DC: Hello! Thanks to cous cous for reviewing my story! Actually, I don't know who the hell the neko-chan is gonna be u.ú!! My sis the Green Goblin said that she should be Hitomi, and Rat-Boy said that she should be Hitomi's clone. That's why I never said a name. What do you guys think?

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DC: Gosh, that's nice ¬¬''

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DC: Oh well, Tell me who you want her to be ^^ I'm open for all suggestions for this fic. I really need help. My friend is winning! Whaaaaa! C'mon, don't be a bunch of meanies. Just click down there, say: good or bad (I prefer the first one ^^) It's really easy!!!! Eeeek! I'm sounding like one of those AOL commercials!! AAAAAHHHH!

Disclaimer: I used to have a rock with wiggling eyes and yellow fake hair, it looked like Allen; but then the lawyers came and destroyed my house...

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CHAP 2: Friends of Foes?

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She opened her eyes slowly; sunrays making her shut her eyes again. She had survived the night. The pain was seizing her again, making her wish that she should have rather died. She pulled her hand from the wound in her side. The blood had stopped but she could see the big pool of blood that had escaped from her body.

She felt hungry, tired, and over all, sad. She couldn't get over that feeling. She also felt guilty, guilty about something she didn't know. Why? Why did she felt guilty? She didn't know, she could never know. She just hoped everybody was all right at her home, fine and happy. Home? She didn't have a home anymore. She didn't have anywhere to call home. She was alone now. Her old self had died long ago to her, along with those she once held dear in her heart. Why did this happen? There was only one, one answer: Love.

She raised her teary eyes to the sky. The Phantom Moon (Mystic, Illusionary, you name it, that's it) glowed in the sky, dimly, but always glowing, hiding occasionally behind a cloud. It comforted her, like always. The only friend she had now. She dried her eyes, smearing her eyelids with her blackened fur. She was strong; she wouldn't fall crying about something she couldn't fix anymore.

Everybody will be happy without her. So now, time to change this dirty self and go look for aid.

Nose up in the air, she started to look for water. A pond, river, lake, it didn't matter. She had to clean the wound before it got infected and full of hair.

Her ears adjusted to a tickling sound no far away from where she was. Her nose wasn't working to well today. Her tired feet started moving towards the sound. It grew louder while she got closer, her tongue already tasting the sweet water her throat was weary for.

She could smell it now. She took hold of some branches to steady herself. Just a couple of meters now and she would be...

Sh**!! Why the hell did this happen to her? Just... peachy. There was a cool, refreshing, cold and sweet river... crossing a cannon with a drop of about 40 or 50 ft and about 70 or 80 feet wide. Geez. This was just too great. Maybe she could sprout wings and fly to that darn river. There was a tree hanging over it about half way. But she wasn't crazy to try and jump for a stupid river...

Her spirit failed her. She dropped to the ground and banged her head in a sticking root in the process. She would never drop like that again. Never! At least she couldn't feel it very much. But she had an itching feeling on her limbs. Even in that tail she wasn't accustomed to. Roll and scratch herself like crazy was her wish now, but she was too tired to even think about it.

She tried to think on what to do now. She could drop in the road and hope for somebody to help her. But it was more likely for the slave masters to look over there, so she scratched that off the list. Maybe she could... Her ears propped up. She could hear another sound against the sound of that darned river. It sounded like... voices! She had to hide. Fear gripped her; her breathing became heavy as her eyes darted on all directions, looking for somewhere to hide. She didn't want to return to that hellhole. Not again, not now, not ever.

Her eyes suddenly looked at the root she had banged her head on. The tree! But... was she really crazy to jump? It didn't matter now. She climbed the tree with weary claws. She wasn't used to it, and that wound was just to make her life wonderful. She climbed the tree; hoping nobody would see her.

Looking for somewhere steady to take foothold, always looking down for the slave masters. Taking hold of a fat branch she scrambled upwards into the foliage, crouching as low as possible (did ya think she was gonna jump? She isn't as crazy as I am!), she calmed her breathing so it wouldn't tell off her location; she closed her eyes and tried to become one with the tree.

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Zenji was absolutely tired. Five hours listening to Alia can make everybody wish their own deaths. Of course, his dear 16-years-old sister wouldn't take hint on his sarcastic interest. Alia wanted Zenji to come horse riding with her. When Zenji said no, she gave him a speech about how he would rather spend his life sitting behind his desk rather than with her dear and loving sister. Yeah, too many pink dragons for her.

So Zenji gave in. Alia loved to go riding to that canyon from their mansion, quite a long ride. Owners of a great expansion of land, Zenji bought everything for her dear sister. She was all he had left of family. His mother died in the hands of some bandits and his father died seeking revenge for his dear wife. The lordship was inherited to him and he took great care of it. He was known wide and far for his caring attitude for others and helping hands.

He was getting ratter tired as they reached the cannon at afternoon. His sister was almost falling of her horse at sight of the awesome and magnificent view of the canyon, while he in his side was yawning and wishing for a dragon or something interesting.

"Can we go now? It will take us a while to get home. And we should start moving back." His face looked like chewed play-dough.

"Don't be stupid! You just can walk so many miles to see a beautiful sight and return 30 seconds after!!" Alia couldn't believe it! Thousands of brothers on Gaea and she had to have the most stupid of them all. She had such a horrible life!

"Wanna bet? Because if you want to bet you know I always win. You gotta learn to... uh?" He stopped talking when he saw Alia looking up at a nearby tree, her sight looking puzzled.

"What the hell is that, Zenji?"

He followed her hand and then her finger. Something gray and long was hanging from a branch.

"I do not know. A bird nest?"

"What kind of bird does nest like those?"

"A buzzard?"

Alia rolled her eyes up and made her way towards the tree. She was a nature-freak and wanned to discover new species, and maybe she could become famous.

She climbed up the tree and tried to reach the branch where that thing was. Alia stretched her arms and took hold of something furry; it hissed and clawed her hand; sharp nails tore her flesh while the thing crouched into a tighter ball. She retracted her hand rapidly, as blood oozed from the wound in her hand.

Alia was scared. She could her Zenji screaming at her, asking if she was okay. Her eyes went wide something gasped and Alia felt herself tumbling to the ground trying to reaching for something to take hold on. That thing that clawed at her. It grabbed her hand, in attempt to save her from collapsing to the ground below, while her brother raced to her and trying to catch her someway.

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Eeek! The Neko-Chan is still alive! For how much time anyways? Is this fic making sense? Or am I just leading myself tragically towards into my friend's trap? I guess I cannot be serious for much time. Help! Any ideas are welcomed in this fic! Thanks for reading! And REVIEW!!!! I'm losing u.ú