~ kitten ~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Six
"Kit!" Quatre leaped to his feet, the letter in his hand
falling from his fingers to flutter to the ground. Trowa was on
standing as well, his face lit in concerned surprise.
"Stupid girl got in a sword fight with Wufei," Duo grumbled as
he craddled an unconscious Kitten in his arms.
"Bring her into the living room," Quatre ordered. Duo obeyed,
following the blonde arabian boy into the living room. Gently, he set
the girl that he considered a little sister on the couch, his brown
braid falling over his shoulder. His gaze softened. He wasn't blinde to
the way she had leapt up to make her last strike against Wufei. The
girl was good with a sword in her hand, probably more so than she
realized. Few realized just how good Wufei was. To have won like she
had... Granted, it *was* only a sparing match. Still, Duo shuddered to
imagine what a real fight between those two would have been like.
Quatre left the room and returned with a bowl of warm water,
some cloths, a bag of ointments and bandages. Under Duo's, Trowa's,
and even Wufei's -from the doorway- watchful eyes, the young man
quickly put salve on her bruises, the bump on her forehead to help
reduce the swelling, and bandaged the nastier scratches and cuts that
adorned her body.
"Even when she was beat and half unconscious she still refused
to loose..." Wufei was heard murmuring from his position leaning
against the doorway that joined the living room and the formal dinning
room. "I underestimated her, and she almost had me. Then I let myself
off my guard when I thought I had won, and she defeated me." His voice
was disbelieving as he absently touched the spot of red blood that had
soaked his shirt. It was barely a scratch, but it was proof of the
kitten girl's victory.
Seeing the wound but deeming it best to say nothing, Quatre
simply tossed the chinese boy a tube of antibiotic. Wufei caught it
numbly, and left to change his shirt.
"About time a woman other than a soldier beat him," Duo
muttered. Quatre chuckled and Trowa, sitting in the armchair with his
arms crossed, smiled and shook his head.
Presently, both Wufei and Heero entered. Heero's skin glistened
slightly with the brief layer of sweat. A pearl of presperation
glittered and fell from one eyelash.
Wufei had replaced his loose traning blousy shirt with a
plain red cotton t-shirt.
"Well, now that she's doing fine, and we're all here, perhaps
we should get back to what we sent Duo out to get Wufei for in the
first place." Quatre sat on the smaller couch across from the one
Kitten lay 'asleep' on.
Heero nodded, and sat in a wooden chair, Wufei next to Trowa,
and Duo without hesitation lifted Kitten's head and sat down, put a
green pillow on his lap, then placed her head in his lap on the pillow.
No one took notice of this typical brotherly act, and Quatre
retreaved the letter that he had recovered from the floor at the same
time he had fetched the medicle supplies.
"This arrived this morning from Princess- er, from Vice Foreign
Minister Dorlain, at the Sanq Kingdom Headquarters." The arabian lad
said as he passed the letter around. "I thought we should all agree
together whether or not to do what she asked."
"My Dear friends," Trowa began reading aloud. Duo made a
gagging noise, and Heero threw him a 'deathglare' to silence the
American pilot.
"My dear friends," Trowa continued. "It has been a long time,
has it not? I wish I could chit chat in this letter, but the paperwork
is piling up as we speak and I haven't much time. So I will get right
down to..."
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"...paperwork is piling up as we speak, and I haven't much
time. So I will get right down to the purpose of this letter. I'm sure
you have been wondering why I asked you personally, or even at all, to
move to Earth, however temporary. It is because that I, along with
several world and colony leaders have decided to hold a ball/faire of
sorts. If it is popular enough, it may become an official holiday."
Kitten suppressed the urge to groan as she drifted back up to
consciousness. She forced her body to remain motionless as she realized
her head was craddled in someone's lap, and someone was running their
fingers through her now unbound hair.
As her hearing focused, she realized that the voice she had
been hearing was Trowa, sounding as if he were reading something. As
Kitten continued to listen, it seemed to be a letter of sorts.
"'This ball/faire is a day to honor those who helped bring
about the end of the war, and who did great feats for the side of peace
*during* the war. Hilde Sciezbecker is among them, of course, but also
are the you five idolized Gundam Pilots.'"
Kitten smired mentally. So her hunch on the bus early that
day had been right. Nevermind her half an hour on Heero's computer had
been wasted; that guy had more firewalls and passwords and security
locks than you would find on a weapon powerful enough to destroy a
planet! Yeesh!
Smug that her intuition had been right -even if it had taken
her a week to put two and two together- she tuned back into the
reading.
"'This ball/faire would not be complete- no, rather, the whole
thing would be rather meaningless without you there.
'This is not a command, order, mission, nor will I put you on a
guilt trip if you decide not to accept, but this is simply an
invitation to one of the greatest events of the year.
'Even if you don't want anything to do with it, I would still
be honored if you would at least visit the weekend of the ball/faire.
I hope you will come. I hope to see you all soon.
At the bottom is the official address, time, date, and
instructions for the day of ball/faire. Once again, I sincerely hope
you come.'"
Signed,
Princess Relena Rose Dorlain Peacecraft,
Vice Foreign Minister,
Earth Ambassador
'P.S. Oh, yes, if it does become a holiday, it is already decide that
it would be the international holiday of Gundam Day.'"
Trowa finished reading the letter, and Kitten heard the
shuffling of paper; the letter must have been reinserted into the
envelope.
"And people claim she has no sense of humor," Kitten nearly
jumped as the person whom was twining their fingers in her hair
grumbled. She suppressed the urge to smile, trying to keep up the
pretense of sleeping. Duo.
"I for one would be honored to go," Quatre spoke up. "Plus it
sounds like fun, and I would like to see the Princess again."
"Mission accepted," Did Heero sound almost amused at his own
words? Surely not.
"I'll go. It sounds like fun." Trowa really did sound
interested.
"I suppose I'll tag along." Wufei grunted. "I want see if that
weakling onna pacifist has gotten any more guts." Kitten's mind tugged
at her as she heard his voice...
"So would I," Duo spoke up, his voice rumbling in his chest,
which was quite near Kitten's right ear. "Plus having a holiday named
after me sounds cool!"
"Named after *you,* Maxwell?" Wufei growles. Kitten's mind
jumped in surprise as she abruptly remembered why she had been
unconscious in the first place.
'Did I really beat him? Did that even count, since the fight
was supposed to be over?' She thought to herself, bewildered.
Then, all at once, in a rush of realization, the meaning of
the conversation that she was listening in on slammed into her and she
gasped aloud. Duo jumped and Kitten froze, and groaned out loud as she
realized she had give herself away. Suppressing a sigh, she cautiously,
slowly opened on eye.
'Busted.' She muttered to herself as she forced herself to sit
up, Duo practically hovering over her, worry etched in his face.
"I'm fine, Onii-chan," Kitten laughed, and Duo relaxed. Kitten
looked up and looked at the five young men in the room, questions and
slight guilt on her face for evesdropping. Again.
"You were listening, weren't you, Kit?" Trowa said gently,
smiling slightly. She scowled at him. How did he always know?
"So, Quatre-kun, I guess I'll be apartment hunting tomorrow,"
She tried her best to smile happily as she stood. "Thank you ever so
much for letting me stay this long and get adjusted." She headed for
the exit of the living room that lead to the bedrooms. "I reall appre-"
"Hold on, onna," Wufei growled. Kitten froze. Here it comes...
"What makes you think you can get out of the rest of your
training that easily?" Slowly, almost afraid to hope, Kitten turned to
see Wufei's smirking face.
"You wouldn't..." She whispered. Her eyes widened as Quatre
grinned.
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"You would...you did..." Kitten said dazedly as she sat down
heavily in her window seat on the small, twelve seat privet jet. Duo
laughed merrily as he sat next to her.
"You heard Quatre, did you think we'd just up and leave you?"
Duo mock pouted. "How could you think so little of us, Kit?"
Kitten only laughed and ruffled his already hopelessly mussed
bangs and buckled her seat belt as everyone else got settled in.
Leaning her head back, she grinned, and tears came to her eyes as she
remembered her first night after she had realized she had amnesia.
Cold, wet, hungry, and alone, curled up under the wings of a stone
gargoyle in the middle of a rainstorm, listening to antics of two best
friends while she prayed and hoped and wondered against being alone the
rest of her days.
Her prayers had been answered.
She wasn't alone. Not anymore.
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"Mr. Maxwell!" A coldly beautiful woman with knee length,
pin straight pale blonde hair and icy blue eyes under slanted black
eyebrows smiled in genuine welcome as Duo, Kitten right behind him,
stepped off the steps of the privet jet.
"Hey, there, Dorothy!" Duo took the liberty to give 'Dorothy'
a bear hug.
"Hello, Ms. Catalonia," Quatre, behind Kitten, smiled and
waved. 'Dorothy' waved back.
"It is good to see you all again." The woman smiled. "Ms.
Relena is especially excited. Please, the limosine is waiting,"
Dorothy, clad in an ice blue business suit, motioned to where a long,
white limo was waiting, across the small, privet landing strip. Once
everyone was off the plane, carry on bags, laptops, briefcases, and in
Kitten's situation a long black katana case in hand, they headed
towards the aforementioned limosine.
Several minutes later, all seven of them were seated
comfortably in the long white stretch limo, going at a moderate speed
on a country road.
"And who might you be? I don't believe we've met," Dorothy
addressed Kitten. Kitten caught herself before she jumped in surpise
at having the woman talk to her. Kitten mentally scrunched her brow in
confusion. Why was that? Was she usually ignored?
'I hate amnesia,' A part of her mind muttered as she tore her
gaze away from looking at the scenery out the window, and turned to
face Dorothy.
"Pardon?" Kitten said politely, blinking. Dorothy smiled.
"I asked who you might be. I was not aware anyone would be
accompanying the pilots." Dorothy and Kitten were both immediately
aware of all five of the boys stiffening.
"Uh, Ms. Catalonia-" Kitten raised a hand to stop Quatre,
smiling miscieviously.
"Neither was I, Ms. Dorothy," Kitten laughed. "When they got
the invitation I assumed that they would just go and that it was just
about time I found myself an apartment, anyway, but they wouldn't hear
of it and dragged me along." She smiled again, and decided to play
her trumph card. "It was an honor to be invited by the Gundam Pilots."
"Ga-what?!" Duo exclaimed. His jaw was dropped and his eyes
were bulging. Trowa was grinning widely and rather smugly, Wufei was
glowering, and Quatre looked sheepish. Heero, per usual, was silent and
emotionless- at least he appeared to be. Were one to look close enough,
as Kitten did, they would see the slightest twinkling of amusement in
his dark blue eyes.
Kitten giggled, thoroughly enjoying the results of her
surprise.
"I take it they did not know that you knew they were the
pilots?" Dorothy raised an eyebrow, and when Kitten nodded, she too
started laughing. Unexpectedly, Dorothy raised her hand, and Kitten
slapped her a high five.
"Oh, the joys of being a naughty kitten," Kitten laughed,
tears of mirth in her eyes as she saw Duo's still dumbfounded,
unblinking expression.
"So that's what you were doing on my computer," Heero said.
Was it her imagination or was there a tone of smugness in his voice?
Kitten nodded, looking sheepish, and again Duo shrieked.
"YOU SNUCK IN HIS ROOM AND ON HIS COMPUTER????" Duo exclaimed.
Kitten recoiled, thoroughly frightened at the look on her onii-chan's
face.
"Yes," She squeaked. Suddenly Duo leaned back heavily in his
seat, grabbed his sides, and was laughing. Hard.
"Did-did you hear that, WUFEI?" Duo snorted out between bouts
of laughter. "This *onna* did what none of us had been able to do in
all the years we've known Heero!"
Wufei rolled his eyes, scowling, and said nothing. Again the
girls burst into giggles.
"So, what is your name, anyways?" Dorothy asked, wiping her
eyes. Kitten grinned.
"Call me Kit," She said. "Short for Kitten."
"Thats cute," Dorothy grinned even wider. "I think I'm going
to like spending time with you." Kitten grinned.
"Same here, Dorothy. Same here."
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"That's my girl!" Zion crowed, smug over his cousin's
cleverness.
"I still don't know if she's brave or just clueless to danger,"
Kiros shook his head, or would have if he had a head. Once again he,
Prince Zion -Kiticatya's cousin- Zephra -Kiticatya's sister- and Axis
-Kitcatya's lover and Kiro's brother- were present in mind and spirit
only, in the vast dark plane. It was dark not because it was a place of
evilness, but because the only way to be there was without a body, and
when one has not a body, one cannot see, and all is dark. Were they to
have eyes, they would have been blinded by the brightness of the place
that their minds resided when not active in the ouside world.
"Probably both," Zephra laughed. "You remember that time we
were infiltrating an enemy base, and she bashed down a door that had a
bomb strapped to it. We thought she was amazing, then we later found
out that she hadn't known there was a bomb on it!"
"We all had a good laugh from that, but I thought the General
would have a heartattack!" Axis chuckled. "I think that was when I
first fell in love with her." His voice once again took on a tone of
saddness and weariness.
"*Why* did she have to go and put a Reluctance spell on her?"
Axis growled.
"She was very aware that she might one day come across us, or
something/someone else that would try to help her regain her memories."
Zion's own voice was solomn as well. "So she put a specific
Relucantance spell on her concerning the subject of regaining her
memories of her past."
"Seems she thought of everything," Kiros whispered.
"Thats a first," Zephra muttered. Sigh sighed in heated
frustration. "Why can't we just show ourselves? She would have to
remember, then! She'd *have* to! There is *NO* spell that can overcome
the heart!"
"No, but it is her heart that wanted to forget us," Axis said,
his words heavy with pain. "For our sakes, and for the sake of all the
lives on Earth."
"Why does she have to be so damn noble..." Zephra sniffed, and
Kiros and Axis both sent what waves of comfort they could.
"Back to waiting..." Zion sighed.
"And hoping," Zephra added softly. Both she and Zion felt the
other's reluctant agreement, so wait they would. And hope.
And hope.
To Be Continued...
Short, I know, but isn't it getting better? *asks hopefully*
You all have been so sweet in your reviews! Thankies for sticking with
my fic, Dekugirl! (did I spell that right?) I reeeeally appreciate it!
And same to all of you who have, too!
Until next time, minna-chans! Until next time!
-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 Six
"Kit!" Quatre leaped to his feet, the letter in his hand
falling from his fingers to flutter to the ground. Trowa was on
standing as well, his face lit in concerned surprise.
"Stupid girl got in a sword fight with Wufei," Duo grumbled as
he craddled an unconscious Kitten in his arms.
"Bring her into the living room," Quatre ordered. Duo obeyed,
following the blonde arabian boy into the living room. Gently, he set
the girl that he considered a little sister on the couch, his brown
braid falling over his shoulder. His gaze softened. He wasn't blinde to
the way she had leapt up to make her last strike against Wufei. The
girl was good with a sword in her hand, probably more so than she
realized. Few realized just how good Wufei was. To have won like she
had... Granted, it *was* only a sparing match. Still, Duo shuddered to
imagine what a real fight between those two would have been like.
Quatre left the room and returned with a bowl of warm water,
some cloths, a bag of ointments and bandages. Under Duo's, Trowa's,
and even Wufei's -from the doorway- watchful eyes, the young man
quickly put salve on her bruises, the bump on her forehead to help
reduce the swelling, and bandaged the nastier scratches and cuts that
adorned her body.
"Even when she was beat and half unconscious she still refused
to loose..." Wufei was heard murmuring from his position leaning
against the doorway that joined the living room and the formal dinning
room. "I underestimated her, and she almost had me. Then I let myself
off my guard when I thought I had won, and she defeated me." His voice
was disbelieving as he absently touched the spot of red blood that had
soaked his shirt. It was barely a scratch, but it was proof of the
kitten girl's victory.
Seeing the wound but deeming it best to say nothing, Quatre
simply tossed the chinese boy a tube of antibiotic. Wufei caught it
numbly, and left to change his shirt.
"About time a woman other than a soldier beat him," Duo
muttered. Quatre chuckled and Trowa, sitting in the armchair with his
arms crossed, smiled and shook his head.
Presently, both Wufei and Heero entered. Heero's skin glistened
slightly with the brief layer of sweat. A pearl of presperation
glittered and fell from one eyelash.
Wufei had replaced his loose traning blousy shirt with a
plain red cotton t-shirt.
"Well, now that she's doing fine, and we're all here, perhaps
we should get back to what we sent Duo out to get Wufei for in the
first place." Quatre sat on the smaller couch across from the one
Kitten lay 'asleep' on.
Heero nodded, and sat in a wooden chair, Wufei next to Trowa,
and Duo without hesitation lifted Kitten's head and sat down, put a
green pillow on his lap, then placed her head in his lap on the pillow.
No one took notice of this typical brotherly act, and Quatre
retreaved the letter that he had recovered from the floor at the same
time he had fetched the medicle supplies.
"This arrived this morning from Princess- er, from Vice Foreign
Minister Dorlain, at the Sanq Kingdom Headquarters." The arabian lad
said as he passed the letter around. "I thought we should all agree
together whether or not to do what she asked."
"My Dear friends," Trowa began reading aloud. Duo made a
gagging noise, and Heero threw him a 'deathglare' to silence the
American pilot.
"My dear friends," Trowa continued. "It has been a long time,
has it not? I wish I could chit chat in this letter, but the paperwork
is piling up as we speak and I haven't much time. So I will get right
down to..."
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"...paperwork is piling up as we speak, and I haven't much
time. So I will get right down to the purpose of this letter. I'm sure
you have been wondering why I asked you personally, or even at all, to
move to Earth, however temporary. It is because that I, along with
several world and colony leaders have decided to hold a ball/faire of
sorts. If it is popular enough, it may become an official holiday."
Kitten suppressed the urge to groan as she drifted back up to
consciousness. She forced her body to remain motionless as she realized
her head was craddled in someone's lap, and someone was running their
fingers through her now unbound hair.
As her hearing focused, she realized that the voice she had
been hearing was Trowa, sounding as if he were reading something. As
Kitten continued to listen, it seemed to be a letter of sorts.
"'This ball/faire is a day to honor those who helped bring
about the end of the war, and who did great feats for the side of peace
*during* the war. Hilde Sciezbecker is among them, of course, but also
are the you five idolized Gundam Pilots.'"
Kitten smired mentally. So her hunch on the bus early that
day had been right. Nevermind her half an hour on Heero's computer had
been wasted; that guy had more firewalls and passwords and security
locks than you would find on a weapon powerful enough to destroy a
planet! Yeesh!
Smug that her intuition had been right -even if it had taken
her a week to put two and two together- she tuned back into the
reading.
"'This ball/faire would not be complete- no, rather, the whole
thing would be rather meaningless without you there.
'This is not a command, order, mission, nor will I put you on a
guilt trip if you decide not to accept, but this is simply an
invitation to one of the greatest events of the year.
'Even if you don't want anything to do with it, I would still
be honored if you would at least visit the weekend of the ball/faire.
I hope you will come. I hope to see you all soon.
At the bottom is the official address, time, date, and
instructions for the day of ball/faire. Once again, I sincerely hope
you come.'"
Signed,
Princess Relena Rose Dorlain Peacecraft,
Vice Foreign Minister,
Earth Ambassador
'P.S. Oh, yes, if it does become a holiday, it is already decide that
it would be the international holiday of Gundam Day.'"
Trowa finished reading the letter, and Kitten heard the
shuffling of paper; the letter must have been reinserted into the
envelope.
"And people claim she has no sense of humor," Kitten nearly
jumped as the person whom was twining their fingers in her hair
grumbled. She suppressed the urge to smile, trying to keep up the
pretense of sleeping. Duo.
"I for one would be honored to go," Quatre spoke up. "Plus it
sounds like fun, and I would like to see the Princess again."
"Mission accepted," Did Heero sound almost amused at his own
words? Surely not.
"I'll go. It sounds like fun." Trowa really did sound
interested.
"I suppose I'll tag along." Wufei grunted. "I want see if that
weakling onna pacifist has gotten any more guts." Kitten's mind tugged
at her as she heard his voice...
"So would I," Duo spoke up, his voice rumbling in his chest,
which was quite near Kitten's right ear. "Plus having a holiday named
after me sounds cool!"
"Named after *you,* Maxwell?" Wufei growles. Kitten's mind
jumped in surprise as she abruptly remembered why she had been
unconscious in the first place.
'Did I really beat him? Did that even count, since the fight
was supposed to be over?' She thought to herself, bewildered.
Then, all at once, in a rush of realization, the meaning of
the conversation that she was listening in on slammed into her and she
gasped aloud. Duo jumped and Kitten froze, and groaned out loud as she
realized she had give herself away. Suppressing a sigh, she cautiously,
slowly opened on eye.
'Busted.' She muttered to herself as she forced herself to sit
up, Duo practically hovering over her, worry etched in his face.
"I'm fine, Onii-chan," Kitten laughed, and Duo relaxed. Kitten
looked up and looked at the five young men in the room, questions and
slight guilt on her face for evesdropping. Again.
"You were listening, weren't you, Kit?" Trowa said gently,
smiling slightly. She scowled at him. How did he always know?
"So, Quatre-kun, I guess I'll be apartment hunting tomorrow,"
She tried her best to smile happily as she stood. "Thank you ever so
much for letting me stay this long and get adjusted." She headed for
the exit of the living room that lead to the bedrooms. "I reall appre-"
"Hold on, onna," Wufei growled. Kitten froze. Here it comes...
"What makes you think you can get out of the rest of your
training that easily?" Slowly, almost afraid to hope, Kitten turned to
see Wufei's smirking face.
"You wouldn't..." She whispered. Her eyes widened as Quatre
grinned.
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"You would...you did..." Kitten said dazedly as she sat down
heavily in her window seat on the small, twelve seat privet jet. Duo
laughed merrily as he sat next to her.
"You heard Quatre, did you think we'd just up and leave you?"
Duo mock pouted. "How could you think so little of us, Kit?"
Kitten only laughed and ruffled his already hopelessly mussed
bangs and buckled her seat belt as everyone else got settled in.
Leaning her head back, she grinned, and tears came to her eyes as she
remembered her first night after she had realized she had amnesia.
Cold, wet, hungry, and alone, curled up under the wings of a stone
gargoyle in the middle of a rainstorm, listening to antics of two best
friends while she prayed and hoped and wondered against being alone the
rest of her days.
Her prayers had been answered.
She wasn't alone. Not anymore.
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"Mr. Maxwell!" A coldly beautiful woman with knee length,
pin straight pale blonde hair and icy blue eyes under slanted black
eyebrows smiled in genuine welcome as Duo, Kitten right behind him,
stepped off the steps of the privet jet.
"Hey, there, Dorothy!" Duo took the liberty to give 'Dorothy'
a bear hug.
"Hello, Ms. Catalonia," Quatre, behind Kitten, smiled and
waved. 'Dorothy' waved back.
"It is good to see you all again." The woman smiled. "Ms.
Relena is especially excited. Please, the limosine is waiting,"
Dorothy, clad in an ice blue business suit, motioned to where a long,
white limo was waiting, across the small, privet landing strip. Once
everyone was off the plane, carry on bags, laptops, briefcases, and in
Kitten's situation a long black katana case in hand, they headed
towards the aforementioned limosine.
Several minutes later, all seven of them were seated
comfortably in the long white stretch limo, going at a moderate speed
on a country road.
"And who might you be? I don't believe we've met," Dorothy
addressed Kitten. Kitten caught herself before she jumped in surpise
at having the woman talk to her. Kitten mentally scrunched her brow in
confusion. Why was that? Was she usually ignored?
'I hate amnesia,' A part of her mind muttered as she tore her
gaze away from looking at the scenery out the window, and turned to
face Dorothy.
"Pardon?" Kitten said politely, blinking. Dorothy smiled.
"I asked who you might be. I was not aware anyone would be
accompanying the pilots." Dorothy and Kitten were both immediately
aware of all five of the boys stiffening.
"Uh, Ms. Catalonia-" Kitten raised a hand to stop Quatre,
smiling miscieviously.
"Neither was I, Ms. Dorothy," Kitten laughed. "When they got
the invitation I assumed that they would just go and that it was just
about time I found myself an apartment, anyway, but they wouldn't hear
of it and dragged me along." She smiled again, and decided to play
her trumph card. "It was an honor to be invited by the Gundam Pilots."
"Ga-what?!" Duo exclaimed. His jaw was dropped and his eyes
were bulging. Trowa was grinning widely and rather smugly, Wufei was
glowering, and Quatre looked sheepish. Heero, per usual, was silent and
emotionless- at least he appeared to be. Were one to look close enough,
as Kitten did, they would see the slightest twinkling of amusement in
his dark blue eyes.
Kitten giggled, thoroughly enjoying the results of her
surprise.
"I take it they did not know that you knew they were the
pilots?" Dorothy raised an eyebrow, and when Kitten nodded, she too
started laughing. Unexpectedly, Dorothy raised her hand, and Kitten
slapped her a high five.
"Oh, the joys of being a naughty kitten," Kitten laughed,
tears of mirth in her eyes as she saw Duo's still dumbfounded,
unblinking expression.
"So that's what you were doing on my computer," Heero said.
Was it her imagination or was there a tone of smugness in his voice?
Kitten nodded, looking sheepish, and again Duo shrieked.
"YOU SNUCK IN HIS ROOM AND ON HIS COMPUTER????" Duo exclaimed.
Kitten recoiled, thoroughly frightened at the look on her onii-chan's
face.
"Yes," She squeaked. Suddenly Duo leaned back heavily in his
seat, grabbed his sides, and was laughing. Hard.
"Did-did you hear that, WUFEI?" Duo snorted out between bouts
of laughter. "This *onna* did what none of us had been able to do in
all the years we've known Heero!"
Wufei rolled his eyes, scowling, and said nothing. Again the
girls burst into giggles.
"So, what is your name, anyways?" Dorothy asked, wiping her
eyes. Kitten grinned.
"Call me Kit," She said. "Short for Kitten."
"Thats cute," Dorothy grinned even wider. "I think I'm going
to like spending time with you." Kitten grinned.
"Same here, Dorothy. Same here."
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"That's my girl!" Zion crowed, smug over his cousin's
cleverness.
"I still don't know if she's brave or just clueless to danger,"
Kiros shook his head, or would have if he had a head. Once again he,
Prince Zion -Kiticatya's cousin- Zephra -Kiticatya's sister- and Axis
-Kitcatya's lover and Kiro's brother- were present in mind and spirit
only, in the vast dark plane. It was dark not because it was a place of
evilness, but because the only way to be there was without a body, and
when one has not a body, one cannot see, and all is dark. Were they to
have eyes, they would have been blinded by the brightness of the place
that their minds resided when not active in the ouside world.
"Probably both," Zephra laughed. "You remember that time we
were infiltrating an enemy base, and she bashed down a door that had a
bomb strapped to it. We thought she was amazing, then we later found
out that she hadn't known there was a bomb on it!"
"We all had a good laugh from that, but I thought the General
would have a heartattack!" Axis chuckled. "I think that was when I
first fell in love with her." His voice once again took on a tone of
saddness and weariness.
"*Why* did she have to go and put a Reluctance spell on her?"
Axis growled.
"She was very aware that she might one day come across us, or
something/someone else that would try to help her regain her memories."
Zion's own voice was solomn as well. "So she put a specific
Relucantance spell on her concerning the subject of regaining her
memories of her past."
"Seems she thought of everything," Kiros whispered.
"Thats a first," Zephra muttered. Sigh sighed in heated
frustration. "Why can't we just show ourselves? She would have to
remember, then! She'd *have* to! There is *NO* spell that can overcome
the heart!"
"No, but it is her heart that wanted to forget us," Axis said,
his words heavy with pain. "For our sakes, and for the sake of all the
lives on Earth."
"Why does she have to be so damn noble..." Zephra sniffed, and
Kiros and Axis both sent what waves of comfort they could.
"Back to waiting..." Zion sighed.
"And hoping," Zephra added softly. Both she and Zion felt the
other's reluctant agreement, so wait they would. And hope.
And hope.
To Be Continued...
Short, I know, but isn't it getting better? *asks hopefully*
You all have been so sweet in your reviews! Thankies for sticking with
my fic, Dekugirl! (did I spell that right?) I reeeeally appreciate it!
And same to all of you who have, too!
Until next time, minna-chans! Until next time!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING. THE OTAKU
CHARACTERS AND PLOT ARE MINE, AS IS THE 'KITTEN' BRACELET.*