woman tried to seduce him to get to his money. Men tryed to get at his power. As if it's fun to know that if he sneased, wallstreet would go down.
So he had hide. He isolated himself as much as he could. He couldn't get away from it completly, but he had tried.
His father had been worried for him. But a father can only do just so much, and now he was dead.
They had never been close, but they had had a resnobley good relationship. Van had never been the kind that ran to his father for help, for any litle problem. He liked doing and fixing things himself. It was first when he was dead that Van realised what a comfort and securaty it had been, just knowing that if, just if, he got into truble up over his head, his father would be there.
But he was no more and the problem was, for the first time in years, Van could have used his help.
*****
did you like this chapter? Tell me what you think! ^_^
For anyone that whants to know, I'm halfway writing the next part so it will be out
soon.