~ kitten ~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter One
(Revised)
She wandered.
That was all she could do. She remembered nothing of her
surroundings, so she had no way of selecting a destination. So she
wandered aimlessly, searching. Searching for something that she doubted
existed, even if she knew what it was she was looking for.
She was alone. Perhaps not really, but if she had anyone, she
did not remember them, so in her mind, she was as alone as a human
could get. She did not even have her memories to call upon to keep her
company.
She had nothing.
Perhaps the clothing she wore, and bracelet on her wrist, but
even then she could not be sure. Perhaps these clothes were borrowed,
or stolen, or perhaps she had been in the middle of a play, and these
clothes were costumes.
The day was overcast, perfect for her dreary mood. She had the
feeling that she was normally a bubbly person, but then again, when one
has not the slightest memories beyond an hour ago, it is hard to judge
things about yourself.
Who was she? She asked herself for the thousandth time. What
had she been doing here? And where was 'here?' She had the feeling that
she was not supposed to be here, somehow. That had been frankly
obvious when she had nearly had a heartattack after looking up and
seeing not a night sky twinkling with stars and a moon, but several
large spheres orbiting the earth, large and visible even from the
surface. Something within her had told her firmly that those spheres,
or rings, as some of them were, were not supposed to be there.
The girl looked up at the sky again, just as the rolling black
clouds began to release their bounty; rain. Sweet, cool rain. Within
moments the young woman's waist length, dark gold hair was drenched,
lengthening it a few more inches as the slight curls were straightened
by the weight of the rainwater.
She closed her sea green eyes, flecked with silver, and let her
tears of sorrow and helplessness fall, knowing that the rain would
hide them.
For the first time in an hour, she allowed herself to feel. The
ice wall that had immediately gone up around her heart the moment a
sign of an emotional termoil session came into sight began to melt.
Emotions, pain, fear, uncertantity -something she for some
reason loathed- the slight edges of panic, helplessness -another emtion
she fould herself glaring at mentally- all wracked her body and mind,
and she cried harder, though she made not a sound.
The nameless girl leaned back against the brick wall that was
just behind her.
The rain fell harder.
The girl slid down the wall, her face still tilted to the sky,
her knees folded up against her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around
her legs.
She did not gasp, nor sob; the tears came silently. The ice
wall that blocked out fear and panic was melting, yes, but then there
was always the rock wall just beyond it.
A prick of light flashed in the back of her mind, and she
cried out suddenly, cluching her head in her hands. Somehow, through
the slight pain, she sensed that this sensation was familiar.
"Damn amnesia," She muttered, gritting her teeth.
Then it was gone.
The girl gasped, eyes wide as she released her grip on her
temples, staring down at a point on the wet pavement just beyond the
toes of her rainwater saturated shoes.
Her attention shifted -though physically she didn't move an
inch- as she heard light footsteps padding softly toward her, from her
left. She didn't look, but simply stared straight ahead. Damp curls
plastered to the side of her face and tickling the senstive skin just
under her tearbright eyes. She moved her arms to wrap around her torso,
subconsciously trying to hide what her wet, white shirt had partially
revealed in its current transparency.
"What are you doing here, onna?"
(AN: Guess who?)
Now the girl looked over to see a boy, a boy who looked about
her age- she stopped. How did she know that? She didn't know her age.
But somehow she felt he was about her own age, and that he looked
around sixteen. The nameless girl simply stared at him, almost
stupidly.
"I asked you a question, girl!" The boy was obviously of a
different race than her. His eyes were pitch black and slanted, like
the eyes of a cat, or better yet, a dragon. His hair was pulled back
into a tight -almost painfully looking, so- shiny pony-tail.
"Who are you and what are you doing tresspassing?" The boy
was not happy.
The girl looked at him for a moment longer, then looked away,
staring straight ahead once more.
"Are you listening to me?"
She wanted to answer him, but inside she just felt...dead. She
didn't have the strength to deal with his temper.
Something inside her quirked in irony. Did that mean she had a
temper as well? She didn't know. Again she cursed her lack of memory.
"What was that?" The boy demanded. The nameless girl sighed,
blinked, and slowly rose to her feet, pushing against the wall for
support. She felt so, so tired...
"This is the last time I'm going to ask, onna...." The boy
gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?"
Somehow, the girl found the mental strength to answer.
"I don't know." She whispered. "I don't know anything...."
"Obviously," The boy pointed to asign. "I guess you don't know
how to read, either." The girl looked at the sign, and blinked.
"Its in Japanese," She said in a monotone, careless voice.
"It's in Chinese!" The young man growled. "Stupid onna." He
muttered.
"How should I know the difference?" The girl snapped, glaring
at him. "And what the heck is an onna? I get the feeling its not very
polite. And how do you get off calling perfect strangers weak? For all
you know I could be a...a martial Arts, or a fencing Champion." She
felt something deep in the back of her mind click. Fencing... swords...
a twing of emotion. Why? She got the feeling of...familiarity. A hobby,
perhaps?
"You try my patience, *woman.*" The boy crossed his arms.
"You mean you had one to begin with?" Yep, she had a temper.
And aparently a decently sharp tongue to go with it. She frowned. Or
maybe it was just her foul (Understatement) mood.
She stopped for a moment. And her senses were coming back as
well. She sniffed the air, and smelled rainwater. Vaguely she realized
she liked, no, loved the scent.
"For one thing, how can you not read Chinese? You're speaking
it!" The boy exclaimed, finally loosing his patience. "And if you're
so talented in martial arts in fencing, what are you doing standing out
in the middle of the rain like a complete imbicile, hmm?"
"Are you always this childish?" She asked him.
'You're one to talk,' Her mind scolded her. She blinked. Was
she immature? She got no response.
Her comment hadn't improved the chinese boy's temperment.
"Why, you..."
"Hey, Wu-man! (AN: heh heh...) You back already with the
pizza already?"
"No, baka, I'm trying to get rid of a trespassing pest."
"Who you calling pest, bug-eyes?" The girl retorted hotly,
glaring at the chinese boy whom had been called 'Wu-man' by a voice
that currently she had no body to attach to.
"Onna...." The boy growled.
"Hey, the trespasser is a girl?" The lighthearted voice that
had dubbed the Chinese boy asked. A brunette haired boy around the
same age as the chinese young man peeked his head around the corner of
the wall, that the girl now realized as a gate entrance. Had she
really been that out of it?
Looking around, she suddenly realized that she was in a
garden of sorts. She had entered in through an entrance under an arch,
and was leaning against the stone wall that held yet another gate, this
one most likely leading up to a house of sorts.
"Haaaaaaay....!" The newcomer drawled, his eyes lighting up.
The Nameless girl noted that he was very good looking, in a boyish sort
of way. "Wu-man, you didn't say the intruder was cute!"
The girl blushed, and put a hand over her mouth to keep from
giggling. The normal, human motion and emotion seemed to awaken her
senses that had been numbed with shock the rest of the way, both the
mental and physical ones.
At first she was glad, then she wasn't so sure, as she began
to shiver violently, noticing for the first time just how cold she
was.
"Wufei!" The newest arrival exclaimed. "You claim to be all
honorable, and here you are letting her freeze to death!" The owner
of the scolding voice stepped into full view, clad in blue jeans with
holes in the knees and a sleevless black shirt. The namless girl looked
at him and smiled, desperately trying to still her shivering.
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, like sh- er, yeah, right you are. Like I'm going to
believe that." The boy caught himself in time, and the girl raised an
eyebrow.
"A sense of humor and careful with his language around strange
girls? You -Wufei, isn't it?- you should take lessons." She smirked at
the chinese boy as the black shirt-ed boy laughed. As he did so, a she
caught sight of a long, dark brown braid hanging down his back.
"But seriously," The girl smiled gently, despite her blue lips
and chattering teeth. "Sorry for trespassing. I was...a bit out of it.
I'll leave."
"What the- huh?" The braided boy blinked, taking a step towards
the dark golden haired girl with the sad, empty, but still somehow
sparkling sea green eyes. But she was gone, already dashing towards
the archway that led out onto the country road.
"Wierd onna," Wufei muttered, turned, and headed back inside.
Then, sensing his comrade wasn't with him, he glanced back over his
shoulder and scowled when he saw the brown haired boy looking after
where the girl had disappeared.
"Come on, Maxwell." Wufei growled. "You've seen good looking
onnas before." 'Maxwell' whirled.
"So you think she's cute, too?" The boy's face lit up like a
lightbulb as he wiggled his ears slightly, his usual horns just
beginning to show from underneath his hair as he got an evil glint in
his eyes. Wufei paled as he realized what he had just said, and he
scowled fiercely. Cursing and muttering, he whirled and stomped
through the open gate.
"Come on, baka, we'll order."
"Oooooh, I can't believe this!" The American braided boy
crowed, and raced back up towards the hous, looking as if Christmas had
come early for him. "Wait till the guys hear this! Heero, Trowa!
Quatre! Guess what? WUFEI JUST SAID THAT HE THOUGHT A GIRL WAS
CUTE!!!!!!!!"
"Oh, the injustice," Wufei grumbled miserably, death for the
brown braided boy glaring out of his eyes.
But down the pathway, just ouside the arch that lead outside
to the street, leaning against the wall, a figure lay curled up in
a nook underneath a gargoyle, the wings of the sinister stone creature
shielding her from the rain. She smiled slightly as she listened to the
two teenage boy's antics.
Had she ever had friends like that? She didn't know. Just like
always, she was alone. Would she always be like this? The hollow inside
her squeezed her heart painfully.
God, she prayed not.
To Be Continued....
Dark, angasty, sad, I know, but keep with me, minna! It gets
better, I promise!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING. THE OTAKU
CHARACTERS AND PLOT ARE MINE, AS IS THE 'KITTEN' BRACELET.*
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter One
(Revised)
She wandered.
That was all she could do. She remembered nothing of her
surroundings, so she had no way of selecting a destination. So she
wandered aimlessly, searching. Searching for something that she doubted
existed, even if she knew what it was she was looking for.
She was alone. Perhaps not really, but if she had anyone, she
did not remember them, so in her mind, she was as alone as a human
could get. She did not even have her memories to call upon to keep her
company.
She had nothing.
Perhaps the clothing she wore, and bracelet on her wrist, but
even then she could not be sure. Perhaps these clothes were borrowed,
or stolen, or perhaps she had been in the middle of a play, and these
clothes were costumes.
The day was overcast, perfect for her dreary mood. She had the
feeling that she was normally a bubbly person, but then again, when one
has not the slightest memories beyond an hour ago, it is hard to judge
things about yourself.
Who was she? She asked herself for the thousandth time. What
had she been doing here? And where was 'here?' She had the feeling that
she was not supposed to be here, somehow. That had been frankly
obvious when she had nearly had a heartattack after looking up and
seeing not a night sky twinkling with stars and a moon, but several
large spheres orbiting the earth, large and visible even from the
surface. Something within her had told her firmly that those spheres,
or rings, as some of them were, were not supposed to be there.
The girl looked up at the sky again, just as the rolling black
clouds began to release their bounty; rain. Sweet, cool rain. Within
moments the young woman's waist length, dark gold hair was drenched,
lengthening it a few more inches as the slight curls were straightened
by the weight of the rainwater.
She closed her sea green eyes, flecked with silver, and let her
tears of sorrow and helplessness fall, knowing that the rain would
hide them.
For the first time in an hour, she allowed herself to feel. The
ice wall that had immediately gone up around her heart the moment a
sign of an emotional termoil session came into sight began to melt.
Emotions, pain, fear, uncertantity -something she for some
reason loathed- the slight edges of panic, helplessness -another emtion
she fould herself glaring at mentally- all wracked her body and mind,
and she cried harder, though she made not a sound.
The nameless girl leaned back against the brick wall that was
just behind her.
The rain fell harder.
The girl slid down the wall, her face still tilted to the sky,
her knees folded up against her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around
her legs.
She did not gasp, nor sob; the tears came silently. The ice
wall that blocked out fear and panic was melting, yes, but then there
was always the rock wall just beyond it.
A prick of light flashed in the back of her mind, and she
cried out suddenly, cluching her head in her hands. Somehow, through
the slight pain, she sensed that this sensation was familiar.
"Damn amnesia," She muttered, gritting her teeth.
Then it was gone.
The girl gasped, eyes wide as she released her grip on her
temples, staring down at a point on the wet pavement just beyond the
toes of her rainwater saturated shoes.
Her attention shifted -though physically she didn't move an
inch- as she heard light footsteps padding softly toward her, from her
left. She didn't look, but simply stared straight ahead. Damp curls
plastered to the side of her face and tickling the senstive skin just
under her tearbright eyes. She moved her arms to wrap around her torso,
subconsciously trying to hide what her wet, white shirt had partially
revealed in its current transparency.
"What are you doing here, onna?"
(AN: Guess who?)
Now the girl looked over to see a boy, a boy who looked about
her age- she stopped. How did she know that? She didn't know her age.
But somehow she felt he was about her own age, and that he looked
around sixteen. The nameless girl simply stared at him, almost
stupidly.
"I asked you a question, girl!" The boy was obviously of a
different race than her. His eyes were pitch black and slanted, like
the eyes of a cat, or better yet, a dragon. His hair was pulled back
into a tight -almost painfully looking, so- shiny pony-tail.
"Who are you and what are you doing tresspassing?" The boy
was not happy.
The girl looked at him for a moment longer, then looked away,
staring straight ahead once more.
"Are you listening to me?"
She wanted to answer him, but inside she just felt...dead. She
didn't have the strength to deal with his temper.
Something inside her quirked in irony. Did that mean she had a
temper as well? She didn't know. Again she cursed her lack of memory.
"What was that?" The boy demanded. The nameless girl sighed,
blinked, and slowly rose to her feet, pushing against the wall for
support. She felt so, so tired...
"This is the last time I'm going to ask, onna...." The boy
gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?"
Somehow, the girl found the mental strength to answer.
"I don't know." She whispered. "I don't know anything...."
"Obviously," The boy pointed to asign. "I guess you don't know
how to read, either." The girl looked at the sign, and blinked.
"Its in Japanese," She said in a monotone, careless voice.
"It's in Chinese!" The young man growled. "Stupid onna." He
muttered.
"How should I know the difference?" The girl snapped, glaring
at him. "And what the heck is an onna? I get the feeling its not very
polite. And how do you get off calling perfect strangers weak? For all
you know I could be a...a martial Arts, or a fencing Champion." She
felt something deep in the back of her mind click. Fencing... swords...
a twing of emotion. Why? She got the feeling of...familiarity. A hobby,
perhaps?
"You try my patience, *woman.*" The boy crossed his arms.
"You mean you had one to begin with?" Yep, she had a temper.
And aparently a decently sharp tongue to go with it. She frowned. Or
maybe it was just her foul (Understatement) mood.
She stopped for a moment. And her senses were coming back as
well. She sniffed the air, and smelled rainwater. Vaguely she realized
she liked, no, loved the scent.
"For one thing, how can you not read Chinese? You're speaking
it!" The boy exclaimed, finally loosing his patience. "And if you're
so talented in martial arts in fencing, what are you doing standing out
in the middle of the rain like a complete imbicile, hmm?"
"Are you always this childish?" She asked him.
'You're one to talk,' Her mind scolded her. She blinked. Was
she immature? She got no response.
Her comment hadn't improved the chinese boy's temperment.
"Why, you..."
"Hey, Wu-man! (AN: heh heh...) You back already with the
pizza already?"
"No, baka, I'm trying to get rid of a trespassing pest."
"Who you calling pest, bug-eyes?" The girl retorted hotly,
glaring at the chinese boy whom had been called 'Wu-man' by a voice
that currently she had no body to attach to.
"Onna...." The boy growled.
"Hey, the trespasser is a girl?" The lighthearted voice that
had dubbed the Chinese boy asked. A brunette haired boy around the
same age as the chinese young man peeked his head around the corner of
the wall, that the girl now realized as a gate entrance. Had she
really been that out of it?
Looking around, she suddenly realized that she was in a
garden of sorts. She had entered in through an entrance under an arch,
and was leaning against the stone wall that held yet another gate, this
one most likely leading up to a house of sorts.
"Haaaaaaay....!" The newcomer drawled, his eyes lighting up.
The Nameless girl noted that he was very good looking, in a boyish sort
of way. "Wu-man, you didn't say the intruder was cute!"
The girl blushed, and put a hand over her mouth to keep from
giggling. The normal, human motion and emotion seemed to awaken her
senses that had been numbed with shock the rest of the way, both the
mental and physical ones.
At first she was glad, then she wasn't so sure, as she began
to shiver violently, noticing for the first time just how cold she
was.
"Wufei!" The newest arrival exclaimed. "You claim to be all
honorable, and here you are letting her freeze to death!" The owner
of the scolding voice stepped into full view, clad in blue jeans with
holes in the knees and a sleevless black shirt. The namless girl looked
at him and smiled, desperately trying to still her shivering.
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, like sh- er, yeah, right you are. Like I'm going to
believe that." The boy caught himself in time, and the girl raised an
eyebrow.
"A sense of humor and careful with his language around strange
girls? You -Wufei, isn't it?- you should take lessons." She smirked at
the chinese boy as the black shirt-ed boy laughed. As he did so, a she
caught sight of a long, dark brown braid hanging down his back.
"But seriously," The girl smiled gently, despite her blue lips
and chattering teeth. "Sorry for trespassing. I was...a bit out of it.
I'll leave."
"What the- huh?" The braided boy blinked, taking a step towards
the dark golden haired girl with the sad, empty, but still somehow
sparkling sea green eyes. But she was gone, already dashing towards
the archway that led out onto the country road.
"Wierd onna," Wufei muttered, turned, and headed back inside.
Then, sensing his comrade wasn't with him, he glanced back over his
shoulder and scowled when he saw the brown haired boy looking after
where the girl had disappeared.
"Come on, Maxwell." Wufei growled. "You've seen good looking
onnas before." 'Maxwell' whirled.
"So you think she's cute, too?" The boy's face lit up like a
lightbulb as he wiggled his ears slightly, his usual horns just
beginning to show from underneath his hair as he got an evil glint in
his eyes. Wufei paled as he realized what he had just said, and he
scowled fiercely. Cursing and muttering, he whirled and stomped
through the open gate.
"Come on, baka, we'll order."
"Oooooh, I can't believe this!" The American braided boy
crowed, and raced back up towards the hous, looking as if Christmas had
come early for him. "Wait till the guys hear this! Heero, Trowa!
Quatre! Guess what? WUFEI JUST SAID THAT HE THOUGHT A GIRL WAS
CUTE!!!!!!!!"
"Oh, the injustice," Wufei grumbled miserably, death for the
brown braided boy glaring out of his eyes.
But down the pathway, just ouside the arch that lead outside
to the street, leaning against the wall, a figure lay curled up in
a nook underneath a gargoyle, the wings of the sinister stone creature
shielding her from the rain. She smiled slightly as she listened to the
two teenage boy's antics.
Had she ever had friends like that? She didn't know. Just like
always, she was alone. Would she always be like this? The hollow inside
her squeezed her heart painfully.
God, she prayed not.
To Be Continued....
Dark, angasty, sad, I know, but keep with me, minna! It gets
better, I promise!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING. THE OTAKU
CHARACTERS AND PLOT ARE MINE, AS IS THE 'KITTEN' BRACELET.*