~ kitten ~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Five
"My master, I am pleased to report that we have located the
Lady Goddess at last," A wiry man with a hideous acid scar down one
side of his face bowed briefly to another man behind a large desk. The
face of the man at the desk was hidden by heavy shadows and thick
dark bangs.
"Then what are you waiting for?" The man snarled to the scarred
man. "Send in the Creatures! Get her! ALIVE!"
"Yes, my lord," The scarred man bowed and backed out of the
room, a sneer of disgust on his face as soon as the man behind the
desk could not see.
'Fool.' He muttered within the confines of his own twisted
mind.
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"Fries with extra cheese, chilli burgur with extra onions,
double stacker cheese burger with no pickles or onions, three diet
pepsi's and one cherry coke." Kitten listed off the the items of food
as she unloaded them from her tray balanced on one hand and set them
down in front of the customers who were talking and laughing, and
therefore ignored her.
Kitten sighed and wiped her brow as she walked back behind the
counter. She glanced up at the clock and smiled; her shift was over.
"Sandy, take over my tables, will ya? I'm heading out." Kitten
called to the only one she even remotely considered a friend. More like
a friendly acquaintence, really. Sandy, a girl with ash blonde hair,
waved and smiled her acknowledgement.
Kitten hung up her apron, grabbed her fleece lined coat and
mini backpack that served as a purse and headed out.
She was astonished at how quickly she had adjusted to this world
that she was positive was not her own. While she would never 'settle'
or feel as if she truely belonged, she was -for the moment- decently
contenct. She got the feeling she was the type of person that never
really came to call any one place 'home.' Already she was beginning to
feel the desire to go see the world, see things and places and people
that she had never whitnessed before.
But something...something was keeping her there. What? Like
everything else, she didn't know. Yes, she had become fond of the
boys, but nothing more. Except maybe Duo, but even then he was only
a big brother, nothing more.
Plus her memory-less, frustrating state did not help one to be
trusting. She knew the boys had a secret past, but what it was they did
not even hint.
Kitten sighed as she sat at on the bench at the bus station.
Would her life ever change? Would she ever remember who she was? Yes,
she had given herself a name, and she was beginning to recognize her
own personality - optimistic, funny/sarcastic, a pleaser; likes people
to be happy with her, but she still didn't know if that was the *real*
her.
"Damn amnesia," She muttered for the millionth time. Quatre
had been ever the sweetheart and had done everything he could to help
her regain her memory (apparently he was quite wealthy), but to no
avail. Kitten scrunched her brow in confusion at the memory of the
emotion that had overtaken her when the blonde boy had suggested one
thing or another to help her towards remembering her past. It had
been...reluctant? Why? Was her past horrible? Why would she not want
to remember? She *did* want to remember, didn't she? Of course she did!
Then why had she had that feeling of...opposition? Why? *Why?*
Kitten shook her head, then jumped in surprise as there was a
loud whooshing sound just in front of her. Eyes wide, heart going a
mile a minute, she hissed a choice word she had learned from Duo, and
stood to board the bus that had snuck up in front of her while she had
been deep in thought.
She took a seat near the back, ignoring the male eyes that
followed her, and rubbed her brow.
Then there was her odd emotions toward the silent, stoic boy,
Heero. It was like she loved him...no, not *him* persay, but more like
he reminded her of someone she had once loved. She didn't love *him*
that was certain, but whenever she looked into his eyes, she was
drawn... *beyond* them was the only word, and if she stared too long
she got (other than snickers and matchmaker's horns from Duo) flashes,
memories almost.
Part of her wanted to look into his eyes even more, just to
see if she could remember, yet once again there was that opposition
that bubbled up in her heart, rejecting the idea of anything that might
help her remember.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" She hissed, clutching her
temples.
Aburptly, Kitten sat up straight, shook her head, her long
golden braid being tossed over her shoulder. This wasn't doing her any
good. Besides, if she didn't stop the maddening trail of thought that
she was beginning to construct now, she would never be able to get out
of it. Besides, she had to be focused and calm when she got home;
Wufei would be waiting to begin another sword lesson.
Kitten grinned at the thought. She had astounded Wufei, she
could tell, though he little showed it, with her quickness to master
every technique he showed her. In fact it sometimes seemed almost as if
she were remembering the moves, rather than learning them...
Had she taken fencing before her amnesia? It would make sense.
Or maybe she was just a quick learner. She shrugged absently, recieving
a few odd looks. It didn't matter; all the better for her.
The bus stopped, and she got off and walked for a few minutes
to the next bus stop, where she boarded yet another bus that went to
the outskirts of the small country city to Kagerou Road, where the
rather large, but modest home of the five boys was. Suddenly a memory
-post-amnesia, of course- slammed into her.
*FLASH!*
"Welcome to Gundam House, miss." Quatre said kindly.
*FLASH!*
Kitten gasped.
"Gundam..." She whispered. Abruptly she remembered all the
time she had found the boys whispering, talking urgently and intently,
a look of remembering in their eyes, and a sadness so great it rivaled
hers in their voices. She remembered how they would abruptly stop
their conversation whenever she made her prescence known (or rather,
whenever Trowa made her prescence known. She still didn't know how he
did that).
The look of secrets in their eyes...
'Gundam...'
*FLASH!*
A newspaper article. A war, five heros and their special
Mobile Suits. A picture...
*FLASH!*
The bus came to a screeching halt at a corner, and Kitten
practically flew off the long large transport vehicle, and dashed down
the sidewalk, her feet barely touching the ground.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Kitten ackowledged and noted
the realization that she was a fast runner. Very fast.
As she ran the sea green eyed girl looked at her watch.
'Two-thirty,' she noted. Just enough time, if she spent it
right. She slowed her mad dash as she neared the first entrance gate,
leaning lightly on the brick pillar. Absently she noted that she was
barely out of breath. Odd...she hadn't run like that when she had been
running from the croonies at that bar last week, before she had met up
with the guys...food for thought on a rainy day, she supposed, but at
the moment she had a mission.
Doing her best to suppress her flushed cheeks, she walked
calmly, yet quickly, under the arched gate, thought the garden,
remembering the time that Wufei had confronted her when she had been
half delirious. Fishing around in her pocket for a moment, she pulled
out then inserted her key into the lock on the gate. She shoved it
open, locked it behind her, then pocketed her key before proceeding
up the steps to the front double doors.
"Hey, good afternoon, Ms. Smith," Quatre greeted her politely.
Kitten rolled her eyes. Sometimes he was *too* polite.
"Quatre, if you're gonna insist I stay here even though I can
afford an apartment, at least do me the honor of calling me by my first
name." She smiled at the young man as he chuckled and shook his head.
Shaking her own head, and knowing that Quatre would do no such thing
for a long time, she headed towards a specific room, knowing that to
enter that room would be to court death.
Kitten grinned.
Why did she get the miscievious feeling that she did courted
that very thing quite often?
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Relena Dorlain Peacecraft sighed and suppressed an utter shriek
of frustration.
'Don't get me wrong,' she thought to herself. 'Ashley is a
sweet girl, but can that brunette get *any* more airheaded?' Then the
pacifist thought of a certain brown haired american pilot and grinned,
then laughed lightly. 'Yes, she could, compared to Duo.'
With another sigh, Relena tossed aside the hundreth letter
Ashley had missed, when it had been in plain view.
"Vice Minister?" A cautious voice poked her head in the window,
blinking giant blue eyes.
"Yes, come on in, Ashley?" Relena told her new secretary.
"Here are the newest documents that require your signature,"
The young woman told the diplomat behind the large mahogany desk.
Relena smiled encouragingly. Really, the woman *was* trying.
"Thank you, Ashley," Relena accepted the documents with as
little distaste as possible. Ashley smiled shyly and turned to go.
"Oh, and Ashley?"
"Yes, Miss Dorlain?" Ashley turned, blinking those blue eyes.
"Did you send out those *important* letters I asked you to,
this morning?" Relena emphasized on important. Ashley grinned.
"Yes ma'am! To be hand delivered, just as you requested. They
should reach the residents of..." She thought for a moment, which
appeared to be a great feat. "Of 2416 Kagerou Road, Wildburn City."
She appeared pleased with herself to have remembered the address, and
Relena laughed lightly and dismissed the girl with a thank you.
Relena sighed as she looked out the window. Her eyes softened
and she sighed again, much differently this time, as an image of a
specifc young man came to mind. She smiled as four more memory images
accompanied it.
She hoped they would accept the invitations. Otherwise asking
them to move to earth, however temporary, would have been in vain.
With a suppressed sigh, the former Princess of the Sanq Kingdom
turned back to the stack of paperwork, lifted her fountain pen, and
attacked the signature lines rather viciously for someone who was a
pacifist.
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"What are you doing in here." It was not a question, it was a
statement saying she had better run.
Kitten swallowed hard and lifted her hands from the keyboard of
Heero Yuy's laptop. Slowly, very aware of the cold hard steel of the
barrel of a gun pressed into the back of her head. Also very aware that
even her helmet thick hair wouldn't stop a bullet at point blank.
"What are you doing in here." Heeru said again, his voice as
level, emotionless, and icy as ever. Kitten steeled herself, trying to
stop the rush of adrenaline in her veins that made her giddy, and
slowly turned.
Sunlight poured in through the window and flooded Heero's bare,
neat as a pin room, illuminating Kitten's golden hair, making the
fluffy, whispy curls around her face glow like a halo.
"I was looking for something." She said quietly. "And thats all
I'm saying." She was relieved that her voice was steady, though low,
and without fear. Inside, however, was another story; within she was
quaking like a bowl of jello on a rictor scale during an earthquake.
Heero narrowed his eyes and cocked his gun. Kitten drew in a
sharp intake of breath as the tension in the room multiplied tenfold.
'Guess thats not good enough of an answer,' she thought to
herself. A remote part of her mind snorted, as if to say 'duh.'
The two stood as thus, Kitten standing tall, hands clenched at
her side, chin lifted and her eyes glittered defiantly while her
insides trembled like jelly. Heero, one arm laying calm at his side,
the other straight as a rod as he pressed a gun into the center of her
forehead, his eyes unfeeling and icy and glaring as ever.
"Who are you?" Kitten hadn't even felt her lips move as she
spoke the whispered question. Heero blinked, his face momentarily
displaying surprise before his perfect solider mask was back in place.
"I should be asking you that." He said, voice as flat as ever.
"But I don't know who I am." She said, just as quiet and gentle
as before. Who was this talking, using her lips and tongue and throat?
Surely it was not her. Her voice was too cultured, too sure, to smooth,
too...too beautiful.
"But then again neither do you, do you?" She said softly.
Something inside her stirred...
Heero remained silent, he only pressed his gun harder into her
temple, but Kitten didn't even flinch.
"Tell me what you were doing on my computer or I will shoot."
He hissed. Even though his voice was monotone, it still somehow held a
hint of a threat.
Kitten took no notice.
"Then shoot, for I shall not speak," Her voice was as soft and
gentle as a moonbeam. Part of her was reeling in shock. Was this the
real her? What was going on? What was she saying?
The two remained frozen for what seemed an eternity. Neither
spoke, neither moved, neither flinched, until Kitten broke the silence
once more.
"You can't shoot me, can you, Heero Yuy?" Kitten's lips quirked
gently, her eyes filled with understanding. "There is something within
you that forbids you harming me, isn't there?"
That same stirring...more insistent now, yet still gentle... it
was slowly rising to the sunlight that was at the surface of her
mind...
Within her own consciousness, Kitten was running around in
circles, it seemed. Who was this talking through her mouth? WHO WAS
SHE? WHAT WAS GOING ON? Why was she talking like this? Like...like some
all knowing...goddess, or something?!!!
That something inside her lifted its head, and opened one large
silvery eye and winked at her, knowingly, then drifted back down to its
eternal slumber.
'Wha-?' Was all she could think. Then her hands were seemingly
moving on their own, though somehow she felt herself drifting into the
roll of whoever was using her body...and suddenly *she* was doing the
motions, not some stranger.
She reached up and gently placed her hands over the firm ones
of the one called the Perfect Soldier, and gently lowered the gun.
Heero made no opposition, though his glare was still held the same
steel-melting intensity. Heero lowered the gun on his own, and through
a silent agreement through which neither of them moved, Kitten was
allowed to leave, and leave she did.
The clam, in control demenear she had had was dropped like a
stone, and to her embarrassment, she darted out of the room like a
frightened cat. Which, at the moment, she was.
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"You're late." Wufei snarled as Kitten burst into the 'Katana
Ring' as she had begun to call it mentally. She head learned awhile ago
that there was no difference between Katanas and swords; Katana was
the japanese word *for* swords/blades!
"I'm sorr-"
"Sorry, I know." Wufei snorted, scorn in his eyes. Kitten
sighed, remembering their first lesson session. Why couldn't he be like
he had been that first day every day? It would make things *so* much
easier!
Under her teachers hawk's eye, she went to place her dragon
blade on the same bench as always, when Wufei stopped her, his hand on
her wrist as he stared unblinkingly, harshly, into her eyes. She drew
in a sharp breath. What had she done now?
"We use *real* blades, today, onna." He told her, his voice
almost challenging. With a wicked gleem in her eyes as she recovered
from her startlement, Kitten grinned and nodded, unsheeting her
sword and setting down the sheeth. Wufei did the same, both swords
gleeming and flashing in the sunlight.
Her legs did their best to revert to the same wobbling jelly
as they had with Heero's gun pressed to her scalp, but Kitten, glaring
and with adrenaline pumping through her veins, forced them to stay
strong, and did the same with her nerve.
'I can do this...' She murmured to herself in her own mind.
She had to. If she could at least give Wufei a good fight, maybe,
*maybe* she'd finally earn at least his recognizition as a fellow
fighter.
'Wait a sec...'fellow fighter?'" Kitten blinked. Where had that
come from? Could she have meant her personality? She wasn't that much
of a fighter...she was stubborn, yes, very much so, but a fighter?
No, she wasn't. At least not in the combat sense. What had her own
thoughts meant?
She had no more time to ponder, however, as Wufei abruptly
lunged at her, quick as lightning, his katana held out before him,
ready to make her into a scishkabob impersonator.
Kitten dodged expertly, with hardly a thought, and whirled
around, almost ballet style, to thrust her own dragon blade towards his
midriff. She winced at the thought of actually harming him, or anyone,
but she knew if she played soft so as not to injure him, he would
forever regard her as weak.
'And I am *not* weak!' She thought fiercely, her resolve
hardening as Wufei skipped out of the path of her thrust. Without
missing a beat, the chinese young man leaped into the air, katana held
high overhead as he came down, ready to slice into her. Kitten ducked
and rolled, and she heard the clash of metal biting into stone as
Wufei's katana struck the concrete ground.
"Hey! That would have killed me!" Kitten yelled before she
thought. Immediately after the protest left her mouth, she bit her lip.
Great! So much for claiming she wasn't weak! Whiner...
Wufei didn't ackowledge the complaint, and charged after her
again. With a suppressed shriek, she jumped into the air, parting her
legs into a midair split, and placed her free hand on Wufei's back.
Using his back as a lever, she used him as an object to push herself
up and over him, landing elegently just behind him.
They were now back to back, and abruptly they whirled
simultaniously, and at the exact same time, quicker than the eye could
see, raised their blades-
Both sparrers froze, both breathing slightly harder than
normal, though Kitten more so than Wufei. They stood with each other;s
blades pressed up against each other's throats, in the perfect, neat
'kill' position.
Though both hid it, both were astonished at how quickly
Kitten, with her unexperienced and somewhat choppy movements, had
manged to end the match with a draw in such an amazingly short time.
Then, without warning, Wufei's other hand shot out, stricking
her in the stomach. Kitten gagged, gasping as her eyes bulged. Wufei
then kicked his leg up high, higher than even a ballet dancer, and
Kitten's head went back with a snap as his knee slammed upwards into
her jaw. The young chinese man's hand slammed down on Kitten's, and her
fingers flew open, and her dragon blade went skittering across the
concrete circle.
With a final blow to to the face, Kitten fell hard backwards,
sprawled on her back on the cold cement. Her breathing was short and
painful as her eyes were clenched closed in pain.
"Hey, Wufei, have you seen Kitten? Quatre just got some
hand-delivered mail and he say's its impor- Oh, crap!" Kitten heard
Duo's voice, his horrified exclamation, rapid slapping of shoes on
stone, and then finally felt herself lifted into a strong, gentle,
protective embrace.
"Wufei, you son of a-"
"N-no..." Kitten managed to cough hoarsly and opened her eyes.
Duo looked down at her in bewilderment.
"Jeez, you dumb blonde, why didn't you call out if he was
beating up on you?" Duo scolded.
"H-he did-didn't..." she gasped again. "He didn't be-beat m-m-
me up, D-Duo..." She winced. "It was m-my own fa-fault." She looked to
Wufei.
"G-guess I st-still have some m-more lessons, huh?" She
grinned. Surprisingly, Wufei cracked a small smile. Unseen by all,
Kitten's uninjured hand was crawling out behind her, under her body...
"You didn't do bad for a first real match, onna." The smile
left his face, and Duo blinked in bewilderment. "But that was one of
the stupidest things I've ever seen, leaving yourself open and unaware
at the end, like that. Never stop till your opponent is dead. I thought
I had at least taught you that much."
Kitten grinned as her free hand closed around something cool
and smooth. "You did," She said. "But I didn't want you dead. But now-"
In a flash, ignoring her own body as screams of pain reared up
in her throat, Kitten had the point of her dragon blade pressed hard-
only a twitch away from breaking the skin- on top of Wufei's heart.
Wufei's eyes bulged, and Duo burst out laughing and applauding.
Kitten, wincing, though not from her own injuries as she did
so, she pressed her blade a little furthur, and Wufei's eyes widened
even furthur in surprise rather than pain as her blade cut through his
shirt and pierced his skin.
Kitten stepped back, and a single drop of blood dripped from
the tip of her blade. She had barely nicked Wufei's skin, but it was
enough.
"I win..." She whispered, before falling to the ground in a
dead faint.
To Be Continued...
YAY! ITS DONE! I DID IT IN FIVE HOURS!!!!!!!!! AHOOOOOIEEEE!!!
I luuuuuv Christmas Vacation!
Omigosh, I only posted 'Kitten' last night and already I have
ten reviews! Its only the early afternoon! This is sooo cool! And
they've all been so supportive! Thank you, minna-chans! *tears* I'm
so happy!
Wow, this was a long one, wasn't it? For me, anyways. This will
probably be one of the only ones I let myself go on this long with.
Until next time, minna-chans! 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 Five
"My master, I am pleased to report that we have located the
Lady Goddess at last," A wiry man with a hideous acid scar down one
side of his face bowed briefly to another man behind a large desk. The
face of the man at the desk was hidden by heavy shadows and thick
dark bangs.
"Then what are you waiting for?" The man snarled to the scarred
man. "Send in the Creatures! Get her! ALIVE!"
"Yes, my lord," The scarred man bowed and backed out of the
room, a sneer of disgust on his face as soon as the man behind the
desk could not see.
'Fool.' He muttered within the confines of his own twisted
mind.
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"Fries with extra cheese, chilli burgur with extra onions,
double stacker cheese burger with no pickles or onions, three diet
pepsi's and one cherry coke." Kitten listed off the the items of food
as she unloaded them from her tray balanced on one hand and set them
down in front of the customers who were talking and laughing, and
therefore ignored her.
Kitten sighed and wiped her brow as she walked back behind the
counter. She glanced up at the clock and smiled; her shift was over.
"Sandy, take over my tables, will ya? I'm heading out." Kitten
called to the only one she even remotely considered a friend. More like
a friendly acquaintence, really. Sandy, a girl with ash blonde hair,
waved and smiled her acknowledgement.
Kitten hung up her apron, grabbed her fleece lined coat and
mini backpack that served as a purse and headed out.
She was astonished at how quickly she had adjusted to this world
that she was positive was not her own. While she would never 'settle'
or feel as if she truely belonged, she was -for the moment- decently
contenct. She got the feeling she was the type of person that never
really came to call any one place 'home.' Already she was beginning to
feel the desire to go see the world, see things and places and people
that she had never whitnessed before.
But something...something was keeping her there. What? Like
everything else, she didn't know. Yes, she had become fond of the
boys, but nothing more. Except maybe Duo, but even then he was only
a big brother, nothing more.
Plus her memory-less, frustrating state did not help one to be
trusting. She knew the boys had a secret past, but what it was they did
not even hint.
Kitten sighed as she sat at on the bench at the bus station.
Would her life ever change? Would she ever remember who she was? Yes,
she had given herself a name, and she was beginning to recognize her
own personality - optimistic, funny/sarcastic, a pleaser; likes people
to be happy with her, but she still didn't know if that was the *real*
her.
"Damn amnesia," She muttered for the millionth time. Quatre
had been ever the sweetheart and had done everything he could to help
her regain her memory (apparently he was quite wealthy), but to no
avail. Kitten scrunched her brow in confusion at the memory of the
emotion that had overtaken her when the blonde boy had suggested one
thing or another to help her towards remembering her past. It had
been...reluctant? Why? Was her past horrible? Why would she not want
to remember? She *did* want to remember, didn't she? Of course she did!
Then why had she had that feeling of...opposition? Why? *Why?*
Kitten shook her head, then jumped in surprise as there was a
loud whooshing sound just in front of her. Eyes wide, heart going a
mile a minute, she hissed a choice word she had learned from Duo, and
stood to board the bus that had snuck up in front of her while she had
been deep in thought.
She took a seat near the back, ignoring the male eyes that
followed her, and rubbed her brow.
Then there was her odd emotions toward the silent, stoic boy,
Heero. It was like she loved him...no, not *him* persay, but more like
he reminded her of someone she had once loved. She didn't love *him*
that was certain, but whenever she looked into his eyes, she was
drawn... *beyond* them was the only word, and if she stared too long
she got (other than snickers and matchmaker's horns from Duo) flashes,
memories almost.
Part of her wanted to look into his eyes even more, just to
see if she could remember, yet once again there was that opposition
that bubbled up in her heart, rejecting the idea of anything that might
help her remember.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" She hissed, clutching her
temples.
Aburptly, Kitten sat up straight, shook her head, her long
golden braid being tossed over her shoulder. This wasn't doing her any
good. Besides, if she didn't stop the maddening trail of thought that
she was beginning to construct now, she would never be able to get out
of it. Besides, she had to be focused and calm when she got home;
Wufei would be waiting to begin another sword lesson.
Kitten grinned at the thought. She had astounded Wufei, she
could tell, though he little showed it, with her quickness to master
every technique he showed her. In fact it sometimes seemed almost as if
she were remembering the moves, rather than learning them...
Had she taken fencing before her amnesia? It would make sense.
Or maybe she was just a quick learner. She shrugged absently, recieving
a few odd looks. It didn't matter; all the better for her.
The bus stopped, and she got off and walked for a few minutes
to the next bus stop, where she boarded yet another bus that went to
the outskirts of the small country city to Kagerou Road, where the
rather large, but modest home of the five boys was. Suddenly a memory
-post-amnesia, of course- slammed into her.
*FLASH!*
"Welcome to Gundam House, miss." Quatre said kindly.
*FLASH!*
Kitten gasped.
"Gundam..." She whispered. Abruptly she remembered all the
time she had found the boys whispering, talking urgently and intently,
a look of remembering in their eyes, and a sadness so great it rivaled
hers in their voices. She remembered how they would abruptly stop
their conversation whenever she made her prescence known (or rather,
whenever Trowa made her prescence known. She still didn't know how he
did that).
The look of secrets in their eyes...
'Gundam...'
*FLASH!*
A newspaper article. A war, five heros and their special
Mobile Suits. A picture...
*FLASH!*
The bus came to a screeching halt at a corner, and Kitten
practically flew off the long large transport vehicle, and dashed down
the sidewalk, her feet barely touching the ground.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Kitten ackowledged and noted
the realization that she was a fast runner. Very fast.
As she ran the sea green eyed girl looked at her watch.
'Two-thirty,' she noted. Just enough time, if she spent it
right. She slowed her mad dash as she neared the first entrance gate,
leaning lightly on the brick pillar. Absently she noted that she was
barely out of breath. Odd...she hadn't run like that when she had been
running from the croonies at that bar last week, before she had met up
with the guys...food for thought on a rainy day, she supposed, but at
the moment she had a mission.
Doing her best to suppress her flushed cheeks, she walked
calmly, yet quickly, under the arched gate, thought the garden,
remembering the time that Wufei had confronted her when she had been
half delirious. Fishing around in her pocket for a moment, she pulled
out then inserted her key into the lock on the gate. She shoved it
open, locked it behind her, then pocketed her key before proceeding
up the steps to the front double doors.
"Hey, good afternoon, Ms. Smith," Quatre greeted her politely.
Kitten rolled her eyes. Sometimes he was *too* polite.
"Quatre, if you're gonna insist I stay here even though I can
afford an apartment, at least do me the honor of calling me by my first
name." She smiled at the young man as he chuckled and shook his head.
Shaking her own head, and knowing that Quatre would do no such thing
for a long time, she headed towards a specific room, knowing that to
enter that room would be to court death.
Kitten grinned.
Why did she get the miscievious feeling that she did courted
that very thing quite often?
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Relena Dorlain Peacecraft sighed and suppressed an utter shriek
of frustration.
'Don't get me wrong,' she thought to herself. 'Ashley is a
sweet girl, but can that brunette get *any* more airheaded?' Then the
pacifist thought of a certain brown haired american pilot and grinned,
then laughed lightly. 'Yes, she could, compared to Duo.'
With another sigh, Relena tossed aside the hundreth letter
Ashley had missed, when it had been in plain view.
"Vice Minister?" A cautious voice poked her head in the window,
blinking giant blue eyes.
"Yes, come on in, Ashley?" Relena told her new secretary.
"Here are the newest documents that require your signature,"
The young woman told the diplomat behind the large mahogany desk.
Relena smiled encouragingly. Really, the woman *was* trying.
"Thank you, Ashley," Relena accepted the documents with as
little distaste as possible. Ashley smiled shyly and turned to go.
"Oh, and Ashley?"
"Yes, Miss Dorlain?" Ashley turned, blinking those blue eyes.
"Did you send out those *important* letters I asked you to,
this morning?" Relena emphasized on important. Ashley grinned.
"Yes ma'am! To be hand delivered, just as you requested. They
should reach the residents of..." She thought for a moment, which
appeared to be a great feat. "Of 2416 Kagerou Road, Wildburn City."
She appeared pleased with herself to have remembered the address, and
Relena laughed lightly and dismissed the girl with a thank you.
Relena sighed as she looked out the window. Her eyes softened
and she sighed again, much differently this time, as an image of a
specifc young man came to mind. She smiled as four more memory images
accompanied it.
She hoped they would accept the invitations. Otherwise asking
them to move to earth, however temporary, would have been in vain.
With a suppressed sigh, the former Princess of the Sanq Kingdom
turned back to the stack of paperwork, lifted her fountain pen, and
attacked the signature lines rather viciously for someone who was a
pacifist.
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"What are you doing in here." It was not a question, it was a
statement saying she had better run.
Kitten swallowed hard and lifted her hands from the keyboard of
Heero Yuy's laptop. Slowly, very aware of the cold hard steel of the
barrel of a gun pressed into the back of her head. Also very aware that
even her helmet thick hair wouldn't stop a bullet at point blank.
"What are you doing in here." Heeru said again, his voice as
level, emotionless, and icy as ever. Kitten steeled herself, trying to
stop the rush of adrenaline in her veins that made her giddy, and
slowly turned.
Sunlight poured in through the window and flooded Heero's bare,
neat as a pin room, illuminating Kitten's golden hair, making the
fluffy, whispy curls around her face glow like a halo.
"I was looking for something." She said quietly. "And thats all
I'm saying." She was relieved that her voice was steady, though low,
and without fear. Inside, however, was another story; within she was
quaking like a bowl of jello on a rictor scale during an earthquake.
Heero narrowed his eyes and cocked his gun. Kitten drew in a
sharp intake of breath as the tension in the room multiplied tenfold.
'Guess thats not good enough of an answer,' she thought to
herself. A remote part of her mind snorted, as if to say 'duh.'
The two stood as thus, Kitten standing tall, hands clenched at
her side, chin lifted and her eyes glittered defiantly while her
insides trembled like jelly. Heero, one arm laying calm at his side,
the other straight as a rod as he pressed a gun into the center of her
forehead, his eyes unfeeling and icy and glaring as ever.
"Who are you?" Kitten hadn't even felt her lips move as she
spoke the whispered question. Heero blinked, his face momentarily
displaying surprise before his perfect solider mask was back in place.
"I should be asking you that." He said, voice as flat as ever.
"But I don't know who I am." She said, just as quiet and gentle
as before. Who was this talking, using her lips and tongue and throat?
Surely it was not her. Her voice was too cultured, too sure, to smooth,
too...too beautiful.
"But then again neither do you, do you?" She said softly.
Something inside her stirred...
Heero remained silent, he only pressed his gun harder into her
temple, but Kitten didn't even flinch.
"Tell me what you were doing on my computer or I will shoot."
He hissed. Even though his voice was monotone, it still somehow held a
hint of a threat.
Kitten took no notice.
"Then shoot, for I shall not speak," Her voice was as soft and
gentle as a moonbeam. Part of her was reeling in shock. Was this the
real her? What was going on? What was she saying?
The two remained frozen for what seemed an eternity. Neither
spoke, neither moved, neither flinched, until Kitten broke the silence
once more.
"You can't shoot me, can you, Heero Yuy?" Kitten's lips quirked
gently, her eyes filled with understanding. "There is something within
you that forbids you harming me, isn't there?"
That same stirring...more insistent now, yet still gentle... it
was slowly rising to the sunlight that was at the surface of her
mind...
Within her own consciousness, Kitten was running around in
circles, it seemed. Who was this talking through her mouth? WHO WAS
SHE? WHAT WAS GOING ON? Why was she talking like this? Like...like some
all knowing...goddess, or something?!!!
That something inside her lifted its head, and opened one large
silvery eye and winked at her, knowingly, then drifted back down to its
eternal slumber.
'Wha-?' Was all she could think. Then her hands were seemingly
moving on their own, though somehow she felt herself drifting into the
roll of whoever was using her body...and suddenly *she* was doing the
motions, not some stranger.
She reached up and gently placed her hands over the firm ones
of the one called the Perfect Soldier, and gently lowered the gun.
Heero made no opposition, though his glare was still held the same
steel-melting intensity. Heero lowered the gun on his own, and through
a silent agreement through which neither of them moved, Kitten was
allowed to leave, and leave she did.
The clam, in control demenear she had had was dropped like a
stone, and to her embarrassment, she darted out of the room like a
frightened cat. Which, at the moment, she was.
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"You're late." Wufei snarled as Kitten burst into the 'Katana
Ring' as she had begun to call it mentally. She head learned awhile ago
that there was no difference between Katanas and swords; Katana was
the japanese word *for* swords/blades!
"I'm sorr-"
"Sorry, I know." Wufei snorted, scorn in his eyes. Kitten
sighed, remembering their first lesson session. Why couldn't he be like
he had been that first day every day? It would make things *so* much
easier!
Under her teachers hawk's eye, she went to place her dragon
blade on the same bench as always, when Wufei stopped her, his hand on
her wrist as he stared unblinkingly, harshly, into her eyes. She drew
in a sharp breath. What had she done now?
"We use *real* blades, today, onna." He told her, his voice
almost challenging. With a wicked gleem in her eyes as she recovered
from her startlement, Kitten grinned and nodded, unsheeting her
sword and setting down the sheeth. Wufei did the same, both swords
gleeming and flashing in the sunlight.
Her legs did their best to revert to the same wobbling jelly
as they had with Heero's gun pressed to her scalp, but Kitten, glaring
and with adrenaline pumping through her veins, forced them to stay
strong, and did the same with her nerve.
'I can do this...' She murmured to herself in her own mind.
She had to. If she could at least give Wufei a good fight, maybe,
*maybe* she'd finally earn at least his recognizition as a fellow
fighter.
'Wait a sec...'fellow fighter?'" Kitten blinked. Where had that
come from? Could she have meant her personality? She wasn't that much
of a fighter...she was stubborn, yes, very much so, but a fighter?
No, she wasn't. At least not in the combat sense. What had her own
thoughts meant?
She had no more time to ponder, however, as Wufei abruptly
lunged at her, quick as lightning, his katana held out before him,
ready to make her into a scishkabob impersonator.
Kitten dodged expertly, with hardly a thought, and whirled
around, almost ballet style, to thrust her own dragon blade towards his
midriff. She winced at the thought of actually harming him, or anyone,
but she knew if she played soft so as not to injure him, he would
forever regard her as weak.
'And I am *not* weak!' She thought fiercely, her resolve
hardening as Wufei skipped out of the path of her thrust. Without
missing a beat, the chinese young man leaped into the air, katana held
high overhead as he came down, ready to slice into her. Kitten ducked
and rolled, and she heard the clash of metal biting into stone as
Wufei's katana struck the concrete ground.
"Hey! That would have killed me!" Kitten yelled before she
thought. Immediately after the protest left her mouth, she bit her lip.
Great! So much for claiming she wasn't weak! Whiner...
Wufei didn't ackowledge the complaint, and charged after her
again. With a suppressed shriek, she jumped into the air, parting her
legs into a midair split, and placed her free hand on Wufei's back.
Using his back as a lever, she used him as an object to push herself
up and over him, landing elegently just behind him.
They were now back to back, and abruptly they whirled
simultaniously, and at the exact same time, quicker than the eye could
see, raised their blades-
Both sparrers froze, both breathing slightly harder than
normal, though Kitten more so than Wufei. They stood with each other;s
blades pressed up against each other's throats, in the perfect, neat
'kill' position.
Though both hid it, both were astonished at how quickly
Kitten, with her unexperienced and somewhat choppy movements, had
manged to end the match with a draw in such an amazingly short time.
Then, without warning, Wufei's other hand shot out, stricking
her in the stomach. Kitten gagged, gasping as her eyes bulged. Wufei
then kicked his leg up high, higher than even a ballet dancer, and
Kitten's head went back with a snap as his knee slammed upwards into
her jaw. The young chinese man's hand slammed down on Kitten's, and her
fingers flew open, and her dragon blade went skittering across the
concrete circle.
With a final blow to to the face, Kitten fell hard backwards,
sprawled on her back on the cold cement. Her breathing was short and
painful as her eyes were clenched closed in pain.
"Hey, Wufei, have you seen Kitten? Quatre just got some
hand-delivered mail and he say's its impor- Oh, crap!" Kitten heard
Duo's voice, his horrified exclamation, rapid slapping of shoes on
stone, and then finally felt herself lifted into a strong, gentle,
protective embrace.
"Wufei, you son of a-"
"N-no..." Kitten managed to cough hoarsly and opened her eyes.
Duo looked down at her in bewilderment.
"Jeez, you dumb blonde, why didn't you call out if he was
beating up on you?" Duo scolded.
"H-he did-didn't..." she gasped again. "He didn't be-beat m-m-
me up, D-Duo..." She winced. "It was m-my own fa-fault." She looked to
Wufei.
"G-guess I st-still have some m-more lessons, huh?" She
grinned. Surprisingly, Wufei cracked a small smile. Unseen by all,
Kitten's uninjured hand was crawling out behind her, under her body...
"You didn't do bad for a first real match, onna." The smile
left his face, and Duo blinked in bewilderment. "But that was one of
the stupidest things I've ever seen, leaving yourself open and unaware
at the end, like that. Never stop till your opponent is dead. I thought
I had at least taught you that much."
Kitten grinned as her free hand closed around something cool
and smooth. "You did," She said. "But I didn't want you dead. But now-"
In a flash, ignoring her own body as screams of pain reared up
in her throat, Kitten had the point of her dragon blade pressed hard-
only a twitch away from breaking the skin- on top of Wufei's heart.
Wufei's eyes bulged, and Duo burst out laughing and applauding.
Kitten, wincing, though not from her own injuries as she did
so, she pressed her blade a little furthur, and Wufei's eyes widened
even furthur in surprise rather than pain as her blade cut through his
shirt and pierced his skin.
Kitten stepped back, and a single drop of blood dripped from
the tip of her blade. She had barely nicked Wufei's skin, but it was
enough.
"I win..." She whispered, before falling to the ground in a
dead faint.
To Be Continued...
YAY! ITS DONE! I DID IT IN FIVE HOURS!!!!!!!!! AHOOOOOIEEEE!!!
I luuuuuv Christmas Vacation!
Omigosh, I only posted 'Kitten' last night and already I have
ten reviews! Its only the early afternoon! This is sooo cool! And
they've all been so supportive! Thank you, minna-chans! *tears* I'm
so happy!
Wow, this was a long one, wasn't it? For me, anyways. This will
probably be one of the only ones I let myself go on this long with.
Until next time, minna-chans! 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.*