~ kitten ~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Eight
"I thougt you'd said you'd found her," A sinister voice
snarled from a shadow. "So why is she not at my feet, groveling for
mercy?" The acid scarred man that stood before him bowed his head
slightly.
"We have found her, my lord, but it is not that easy." The
scarred man tried to explain. "Those that these Earth humans call the
'Gundam Pilots' are always with her."
"Do they know?!" The man in the shadow stepped forward and
grabbed the scarred man by the collar. Still, shadows hid his face,
almost unnaturally so.
"We don't believe, so, sire. But she has what the humans cll
amnesia. The boys must feel protective of her."
"Weak humans and their emotions," The shadowed man grumbled as
he released his subordinate and stepped back into the shadows of the
dark, evil smelling room. Unlike the room that Axis and his friends had
met in, the darkness was not for nesseccity, as theirs had been. No,
this room was dark because it was their way.
The scarred man remained silent, keeping his eyes downcast so
as to hide their scorn. He knew humans much better than his 'lord.'
"Have someone follow her," The shadowed man said finally. "Wait
until she is alone. Then take her. Alive! Her corpse is not only
useless to us, but her death would ruin everything, yet at the same
time her very existence threatens to bring down all our work about our
heads. Be careful no one knows of her abduction, Hiszeal." The shadowed
man turned slightly to face the scarred man. "You may be Head Priest
Warrior, but there are many others who serve me who could do your job
just as well. Do not fail me."
Hiszeal, the scarred man, bowed lower than usual, every cell
in his body seething with hate and loathing for the shadowed man before
him. Yet outwardly, he was the perfect minion; subordinate, obediant,
and quiet.
"As you wish, my lord."
And he left.
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"I hate winter I hate winter I hate winter..." Kitten muttered
to herself, trying to sound and act normal as she ran as quick as she
could through the pouring rain down the streets of downtown Dorlain,
the newly rebuilt Capitol of the Sanq Kingdom. Her nerves were on end,
and for a good reason. She glanced over her shoulder, and with a shiver
of fear that raced up her spine, she spotted him, the man that had been
following her all day.
She took refuge under an eve of a building, catching her
breath and blowing on her hands as best as she could. She clutched the
folds of her thin -too thin for this weather, anyway- jacket closer.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw her follower do the same
under a different canopy a few yards down the street.
Kitten, shaking with cold and frayed nerves, readjusted her
hold on the numerous cloth bags she held, bent her head down into the
wind, and set out once more.
Yet another brief glance told her what she needed to know; the
stranger was still following her. She released -out of fear- a
colorful string of phrases, feverently wishing Duo or one of the other
boys were there.
'Wufei would have a field day if he knew how scared I am,'
Kitten swallowed. Hard. Even Wufei's critism and 'weak onna' mouth
marathons would be welcome.
'I must be terrified, to be willing to have Wufei here to
protect me,' She muttered in her own mind. 'Either that or just plain
nuts.' She paused and pondered that. 'Nuts.' She concluded.
Still, the pun in her own mind did nothing to stop her
trembling limbs. Was she shaking out of cold? Or out of fear of her
shadowy follower? With wide sea green eyes -turned a dark stormy green
by the weather- she looked over her shoulder yet again. She drew in a
sharp, cold breath when she realized her follower was not there. She
looked around frantically, and nearly jumped out of her skin when
someone tapped her on the shoulder.
She whirled, her hand going to the small pistol Duo had briefly
shown her how to handle -promising more lessons later- and made her
take with her everywhere.
"Do you have the time, miss?" A tall man in a long black
trencoat with a hood was responsible for the tap on her shoulder. His
voice sounded gurgly and choked, rough, like he had an extremely bad
cold.
Afraid to take her eyes off the man, afraid he'd put a knife in
her belly, yet afraid to let him know that she was afraid, Kitten
glanced down at her watch briefly, and mumbled out her answer before
quickly walking down the sidewalk once more, every nerve in her body
tensed to the breaking point.
Something grabbed her shoulder, and Kitten whirled once more,
this time her pistol being half way out of her pocket, her other hand
poised to punch as she came face to face with the same man.
"I'm afraid I couldn't understand you, miss," The man slurred,
his face still hidden by the deep hood of his coat. Kitten was
trembling, and mentally slapped herself for it. She had no reason to
suspect this man!
"I-I'm sorry..." She said hurridly, and gave him the time once
more, making sure to say it carefully, so he could not misunderstand
or not hear it. She turned. The hand that was still on her shoulder
tightened. Kitten gasped, and opened her mouth to yell as she was
suddenly grabbed and pulled against a solid form. Hot, stinking breath
was in her ear.
"I believe you got it wrong, miss," The man with the slurred,
groggy voice hissed in her ear. "Its time for you to meet Them." Fear
and adrenaline flooded Kitten's senses as she was dragged into an
alleyway.
Who was 'Them?' Somehow, the way the man said it, Kitten knew
she had heard it said that way before. More than that, she knew she
had once known who 'They' were. But once more, she also feared and
hated Them. And she didn't know, or remember why.
Kitten abruptly came out of her stupor, and began struggling,
kicking, bitting, clawing and twisting madly. She could tell her
captor was hard pressed to keep hold of her, but her time as Wufei's
pupil hadn't been for nothing. So, with a cry of rage, Kitten decided
to 'S-I-N-G' to her would be kidnapper.
(AN: Anyone seen Miss Congeniality? Heh heh...I've actually used this
manuever, and it was quite effective. Especially the last part. *wink*)
With a muffled cry -since her mouth was still covered- Kitten
slammed elbow back as hard as she possible could into the man's
stomach. She quickly followed it with a pile-driving instep, slamming
her heeled boot onto the man's sneakered foot. She followed up with
twisting viciously, freeing one arm, and bringing her fist up and
back to smash her captor's nose in a gruesome sound of snapping
cartilidge.
Last, but not least, Kitten brought her other elbow down even
furthur, right between the stinking man's legs. That proved to be the
final, fatal blow, and she was abruptly releases as her assailant fell
to his knees, clutching himself, his eyes bulging in pain.
Kitten did not take her time to gloat however, and quickly
grabbed the pistol that had fallen on the ground. Releasing the safety,
she pointed point blank at the moaning man. Miraculously, his hood was
still up and still covered his face.
"Who are you and what the heck do you think you were doing?"
Kitten demanded. "Did you actually have a reason to try and kidnap me
or are you just a sicko who doesn't have enough cash to buy a pleasure
slut?"
"They want you..." The man groaned, still rocking back and
forth, oblivious to the short, stout, and outraged female holding a
gun point blank to his forehead. "They want you alive. You have
something They want...something They need. They will stop at nothing to
get your secret, Shinimejenya. Nothing will stop Them...Nothing..."
Then he keeled over onto his side, and was still. Not even
his breathing stirred the lump of clothing. A eerie wind blew through
the silent alleyway, and as Kitten stood supporessing her trembling
limbs, her gun still held out, the wind blew the man's hood away from
his face.
Kitten screamed.
Kitten ran.
She didn't stop either.
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*They want you...They want you alive.*
Kitten squinted her eyes shut.
"I don't want to remember..." She whimpered, curled up on her
window seat, back in her rooms at the Sanq Palace. Despite her pleas,
the memories kept coming.
*You have something They want...something They need. They will
stop at nothing to get you secret, Shinimejenya. Nothing will stop
Them...Nothing...*
The name that had struck a cord deep in her heart echoed in her
mind.
'Shinimejenya...Shinimejenya...Shinimejenya...Shinimejenya...'
Kitten opened her eyes and stared out the window as a lightning bolt
split the sky. "Shinimejenya..." Kitten whispered aloud for the first
time. Again that tug at her heart and mind... "What does it mean?"
She said quietly, to no one. Did she mean the pull at her mind and
heart, or the alien word? She didn't know.
In her lap, Kitten nervously stroked her Dragon Blade, still
in its scapard (AN: Thanks for that correction, Princess Raye Fire! I
thought it sounded wrong!) desperately trying to calm herself. She
cried out, blinking back tears, as her hand slipped and a sharp slice
split her hand across her palm.
Kitten blinked, staring at the wound numbly, not feeling the
pain at all as the blood welled and pooled in her cupped palm, and
dripped off the side of her palm. A single drop of crimson blood fell,
and splatted on the shimmering, polished Dragon Blade. Kitten looked
at her reflection on the shiny sword, the single drop of blood covering
the left eye of her reflection.
Abruptly, another flash zoomed through her mind, and Kitten
shut her eyes tight against the memory, clutching her wounded hand at
the same time. A vein in her temple pulsed as she shut her eyes as hard
as she could against the memory of the man's hood falling away from his
face, to reveal...
Kitten shuddered, and stood up the sword clattering to the
floor. Kitten ran to the doorway, an invisible force pushing her to go
to the one place she would do anything to stay away from at that
moment.
Behind her, on the floor, unseen by Kitten, the single drop of
deep crimson blood that had fallen on the blade flashed an icy blue,
then vanished as if absorbed into the very steel of the Dragon Blade.
The colors in the fire sapphire opals of the Dragon hilt eyes
swirled, flashed, then returned to their normal shimmering luster.
Outside, Kitten was running along, panting, her breath coming
out in hot steamy puffs as she shivered uncontrollably; she had
forgotten her coat. Still, whatever was guiding her feet didn't let her
turn back to fetch it, so on she went.
Unconsciously she took back roads and alleys, short cuts across
privet gardens and over overflooded streams, getting soaked, but
pushing on nevertheless.
At last, shivering worse than ever, her skin now a shade of
blue, her lips deem royal purple, her hand bleeding profously, she
came back to the entrance of that same alley that she had heard that
word...
Shinimejenya... Or was it a name? Yes, Kitten realized as there
was a stronger pull at her senses. It was a name. Her name? Was that
her name? No... yes? She scrunched her brow in confusion. She got mixed
feelings. A title, perhaps? Yes, a title sounded right, or a nickname.
Taking a deep breath, she wasn't able to stall anymore, and
that same unseen hand pushed her forward once more. Kitten stumbled
into the alley, tripping over garbage and jarring her hand painfully,
which she just now was beginning to feel.
Kitten stopped abruptly, and the invisible guide that had
been pulling her along subconsciously let her gone. Kitten stared with
wide, fearful eyes at the mound of clothing before her, unmoving.
Nearly two hours since she had freed herself from him, and he lay there
still, dead.
The hood was still blown back from his face, and Kitten
resisted the urge to vomit; his face was nothing more than a few flaps
of rotting flesh, gore, and a blackened skull. It didn't take a genius
to figure out that this man was dead certainly, but had been so for
many months.
Kitten shuddered. She didn't know why she had been driven to
come back. What was there of importance here? What did she need to see?
Perhaps it had been her subconscious telling her she needed to see it
again, point blank, to convince herself she wasn't crazy. A corpse had
tried to kidnap her! Why? And for the thousandth time, who was 'They?'
Kitten was unable to ponder any furthur, however, as a police
siren was heard in the distance, coming closer. Deciding that she was
in a very bad place to be should she be spotted as she was, still with
a pistol in her pocket, Kitten turned and ran.
And promptly fell on her face. Kitten hissed in pain as her
sliced palm slapped against the dirty ground hands down to stop her
fall. The bleeding that had slowed from the cold began again with a
vengence. Pulling herself to her feet rather painfully, Kitten suddenly
stopped as a tiny, frail noise drifted to her ears.
She paused, listened, and was just about to shrug it off and
keep going when she heard it again. Her brow wrinkled in puzzlement,
Kitten looked around for the source of the small, terrified sounding
noise.
An odd rustle of newspaper on top of an upright cardboard box
caught Kitten's attention, followed by yet another pitiful sound.
Kitten crawled through the garbage to the box, yanked off the paper,
and gasped. Inside the box, curled up in a corner, shivering violently
with cold and terror, was the tiniest newborn kitten she had ever
imagined. The baby creature opened on large, amazingly sapphire blue
eye to stare up at Kitten imploringly, yet with fear. Its coat was a
filthy light gray, with splotches of pitch black greasy spots that was
probably oil. The poor thing had a cut at the base of its tail.
Kitten's heart just cried and tore at the sight, and she
immediately scooped up the tiny thing; it was barely bigger than her
fist! Making soothing noises, Kitten tucked it under her shirt and
cuddledit close to her bosom to give it as much warmth and shelter as
she possibly could, getting blood from the gash on her hand. The kitten
sniffed the red on her fur, licked it, made a face, sneezed, and curled
up even tighter against Kitten's chest, shivering.
The police car sirens were closer than ever now, probably only
a few meters away, down the street. Kitten, with a brief glance over
her shoulder and a shudder of disgust at the sight of the rotting
corpse, Kitten held the tiny cat closer to her, and took off running
in the direction of the Sanq palace.
To Be Continued...
Okay, short, I know, but hey, its New Years Eve! My boyfriends
coming over! YAY! Thanks again from the bottom of my heart to all of
you who cared enough to review! It means a lot to me! Happy New Year!
Ja ne!
-Alexia Goddess
http://www.geocities.com/Alexia_Goddess/Entrance.html
*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 Eight
"I thougt you'd said you'd found her," A sinister voice
snarled from a shadow. "So why is she not at my feet, groveling for
mercy?" The acid scarred man that stood before him bowed his head
slightly.
"We have found her, my lord, but it is not that easy." The
scarred man tried to explain. "Those that these Earth humans call the
'Gundam Pilots' are always with her."
"Do they know?!" The man in the shadow stepped forward and
grabbed the scarred man by the collar. Still, shadows hid his face,
almost unnaturally so.
"We don't believe, so, sire. But she has what the humans cll
amnesia. The boys must feel protective of her."
"Weak humans and their emotions," The shadowed man grumbled as
he released his subordinate and stepped back into the shadows of the
dark, evil smelling room. Unlike the room that Axis and his friends had
met in, the darkness was not for nesseccity, as theirs had been. No,
this room was dark because it was their way.
The scarred man remained silent, keeping his eyes downcast so
as to hide their scorn. He knew humans much better than his 'lord.'
"Have someone follow her," The shadowed man said finally. "Wait
until she is alone. Then take her. Alive! Her corpse is not only
useless to us, but her death would ruin everything, yet at the same
time her very existence threatens to bring down all our work about our
heads. Be careful no one knows of her abduction, Hiszeal." The shadowed
man turned slightly to face the scarred man. "You may be Head Priest
Warrior, but there are many others who serve me who could do your job
just as well. Do not fail me."
Hiszeal, the scarred man, bowed lower than usual, every cell
in his body seething with hate and loathing for the shadowed man before
him. Yet outwardly, he was the perfect minion; subordinate, obediant,
and quiet.
"As you wish, my lord."
And he left.
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"I hate winter I hate winter I hate winter..." Kitten muttered
to herself, trying to sound and act normal as she ran as quick as she
could through the pouring rain down the streets of downtown Dorlain,
the newly rebuilt Capitol of the Sanq Kingdom. Her nerves were on end,
and for a good reason. She glanced over her shoulder, and with a shiver
of fear that raced up her spine, she spotted him, the man that had been
following her all day.
She took refuge under an eve of a building, catching her
breath and blowing on her hands as best as she could. She clutched the
folds of her thin -too thin for this weather, anyway- jacket closer.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw her follower do the same
under a different canopy a few yards down the street.
Kitten, shaking with cold and frayed nerves, readjusted her
hold on the numerous cloth bags she held, bent her head down into the
wind, and set out once more.
Yet another brief glance told her what she needed to know; the
stranger was still following her. She released -out of fear- a
colorful string of phrases, feverently wishing Duo or one of the other
boys were there.
'Wufei would have a field day if he knew how scared I am,'
Kitten swallowed. Hard. Even Wufei's critism and 'weak onna' mouth
marathons would be welcome.
'I must be terrified, to be willing to have Wufei here to
protect me,' She muttered in her own mind. 'Either that or just plain
nuts.' She paused and pondered that. 'Nuts.' She concluded.
Still, the pun in her own mind did nothing to stop her
trembling limbs. Was she shaking out of cold? Or out of fear of her
shadowy follower? With wide sea green eyes -turned a dark stormy green
by the weather- she looked over her shoulder yet again. She drew in a
sharp, cold breath when she realized her follower was not there. She
looked around frantically, and nearly jumped out of her skin when
someone tapped her on the shoulder.
She whirled, her hand going to the small pistol Duo had briefly
shown her how to handle -promising more lessons later- and made her
take with her everywhere.
"Do you have the time, miss?" A tall man in a long black
trencoat with a hood was responsible for the tap on her shoulder. His
voice sounded gurgly and choked, rough, like he had an extremely bad
cold.
Afraid to take her eyes off the man, afraid he'd put a knife in
her belly, yet afraid to let him know that she was afraid, Kitten
glanced down at her watch briefly, and mumbled out her answer before
quickly walking down the sidewalk once more, every nerve in her body
tensed to the breaking point.
Something grabbed her shoulder, and Kitten whirled once more,
this time her pistol being half way out of her pocket, her other hand
poised to punch as she came face to face with the same man.
"I'm afraid I couldn't understand you, miss," The man slurred,
his face still hidden by the deep hood of his coat. Kitten was
trembling, and mentally slapped herself for it. She had no reason to
suspect this man!
"I-I'm sorry..." She said hurridly, and gave him the time once
more, making sure to say it carefully, so he could not misunderstand
or not hear it. She turned. The hand that was still on her shoulder
tightened. Kitten gasped, and opened her mouth to yell as she was
suddenly grabbed and pulled against a solid form. Hot, stinking breath
was in her ear.
"I believe you got it wrong, miss," The man with the slurred,
groggy voice hissed in her ear. "Its time for you to meet Them." Fear
and adrenaline flooded Kitten's senses as she was dragged into an
alleyway.
Who was 'Them?' Somehow, the way the man said it, Kitten knew
she had heard it said that way before. More than that, she knew she
had once known who 'They' were. But once more, she also feared and
hated Them. And she didn't know, or remember why.
Kitten abruptly came out of her stupor, and began struggling,
kicking, bitting, clawing and twisting madly. She could tell her
captor was hard pressed to keep hold of her, but her time as Wufei's
pupil hadn't been for nothing. So, with a cry of rage, Kitten decided
to 'S-I-N-G' to her would be kidnapper.
(AN: Anyone seen Miss Congeniality? Heh heh...I've actually used this
manuever, and it was quite effective. Especially the last part. *wink*)
With a muffled cry -since her mouth was still covered- Kitten
slammed elbow back as hard as she possible could into the man's
stomach. She quickly followed it with a pile-driving instep, slamming
her heeled boot onto the man's sneakered foot. She followed up with
twisting viciously, freeing one arm, and bringing her fist up and
back to smash her captor's nose in a gruesome sound of snapping
cartilidge.
Last, but not least, Kitten brought her other elbow down even
furthur, right between the stinking man's legs. That proved to be the
final, fatal blow, and she was abruptly releases as her assailant fell
to his knees, clutching himself, his eyes bulging in pain.
Kitten did not take her time to gloat however, and quickly
grabbed the pistol that had fallen on the ground. Releasing the safety,
she pointed point blank at the moaning man. Miraculously, his hood was
still up and still covered his face.
"Who are you and what the heck do you think you were doing?"
Kitten demanded. "Did you actually have a reason to try and kidnap me
or are you just a sicko who doesn't have enough cash to buy a pleasure
slut?"
"They want you..." The man groaned, still rocking back and
forth, oblivious to the short, stout, and outraged female holding a
gun point blank to his forehead. "They want you alive. You have
something They want...something They need. They will stop at nothing to
get your secret, Shinimejenya. Nothing will stop Them...Nothing..."
Then he keeled over onto his side, and was still. Not even
his breathing stirred the lump of clothing. A eerie wind blew through
the silent alleyway, and as Kitten stood supporessing her trembling
limbs, her gun still held out, the wind blew the man's hood away from
his face.
Kitten screamed.
Kitten ran.
She didn't stop either.
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*They want you...They want you alive.*
Kitten squinted her eyes shut.
"I don't want to remember..." She whimpered, curled up on her
window seat, back in her rooms at the Sanq Palace. Despite her pleas,
the memories kept coming.
*You have something They want...something They need. They will
stop at nothing to get you secret, Shinimejenya. Nothing will stop
Them...Nothing...*
The name that had struck a cord deep in her heart echoed in her
mind.
'Shinimejenya...Shinimejenya...Shinimejenya...Shinimejenya...'
Kitten opened her eyes and stared out the window as a lightning bolt
split the sky. "Shinimejenya..." Kitten whispered aloud for the first
time. Again that tug at her heart and mind... "What does it mean?"
She said quietly, to no one. Did she mean the pull at her mind and
heart, or the alien word? She didn't know.
In her lap, Kitten nervously stroked her Dragon Blade, still
in its scapard (AN: Thanks for that correction, Princess Raye Fire! I
thought it sounded wrong!) desperately trying to calm herself. She
cried out, blinking back tears, as her hand slipped and a sharp slice
split her hand across her palm.
Kitten blinked, staring at the wound numbly, not feeling the
pain at all as the blood welled and pooled in her cupped palm, and
dripped off the side of her palm. A single drop of crimson blood fell,
and splatted on the shimmering, polished Dragon Blade. Kitten looked
at her reflection on the shiny sword, the single drop of blood covering
the left eye of her reflection.
Abruptly, another flash zoomed through her mind, and Kitten
shut her eyes tight against the memory, clutching her wounded hand at
the same time. A vein in her temple pulsed as she shut her eyes as hard
as she could against the memory of the man's hood falling away from his
face, to reveal...
Kitten shuddered, and stood up the sword clattering to the
floor. Kitten ran to the doorway, an invisible force pushing her to go
to the one place she would do anything to stay away from at that
moment.
Behind her, on the floor, unseen by Kitten, the single drop of
deep crimson blood that had fallen on the blade flashed an icy blue,
then vanished as if absorbed into the very steel of the Dragon Blade.
The colors in the fire sapphire opals of the Dragon hilt eyes
swirled, flashed, then returned to their normal shimmering luster.
Outside, Kitten was running along, panting, her breath coming
out in hot steamy puffs as she shivered uncontrollably; she had
forgotten her coat. Still, whatever was guiding her feet didn't let her
turn back to fetch it, so on she went.
Unconsciously she took back roads and alleys, short cuts across
privet gardens and over overflooded streams, getting soaked, but
pushing on nevertheless.
At last, shivering worse than ever, her skin now a shade of
blue, her lips deem royal purple, her hand bleeding profously, she
came back to the entrance of that same alley that she had heard that
word...
Shinimejenya... Or was it a name? Yes, Kitten realized as there
was a stronger pull at her senses. It was a name. Her name? Was that
her name? No... yes? She scrunched her brow in confusion. She got mixed
feelings. A title, perhaps? Yes, a title sounded right, or a nickname.
Taking a deep breath, she wasn't able to stall anymore, and
that same unseen hand pushed her forward once more. Kitten stumbled
into the alley, tripping over garbage and jarring her hand painfully,
which she just now was beginning to feel.
Kitten stopped abruptly, and the invisible guide that had
been pulling her along subconsciously let her gone. Kitten stared with
wide, fearful eyes at the mound of clothing before her, unmoving.
Nearly two hours since she had freed herself from him, and he lay there
still, dead.
The hood was still blown back from his face, and Kitten
resisted the urge to vomit; his face was nothing more than a few flaps
of rotting flesh, gore, and a blackened skull. It didn't take a genius
to figure out that this man was dead certainly, but had been so for
many months.
Kitten shuddered. She didn't know why she had been driven to
come back. What was there of importance here? What did she need to see?
Perhaps it had been her subconscious telling her she needed to see it
again, point blank, to convince herself she wasn't crazy. A corpse had
tried to kidnap her! Why? And for the thousandth time, who was 'They?'
Kitten was unable to ponder any furthur, however, as a police
siren was heard in the distance, coming closer. Deciding that she was
in a very bad place to be should she be spotted as she was, still with
a pistol in her pocket, Kitten turned and ran.
And promptly fell on her face. Kitten hissed in pain as her
sliced palm slapped against the dirty ground hands down to stop her
fall. The bleeding that had slowed from the cold began again with a
vengence. Pulling herself to her feet rather painfully, Kitten suddenly
stopped as a tiny, frail noise drifted to her ears.
She paused, listened, and was just about to shrug it off and
keep going when she heard it again. Her brow wrinkled in puzzlement,
Kitten looked around for the source of the small, terrified sounding
noise.
An odd rustle of newspaper on top of an upright cardboard box
caught Kitten's attention, followed by yet another pitiful sound.
Kitten crawled through the garbage to the box, yanked off the paper,
and gasped. Inside the box, curled up in a corner, shivering violently
with cold and terror, was the tiniest newborn kitten she had ever
imagined. The baby creature opened on large, amazingly sapphire blue
eye to stare up at Kitten imploringly, yet with fear. Its coat was a
filthy light gray, with splotches of pitch black greasy spots that was
probably oil. The poor thing had a cut at the base of its tail.
Kitten's heart just cried and tore at the sight, and she
immediately scooped up the tiny thing; it was barely bigger than her
fist! Making soothing noises, Kitten tucked it under her shirt and
cuddledit close to her bosom to give it as much warmth and shelter as
she possibly could, getting blood from the gash on her hand. The kitten
sniffed the red on her fur, licked it, made a face, sneezed, and curled
up even tighter against Kitten's chest, shivering.
The police car sirens were closer than ever now, probably only
a few meters away, down the street. Kitten, with a brief glance over
her shoulder and a shudder of disgust at the sight of the rotting
corpse, Kitten held the tiny cat closer to her, and took off running
in the direction of the Sanq palace.
To Be Continued...
Okay, short, I know, but hey, its New Years Eve! My boyfriends
coming over! YAY! Thanks again from the bottom of my heart to all of
you who cared enough to review! It means a lot to me! Happy New Year!
Ja ne!
-Alexia Goddess
http://www.geocities.com/Alexia_Goddess/Entrance.html
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING. THE OTAKU
CHARACTERS AND PLOT ARE MINE, AS IS THE 'KITTEN' BRACELET.*