~ kitten ~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Two
"Damn her..." The man slammed a fist into the wall, his fingers
clenched so tightly his almost non existent fingernails dug into his
flesh. Rivulets of dark blood streamed out of his palm and down his
arm.
"Why?" He asked no one in particular, though the room held
three other occupants.
"Because she loves you," One of the occupants, the only female,
whispered. "Because she cares for all of us."
"Because she holds secrets and powers no human should hold, and
she knows it." A second man rose from his seat and went to the man
whose hand was still bleeding, and laid his own hand on his shoulder.
"She knew just as well as us that were she to continue living with the
knowledge and secrets she had, she would be forever hunted. And
eventually, she would have been caught. I wish there was another way
as well, brother, but in the end....it's for the best."
"But we don't even know where she is..." The first man slumped
dejectedly. "And she probably meant for it to be that way." He sighed.
"So if They think to look for us to get to her, They still won't be
able to find her." He looked to the window that was heavily drapped in
black. "Clever Cat."
"Per usual." The woman whispered, her hands clenching the edge
of the desk that she was sitting on tightly. She, too, missed the
woman that had run away and thrown away her life -of sorts- to save
theirs. "Sister..." She said softly, blinking back tears.
"This is stupid." The last man, the one who had been silent up
till then, growled. "They'll find here sooner or later regardless if
we know where she is or not, or if she has her memories or not. They
have Their ways of extracting what They need." He rose from his seat
and stalked to the window, moving the heavy black drapes slightly. "I
say we find her anyways. We can't keep running forever, and neither
can she. Eventually she'll have to face Them. I think we should be
there by her side when that time comes."
The first man, his hand now having been bandaged by the woman,
looked up at the man at the window, hope in his eyes.
"Zion..." He said quietly, then his face split in a wide smile.
"I agree. You know how miserable she was before she came to us! We'd
be sentencing her to a life of that, what life she has left before They
find her, anyway."
The second man, the one that had laid a hand on the first,
hesitated, then shook his head and laughed lightly. "Who am I to argue
with the Prince and the lover of our Lady?" He nodded. "Very well."
"Yes!" The woman exclaimed, leaping off the bed. "I still have
her hairbrush; I'll see if I can get enough of her DNA from the hairs
to make Tracking Amulets." The man at the window turned, and nodded.
"Then in two days we will begin the search for our Lady Goddess
Kiticatiya."
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"You say she claimed she didn't know who she was?" A blonde
young man asked, concern on his face. A boy with a braid down his back
nodded, his own face mirroring the blondes.
"Yup," He sighed. "Quatre, I know this may sound wierd...but I
felt...drawn to her. I had an urge to scold her for being out in the
rain and letting herself get cold...You guys weren't there, but I
could have sworn I saw something similar in Wufei's eyes."
"Be glad he's not here to hear you say that," Another brown
haired boy said in a warning, monotone voice.
"I'm serious, Trowa!" The braided boy retorted.
"I didn't say you weren't, Duo." 'Trowa' turned green eyes
on 'Duo.' "She claimed she didn't know anything?" Duo nodded.
"And Wufei says she said she didn't know how to read Chinese,
or tell the difference between Chinese and Japanese, but she was
speaking both, alternating fluently." He made a face. "Very confusing."
"Duo, what you say about wanting to...care for her is...well,
for you, when a good looking girl is involved, that's not that
unusual." Quatre pointed out. Duo sighed in frustration.
"Yes, but this is different!" The teenager cried. "Yeah, she's
good looking, but the affection I felt was...sisterly. Not a hint of
lust or lover type desire."
"What did she look like?" A shadow detached itself from the
wall and joined the group, the shadow being in the form of a slight
short, well built, extremely well muscled young man with a glare that
could melt steel. Messy light brown hair picked out with gold fell
over deep, dark blue eyes.
"She was...well, slightly short, solid build..." Duo began.
"But she had small hands, I noticed that. And, oh, man, she had these
*amazing* eyes that shifted colors in the light, like a cat's almost.
They kept going from sea green to this silvery blue-ish green." At the
raised eyebrows he continued. "And her hair was...well, she was
dripping wet and it was dark, so I couldn't really tell, but it looked
to be about my hair color, and her bangs were a light gold, so she's
probably a dark blonde."
"Anything else?" The 'shadow' asked.
"Um...somewhat wide hips, broad shouldered...balanced out for
some very nice curves...okay, okay!" Duo dodged a playfully thrown
pillow that had come from Quatre's direction.
"Let's see...anything else...well, she was wearing tight black
jeans, white t-shirt...pretty plainly dressed, actually. Her hair was
completely down and she wasn't wearing any make-up." Duo eyed the
shadow boy suspiciously. "Why do you ask, Heero? You've never been
interested in a girl, before." Duo got a wicked gleem in his eyes.
"You looking for a way to make the Peace Princess jealous?"
"Go jump off a building." The shadow, 'Heero' said
emotionlessly.
"Aw, look!" Duo drawled. "Hee-man is joking with me!"
"Who said anything about joking?" Heero said, his face
perfectly serious. Duo paled, and jumped behind the blonde, sighing,
shaking his head Quatre.
"Hide me!" The American squeaked.
"Braided-Baka," Another sour voice grumbled.
"Hey, good morning, sleeping beauty!" Duo grinned impishly at
a fiercely scowling Wufei. "Did dreams of a certain lovely blonde
'trespasser' grace your sleep?"
"I feel like I didn't sleep at all," Wufei muttered sourly.
"Really? Same here," Quatre yawned. "Which is funny cause I
didn't move an inch, I'm sure."
"Thats freaky," Duo said, wide-eyed. "The same happened to me."
"Probably the pizza," Trowa said stoicly, and left the room,
heading for the courtyard.
"Hn." Heero only turned and melted back into the shadows,
ignoring the throbbing cuts on his palm, the ones shaped like
fingernails.
The cuts that hadn't been their the day before.
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Sleep? Hn. That prospect of normal human life seemed to be
alien to the girl. She hadn't slept since....well, she knew she hadn't
slept since at least seven o'clock yesterday evening. Perhaps not for
a long time before that, even.
But nevertheless, as she uncurled herself from her fetal
position under the Gargoyle's wings, she forced herself to stay awake
in the bright morning light.
"Whoever invented mornings should be brought out into the
streets and shot." She grumbled, then stopped haltingly in mid-stretch.
Why did she get the surprisingly strong feeling she'd said that many,
many times before?
The nameless girl shook her head. She had been getting those
type of emotions, deja vu, overwhelming sadness at the simplest
thoughts, and -the most frustrating- an image of a handsome young man,
with powerful, passionate, everlasting emotions accompanying it.
Another reason she hadn't been able to sleep was the
spectacular thunderstorm that had taken place. Rather than being afraid
or annoyed, she hadn't been able to close her eyes for fear of missing
a single breathtaking lightning bolt. The crashes of majestic,
commanding thunder had captured her heart, in a mystical way. The
lovely, ethereal, striking lashes of multi, magical colored lights
had entranced her.
So, needless to say, her night had not been easy.
She sighed, rubbed her shiving arms, dancing from foot to foot
as her breath came out in fosty puffs. Without thinking, she began
jogging, heading to her right. Somewhere in the back of her mind she
realized she had to keep moving, or risk hypothermia.
"I hate winter," She muttered. She suddenly realized she didn't
even know if it *was* winter. She had a lot to figure out. Slowly, her
mind began to function for the first time...well, once again, for the
first time since at least yesterday night. She began to assess her
situation.
She had no name, no family that she knew of, she didn't know
her age, she didn't know the level of education she had, she didn't
know what country or year she was in, she had no idea *what* those
orbs in the sky were...
It was as if she had been plucked out of one reality, her
memories and identity completely wiped, then literally dumped someplace
completely different. She had nothing of her old life to go by. It
was completely, one hundred percent gone. She wasn't even sure what
type of person she was! Was she nice? Was a she a bad guy? Was she *old*
enough to be a villain? Did she have a job? Did she have a lover, or
was she married? What about kids?
The girl slowed to a walk, and she finally realized that she
was like a recycled piece of paper; it had something on it once, but
now it was new, blank, fresh.
Mentally, she laid that new piece of paper on a mental desk,
created a mental pen, and set the inky point of it against the paper,
near the upper left had corner. And she began to write. First, she
printed down 'Name?'
She continued walking, her hands folded behind her neck as she
thought. What name could she give herself? She shifted her arms,
stretching slightly.
A slightly tinkling sound and the feel of cold metal against
the back of her neck caught her attention. She lowered her left arm
and brought it out in front of her. She stared at her wrist. She had
been too braindead yesterday to notice it, but she wore a name-tag
type bracelet that officers in the militia would sometimes wear.
This one was obviously one meant for girls, not the army, as it
had a little silver heart dangling from one corner of the rectangle of
metal. On it, deeply impressed into the silver coated metal and filled
in with sparkling black ink was one word. And the nameless girl smiled
as she realized she had found her name. Grinning, she she picked up her
mental pen once more and, following the word 'Name?' She gave her
answer to her own question.
'Kitten.'
To Be Continued....
Well, here's the reason for the title finally! How do you like
it? Was that cut on Heero's hand a dead giveaway for my plot twist? I
hope not.
Sorry this part was so short, but it was just too perfect a
place to end it! *sweatdrop* Is it starting to get a lil intriguing
now, minna-chans? Stay tuned for chapter three! Ja!
-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 Two
"Damn her..." The man slammed a fist into the wall, his fingers
clenched so tightly his almost non existent fingernails dug into his
flesh. Rivulets of dark blood streamed out of his palm and down his
arm.
"Why?" He asked no one in particular, though the room held
three other occupants.
"Because she loves you," One of the occupants, the only female,
whispered. "Because she cares for all of us."
"Because she holds secrets and powers no human should hold, and
she knows it." A second man rose from his seat and went to the man
whose hand was still bleeding, and laid his own hand on his shoulder.
"She knew just as well as us that were she to continue living with the
knowledge and secrets she had, she would be forever hunted. And
eventually, she would have been caught. I wish there was another way
as well, brother, but in the end....it's for the best."
"But we don't even know where she is..." The first man slumped
dejectedly. "And she probably meant for it to be that way." He sighed.
"So if They think to look for us to get to her, They still won't be
able to find her." He looked to the window that was heavily drapped in
black. "Clever Cat."
"Per usual." The woman whispered, her hands clenching the edge
of the desk that she was sitting on tightly. She, too, missed the
woman that had run away and thrown away her life -of sorts- to save
theirs. "Sister..." She said softly, blinking back tears.
"This is stupid." The last man, the one who had been silent up
till then, growled. "They'll find here sooner or later regardless if
we know where she is or not, or if she has her memories or not. They
have Their ways of extracting what They need." He rose from his seat
and stalked to the window, moving the heavy black drapes slightly. "I
say we find her anyways. We can't keep running forever, and neither
can she. Eventually she'll have to face Them. I think we should be
there by her side when that time comes."
The first man, his hand now having been bandaged by the woman,
looked up at the man at the window, hope in his eyes.
"Zion..." He said quietly, then his face split in a wide smile.
"I agree. You know how miserable she was before she came to us! We'd
be sentencing her to a life of that, what life she has left before They
find her, anyway."
The second man, the one that had laid a hand on the first,
hesitated, then shook his head and laughed lightly. "Who am I to argue
with the Prince and the lover of our Lady?" He nodded. "Very well."
"Yes!" The woman exclaimed, leaping off the bed. "I still have
her hairbrush; I'll see if I can get enough of her DNA from the hairs
to make Tracking Amulets." The man at the window turned, and nodded.
"Then in two days we will begin the search for our Lady Goddess
Kiticatiya."
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"You say she claimed she didn't know who she was?" A blonde
young man asked, concern on his face. A boy with a braid down his back
nodded, his own face mirroring the blondes.
"Yup," He sighed. "Quatre, I know this may sound wierd...but I
felt...drawn to her. I had an urge to scold her for being out in the
rain and letting herself get cold...You guys weren't there, but I
could have sworn I saw something similar in Wufei's eyes."
"Be glad he's not here to hear you say that," Another brown
haired boy said in a warning, monotone voice.
"I'm serious, Trowa!" The braided boy retorted.
"I didn't say you weren't, Duo." 'Trowa' turned green eyes
on 'Duo.' "She claimed she didn't know anything?" Duo nodded.
"And Wufei says she said she didn't know how to read Chinese,
or tell the difference between Chinese and Japanese, but she was
speaking both, alternating fluently." He made a face. "Very confusing."
"Duo, what you say about wanting to...care for her is...well,
for you, when a good looking girl is involved, that's not that
unusual." Quatre pointed out. Duo sighed in frustration.
"Yes, but this is different!" The teenager cried. "Yeah, she's
good looking, but the affection I felt was...sisterly. Not a hint of
lust or lover type desire."
"What did she look like?" A shadow detached itself from the
wall and joined the group, the shadow being in the form of a slight
short, well built, extremely well muscled young man with a glare that
could melt steel. Messy light brown hair picked out with gold fell
over deep, dark blue eyes.
"She was...well, slightly short, solid build..." Duo began.
"But she had small hands, I noticed that. And, oh, man, she had these
*amazing* eyes that shifted colors in the light, like a cat's almost.
They kept going from sea green to this silvery blue-ish green." At the
raised eyebrows he continued. "And her hair was...well, she was
dripping wet and it was dark, so I couldn't really tell, but it looked
to be about my hair color, and her bangs were a light gold, so she's
probably a dark blonde."
"Anything else?" The 'shadow' asked.
"Um...somewhat wide hips, broad shouldered...balanced out for
some very nice curves...okay, okay!" Duo dodged a playfully thrown
pillow that had come from Quatre's direction.
"Let's see...anything else...well, she was wearing tight black
jeans, white t-shirt...pretty plainly dressed, actually. Her hair was
completely down and she wasn't wearing any make-up." Duo eyed the
shadow boy suspiciously. "Why do you ask, Heero? You've never been
interested in a girl, before." Duo got a wicked gleem in his eyes.
"You looking for a way to make the Peace Princess jealous?"
"Go jump off a building." The shadow, 'Heero' said
emotionlessly.
"Aw, look!" Duo drawled. "Hee-man is joking with me!"
"Who said anything about joking?" Heero said, his face
perfectly serious. Duo paled, and jumped behind the blonde, sighing,
shaking his head Quatre.
"Hide me!" The American squeaked.
"Braided-Baka," Another sour voice grumbled.
"Hey, good morning, sleeping beauty!" Duo grinned impishly at
a fiercely scowling Wufei. "Did dreams of a certain lovely blonde
'trespasser' grace your sleep?"
"I feel like I didn't sleep at all," Wufei muttered sourly.
"Really? Same here," Quatre yawned. "Which is funny cause I
didn't move an inch, I'm sure."
"Thats freaky," Duo said, wide-eyed. "The same happened to me."
"Probably the pizza," Trowa said stoicly, and left the room,
heading for the courtyard.
"Hn." Heero only turned and melted back into the shadows,
ignoring the throbbing cuts on his palm, the ones shaped like
fingernails.
The cuts that hadn't been their the day before.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Sleep? Hn. That prospect of normal human life seemed to be
alien to the girl. She hadn't slept since....well, she knew she hadn't
slept since at least seven o'clock yesterday evening. Perhaps not for
a long time before that, even.
But nevertheless, as she uncurled herself from her fetal
position under the Gargoyle's wings, she forced herself to stay awake
in the bright morning light.
"Whoever invented mornings should be brought out into the
streets and shot." She grumbled, then stopped haltingly in mid-stretch.
Why did she get the surprisingly strong feeling she'd said that many,
many times before?
The nameless girl shook her head. She had been getting those
type of emotions, deja vu, overwhelming sadness at the simplest
thoughts, and -the most frustrating- an image of a handsome young man,
with powerful, passionate, everlasting emotions accompanying it.
Another reason she hadn't been able to sleep was the
spectacular thunderstorm that had taken place. Rather than being afraid
or annoyed, she hadn't been able to close her eyes for fear of missing
a single breathtaking lightning bolt. The crashes of majestic,
commanding thunder had captured her heart, in a mystical way. The
lovely, ethereal, striking lashes of multi, magical colored lights
had entranced her.
So, needless to say, her night had not been easy.
She sighed, rubbed her shiving arms, dancing from foot to foot
as her breath came out in fosty puffs. Without thinking, she began
jogging, heading to her right. Somewhere in the back of her mind she
realized she had to keep moving, or risk hypothermia.
"I hate winter," She muttered. She suddenly realized she didn't
even know if it *was* winter. She had a lot to figure out. Slowly, her
mind began to function for the first time...well, once again, for the
first time since at least yesterday night. She began to assess her
situation.
She had no name, no family that she knew of, she didn't know
her age, she didn't know the level of education she had, she didn't
know what country or year she was in, she had no idea *what* those
orbs in the sky were...
It was as if she had been plucked out of one reality, her
memories and identity completely wiped, then literally dumped someplace
completely different. She had nothing of her old life to go by. It
was completely, one hundred percent gone. She wasn't even sure what
type of person she was! Was she nice? Was a she a bad guy? Was she *old*
enough to be a villain? Did she have a job? Did she have a lover, or
was she married? What about kids?
The girl slowed to a walk, and she finally realized that she
was like a recycled piece of paper; it had something on it once, but
now it was new, blank, fresh.
Mentally, she laid that new piece of paper on a mental desk,
created a mental pen, and set the inky point of it against the paper,
near the upper left had corner. And she began to write. First, she
printed down 'Name?'
She continued walking, her hands folded behind her neck as she
thought. What name could she give herself? She shifted her arms,
stretching slightly.
A slightly tinkling sound and the feel of cold metal against
the back of her neck caught her attention. She lowered her left arm
and brought it out in front of her. She stared at her wrist. She had
been too braindead yesterday to notice it, but she wore a name-tag
type bracelet that officers in the militia would sometimes wear.
This one was obviously one meant for girls, not the army, as it
had a little silver heart dangling from one corner of the rectangle of
metal. On it, deeply impressed into the silver coated metal and filled
in with sparkling black ink was one word. And the nameless girl smiled
as she realized she had found her name. Grinning, she she picked up her
mental pen once more and, following the word 'Name?' She gave her
answer to her own question.
'Kitten.'
To Be Continued....
Well, here's the reason for the title finally! How do you like
it? Was that cut on Heero's hand a dead giveaway for my plot twist? I
hope not.
Sorry this part was so short, but it was just too perfect a
place to end it! *sweatdrop* Is it starting to get a lil intriguing
now, minna-chans? Stay tuned for chapter three! Ja!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING. THE OTAKU
CHARACTERS AND PLOT ARE MINE, AS IS THE 'KITTEN' BRACELET.*