~ kitten ~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Thirteen
Everyone gave out a cry as they saw Kitten, crystal wings limp
and useless, become victim to gravity's pull, and dropped from the
sky like a stone.
No one was near enough to catch her, and even if they had been,
even while bullets and blades could exit the bubbles, they themselves
could not.
Kitten slammed into the ground with all the force that gravity
had to offer, and a sickening crunch was heard. When she lay, her
falling over with, her right arm, her sword arm, lay at an odd angle;
white was visible sticking out of her forearm; her arm was severly
broken.
It was Akari that saved them, for she was able to squeeze out
her bubble. In her her dash to her mistress, she took time to leap at
and tag each of the bubbles. Upon her touching them, the bubbles, one
by one, dissipated and 'popped,' releasing those within.
"KITTY!!!!" Axis screamed, stumbling over dead ogres and rumble
to reach her. He knelt beside her, wanting with his whole hear to lift
her life-less looking form into his arms, but seeing the mangled
condition of her arm, he dared not.
"Kit, NO!" Duo, too, was instantaniously beside his 'younger
sister,' his eyes wide and his hands shaking. The two men were almost
immediately surrounded with the rest of the now freed, former bubble
occupants. Akari was vigorously liking and nudging Kitten's head and
face, merowing and howling in her own sorrow.
"Kitten..." Relena put a hand over her mouth, tears streaming
down her face. At the sight of Kitten's pale face and arm, she burst
into tears. Dorothy put her arm around the girl, hugging her and comforting
her as best as she could through her own misery.
"Idiots," Zion growled. "She isn't dead yet!" He stomped forward, and
with the help of Axis and the direction of Kiros -the closest thing to a
doctor- they managed to get her into a position better for her arm, after
determining that there were no more injuries. Her wings may have been
injured, but they had dissappeared.
"She's still breathing, but her pulse is low," Quatre informed
them. "And she's out cold, probably a con-"
"A concusion," Kiros nodded.
"I don't like the color of her skin," Trowa observed, even his
voice tinted with concern. Kiros nodded again. "Neither do I," He said.
He glanced down at her arm, and numerous other cuts on her body.
"She's lost blood, too much." He said. "We have to set this
arm before we move her; its too severe."
"Good thing she's out," Duo murmured. Axis only brushed a strand
of her hair away from her face.
"Duo, hold her still, Axis, maintain a Sliptar, got it?" Axis
nodded.
"Sliptar?" Dorothy echoed.
"Sleep spell," Axis told her absently. She nodded and fell
silent.
"Quatre, Zion, give me your vests. Relena, Dorothy, find me
sticks." Kiros directed his orders, which were immediately followed.
"Okay, now, when I say to, Quatre, place two of the sticks on
either side of her arm. Zephra, you tie the strips from Quatre's and
Zion's vest around the sticks and arm, got it? I'll be holding the bone
in place." The two aforementioned helpers nodded, Zephra pale as a sheet.
Never had she seen so much blood all around her baby sister...
"Okay, I'm gonna do it on one...two...three!" The sound of
crunching bone was sickening. "Now, Dorothy!" Kiros grunted. Dorothy
set her jaw and moved forward-
"ZITKANNA WAVYN!!!!!!!!!!!"
A solid blackness came hurtling towards them without warning,
and cries of rage, pain, and surprise rang out. The G-Boys, the girls,
and the Companions, along with a still unconscious Kitten and Akari
were tossed about and scattered around the room with various screams
of pain. Relena hit a pillar and plummeted to the ground, hit, and
stayed still, unconscious.
Trowa landed with a crunch, his wrist hanging uselessly from
his arm. Duo landed on top of Axis -Zion not far off- both of them
getting up afterwards sporting broken ribs.
Dorothy and Quatre landed among broken pottery, Dorothy with a
severe gash across her shoulder, Quatre with a shard of glass sticking
out of his leg.
Kitten lay broken and mangled, like a lifeless doll on a shredded
white table cloth on top of the remains of the cherry wood table.
Silence reigned.
A wind blew in through the broken windows.
Then it was broken by maniacle laughter. Zion pulled herself
to her feet, pulling Kiros with her. They looked, along with the others
that were conscious and on their feet, to the bent and broken, and
bleeding Hiszeal standing on the far side of the room, standing on one
good leg, one arm almost completely severed from his shoulder. His other
arm was thrust out before him, more dark energy swirling around his
palm.
"DIE!" He screeched with all the insanity of the planet, and
the darkness burst forth, racing towards them...
Aburptly, the dark sphere was stopped by an opposing sphere
of equally dark red light, coming from the opposite direction to slam
into it and not only cancled it out, but smashed *through* it to keep
on racing towards the owner of the black sphere.
Hiszeal's eyes widened as he saw his approaching death, and he
screamed one last time before his body was shredded...
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
"Ha!" The little girl squealed. "Got ya."
Kitten blinked.
Where was she?
Before her was a man and a young girl at a small table with a
board game mounted on it. The woman was smiling in truimph. The man
sitting in front of her scowled. The girl giggled.
"You tricked me!" He growled.
"You fell for it, uncle!" The girl said smugly. The man made a face
and the girl giggled again.
"That I did," He chuckled. "That was clever of you, child, tricking
me into that. You take after your mother in your talent of innocent
trickery."
Kitten, curious, took a step forward. She gasped and gave a cry of
startlement when she knocked into a table with a vase of flowers on it.
The table tipped, and the vase slid from it and crashed to the floor.
Kitten made a grab for it, but her fingers...her hands... Her hands
went right through the vase!
Kitten looked up sharply, her unbound hair tumbling about her face as
she stared with an inquizitive and puzzled expression at the man and
the girl. They hadn't noticed her...
What was going on?
Suddenly, without warning, the little girl looked up from the board
and stared directly into Kitten's wide sea green eyes. The little girl
drew in a sharp breath and gasped.
"What is it, Princess?" The man asked, looking up. Slowly, the
little girl stood, and took a cautious step towards Kitten. Kitten for
some reason wanted to back away, but was somehow unable...
"Mama?" The little girl's high, wavering voice, tearful eyes, and
cautious, trembling white hand reaching for her...
"What is it, child?" The man stood. "There is no one there. What are
you calling the bookshelf mama for?"
"She's right there!" The child burst into tears. Kitten turned, and
saw that a bookshelf was indeed right behind her. She turned back, the
little girl's sobbing in her ears...
"Mama!" The child screamed. "Mama, don't leave me again!" Kitten turned
the rest of the way to see that everything was blurred and blending and
fading... all but the little girl's eyes...
And then Kitten's mind drifted back to dark oblivion, and she
knew no more.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
"Who-?" Zion turned, then blinked, as he saw yet another floating
man, this one with his arm held out, his palm facing forwards, the remains
of red energy residue misting around his hand, then disappearing.
"Who the heck are you?" Duo demanded, his tone not happy. Quatre threw
him a look.
"Thank you for doing away with him, and saving us, Mr...?" Quatre's
tone was polite, and many -including the newest flying clown- would have
thought him a fool. But his comrades had known him too long not to notice
the glimmer of calculated caution in his eyes.
"Baizlyn, at your service, sir Winner," The man, lean, white
haired, and red-gray eyed, bowed gallantly. Dorothy looked up at him
skeptically while clutching her wounded shoulder; Zion mirrored her
expression.
Slowly, the man lowered himself to the ground amid the rumble. He
looked around and raised an eyebrow at the destruction. "May I ask whom
is responsible for this?" He was smiling as he waved a hand at the
surrounding graveyard of ogre bodies.
Dorothy jerked her head towards Kitten, now surrounded by Kiros,
Axis, Zephra, and Duo. Trowa, Heero, Dorothy and Wufei stood by an
unconscious Relena.
"She did, though we don't really have any idea how," Dorothy said,\
scowling. Braizlyn laughed.
"Few do, my lady," He said, smiling charmingly. "If I am not
mistaken, this is the legendary Shinimejenya Sorceress, am I right?"
"So she has another name," Heero observed, his tone monotone.
"Oh, yes, the Countess Kiticatya and the Spirit entity that
resides within her has many names." Braizlyn nodded. He looked to where
Kitten lay, broken and bleeding. "She needs medical attention, does she
not?"
Kiros nodded, suspicion in his eyes. "She does. Thank you for your
help, Sir Braizlyn, but we can handle it from here."
"Nonsense." Braizlyn dismissed Kiros's 'hint' as mere politness.
"I insist on helping some ways. Mayhap I may carry her? It would be a
great honor, and I have done it many times before. I promise I can carry
her without jarring her injuries."
No one, not even Braizlyn, noticed when Zephra, a ways behind
Braizlyn stumbled to her feet, favoring her left leg, saw the situation
and the looks on her comrades faces, slipped away into the shadows...
"No. Thank you." Axis said curtly through gritted teeth. "We will
manage."
"Kitte- er, the Lady Kiticatya does not like to be handled other
than her relatives, you see," Quatre said, trying to end things without
more bloodshed, though somehow he knew this man would not give up without
a fight...but the question was, what was it exactly he would fight about?
He may be an enemy. Quatre wasn't naiive enough -for all he was a gentle
soul- to think that just because he had killed Hiszeal he was their
ally.
"Really, please, I am no threat," Braizlyn continued. "I must
insist to be of some use. Please, let me carry her."
"No." Wufei said lowly. His tone was unoffending, yet firm and
menacing at once. Braizlyn narrowed his eyes, his lips becoming white
around the edges. He did his best to recover, but a vein above his
eyebrow continued to twitch.
"For the last time, I'm asking you to let me hold the Shinimejenya.
It is imperitive to your survival that you do." In those words, his
intent became clear, and there was movement as everyone able drew their
weapons, forming a human barrier between him and Kitten.
Braizlyn growled.
"I warn you, I am far more competent than Hiszeal ever was," He snarled.
"If you want to live I suggest you hand her over to me now."
"Or what?" Axis spat.
"I have a better proposition," A smooth, saucy voice said. Everyone
blinked. Braizlyn's eyes widened, and his face exploded into a mask of
unhidden rage and hatred. Zephra stepped out of the shadow, and it was
revealed that she had a golden hilted blade pressed to the back of
Braizlyn's neck.
"You daughter of thirty demons, I demand that you-"
"You're in no position to make demands, you bakayaro." Zephra
snarled. Braizlyn stopped, his eyes darkly stormy.
"What proposition might that be, wrench?" Braizlyn spat. Zephra smirked.
"Smart boy," She cooed. "How about this; I warn you that we are
far more than a match for you, and I say that if *you* want to live,
you get the hell out of here. Now."
Braizlyn cursed and sputtered, and in response, Zephra simultanious
pressed the blade into his skin ever so slightly, and formed a sphere of
red-gold light around her hand. At the same time, Kiros, Zion and Axis
readied their bows/crescent blades/swords, as well as firing up their
respectively colored auras around them.
Braizlyn was unable to ignore their power, intensified by their anger,
and with a snarl, his form wavered, and he dissapeared.
"I swear you shall not get away with this! You haven't seen the last of
me, and you will pay for this!" He screamed as he finished his
transportation, and he dissappeared.
"Hm, he managed to get about three classic villain-exiting lines in that
one threat," Duo observed. A collective low, tight chuckle went up,
immediately followed by a barrage of Preventor Soldiers, Police, and
guards bursting into the room, bristling and each with as many gadgets and
weapons as a swiss army knife.
"Can we say 'fashionably late?'" Zephra laughed.
"Late is late," Wufei grumbled, and stomped over to have a screaming
match with the leader, a woman with two short twists of dark blonde hair
on either side of her neck, falling over her shoulders.
Just then, Kitten stirred, and was immediately surrounded by
her concerned friends and relatives, and on indignent, scolding kitten.
They were all soon shoed away -save Akari who hissed and barred claws
and teeth to anyone who tried- by the paramedics, who bore Kitten away
to the ambulance waiting outside.
A single shard of glass, the only one left in one of the windows,
wavered in the breeze, then fell to the marble floor and shattered.
To Be Continued...
FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm soooo sorry this took so long to get
out, minna! But this time I have an excuse! My mom was reeeeeally sick
so I had to stay home from school and was pretty much running the house
(my little siblings are homeschooled, so I had to watch/school them) and
then after mom was better I had almost a weeks worth of school work to
catch up on, since I had been too busy to do much of it when she had been
sick. UGH!!!!!! TALK ABOUT A HECTIC TWO WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyways, hope you like this chapter, I did, especially that little
girl part. Don't worry, I have a reason for that, though it won't become
apparent for quite some time, so just put in the back of your mind for now,
but don't forget it entirely. It is extrememly essential, but don't
stretch your mind over it; I know there's a lot going on my story already.
Oh, and hey, I got a new layout at my site. Could you Pleeeaze check it
out and tell me if it sucks??? Please? The URL is:
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And if you like this fanfic, my other major one (co-written with my
BEST FRIEND ON THE PLANET Rose-chan). You can read it at:
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Oh, and by the way, THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL TO KITTEN!!! IT IS
DECIDED!!!!!! I ALREADY HAVE A PLOT!!!!!!! So stay tuned! Ja ne, all
you WONDERFUL people!!!!!
-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 Thirteen
Everyone gave out a cry as they saw Kitten, crystal wings limp
and useless, become victim to gravity's pull, and dropped from the
sky like a stone.
No one was near enough to catch her, and even if they had been,
even while bullets and blades could exit the bubbles, they themselves
could not.
Kitten slammed into the ground with all the force that gravity
had to offer, and a sickening crunch was heard. When she lay, her
falling over with, her right arm, her sword arm, lay at an odd angle;
white was visible sticking out of her forearm; her arm was severly
broken.
It was Akari that saved them, for she was able to squeeze out
her bubble. In her her dash to her mistress, she took time to leap at
and tag each of the bubbles. Upon her touching them, the bubbles, one
by one, dissipated and 'popped,' releasing those within.
"KITTY!!!!" Axis screamed, stumbling over dead ogres and rumble
to reach her. He knelt beside her, wanting with his whole hear to lift
her life-less looking form into his arms, but seeing the mangled
condition of her arm, he dared not.
"Kit, NO!" Duo, too, was instantaniously beside his 'younger
sister,' his eyes wide and his hands shaking. The two men were almost
immediately surrounded with the rest of the now freed, former bubble
occupants. Akari was vigorously liking and nudging Kitten's head and
face, merowing and howling in her own sorrow.
"Kitten..." Relena put a hand over her mouth, tears streaming
down her face. At the sight of Kitten's pale face and arm, she burst
into tears. Dorothy put her arm around the girl, hugging her and comforting
her as best as she could through her own misery.
"Idiots," Zion growled. "She isn't dead yet!" He stomped forward, and
with the help of Axis and the direction of Kiros -the closest thing to a
doctor- they managed to get her into a position better for her arm, after
determining that there were no more injuries. Her wings may have been
injured, but they had dissappeared.
"She's still breathing, but her pulse is low," Quatre informed
them. "And she's out cold, probably a con-"
"A concusion," Kiros nodded.
"I don't like the color of her skin," Trowa observed, even his
voice tinted with concern. Kiros nodded again. "Neither do I," He said.
He glanced down at her arm, and numerous other cuts on her body.
"She's lost blood, too much." He said. "We have to set this
arm before we move her; its too severe."
"Good thing she's out," Duo murmured. Axis only brushed a strand
of her hair away from her face.
"Duo, hold her still, Axis, maintain a Sliptar, got it?" Axis
nodded.
"Sliptar?" Dorothy echoed.
"Sleep spell," Axis told her absently. She nodded and fell
silent.
"Quatre, Zion, give me your vests. Relena, Dorothy, find me
sticks." Kiros directed his orders, which were immediately followed.
"Okay, now, when I say to, Quatre, place two of the sticks on
either side of her arm. Zephra, you tie the strips from Quatre's and
Zion's vest around the sticks and arm, got it? I'll be holding the bone
in place." The two aforementioned helpers nodded, Zephra pale as a sheet.
Never had she seen so much blood all around her baby sister...
"Okay, I'm gonna do it on one...two...three!" The sound of
crunching bone was sickening. "Now, Dorothy!" Kiros grunted. Dorothy
set her jaw and moved forward-
"ZITKANNA WAVYN!!!!!!!!!!!"
A solid blackness came hurtling towards them without warning,
and cries of rage, pain, and surprise rang out. The G-Boys, the girls,
and the Companions, along with a still unconscious Kitten and Akari
were tossed about and scattered around the room with various screams
of pain. Relena hit a pillar and plummeted to the ground, hit, and
stayed still, unconscious.
Trowa landed with a crunch, his wrist hanging uselessly from
his arm. Duo landed on top of Axis -Zion not far off- both of them
getting up afterwards sporting broken ribs.
Dorothy and Quatre landed among broken pottery, Dorothy with a
severe gash across her shoulder, Quatre with a shard of glass sticking
out of his leg.
Kitten lay broken and mangled, like a lifeless doll on a shredded
white table cloth on top of the remains of the cherry wood table.
Silence reigned.
A wind blew in through the broken windows.
Then it was broken by maniacle laughter. Zion pulled herself
to her feet, pulling Kiros with her. They looked, along with the others
that were conscious and on their feet, to the bent and broken, and
bleeding Hiszeal standing on the far side of the room, standing on one
good leg, one arm almost completely severed from his shoulder. His other
arm was thrust out before him, more dark energy swirling around his
palm.
"DIE!" He screeched with all the insanity of the planet, and
the darkness burst forth, racing towards them...
Aburptly, the dark sphere was stopped by an opposing sphere
of equally dark red light, coming from the opposite direction to slam
into it and not only cancled it out, but smashed *through* it to keep
on racing towards the owner of the black sphere.
Hiszeal's eyes widened as he saw his approaching death, and he
screamed one last time before his body was shredded...
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
"Ha!" The little girl squealed. "Got ya."
Kitten blinked.
Where was she?
Before her was a man and a young girl at a small table with a
board game mounted on it. The woman was smiling in truimph. The man
sitting in front of her scowled. The girl giggled.
"You tricked me!" He growled.
"You fell for it, uncle!" The girl said smugly. The man made a face
and the girl giggled again.
"That I did," He chuckled. "That was clever of you, child, tricking
me into that. You take after your mother in your talent of innocent
trickery."
Kitten, curious, took a step forward. She gasped and gave a cry of
startlement when she knocked into a table with a vase of flowers on it.
The table tipped, and the vase slid from it and crashed to the floor.
Kitten made a grab for it, but her fingers...her hands... Her hands
went right through the vase!
Kitten looked up sharply, her unbound hair tumbling about her face as
she stared with an inquizitive and puzzled expression at the man and
the girl. They hadn't noticed her...
What was going on?
Suddenly, without warning, the little girl looked up from the board
and stared directly into Kitten's wide sea green eyes. The little girl
drew in a sharp breath and gasped.
"What is it, Princess?" The man asked, looking up. Slowly, the
little girl stood, and took a cautious step towards Kitten. Kitten for
some reason wanted to back away, but was somehow unable...
"Mama?" The little girl's high, wavering voice, tearful eyes, and
cautious, trembling white hand reaching for her...
"What is it, child?" The man stood. "There is no one there. What are
you calling the bookshelf mama for?"
"She's right there!" The child burst into tears. Kitten turned, and
saw that a bookshelf was indeed right behind her. She turned back, the
little girl's sobbing in her ears...
"Mama!" The child screamed. "Mama, don't leave me again!" Kitten turned
the rest of the way to see that everything was blurred and blending and
fading... all but the little girl's eyes...
And then Kitten's mind drifted back to dark oblivion, and she
knew no more.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
"Who-?" Zion turned, then blinked, as he saw yet another floating
man, this one with his arm held out, his palm facing forwards, the remains
of red energy residue misting around his hand, then disappearing.
"Who the heck are you?" Duo demanded, his tone not happy. Quatre threw
him a look.
"Thank you for doing away with him, and saving us, Mr...?" Quatre's
tone was polite, and many -including the newest flying clown- would have
thought him a fool. But his comrades had known him too long not to notice
the glimmer of calculated caution in his eyes.
"Baizlyn, at your service, sir Winner," The man, lean, white
haired, and red-gray eyed, bowed gallantly. Dorothy looked up at him
skeptically while clutching her wounded shoulder; Zion mirrored her
expression.
Slowly, the man lowered himself to the ground amid the rumble. He
looked around and raised an eyebrow at the destruction. "May I ask whom
is responsible for this?" He was smiling as he waved a hand at the
surrounding graveyard of ogre bodies.
Dorothy jerked her head towards Kitten, now surrounded by Kiros,
Axis, Zephra, and Duo. Trowa, Heero, Dorothy and Wufei stood by an
unconscious Relena.
"She did, though we don't really have any idea how," Dorothy said,\
scowling. Braizlyn laughed.
"Few do, my lady," He said, smiling charmingly. "If I am not
mistaken, this is the legendary Shinimejenya Sorceress, am I right?"
"So she has another name," Heero observed, his tone monotone.
"Oh, yes, the Countess Kiticatya and the Spirit entity that
resides within her has many names." Braizlyn nodded. He looked to where
Kitten lay, broken and bleeding. "She needs medical attention, does she
not?"
Kiros nodded, suspicion in his eyes. "She does. Thank you for your
help, Sir Braizlyn, but we can handle it from here."
"Nonsense." Braizlyn dismissed Kiros's 'hint' as mere politness.
"I insist on helping some ways. Mayhap I may carry her? It would be a
great honor, and I have done it many times before. I promise I can carry
her without jarring her injuries."
No one, not even Braizlyn, noticed when Zephra, a ways behind
Braizlyn stumbled to her feet, favoring her left leg, saw the situation
and the looks on her comrades faces, slipped away into the shadows...
"No. Thank you." Axis said curtly through gritted teeth. "We will
manage."
"Kitte- er, the Lady Kiticatya does not like to be handled other
than her relatives, you see," Quatre said, trying to end things without
more bloodshed, though somehow he knew this man would not give up without
a fight...but the question was, what was it exactly he would fight about?
He may be an enemy. Quatre wasn't naiive enough -for all he was a gentle
soul- to think that just because he had killed Hiszeal he was their
ally.
"Really, please, I am no threat," Braizlyn continued. "I must
insist to be of some use. Please, let me carry her."
"No." Wufei said lowly. His tone was unoffending, yet firm and
menacing at once. Braizlyn narrowed his eyes, his lips becoming white
around the edges. He did his best to recover, but a vein above his
eyebrow continued to twitch.
"For the last time, I'm asking you to let me hold the Shinimejenya.
It is imperitive to your survival that you do." In those words, his
intent became clear, and there was movement as everyone able drew their
weapons, forming a human barrier between him and Kitten.
Braizlyn growled.
"I warn you, I am far more competent than Hiszeal ever was," He snarled.
"If you want to live I suggest you hand her over to me now."
"Or what?" Axis spat.
"I have a better proposition," A smooth, saucy voice said. Everyone
blinked. Braizlyn's eyes widened, and his face exploded into a mask of
unhidden rage and hatred. Zephra stepped out of the shadow, and it was
revealed that she had a golden hilted blade pressed to the back of
Braizlyn's neck.
"You daughter of thirty demons, I demand that you-"
"You're in no position to make demands, you bakayaro." Zephra
snarled. Braizlyn stopped, his eyes darkly stormy.
"What proposition might that be, wrench?" Braizlyn spat. Zephra smirked.
"Smart boy," She cooed. "How about this; I warn you that we are
far more than a match for you, and I say that if *you* want to live,
you get the hell out of here. Now."
Braizlyn cursed and sputtered, and in response, Zephra simultanious
pressed the blade into his skin ever so slightly, and formed a sphere of
red-gold light around her hand. At the same time, Kiros, Zion and Axis
readied their bows/crescent blades/swords, as well as firing up their
respectively colored auras around them.
Braizlyn was unable to ignore their power, intensified by their anger,
and with a snarl, his form wavered, and he dissapeared.
"I swear you shall not get away with this! You haven't seen the last of
me, and you will pay for this!" He screamed as he finished his
transportation, and he dissappeared.
"Hm, he managed to get about three classic villain-exiting lines in that
one threat," Duo observed. A collective low, tight chuckle went up,
immediately followed by a barrage of Preventor Soldiers, Police, and
guards bursting into the room, bristling and each with as many gadgets and
weapons as a swiss army knife.
"Can we say 'fashionably late?'" Zephra laughed.
"Late is late," Wufei grumbled, and stomped over to have a screaming
match with the leader, a woman with two short twists of dark blonde hair
on either side of her neck, falling over her shoulders.
Just then, Kitten stirred, and was immediately surrounded by
her concerned friends and relatives, and on indignent, scolding kitten.
They were all soon shoed away -save Akari who hissed and barred claws
and teeth to anyone who tried- by the paramedics, who bore Kitten away
to the ambulance waiting outside.
A single shard of glass, the only one left in one of the windows,
wavered in the breeze, then fell to the marble floor and shattered.
To Be Continued...
FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm soooo sorry this took so long to get
out, minna! But this time I have an excuse! My mom was reeeeeally sick
so I had to stay home from school and was pretty much running the house
(my little siblings are homeschooled, so I had to watch/school them) and
then after mom was better I had almost a weeks worth of school work to
catch up on, since I had been too busy to do much of it when she had been
sick. UGH!!!!!! TALK ABOUT A HECTIC TWO WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyways, hope you like this chapter, I did, especially that little
girl part. Don't worry, I have a reason for that, though it won't become
apparent for quite some time, so just put in the back of your mind for now,
but don't forget it entirely. It is extrememly essential, but don't
stretch your mind over it; I know there's a lot going on my story already.
Oh, and hey, I got a new layout at my site. Could you Pleeeaze check it
out and tell me if it sucks??? Please? The URL is:
http://www.geocities.com/Alexia_Goddess/Entrance.html
And if you like this fanfic, my other major one (co-written with my
BEST FRIEND ON THE PLANET Rose-chan). You can read it at:
Light of Destiny.com
http://www.geocities.com/Laxa_Aurora/Enter.html
And would anyone be interested in a site with ALL my works?
Fanfic and original? Finished and unfinished/in progress? Tell me in
your review or e-mail if you would be!
Oh, and by the way, THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL TO KITTEN!!! IT IS
DECIDED!!!!!! I ALREADY HAVE A PLOT!!!!!!! So stay tuned! Ja ne, all
you WONDERFUL people!!!!!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING. THE OTAKU
CHARACTERS AND PLOT ARE MINE, AS IS THE 'KITTEN' BRACELET.*