~ kitten ~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Fourteen
Kitten awoke to the sounds of a hospital, the constant, annoying
'beep beep...beep beep...beep...' of the heart and rhespatory monitors,
the clean, medical smell that stained the air. The whiteness all around,
muffled sounds from all around.
Kitten knew immediately where she was, though her vision was foggy,
her mind and thinking muddled; she couldn't focus. She couldn't feel her right
arm, and her side hurt; it was painful to breath.
Through her disoriented, watery eyesight, Kitten managed to make out
the door, which was now opening. A figure in white -making the person
even harder to see- stepped in. The figure walked closer, some sort of
tube in hand. The figure talked to her, but Kitten didn't even register.
Though her mind did not pick up on the fact that someone was speaking to
her, she did somehow managed to process three words, though she didn't
know who they came from -since she did not realize anyone was speaking-
'Painkiller' and 'wearing off' was all she heard.
Had she been more conscious, she would have felt the prick of a
needle in her arm, but as soon as the figure retreated and left, Kitten
sank back down into dark, cool comforting sleep.
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"So, how's she doing?" Duo asked of the same dark blonde woman that
Wufei had chewed out for being late. The woman smiled and tucked a strand
of hair behind her ear, but they saw the look in her eyes.
"Ms. Poe, please," Relena asked quietly, holding an ice pack to a
bandaged head.
"Just spit it out, Sally," Zephra barked. Sally Poe nodded, sighed,
and sat.
"She's lost too much blood to be able to make a quick recovery," She
said matter of factly. "even without the internal bleeding."
"Internal bleeding?" Zion asked. His throat was tight.
"A splinter from a shattered rib pierced her lung, another scrapped her
heart. I don't know if she'll ever be able to use that arm again. By all
rights she should have lost it entirely in amputation, but she's stubborn,
even when under meds and sedatives; the arm healed itself enough that
amputation wasn't nessecary." Sally grinned. "Needless to say, the
doctors are quit puzzled and curious about our little kitten."
Stares.
Sally sighed. "Long story short," She said bluntly. "It may take awhile
for a full recovery, but recover she will, and fully, except for the arm,
probably."
A collective sigh of relief was released, and Duo was seen trying to
blink away tears, and Quatre and Relena were using tissues.
"Thank God," Zion breathed, burying his face in his hands. Axis put
hand on his shoulder as they all just sat there, giving thanks, and letting
the relief wash away the terror.
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"You failed." Jzaar's voice was frighteningly calm. Braizlyn was stiff
with hidden fear as he stood at attention before his master. He did not
stuttur excuses; he knew from experience that they would get him anywhere.
He also did not apologize; the Duke Jzaar saw such an act as something
only for weaklings.
"But, that display of 'charming' the enemy was amusing." Jzaar
allowed himself -since his face was hidden in shadow- a small grin of
amusement. "But it seems the Princess Zephra beat you at your own game."
Braizlyn clenched his hands and gritted his teeth, a vein in his
temple pulsing with his rage.
"I think its time for me to take a hand in this," Jzaar cocked his
head and lifted his hand. With an abrupt flash, he whirled, pointing
sharply at a stunned Braizlyn. The flash engulfed both men, though while
Jzaar was unaffected, Braizlyn began to scream.
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"THEY WANTED TO WHAT????" Kitten screeched, sitting up bolt right in
bed. She immediately let out a screech that could wake the dead and fell
back down as a searing pain lashed up her midriff and arm -both of which
now sported lovely black and blue scars.
"Hey, hey, don't worry, you still got your arm, don't you?" Zephra
rolled her eyes. "Don't have such a cow or you'll have to stay here
*another* week. And thats a week we can't afford."
Kitten grumbled, moved to cross her arms in her usual pouting fashion,
and scowled even fiercer when she realized she could not do so because of
the stiff cast on her right arm.
"Hey, don't worry," Kiros told her and ruffled her hair- which was
just beginning to grow back; the doctors had been forced to shave her
head of lovely golden locks to stitch up a nasty gash. But the oddest
thing was (at least to anyone other than Kitten and her Companions) was
that instead of growing back at a) the normal pace and b) the same color
as before, it was not only already two inches long after only a few
days, but it was *silver!* Not white, not the grandma silver you see,
not mettalic silver, but glowing, shining, glittering *silver!*
Today was also the first day that anyone other than family
-Zion and Zephra- had been allowed to enter, and presently, just as the
pain from her outburst was beginning to subside, the door was bashed open,
and in trooped...
A clown?
Kitten blinked.
A clown...with a three foot long brown braid...
Kitten grabbed her sides and laughter wracked her body almost
painfully. Tears of mirth streamed down her face.
The clown -Duo in a costume- blinked and pouted.
"But I haven't done anything yet!" He whined.
"You don't have to, Duo," Quatre said as he walked in. "You're hilarious
without the costume and act."
"Hilarious looking, he means," Wufei muttered as he followed.
Again, Kitten dissolved into giggles. Duo pouted.
"Meanies," He grumbled, and walked -rather comically with those huge
red shiny rubber shoes that squeaked- over to Kitten's side. He reached
into his sleeve, and with a flourish, produced a boquet of much-battered
silk roses.
That had polkadots.
Kitten shook her head and laughed as she took them.
"Thats a good look for you." Trowa commented, nodding towards Kitten's
hair. Kitten grinned sheepishly.
"I don't know why its silver." She chuckled. "I'm going gray in my old
age." She laughed along with everyone else, even though it was
impossible, as I said, to ignore that it was by no stretch of the
imagination anything other than silver, even to try and call it gray
was folly.
"So how are you feeling?" Quatre asked as he handed her a brightly
wrapped package.
"Good," Kitten said, then made a face while she opened the packadge.
"Except the food is absolutely- YYYYYYYYYYYYYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!"
Kitten, had she not been unable to do so, probably would have leapt up
and done cartwheels, judging from the expression on her face. She tore
off the lid of the box of chocolates that was the packadge, and set on
stuffing her mouth with candy and rolling her eyes in escasty while
everyone laughed.
Kitten suddenly froze, realized how she must look, then swallowed -hard-
and, looking sheepish, passed the box around to share.
"So," Kitten said after a moment of awkward silence. "What's been
happening?" She met Zephra's eyes, and the older woman looked away. Kitten
frowned. "What happened?"
"Well, first off, the media has been pounding on the front doors of the
hospital for days," Wufei said stonily, his eyes slanted and his mouth
in a firm frown. "Somehow it got out that the room wasn't demolished by...
natural means."
Kitten groaned, her head falling back to the pillow. "Wonderful." She
muttered.
"There's more," Duo said sourly. "The doctors have discovered that your
blood is....unusual." Opposite to her previous reaction to the preceeding
news, Kitten's head popped up and she stared in horror at her 'older
brother' then her cousin and sister and lover.
"No..." She whispered. She groaned and rubbed her brow. Even she knew
what that meant. She sighed. "How different is my DNA, anyway?"
The G-Boys exchanged looks with each other, then the Companions.
Kiros, by silent agreement, took over.
"First off, to put it simple, your blood before exiting your body
is not blue, as it is with humans; its white. I'm not going to go into
the details as to why. Second, you heal about four times as fast as the
fastest healing human, animal, or plant. Third, growth. They previously
wanted to amputate your arm since they believed that you would not be
able to use it. Half an hour after they came to that conclusion, they
double checked, and it turned out that some of your muscles and ligaments
had started rebuilding themselves, enough that once you arm healed,
you *might* be able to move it.
"Then they went to do the surgury, several hours later and your arm
injury was only a simple -however messy- break. You will be able to use
it eventually. That was what really got them."
"But thats a seperate reason," Kitten frowned. "That seems to me like
it would fall under the advanced healing abilites." Kiros shook his head,
Zion and Axis gave her meaningful looks. Kitten's eyes widened, and she
growled.
"Just a moment," She muttered. "Shini and I need to talk. Do you
mind?"
The G-Boys blinked, but the Companions nodded, and they all filed out,
with Kiros promising to explain.
Kitten, once the door was closed, locked, and guarded by nine of
the most powerful warriors in the galaxy, took a deep breath and closed
her eyes, calming her heart and nerves.
When she was as calm as possible, her body completely relaxed, Kitten
parted her lips, and spoke...
"Loso caskatana shimeya, Shinimejenya... Ni hizalon kitanee..."
'Legendary goddess Dragoness of Destruction...I summon thee...'
Magic.
That is the only word in existence to describe the feeling that
flooded Kitten's body. She forced herself to relax, to let it come as the
flood of sensations washed over her, filling every nerve. It was like
those times when that mysterious other prescence that was her, yet not
had filled her and guided her. Yet this time it did not stay in her mind,
body, or spirit. It continued to flow...
Until Kitten was herself, and herself alone. The feeling without Shini
inside her was almost...lonely. But when Kitten opened her eyes, she
smiled, forgetting why she had summoned the dragoness in the first time.
Before her stood the most ethereal being every imagined. Kitten had
long ago become accustomed to her dazzling and terrifying beauty, but
being 'accustomed' is not the same as being used to it.
The pearlescent colored dragon, smaller than usual in order to be able
to fit into the room, walked daintily on silver claws across the tile
floor to Kitten's bedside.
"You healed my arm." Kitten accused. The dragoness grinned, showing
a mouthful of silver teeth.
"Of course. You'll need it."
"Why couldn't you have done it after the doctors did what they could?
It would have been a lot more inconspicious." Kitten grumbled. Shinimejenya
cocked her dragon head and flicked her tongue out, cat-like eyes
sparkling.
"Perhaps," She said. "Perhaps not."
"Whats that supposed to mean?" Kitten grumped. The dragon chuckled,
a deep, throaty sound like distant thunder.
"I don't expect you to understand yet, my lady," The dragoness said
tolerantly. She leaned forward and flicked Kitten's forehead with her
tongue. Kitten made a face, but stroked Shini nonetheless. She sighed.
"Part of me wishes I'd never come here," She said.
"Why is that, my lady?"
"Because now this world is in danger, too..." She shook her head.
"Everyone thinks that because I am the Shinimejenya Sorceress I'm some
great leader or Queen. Leader by nature I may be, somewhat, but I am no
great one." She buried her face around the small dragon's beck and hugged
her.
"I just want this all to be over. I want things to go back to normal."
"You mean you wish I hadn't chosen you," Shinimejenya smiled gently as
Kitten recoiled, horror on her face.
"I would *never*-"
"Admit it." Shinimejenya cut in. "I know. But you're heart and your
tears betray you, child." The white-silver-pearlescent colored dragon
leaned forward and nuzzled Kitten again, before whispering something in
dragon-tongue, an ancient language that even Kitten did not know, into her
ear. Before Kitten could question or responde, Shinimejenya flashed, and
was gone, hidden deep within Kitten's heart once more.
Kitten sighed as she felt Shini curl up and return to her eternal
slumber once more. Kitten decided to follow suit, and laid back down on
her white pillows and let her mind drift to sleep; enough time to worry
about the press and curious doctors and scientists later.
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"Mmmmmmmm...." Kitten rolled her eyes in escasty. "Finally!" She crowed.
through a mouthful of steak. "Real food!" She didn't wait for a reply,
nor did she ackowledge the collective laugh that rang up from the table
at the resteraunt they were at before pouncing on her meal once more.
As Sally Poe had predicted, Kitten was completely healed, but the
difference was that it had only been a week. Not only that, but true to
Kiros's words, her arm was perfectly fine.
Aside from the arm, Kitten'd had two splintered ribs, broken beyond
repair, thus she now had two steel rib bones in her rib cage. She seemed
to find it rather funny, on this the day after being released from the
hospital.
"Hey, could I please get some blush wine?" Kitten signaled the waiter,
and he nodded and went off to fulfill her request.
"Kit, you're not old enough to drink," Trowa told her, giving her a
pointed look. Kitten just stuck her tongue out plaufully.
"I am where I come from. I spent two years on a ship with hardcore
sailors, for pete's sake," She told him, as the wine glass was set before
her. She smiled her thanks to the waiter, lifted the glass, swirled the
pale pink liquid, and sipped it before setting it back down.
"Took us another year after she got back to scrub the stink out of her
and overule those swearing habits she'd picked up," Zion added, taking a
drink of his own champagne. Kitten rolled his eyes.
"I wasn't nearly half as bad as some of them were," She said in her
defence.
"I can imagine," Quatre grinned. Zephra shook her head vigorously.
"No, you can't," she said emphatically. They laughed at her expression
and tone, and the chatter and talk continued, everyone behaving cheery and
smiley.
Kitten hid a grin by taking another drink of her wine.
The act wasn't working, and they knew it.
They were all -save Kitten- wound tight as a spring. They hid it well,
but Kitten had known them all to long and some of them too well not to
see it.
"Alright, boys and girls," Kitten suddenly spoke up, her tone suddenly
serious. They all turned to look at her, the better actors with blank
expressions. She grinned wryly.
"Are you ninnies going to keep tip-toeing around the bush or ar you
just gonna whack the thing?" She asked blatantly. "'Cause if you don't,
I will."
They exchanged looks, then simultaniously stood, save for Kitten. She
stayed sitting for a moment, until Heero glared her into standing. Zion
payed the bill -where he got the money no one knew- along with a generous
tip, and they all filed out.
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"This isn't entirely unexpected," Zion murmured, his eyes tracing
the map on the table. "Its ideal that once they discovered Kit's
whereabouts, they would plant a base nearby."
"Therefore hopefully decreasing the distance between Kitten when captured
and the base, lessening the time she has to try and escape once they
managed to ensare her." Trowa nodded. "It makes sense."
"I'm betting thats where Jzaar is, too," Kitten murmured as she,
too, looked over the 3-D map that floated about the steel table, deep
inside a military compound on L3 colony.
"Wouldn't surprise me," Axis nodded. "He'd want to get on with the
'ceremony' as soon as possible if you were ever caught." He took her hand.
"Which they won't," He murmured. She grinned, and stepped closer to him.
"Geeze, get a room," Zephra muttered. They laughed, albet, shortly,
but it did help allieviate the tension in the room.
"Alright, so the Jhinz have a base in a mountain on Mars," Quatre summed.
"Its probably been there for at least a month, probably more like two."
"Guarded by who knows what, plus probably some heavy duty magic mumbo
jumbo," Duo made a face.
"Hold it one freaking second, will ya?" Kitten held up her hands, and
they all stopped and looked at her. "Pardon me if I'm getting a little...
imaginative here, but it sounds to me like you guys are planning some
sort of...mission? To get in there?" She jerked her thumb at the image
of the base.
"Yes," Heero stated, finality in his tone. "We are." Kitten scowled at
the clear 'don't argue, it won't do you any good' in the Perfect Soldier's
attitude. She sighed, eyed the base, and scowled again.
"Fine." She said stiffly. "But we can't just go barging in through
the front door, we'll have to find a side entrance, and then I'm guessing
a couple of us *will* go to the front to create a distraction while
the rest of us-"
"Us?" Trowa echoed. Had his hair not been in the way, one might have seen
his raised eyebrow. Kitten looked up, her face set.
"Yes." She said firmly. "Us. Meaning *all* of us, including me. I am *not*
going to stay at home like a grannie waiting for little red riding hood
to come back for a visit. It just isn't going to happen."
"Oh, yes, it is, Princess," Duo walked around the table, stood beside
Kitten, and with a silent agreement via quickly exchanged glances, Duo
grabbed the protesting Countess around the middle, and slung her over his
shoulder.
Kitten screeched her indignation, pouding on his back and kicking
her feet.
"Put me down!" She growled. "You are *not* going without me!"
"Oh, yes we are," Zion said pointedly, staring his cousin firmly in the
eyes as she was taken out of the room by a smirking Duo. At the last
minute she attempted to grab onto the doorframe, but Duo wasn't a
Gundam Pilot for nothing, and she was quickly torn away, still kicking,
hitting, and screaming. She knew she looked like a two year old having
a tantrum, and she didn't care.
Even when her limbs began aching, she still didn't stop her physical
protest to such handling, even by her 'older brother' and being left
out of the plans. She knew why they had opted to have her leave then and
just keep her from actually coming. They knew that it would be easier for
her to follow them if she knew their plans.
After many twists and turns through the white corridors of the compound,
Duo kicked open a door to a room that looked like an officer's quaters.
He dumped her rather unceremoniously on the white bed, ruffled her hair
with her glaring at him with all her might, then he left without a
word, locking and bolting it behind him.
Kitten immediately bolted to the door. Locked, yes, she'd both heard
it being done and expected it. She fished a thicker-than-need-be hairpin
(that's because it wasn't a hairpin) out of her short hair, and inserted
it into the lock. It clicked easily and quickly, and Kitten then turned
to the electical lock.
She cursed as she discovered it was encrypted. Just a glance told her it
was beyond her decoding capabilites. She tried nevertheless, but just as
she expected, it did no good.
She crossed her arms and glared at anything and everything, and,
gritting her teeth, she swore to herself that she would *not* be left
out! She *would* get into that base! She would!
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Braizlyn, wheezing and gasping, slithered out of the room as soon as
his 'master' released him. His body... His form no exaggerated the term
'lean.' What monster was he now? He had lost the only thing he had ever
valued; his appearence. Now he didn't even have that...he was hideous!
Why, oh, why, had he ever betrayed the King? Why? Look what his
traitorous ways had brought him...
But, he thought venemously. He still had a duty to carry out. And carry
it out he would.
Covered in welts and bloody gashes from his new transformation, Braizlyn
slunk and slithered down the corridors.
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"Are you guys as totally bauble brained about all this as I am?" Duo asked,
scratching his head. He stopped and glared at Wufei as the chinese boy
opened is mouth. "Don't you say a word, Wu-man," Duo growled.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Wufei screeched. Duo smirked.
"Why not Mr. Barbie Man?" Duo snickered evilly, his eyes flashing with
a sinisterly gleeful look as Wufei turned bright red with rage.
(AN: Anyone remember chapter seven? heh heh heh...)
"Thats enough," Heero said sternly, glaring at the two pilots, who
both grumbled and sat back down as Trowa smirked and Quatre chuckled.
All five of them were in a waiting room of sorts, with nothing else to do.
They were all to restless to sleep -which was what the Companions were
doing- so they all found themselves sitting up in the same room, silent,
until Duo had spoken up.
"But c'mon, guys," Duo continued. "Isn't this all just a little, a
leeeeeetle freaky?"
"How so, Maxwell?" Wufei threw the american pilot a glance. Duo
rolled eyes eyes.
"Oh, I don't know," He said sarcastically. "Magic swords, Dragon
Goddesses, our little Kit being a master sorceress and a countess to
another dimensional kingdom, I mean, does this strike anyone else as...
unusual?"
"Most people think fourteen year old boys as pilots of the two most
powerful Mobile Suits and literally rescuers of the planet unusual,"
Quatre pointed out. Duo sighed exaggeratedly.
"We're not fourteen anymore," Trowa said from his position of leaning
against the doorframe, stoic and quiet as ever.
"We were then," Quatre countered.
"Okay, my point is," Duo cut in. "I'm asking if anyone else has considered
seeing a phsyciatrist?"
They all exchanged looks, and, to everyone's neverending surprise,
Heero was the first to raise his hand.
"Okay, its official, I'm dillusional, insane, phycotic, worthy-of-being-
locked-up crazy." Duo collapsed into a chair and buried his face in his
hands. Heero only smirked.
"Still..." Quatre broke the silence, speaking quietly, hesitantly. "It all
seems rather...appropraite, somehow. Right. In place. Expected, almost."
"Same here," Wufei grunted in agreement after a moment. Quatre blinked
at him in surprise. The black haired oriental young man scowled. "Well,
you are right, Winner. Meeting Kitten and then discovering all this...
Its...It just seems-"
"Right." Trowa spoke up. Wufei nodded solomnly.
"Exactly."
"Glad I'm not the only one who thinks so, too." Heero said, voice stony
and emotionless, per usual, but his eyes twinkled with something alien
to those prussian depths.
"Is this all just a dream?" Quatre asked softly.
No one answered.
No one needed to.
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"No one knows but us, right?" Zion inquired quietly of the group of the
other eight warriors, dressed solely and complete in black and bristling
with various weapons, and still putting more things onto their belts
and in their boots as. Duo and Quatre had even given the Companions a
crash course on gun weaponry, and thus Zephra, Zion, Axis, and Kiros
all bore at least one firearm.
"The entire military knows about the base, but they still think its just
the foundation for an uprising," Trowa said, his voice equally quiet.
"They know nothing of our mission, nor of the base's true origin or
purpose."
"You're certain?" Zephra narrowed her eyes in the darkened room. Heero
turned his icy gaze to hers, and she looked away. "Fine," she nodded.
She was the first to rise, being the first to finish stowing all her
various toys and weapons. She went to the window, silent, and pushed it
open. She slipped outside, and was momentarily followed by the other
eight.
Outside, everyone was crouched against the wall of the military
holding, sticking to the shadows after Axis had shut the window silently;
no one could know of their mission. No one would believe them, anyways.
Heck, the Gundam Pilots half thought they were crazy, and they were half
the mission team!
Still, as they had semi- admitted to each other earlier, there was
something that was driving them all, and while they didn't like it,
they were forced to trust it.
Despite excellent observation of the grounds and air before them, behind
them, and above them, they somehow managed to miss a tiny blue-gray
kitten, darting from shadow to shadow, following them, watching them
intently with sparkling sea green eyes.
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"They're coming alone, the fools," Jzaar sat, muttering to himself in
the shadows. "Smart of them not to bring the Shinimejenya right into my
clutches, but idiotic to come without the Sorceress; she is the only one
even near powerful enough to challenge me."
He swirled the dark red wine in his wineglass, and took a thoughtful sip,
thinking of what to do with them when caught. It might be fun to torture
them awhile, pretend to want to know where the snippity Countess was.
Jzaar grinned. Yes, that sounded like fun. His grin widened when he
remembered that among that among their little group was Kiticatya's
sister, cousin, lover, and 'brother.'
This would be much fun indeed.
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"This is the main entrance," Heero said almost silently, his voice completely
emotionless, per usual. They were all hunched down behind an outcropping
of rust red rocks, only an hour later after sneaking out of the
compound -thanks to the Companion's ability to transport things and
people quickly, saving them a week's trip.
They all had odd contraptions on the edges of their noses, almost like
jewelry. 'Syonygenizers' Kiros had called them when passing them out
just before they had transported to Mars. Aparently not even his fellow
Companions had seen or heard of them before, judging from the odd looks
on their faces. Wufei had been the most distrustful of the little things,
and had to be forced practically at gun and sword point to put it on.
Now, on the surface of Mars, they found the purpose for the little things;
they let them breath in an oxygen-less atmosphere. The black body-suits
used for deep space missions kept out the cold, and camoflauged them
nicely in the deep black of martian night.
"Looks unguarded," Trowa murmured. "Meaning it probably has more sentries
than we counted on."
"Good assumption," Zion whispered, nodding. He fingered his firearm at
his side.
"Alright," Zephra sighed. "No use waiting around. One guard or twenty,
we have to do this."
"The onna's right," Wufei ignored Zephra's glaring scowl. "Let's do this."
"Hey! Wufei finally said something sporty! Kewl!" Duo was promptly
whacked upside the head with the flat of an 'annonymous' katana.
"'Nuff fooling around," Axis snapped. "You Gundam Pilots distract the
main entrance while we get to the hidden gate, and sneak in." Quatre
opened his mouth to protest.
"Sorry, but you boys don't have the nesseccary magical training to go up
against even a Vamp." Kiros said firmly. Heero 'deathglared' but nodded
his agreement. Duo grumbled in dissappointment. While being ignored,
Duo suddenly remembered something....
*FLASH*BACK*
...Kitten whirled on Duo. "I do need you! You're my *brother!* Even if only
of the heart! You heard what that one Vamp said!"
"Huh?" Duo asked.
"He said anyone with Magi powers could tell who I was, so do not
deny knowing my identity." She said, passion filling her being.
"But he just meant your Companions," Duo sighed. "Axis and Zion and
them inside us. They thought that was our powers."
"*No!*" Kitten cried. "Vamps may not be the most magically sophisticated
creatures, but they do know the difference between true Magi talents
and the prescence of a Ridder!"
*END*FLASH*BACK*
Duo frowned. He hadn't remembered to bring that up with the guys,
and he didn't know if Kitten had thought to talk to Kiros.
Duo shook himself mentally. Him? Magic powers? He almost laughed at the
absurdity. A Gundam Pilot waving around a magic wand and mumbling
spells? You might as well throw in a pointy hat!!! His mouth twitched in
a grin. No, Kitten was pulling his leg, or making him feel better. Heck,
she was probably just trying to change the subject to get him out of his
self pity. He smiled at the thought. She was such a sweet girl. So
innocent and at the same time so far beyond her years. She shouldn't have
to be the way she was. She may look and act over eighteen, but she was
only sixteen, for crying out loud! She shouldn't have this weight on
her shoulders! And according to her friends, she had been carrying this
burden since she was at least thirteen!
Duo clenched his fists, eyes flashing. There was no way he was going to let
this bully manipulate his little sister anymore! NO way! Even if it meant
dying in this stupid, and probably futile, 'distraction.'
"Pilots," Heero murmured. "Move out."
And so the Warriors of A.C. Earth slinked into the shadows.
"Good luck," Zephra whispered, mainly to the one called Duo. She recognized
the look he'd had on his face. And now she mirrored it as she followed
the rest of the Companions around the side of the mountain.
Jzaar was going down...
To Be Continued....
*bawls* You've all been so supportive about the lost reviews!
*hugs everyone* thankies! *sniff* I feel a whole lot better now.
YIKES this was long! I hope it makes up for my selfish pouting break!
Anyhoo, are things starting to fall into place? Things are getting
going? Getting to the climax?
I was shocked when I finished this part; I'm actually almost
done! If the next part is long enough, minna-chans, then Chapter fifteen
may vary well be the finale of 'Kitten.' My, this went sooo fast! I
may do a epilogue, though. In fact, I probably will. Any ideas or
requests???? Plus, don't forget the sequel!
WHO LIKES TITANIC?????? I watched it last night and I was just bawling.
*sniff* its one of the VERY few things that can acutally get me sobbing
like I was. *jumps happily* I also got the 'Titanic' Soundtrack! Yay!
I'm soo happy! My favorites are 'Take Her to Sea,' 'Rose,' 'My Heart
Goes On' (I think thats what its called) and 'The Sinking.'
Anyhoo, I'm gonna go do homework (*sweatdrops*) then probably work a
lil on Chapter Fifteen before I hit the sack. Ja ne, all! Thanks soooo
much for your overwhelming support!!!!!!!
-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 Fourteen
Kitten awoke to the sounds of a hospital, the constant, annoying
'beep beep...beep beep...beep...' of the heart and rhespatory monitors,
the clean, medical smell that stained the air. The whiteness all around,
muffled sounds from all around.
Kitten knew immediately where she was, though her vision was foggy,
her mind and thinking muddled; she couldn't focus. She couldn't feel her right
arm, and her side hurt; it was painful to breath.
Through her disoriented, watery eyesight, Kitten managed to make out
the door, which was now opening. A figure in white -making the person
even harder to see- stepped in. The figure walked closer, some sort of
tube in hand. The figure talked to her, but Kitten didn't even register.
Though her mind did not pick up on the fact that someone was speaking to
her, she did somehow managed to process three words, though she didn't
know who they came from -since she did not realize anyone was speaking-
'Painkiller' and 'wearing off' was all she heard.
Had she been more conscious, she would have felt the prick of a
needle in her arm, but as soon as the figure retreated and left, Kitten
sank back down into dark, cool comforting sleep.
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"So, how's she doing?" Duo asked of the same dark blonde woman that
Wufei had chewed out for being late. The woman smiled and tucked a strand
of hair behind her ear, but they saw the look in her eyes.
"Ms. Poe, please," Relena asked quietly, holding an ice pack to a
bandaged head.
"Just spit it out, Sally," Zephra barked. Sally Poe nodded, sighed,
and sat.
"She's lost too much blood to be able to make a quick recovery," She
said matter of factly. "even without the internal bleeding."
"Internal bleeding?" Zion asked. His throat was tight.
"A splinter from a shattered rib pierced her lung, another scrapped her
heart. I don't know if she'll ever be able to use that arm again. By all
rights she should have lost it entirely in amputation, but she's stubborn,
even when under meds and sedatives; the arm healed itself enough that
amputation wasn't nessecary." Sally grinned. "Needless to say, the
doctors are quit puzzled and curious about our little kitten."
Stares.
Sally sighed. "Long story short," She said bluntly. "It may take awhile
for a full recovery, but recover she will, and fully, except for the arm,
probably."
A collective sigh of relief was released, and Duo was seen trying to
blink away tears, and Quatre and Relena were using tissues.
"Thank God," Zion breathed, burying his face in his hands. Axis put
hand on his shoulder as they all just sat there, giving thanks, and letting
the relief wash away the terror.
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"You failed." Jzaar's voice was frighteningly calm. Braizlyn was stiff
with hidden fear as he stood at attention before his master. He did not
stuttur excuses; he knew from experience that they would get him anywhere.
He also did not apologize; the Duke Jzaar saw such an act as something
only for weaklings.
"But, that display of 'charming' the enemy was amusing." Jzaar
allowed himself -since his face was hidden in shadow- a small grin of
amusement. "But it seems the Princess Zephra beat you at your own game."
Braizlyn clenched his hands and gritted his teeth, a vein in his
temple pulsing with his rage.
"I think its time for me to take a hand in this," Jzaar cocked his
head and lifted his hand. With an abrupt flash, he whirled, pointing
sharply at a stunned Braizlyn. The flash engulfed both men, though while
Jzaar was unaffected, Braizlyn began to scream.
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"THEY WANTED TO WHAT????" Kitten screeched, sitting up bolt right in
bed. She immediately let out a screech that could wake the dead and fell
back down as a searing pain lashed up her midriff and arm -both of which
now sported lovely black and blue scars.
"Hey, hey, don't worry, you still got your arm, don't you?" Zephra
rolled her eyes. "Don't have such a cow or you'll have to stay here
*another* week. And thats a week we can't afford."
Kitten grumbled, moved to cross her arms in her usual pouting fashion,
and scowled even fiercer when she realized she could not do so because of
the stiff cast on her right arm.
"Hey, don't worry," Kiros told her and ruffled her hair- which was
just beginning to grow back; the doctors had been forced to shave her
head of lovely golden locks to stitch up a nasty gash. But the oddest
thing was (at least to anyone other than Kitten and her Companions) was
that instead of growing back at a) the normal pace and b) the same color
as before, it was not only already two inches long after only a few
days, but it was *silver!* Not white, not the grandma silver you see,
not mettalic silver, but glowing, shining, glittering *silver!*
Today was also the first day that anyone other than family
-Zion and Zephra- had been allowed to enter, and presently, just as the
pain from her outburst was beginning to subside, the door was bashed open,
and in trooped...
A clown?
Kitten blinked.
A clown...with a three foot long brown braid...
Kitten grabbed her sides and laughter wracked her body almost
painfully. Tears of mirth streamed down her face.
The clown -Duo in a costume- blinked and pouted.
"But I haven't done anything yet!" He whined.
"You don't have to, Duo," Quatre said as he walked in. "You're hilarious
without the costume and act."
"Hilarious looking, he means," Wufei muttered as he followed.
Again, Kitten dissolved into giggles. Duo pouted.
"Meanies," He grumbled, and walked -rather comically with those huge
red shiny rubber shoes that squeaked- over to Kitten's side. He reached
into his sleeve, and with a flourish, produced a boquet of much-battered
silk roses.
That had polkadots.
Kitten shook her head and laughed as she took them.
"Thats a good look for you." Trowa commented, nodding towards Kitten's
hair. Kitten grinned sheepishly.
"I don't know why its silver." She chuckled. "I'm going gray in my old
age." She laughed along with everyone else, even though it was
impossible, as I said, to ignore that it was by no stretch of the
imagination anything other than silver, even to try and call it gray
was folly.
"So how are you feeling?" Quatre asked as he handed her a brightly
wrapped package.
"Good," Kitten said, then made a face while she opened the packadge.
"Except the food is absolutely- YYYYYYYYYYYYYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!"
Kitten, had she not been unable to do so, probably would have leapt up
and done cartwheels, judging from the expression on her face. She tore
off the lid of the box of chocolates that was the packadge, and set on
stuffing her mouth with candy and rolling her eyes in escasty while
everyone laughed.
Kitten suddenly froze, realized how she must look, then swallowed -hard-
and, looking sheepish, passed the box around to share.
"So," Kitten said after a moment of awkward silence. "What's been
happening?" She met Zephra's eyes, and the older woman looked away. Kitten
frowned. "What happened?"
"Well, first off, the media has been pounding on the front doors of the
hospital for days," Wufei said stonily, his eyes slanted and his mouth
in a firm frown. "Somehow it got out that the room wasn't demolished by...
natural means."
Kitten groaned, her head falling back to the pillow. "Wonderful." She
muttered.
"There's more," Duo said sourly. "The doctors have discovered that your
blood is....unusual." Opposite to her previous reaction to the preceeding
news, Kitten's head popped up and she stared in horror at her 'older
brother' then her cousin and sister and lover.
"No..." She whispered. She groaned and rubbed her brow. Even she knew
what that meant. She sighed. "How different is my DNA, anyway?"
The G-Boys exchanged looks with each other, then the Companions.
Kiros, by silent agreement, took over.
"First off, to put it simple, your blood before exiting your body
is not blue, as it is with humans; its white. I'm not going to go into
the details as to why. Second, you heal about four times as fast as the
fastest healing human, animal, or plant. Third, growth. They previously
wanted to amputate your arm since they believed that you would not be
able to use it. Half an hour after they came to that conclusion, they
double checked, and it turned out that some of your muscles and ligaments
had started rebuilding themselves, enough that once you arm healed,
you *might* be able to move it.
"Then they went to do the surgury, several hours later and your arm
injury was only a simple -however messy- break. You will be able to use
it eventually. That was what really got them."
"But thats a seperate reason," Kitten frowned. "That seems to me like
it would fall under the advanced healing abilites." Kiros shook his head,
Zion and Axis gave her meaningful looks. Kitten's eyes widened, and she
growled.
"Just a moment," She muttered. "Shini and I need to talk. Do you
mind?"
The G-Boys blinked, but the Companions nodded, and they all filed out,
with Kiros promising to explain.
Kitten, once the door was closed, locked, and guarded by nine of
the most powerful warriors in the galaxy, took a deep breath and closed
her eyes, calming her heart and nerves.
When she was as calm as possible, her body completely relaxed, Kitten
parted her lips, and spoke...
"Loso caskatana shimeya, Shinimejenya... Ni hizalon kitanee..."
'Legendary goddess Dragoness of Destruction...I summon thee...'
Magic.
That is the only word in existence to describe the feeling that
flooded Kitten's body. She forced herself to relax, to let it come as the
flood of sensations washed over her, filling every nerve. It was like
those times when that mysterious other prescence that was her, yet not
had filled her and guided her. Yet this time it did not stay in her mind,
body, or spirit. It continued to flow...
Until Kitten was herself, and herself alone. The feeling without Shini
inside her was almost...lonely. But when Kitten opened her eyes, she
smiled, forgetting why she had summoned the dragoness in the first time.
Before her stood the most ethereal being every imagined. Kitten had
long ago become accustomed to her dazzling and terrifying beauty, but
being 'accustomed' is not the same as being used to it.
The pearlescent colored dragon, smaller than usual in order to be able
to fit into the room, walked daintily on silver claws across the tile
floor to Kitten's bedside.
"You healed my arm." Kitten accused. The dragoness grinned, showing
a mouthful of silver teeth.
"Of course. You'll need it."
"Why couldn't you have done it after the doctors did what they could?
It would have been a lot more inconspicious." Kitten grumbled. Shinimejenya
cocked her dragon head and flicked her tongue out, cat-like eyes
sparkling.
"Perhaps," She said. "Perhaps not."
"Whats that supposed to mean?" Kitten grumped. The dragon chuckled,
a deep, throaty sound like distant thunder.
"I don't expect you to understand yet, my lady," The dragoness said
tolerantly. She leaned forward and flicked Kitten's forehead with her
tongue. Kitten made a face, but stroked Shini nonetheless. She sighed.
"Part of me wishes I'd never come here," She said.
"Why is that, my lady?"
"Because now this world is in danger, too..." She shook her head.
"Everyone thinks that because I am the Shinimejenya Sorceress I'm some
great leader or Queen. Leader by nature I may be, somewhat, but I am no
great one." She buried her face around the small dragon's beck and hugged
her.
"I just want this all to be over. I want things to go back to normal."
"You mean you wish I hadn't chosen you," Shinimejenya smiled gently as
Kitten recoiled, horror on her face.
"I would *never*-"
"Admit it." Shinimejenya cut in. "I know. But you're heart and your
tears betray you, child." The white-silver-pearlescent colored dragon
leaned forward and nuzzled Kitten again, before whispering something in
dragon-tongue, an ancient language that even Kitten did not know, into her
ear. Before Kitten could question or responde, Shinimejenya flashed, and
was gone, hidden deep within Kitten's heart once more.
Kitten sighed as she felt Shini curl up and return to her eternal
slumber once more. Kitten decided to follow suit, and laid back down on
her white pillows and let her mind drift to sleep; enough time to worry
about the press and curious doctors and scientists later.
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"Mmmmmmmm...." Kitten rolled her eyes in escasty. "Finally!" She crowed.
through a mouthful of steak. "Real food!" She didn't wait for a reply,
nor did she ackowledge the collective laugh that rang up from the table
at the resteraunt they were at before pouncing on her meal once more.
As Sally Poe had predicted, Kitten was completely healed, but the
difference was that it had only been a week. Not only that, but true to
Kiros's words, her arm was perfectly fine.
Aside from the arm, Kitten'd had two splintered ribs, broken beyond
repair, thus she now had two steel rib bones in her rib cage. She seemed
to find it rather funny, on this the day after being released from the
hospital.
"Hey, could I please get some blush wine?" Kitten signaled the waiter,
and he nodded and went off to fulfill her request.
"Kit, you're not old enough to drink," Trowa told her, giving her a
pointed look. Kitten just stuck her tongue out plaufully.
"I am where I come from. I spent two years on a ship with hardcore
sailors, for pete's sake," She told him, as the wine glass was set before
her. She smiled her thanks to the waiter, lifted the glass, swirled the
pale pink liquid, and sipped it before setting it back down.
"Took us another year after she got back to scrub the stink out of her
and overule those swearing habits she'd picked up," Zion added, taking a
drink of his own champagne. Kitten rolled his eyes.
"I wasn't nearly half as bad as some of them were," She said in her
defence.
"I can imagine," Quatre grinned. Zephra shook her head vigorously.
"No, you can't," she said emphatically. They laughed at her expression
and tone, and the chatter and talk continued, everyone behaving cheery and
smiley.
Kitten hid a grin by taking another drink of her wine.
The act wasn't working, and they knew it.
They were all -save Kitten- wound tight as a spring. They hid it well,
but Kitten had known them all to long and some of them too well not to
see it.
"Alright, boys and girls," Kitten suddenly spoke up, her tone suddenly
serious. They all turned to look at her, the better actors with blank
expressions. She grinned wryly.
"Are you ninnies going to keep tip-toeing around the bush or ar you
just gonna whack the thing?" She asked blatantly. "'Cause if you don't,
I will."
They exchanged looks, then simultaniously stood, save for Kitten. She
stayed sitting for a moment, until Heero glared her into standing. Zion
payed the bill -where he got the money no one knew- along with a generous
tip, and they all filed out.
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"This isn't entirely unexpected," Zion murmured, his eyes tracing
the map on the table. "Its ideal that once they discovered Kit's
whereabouts, they would plant a base nearby."
"Therefore hopefully decreasing the distance between Kitten when captured
and the base, lessening the time she has to try and escape once they
managed to ensare her." Trowa nodded. "It makes sense."
"I'm betting thats where Jzaar is, too," Kitten murmured as she,
too, looked over the 3-D map that floated about the steel table, deep
inside a military compound on L3 colony.
"Wouldn't surprise me," Axis nodded. "He'd want to get on with the
'ceremony' as soon as possible if you were ever caught." He took her hand.
"Which they won't," He murmured. She grinned, and stepped closer to him.
"Geeze, get a room," Zephra muttered. They laughed, albet, shortly,
but it did help allieviate the tension in the room.
"Alright, so the Jhinz have a base in a mountain on Mars," Quatre summed.
"Its probably been there for at least a month, probably more like two."
"Guarded by who knows what, plus probably some heavy duty magic mumbo
jumbo," Duo made a face.
"Hold it one freaking second, will ya?" Kitten held up her hands, and
they all stopped and looked at her. "Pardon me if I'm getting a little...
imaginative here, but it sounds to me like you guys are planning some
sort of...mission? To get in there?" She jerked her thumb at the image
of the base.
"Yes," Heero stated, finality in his tone. "We are." Kitten scowled at
the clear 'don't argue, it won't do you any good' in the Perfect Soldier's
attitude. She sighed, eyed the base, and scowled again.
"Fine." She said stiffly. "But we can't just go barging in through
the front door, we'll have to find a side entrance, and then I'm guessing
a couple of us *will* go to the front to create a distraction while
the rest of us-"
"Us?" Trowa echoed. Had his hair not been in the way, one might have seen
his raised eyebrow. Kitten looked up, her face set.
"Yes." She said firmly. "Us. Meaning *all* of us, including me. I am *not*
going to stay at home like a grannie waiting for little red riding hood
to come back for a visit. It just isn't going to happen."
"Oh, yes, it is, Princess," Duo walked around the table, stood beside
Kitten, and with a silent agreement via quickly exchanged glances, Duo
grabbed the protesting Countess around the middle, and slung her over his
shoulder.
Kitten screeched her indignation, pouding on his back and kicking
her feet.
"Put me down!" She growled. "You are *not* going without me!"
"Oh, yes we are," Zion said pointedly, staring his cousin firmly in the
eyes as she was taken out of the room by a smirking Duo. At the last
minute she attempted to grab onto the doorframe, but Duo wasn't a
Gundam Pilot for nothing, and she was quickly torn away, still kicking,
hitting, and screaming. She knew she looked like a two year old having
a tantrum, and she didn't care.
Even when her limbs began aching, she still didn't stop her physical
protest to such handling, even by her 'older brother' and being left
out of the plans. She knew why they had opted to have her leave then and
just keep her from actually coming. They knew that it would be easier for
her to follow them if she knew their plans.
After many twists and turns through the white corridors of the compound,
Duo kicked open a door to a room that looked like an officer's quaters.
He dumped her rather unceremoniously on the white bed, ruffled her hair
with her glaring at him with all her might, then he left without a
word, locking and bolting it behind him.
Kitten immediately bolted to the door. Locked, yes, she'd both heard
it being done and expected it. She fished a thicker-than-need-be hairpin
(that's because it wasn't a hairpin) out of her short hair, and inserted
it into the lock. It clicked easily and quickly, and Kitten then turned
to the electical lock.
She cursed as she discovered it was encrypted. Just a glance told her it
was beyond her decoding capabilites. She tried nevertheless, but just as
she expected, it did no good.
She crossed her arms and glared at anything and everything, and,
gritting her teeth, she swore to herself that she would *not* be left
out! She *would* get into that base! She would!
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Braizlyn, wheezing and gasping, slithered out of the room as soon as
his 'master' released him. His body... His form no exaggerated the term
'lean.' What monster was he now? He had lost the only thing he had ever
valued; his appearence. Now he didn't even have that...he was hideous!
Why, oh, why, had he ever betrayed the King? Why? Look what his
traitorous ways had brought him...
But, he thought venemously. He still had a duty to carry out. And carry
it out he would.
Covered in welts and bloody gashes from his new transformation, Braizlyn
slunk and slithered down the corridors.
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"Are you guys as totally bauble brained about all this as I am?" Duo asked,
scratching his head. He stopped and glared at Wufei as the chinese boy
opened is mouth. "Don't you say a word, Wu-man," Duo growled.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Wufei screeched. Duo smirked.
"Why not Mr. Barbie Man?" Duo snickered evilly, his eyes flashing with
a sinisterly gleeful look as Wufei turned bright red with rage.
(AN: Anyone remember chapter seven? heh heh heh...)
"Thats enough," Heero said sternly, glaring at the two pilots, who
both grumbled and sat back down as Trowa smirked and Quatre chuckled.
All five of them were in a waiting room of sorts, with nothing else to do.
They were all to restless to sleep -which was what the Companions were
doing- so they all found themselves sitting up in the same room, silent,
until Duo had spoken up.
"But c'mon, guys," Duo continued. "Isn't this all just a little, a
leeeeeetle freaky?"
"How so, Maxwell?" Wufei threw the american pilot a glance. Duo
rolled eyes eyes.
"Oh, I don't know," He said sarcastically. "Magic swords, Dragon
Goddesses, our little Kit being a master sorceress and a countess to
another dimensional kingdom, I mean, does this strike anyone else as...
unusual?"
"Most people think fourteen year old boys as pilots of the two most
powerful Mobile Suits and literally rescuers of the planet unusual,"
Quatre pointed out. Duo sighed exaggeratedly.
"We're not fourteen anymore," Trowa said from his position of leaning
against the doorframe, stoic and quiet as ever.
"We were then," Quatre countered.
"Okay, my point is," Duo cut in. "I'm asking if anyone else has considered
seeing a phsyciatrist?"
They all exchanged looks, and, to everyone's neverending surprise,
Heero was the first to raise his hand.
"Okay, its official, I'm dillusional, insane, phycotic, worthy-of-being-
locked-up crazy." Duo collapsed into a chair and buried his face in his
hands. Heero only smirked.
"Still..." Quatre broke the silence, speaking quietly, hesitantly. "It all
seems rather...appropraite, somehow. Right. In place. Expected, almost."
"Same here," Wufei grunted in agreement after a moment. Quatre blinked
at him in surprise. The black haired oriental young man scowled. "Well,
you are right, Winner. Meeting Kitten and then discovering all this...
Its...It just seems-"
"Right." Trowa spoke up. Wufei nodded solomnly.
"Exactly."
"Glad I'm not the only one who thinks so, too." Heero said, voice stony
and emotionless, per usual, but his eyes twinkled with something alien
to those prussian depths.
"Is this all just a dream?" Quatre asked softly.
No one answered.
No one needed to.
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"No one knows but us, right?" Zion inquired quietly of the group of the
other eight warriors, dressed solely and complete in black and bristling
with various weapons, and still putting more things onto their belts
and in their boots as. Duo and Quatre had even given the Companions a
crash course on gun weaponry, and thus Zephra, Zion, Axis, and Kiros
all bore at least one firearm.
"The entire military knows about the base, but they still think its just
the foundation for an uprising," Trowa said, his voice equally quiet.
"They know nothing of our mission, nor of the base's true origin or
purpose."
"You're certain?" Zephra narrowed her eyes in the darkened room. Heero
turned his icy gaze to hers, and she looked away. "Fine," she nodded.
She was the first to rise, being the first to finish stowing all her
various toys and weapons. She went to the window, silent, and pushed it
open. She slipped outside, and was momentarily followed by the other
eight.
Outside, everyone was crouched against the wall of the military
holding, sticking to the shadows after Axis had shut the window silently;
no one could know of their mission. No one would believe them, anyways.
Heck, the Gundam Pilots half thought they were crazy, and they were half
the mission team!
Still, as they had semi- admitted to each other earlier, there was
something that was driving them all, and while they didn't like it,
they were forced to trust it.
Despite excellent observation of the grounds and air before them, behind
them, and above them, they somehow managed to miss a tiny blue-gray
kitten, darting from shadow to shadow, following them, watching them
intently with sparkling sea green eyes.
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"They're coming alone, the fools," Jzaar sat, muttering to himself in
the shadows. "Smart of them not to bring the Shinimejenya right into my
clutches, but idiotic to come without the Sorceress; she is the only one
even near powerful enough to challenge me."
He swirled the dark red wine in his wineglass, and took a thoughtful sip,
thinking of what to do with them when caught. It might be fun to torture
them awhile, pretend to want to know where the snippity Countess was.
Jzaar grinned. Yes, that sounded like fun. His grin widened when he
remembered that among that among their little group was Kiticatya's
sister, cousin, lover, and 'brother.'
This would be much fun indeed.
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"This is the main entrance," Heero said almost silently, his voice completely
emotionless, per usual. They were all hunched down behind an outcropping
of rust red rocks, only an hour later after sneaking out of the
compound -thanks to the Companion's ability to transport things and
people quickly, saving them a week's trip.
They all had odd contraptions on the edges of their noses, almost like
jewelry. 'Syonygenizers' Kiros had called them when passing them out
just before they had transported to Mars. Aparently not even his fellow
Companions had seen or heard of them before, judging from the odd looks
on their faces. Wufei had been the most distrustful of the little things,
and had to be forced practically at gun and sword point to put it on.
Now, on the surface of Mars, they found the purpose for the little things;
they let them breath in an oxygen-less atmosphere. The black body-suits
used for deep space missions kept out the cold, and camoflauged them
nicely in the deep black of martian night.
"Looks unguarded," Trowa murmured. "Meaning it probably has more sentries
than we counted on."
"Good assumption," Zion whispered, nodding. He fingered his firearm at
his side.
"Alright," Zephra sighed. "No use waiting around. One guard or twenty,
we have to do this."
"The onna's right," Wufei ignored Zephra's glaring scowl. "Let's do this."
"Hey! Wufei finally said something sporty! Kewl!" Duo was promptly
whacked upside the head with the flat of an 'annonymous' katana.
"'Nuff fooling around," Axis snapped. "You Gundam Pilots distract the
main entrance while we get to the hidden gate, and sneak in." Quatre
opened his mouth to protest.
"Sorry, but you boys don't have the nesseccary magical training to go up
against even a Vamp." Kiros said firmly. Heero 'deathglared' but nodded
his agreement. Duo grumbled in dissappointment. While being ignored,
Duo suddenly remembered something....
*FLASH*BACK*
...Kitten whirled on Duo. "I do need you! You're my *brother!* Even if only
of the heart! You heard what that one Vamp said!"
"Huh?" Duo asked.
"He said anyone with Magi powers could tell who I was, so do not
deny knowing my identity." She said, passion filling her being.
"But he just meant your Companions," Duo sighed. "Axis and Zion and
them inside us. They thought that was our powers."
"*No!*" Kitten cried. "Vamps may not be the most magically sophisticated
creatures, but they do know the difference between true Magi talents
and the prescence of a Ridder!"
*END*FLASH*BACK*
Duo frowned. He hadn't remembered to bring that up with the guys,
and he didn't know if Kitten had thought to talk to Kiros.
Duo shook himself mentally. Him? Magic powers? He almost laughed at the
absurdity. A Gundam Pilot waving around a magic wand and mumbling
spells? You might as well throw in a pointy hat!!! His mouth twitched in
a grin. No, Kitten was pulling his leg, or making him feel better. Heck,
she was probably just trying to change the subject to get him out of his
self pity. He smiled at the thought. She was such a sweet girl. So
innocent and at the same time so far beyond her years. She shouldn't have
to be the way she was. She may look and act over eighteen, but she was
only sixteen, for crying out loud! She shouldn't have this weight on
her shoulders! And according to her friends, she had been carrying this
burden since she was at least thirteen!
Duo clenched his fists, eyes flashing. There was no way he was going to let
this bully manipulate his little sister anymore! NO way! Even if it meant
dying in this stupid, and probably futile, 'distraction.'
"Pilots," Heero murmured. "Move out."
And so the Warriors of A.C. Earth slinked into the shadows.
"Good luck," Zephra whispered, mainly to the one called Duo. She recognized
the look he'd had on his face. And now she mirrored it as she followed
the rest of the Companions around the side of the mountain.
Jzaar was going down...
To Be Continued....
*bawls* You've all been so supportive about the lost reviews!
*hugs everyone* thankies! *sniff* I feel a whole lot better now.
YIKES this was long! I hope it makes up for my selfish pouting break!
Anyhoo, are things starting to fall into place? Things are getting
going? Getting to the climax?
I was shocked when I finished this part; I'm actually almost
done! If the next part is long enough, minna-chans, then Chapter fifteen
may vary well be the finale of 'Kitten.' My, this went sooo fast! I
may do a epilogue, though. In fact, I probably will. Any ideas or
requests???? Plus, don't forget the sequel!
WHO LIKES TITANIC?????? I watched it last night and I was just bawling.
*sniff* its one of the VERY few things that can acutally get me sobbing
like I was. *jumps happily* I also got the 'Titanic' Soundtrack! Yay!
I'm soo happy! My favorites are 'Take Her to Sea,' 'Rose,' 'My Heart
Goes On' (I think thats what its called) and 'The Sinking.'
Anyhoo, I'm gonna go do homework (*sweatdrops*) then probably work a
lil on Chapter Fifteen before I hit the sack. Ja ne, all! Thanks soooo
much for your overwhelming support!!!!!!!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING. THE OTAKU
CHARACTERS AND PLOT ARE MINE, AS IS THE 'KITTEN' BRACELET.*