~ kitten ~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Three
As Kitten walked out of the resteraunt, her shoulders slumped.
She looked down at the scrap of paper in her hand. Sighing, she reached
into her pocket and pulled out a stub of a pencil and crossed out the
name of the resteraunt.
Looking up at the sky, she saw that it was nearly noon. Her
stomach grumbled hollowly, and she tightened her belt on more notch.
The girl looked down at her paper once more. 'Charlie's Fix 'er
Up Shop.' She made a face. She didn't know beans about cars. She
automatically crossed out that one as well. Next...
'Hmmm....this one might be worthwhile,' She thought. A singer
was needed at a local diner in downtown.
Kitten had assessed that she needed a place to stay, food,
and some ID. The first step towards obtaining those was a job. So here
she was.
Ever since that morning, when she had given myself a new name,
'Kitten,' she had been job hunting in ernest. It hadn't taken her long
to jog to a small, quiet city. There had been a library, and she had
found a computer-test to assess the distance of your education; Kitten
was a High School graduate, according to the test results.
Kitten had gotten lucky again on the way out when she had
spotted a poster stating the city-wide need for jobs, and where jobs
were needed most.
Unfortunately, it had been posted months before. Still, that
poster being her only possible goal at the moment, she had made a copy
and had set out. Breakfast for her had been a few samples at a local
grocery store. It had been enough to sustain her for a few hours, but
now she was getting weak again.
Sighing again as she set off towards 'Elmer Street' Kitten got
out her mental sheet of paper once more, and read down her list of
things she had discreetly gathered during her inquiries for a job.
Name? Kitten Smith (she decided to keep it simple)
Age: Eighteen (She had noticed people seemed to think she was nearly an
adult, though somehow she got the feeling she was only sixteen. But she
decided to use peoples assumption of her being around eighteen to
her advantage.)
Schooling: Finished High School
Family: Mother died in childbirth, father in jail, brother successful
business man, never in the same place twice. The story about her father
in jail seemed to ward of unwanted questions, somehow.
She had also discovered that the orbs in the sky were
'Colonies.' People also often mentioned 'the war' and 'the Gundams' and
'Vice Foreign Minister Dorlain.' She got the impression the War had
been a brutal one, and that these Gundams were some sort of annonymous
rescuers that helped end the war. The emotions toward the Vice
Foreign Minister, however, confused her. Some seemed to worship the
man, others snickered and laughed at the name.
It was a very confusing era, indeed, that she had been dropped
into.
A newspaper under her arm had proved useful, as well, though it
was only a few pages, and a week old. Kitten frowned at the memory of
having to dig through the trash to find the second half of an article.
The looks she had recieved had not been pleasent. She frowned harder
as her stomach rumbled even more insistently, and she glanced up at the
sky again.
She better find a job, soon.
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"Do you think they suspect?" A shadow whispered.
"Let's hope not," Zion said just as quietly. "Else we're in
big trouble. We can't risk our Hosts thinking they're going crazy."
"Then you had better start covering your tracks better," A
female voice grumbled. Zion turned, alont with his two companions, to
see the woman that had slipped in silently behind them.
"Zephra!" The first shadow hissed. "Don't *do* that!"
Even in the dark, 'Zephra's' eyes twinkled. "Why? I like
startling you. You're always to confident for your own good, Kiros."
"I'm confident because I have reas-"
"Enough, you two," Another voice snapped. The others fell
silent as the last of their party entered, shrouded in a heavy black
cloak. "We don't have much time. My host rises early, in case you've
forgotten." The figure reached out a bandaged hand to shove back his
hood.
Zephra made a face. "I haven't forgotten, Axis." She grumbled.
She knew all to well what an early riser both Axis and his host was.
She then turned serious. "I have my sister's hairs, and DNA code." She
told them all. Zion nodded.
"Good," Said the prince. "I have the Amulets. Pure gold, just
as you requested, Kiros."
Kiros took the vial from Zephra, and the four gold, ruby
encrusted amulets Zion handed him. He looked to Axia. "Have you the
potion?" He asked. Axis nodded wearily and reached into the folds of
his cloak to retrieve a medium sized glass bottle containing a fizzing
blue liquid.
"Blue always was her favorite color," Axis mussed absently as
he handed over the bottle. Zephra placed a comforting hand on his
shoulder.
"Don't worry, we'll find her," She comforted her sister's
lover. "We have to."
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"Bakayaros!" Kitten screeched as she punched a man hard in the
nose, shattering the bone and snapping the cartlidge. Seeing his
croonies get up from their tables at the 'diner' that turned out to be
a bar/strip joint, she whirled and dashed out the door, in no mood -or
condition- to start a bar brawl.
Bashing open the wooden door, she sped down the street as fast
as she could, shouts and curses following her until she was finally
forced to collapse, exhausted, in a concealing pile of old carpeting in
a deserted alleyway.
Her chest heaved heavily, her breathing harsh and ragged. Her
face was an unnatural shade of deep flushed red, the skin around her
lips and eyes slightly green. Her stomach lurched and growled at the
same time, making Kitten curl up in a suppressed agony as her belly
twisted and cramped. Her throat constricted, and she knew had she had
anything in her hollow belly, it would have been spat up.
Her temples throbbed, her ears roared, her stomach twitched
and her limbs convulsed painfully. Out of what Kitten was sure could
only be habit, she clinged to consciousness. Dully she realized she
was far hotter than someone in only pants and a t-shirt in Febuary
should be, even somehow who had just dashed what had to be a few
blocks.
Her fight against the blackness that was edging it was futile,
and with one last, stiffled cry of pain as her arm cramped painfully,
and her stomach twisted cruelly, our Kitten was yanked down to
unconsciousness.
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Heero gasped. The biggest show of emotion or surprise he had
shown in ten years. He grunted, his bandaged right hand automatically
going to his forehead as a pain unlike any other lashed through his
temples. His ears screamed, and his leg twisted with a mild cramp.
He dropped his grocrey bag, the egg carton tipping over to
spill its contenst onto the pavement, all the eggs but one splatteirng
on the concrete sidewalk.
Heero shut his eyes, pulling in air smoothly as he could,
struggling for control of his senses. Slowly the pains began to subside,
and then they aburptly disappeared, as if they had never been.
What had happened? Heero glanced down at his leg, his face
once more completely emotionless. He had experienced worse than a simple
leg cramp before, even a bad one. Normally he wouldn't have even felt
it. What had just happened?
For the first time in his life, the Perfect Soldier didn't even
have an idea.
To Heero's left, the last egg fell from the carton, crashing
down the cement.
Yellow egg yolk oozed from the carnage like an unseen omen.
To Be Continued.....
ACK! Another depressing one! Sorry! And I didn't mean for it to
be so short, either....
Also, just so you all know, my native language is Russian (yes,
Russian) so if you seen any odd grammer or sentence structure mistakes,
thats why.
I promise the next part will be longer everyone! See you later!
Ja ne!
-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 Three
As Kitten walked out of the resteraunt, her shoulders slumped.
She looked down at the scrap of paper in her hand. Sighing, she reached
into her pocket and pulled out a stub of a pencil and crossed out the
name of the resteraunt.
Looking up at the sky, she saw that it was nearly noon. Her
stomach grumbled hollowly, and she tightened her belt on more notch.
The girl looked down at her paper once more. 'Charlie's Fix 'er
Up Shop.' She made a face. She didn't know beans about cars. She
automatically crossed out that one as well. Next...
'Hmmm....this one might be worthwhile,' She thought. A singer
was needed at a local diner in downtown.
Kitten had assessed that she needed a place to stay, food,
and some ID. The first step towards obtaining those was a job. So here
she was.
Ever since that morning, when she had given myself a new name,
'Kitten,' she had been job hunting in ernest. It hadn't taken her long
to jog to a small, quiet city. There had been a library, and she had
found a computer-test to assess the distance of your education; Kitten
was a High School graduate, according to the test results.
Kitten had gotten lucky again on the way out when she had
spotted a poster stating the city-wide need for jobs, and where jobs
were needed most.
Unfortunately, it had been posted months before. Still, that
poster being her only possible goal at the moment, she had made a copy
and had set out. Breakfast for her had been a few samples at a local
grocery store. It had been enough to sustain her for a few hours, but
now she was getting weak again.
Sighing again as she set off towards 'Elmer Street' Kitten got
out her mental sheet of paper once more, and read down her list of
things she had discreetly gathered during her inquiries for a job.
Name? Kitten Smith (she decided to keep it simple)
Age: Eighteen (She had noticed people seemed to think she was nearly an
adult, though somehow she got the feeling she was only sixteen. But she
decided to use peoples assumption of her being around eighteen to
her advantage.)
Schooling: Finished High School
Family: Mother died in childbirth, father in jail, brother successful
business man, never in the same place twice. The story about her father
in jail seemed to ward of unwanted questions, somehow.
She had also discovered that the orbs in the sky were
'Colonies.' People also often mentioned 'the war' and 'the Gundams' and
'Vice Foreign Minister Dorlain.' She got the impression the War had
been a brutal one, and that these Gundams were some sort of annonymous
rescuers that helped end the war. The emotions toward the Vice
Foreign Minister, however, confused her. Some seemed to worship the
man, others snickered and laughed at the name.
It was a very confusing era, indeed, that she had been dropped
into.
A newspaper under her arm had proved useful, as well, though it
was only a few pages, and a week old. Kitten frowned at the memory of
having to dig through the trash to find the second half of an article.
The looks she had recieved had not been pleasent. She frowned harder
as her stomach rumbled even more insistently, and she glanced up at the
sky again.
She better find a job, soon.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
"Do you think they suspect?" A shadow whispered.
"Let's hope not," Zion said just as quietly. "Else we're in
big trouble. We can't risk our Hosts thinking they're going crazy."
"Then you had better start covering your tracks better," A
female voice grumbled. Zion turned, alont with his two companions, to
see the woman that had slipped in silently behind them.
"Zephra!" The first shadow hissed. "Don't *do* that!"
Even in the dark, 'Zephra's' eyes twinkled. "Why? I like
startling you. You're always to confident for your own good, Kiros."
"I'm confident because I have reas-"
"Enough, you two," Another voice snapped. The others fell
silent as the last of their party entered, shrouded in a heavy black
cloak. "We don't have much time. My host rises early, in case you've
forgotten." The figure reached out a bandaged hand to shove back his
hood.
Zephra made a face. "I haven't forgotten, Axis." She grumbled.
She knew all to well what an early riser both Axis and his host was.
She then turned serious. "I have my sister's hairs, and DNA code." She
told them all. Zion nodded.
"Good," Said the prince. "I have the Amulets. Pure gold, just
as you requested, Kiros."
Kiros took the vial from Zephra, and the four gold, ruby
encrusted amulets Zion handed him. He looked to Axia. "Have you the
potion?" He asked. Axis nodded wearily and reached into the folds of
his cloak to retrieve a medium sized glass bottle containing a fizzing
blue liquid.
"Blue always was her favorite color," Axis mussed absently as
he handed over the bottle. Zephra placed a comforting hand on his
shoulder.
"Don't worry, we'll find her," She comforted her sister's
lover. "We have to."
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
"Bakayaros!" Kitten screeched as she punched a man hard in the
nose, shattering the bone and snapping the cartlidge. Seeing his
croonies get up from their tables at the 'diner' that turned out to be
a bar/strip joint, she whirled and dashed out the door, in no mood -or
condition- to start a bar brawl.
Bashing open the wooden door, she sped down the street as fast
as she could, shouts and curses following her until she was finally
forced to collapse, exhausted, in a concealing pile of old carpeting in
a deserted alleyway.
Her chest heaved heavily, her breathing harsh and ragged. Her
face was an unnatural shade of deep flushed red, the skin around her
lips and eyes slightly green. Her stomach lurched and growled at the
same time, making Kitten curl up in a suppressed agony as her belly
twisted and cramped. Her throat constricted, and she knew had she had
anything in her hollow belly, it would have been spat up.
Her temples throbbed, her ears roared, her stomach twitched
and her limbs convulsed painfully. Out of what Kitten was sure could
only be habit, she clinged to consciousness. Dully she realized she
was far hotter than someone in only pants and a t-shirt in Febuary
should be, even somehow who had just dashed what had to be a few
blocks.
Her fight against the blackness that was edging it was futile,
and with one last, stiffled cry of pain as her arm cramped painfully,
and her stomach twisted cruelly, our Kitten was yanked down to
unconsciousness.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Heero gasped. The biggest show of emotion or surprise he had
shown in ten years. He grunted, his bandaged right hand automatically
going to his forehead as a pain unlike any other lashed through his
temples. His ears screamed, and his leg twisted with a mild cramp.
He dropped his grocrey bag, the egg carton tipping over to
spill its contenst onto the pavement, all the eggs but one splatteirng
on the concrete sidewalk.
Heero shut his eyes, pulling in air smoothly as he could,
struggling for control of his senses. Slowly the pains began to subside,
and then they aburptly disappeared, as if they had never been.
What had happened? Heero glanced down at his leg, his face
once more completely emotionless. He had experienced worse than a simple
leg cramp before, even a bad one. Normally he wouldn't have even felt
it. What had just happened?
For the first time in his life, the Perfect Soldier didn't even
have an idea.
To Heero's left, the last egg fell from the carton, crashing
down the cement.
Yellow egg yolk oozed from the carnage like an unseen omen.
To Be Continued.....
ACK! Another depressing one! Sorry! And I didn't mean for it to
be so short, either....
Also, just so you all know, my native language is Russian (yes,
Russian) so if you seen any odd grammer or sentence structure mistakes,
thats why.
I promise the next part will be longer everyone! See you later!
Ja ne!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING. THE OTAKU
CHARACTERS AND PLOT ARE MINE, AS IS THE 'KITTEN' BRACELET.*