With the end of False Identity, I had to come up with _something_ to
occupy my time. Besides, I wasn't finished with my newly "birthed"
world. So, here comes True Identity, the sequel.
Oh, yeah, if anyone wants to write side stories for False Identity, I'd
love to have them. Just email them to me (along with any and all fanart
you might had drawn) at my normal address (jutsu@3web.net), and before
long, the stories and art _will_ be up at Faded Fantasies
(http://li_xiang.anifics.com/)
For those of you just jumping in here, it would probably be smarter to
read False Identity, first, otherwise it won't make sense.
False Identity can be found at:
http://ladycosomos.anifics.com/fi.html
http://tannim.anifics.com/fi/index.html
http://archive.anifics.com/
http://www.reikaifiles.com/xovers/fi/FalseIdentity.html
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=550375
http://archive.anifics.com/
True Identity
Prologue: Meeting
Li Xiang
She trudged, drearily, down the road, hands shoved into the pockets of
her blue-green jacket as she pondered on her friends' actions. Or could
she even call them friends, anymore? The seventeen year old sighed
sadly, green eyes glazed with the knowledge that they didn't want her
around anymore. What had she been doing wrong?
Oh, she knew they'd been drifting, parting... but to be rudely pushed
away like that? Anger thrummed through her for a moment before she
calmed herself. Getting mad would solve no problems. She'd just have to
find new friends.
"Oh, yeah, _that_ will be easy," she muttered sourly, glaring at the
concrete sidewalk beneath her feet like it had personally caused an
affront to her. So she was bitter about her friends pushing her away
and leaving her alone. Hell, even her own boyfriend had left her when
he'd been accepted into some overseas college for being overly
brilliant.
She passed a flower shop, glaring in at the teenager working there. The
younger boy flinched at her glare, wondering exactly what was wrong,
before deciding it was none of his business. He was going to be busy
that night, and needed to keep his mind focused...
She kicked at a stone, watching it rocket through the air, before
clattering to the ground and rolling further. That had helped her feel
better. Smiling faintly, she continued forwards, kicking the rock
again, and again. She could feel her anger leaving her, although the
hollow feeling and bitterness still flooded her.
They had been such close friends for so long-- whatever could have made
them, _her_, push her away, kick her out. Were it those new friends of
hers? Was it because she was gaining more and more popularity-- hell,
she had famous _singers_ following her around for Christ sakes-- and
she, the lonely little redhead, wasn't? Why didn't they like her? She
was a likable person, wasn't she?
The lingering doubts in the back of her mind wouldn't let her believe
that though.
If she was a likable person, then why had her parents put her up for
adoption when she was six? They weren't having financial problems.
If she was a likable person, then why had her older brother left her?
If she was a likable person, then why had her friends kicked her out of
their group?
If she was such a likable person... why was she all alone?
The anger had been replaced with sadness, and she quickly dashed her
tears from her cheeks, the movement speaking of long action with it.
She'd lost so much in her life. Her biological parents, her brother,
her adoptive father, her first love, her second love, her friends...
while she still had her adoptive mother, the woman had gotten distant
lately, probably wanting her to go out with her friends so often like
she had when younger, so the woman could work in her jewelry store
peacefully.
A spark of flaming orange-red caught her eye, and the young woman's
emerald gaze lifted. There was a man leaning against the wall of a
nearby cafe. He wasn't looking at her-- he was busy flirting with one
of the waitresses-- but there was a... feeling. He was familiar to her.
The shade of his hair looked an awful lot like...
Hope bubbled in her breast, and she moved quickly, but decisively,
moving to see if his features... they were! It was him! She gave a
brief thanks to the gods for their taking pity on a lonely girl's soul.
On light feet she padded nearer.
"Bruder?"
He jumped, like he'd been shot, the waitress looking between the two in
confusion. Her look turned into a scowl as she figured the young man
before her as a playboy, and the girl as his girlfriend. She stalked
away, but neither noticed. Jade eyes were wide, staring at the smaller,
darker shaded redhead, "Kleine Schwester?"
"Arawn!" she flew at him, tackling him with a hug and sobbing into his
chest, "Oh gods above, I missed you, big brother!"
After a startled pause, Arawn wrapped his arms around the younger girl,
"I missed you, too, Erika."
"It's Rache now," she was firmly wrapped around his middle, and not
willing to let go, "but most people know me as Naru."
"Well Rache," He lifted one hand to ruffle her hair-- she hit him when
he managed to half yank out her green bow-- and grinned, "I've been
going by Schuldich, myself."
"The guilty one?" she turned a confused eye to her older brother, "Why
would you...?"
He sighed, "C'mon, Rache, this isn't the place to talk about that sort
of thing. I'll take you back to my place. You can meet my...
roommates." She hiked an eyebrow at his hesitation, "I'll tell you when
we get there, although I should warn you now. Farfello-- my best
friend-- isn't exactly sane. He gets worse when he starts ranting about
finding 'his Kitty', though..."
END
If you couldn't tell, the prologue takes place, roughly, about a year
before False Identity starts. Like how the prologue of False Identity
took place eight years prior. True Identity will actually take place a
few months after False Identity. Just so the weird Ranma-Aya-Farf thing
can be worked on.
And the SchuKen. Can never forget SchuKen, or I'll get hit.
Arawn/Erika are just my made up names for Rache & Schuldich. I've never
seen anyone put down what Schuldich's real name is, so I just made one
up.
occupy my time. Besides, I wasn't finished with my newly "birthed"
world. So, here comes True Identity, the sequel.
Oh, yeah, if anyone wants to write side stories for False Identity, I'd
love to have them. Just email them to me (along with any and all fanart
you might had drawn) at my normal address (jutsu@3web.net), and before
long, the stories and art _will_ be up at Faded Fantasies
(http://li_xiang.anifics.com/)
For those of you just jumping in here, it would probably be smarter to
read False Identity, first, otherwise it won't make sense.
False Identity can be found at:
http://ladycosomos.anifics.com/fi.html
http://tannim.anifics.com/fi/index.html
http://archive.anifics.com/
http://www.reikaifiles.com/xovers/fi/FalseIdentity.html
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=550375
http://archive.anifics.com/
True Identity
Prologue: Meeting
Li Xiang
She trudged, drearily, down the road, hands shoved into the pockets of
her blue-green jacket as she pondered on her friends' actions. Or could
she even call them friends, anymore? The seventeen year old sighed
sadly, green eyes glazed with the knowledge that they didn't want her
around anymore. What had she been doing wrong?
Oh, she knew they'd been drifting, parting... but to be rudely pushed
away like that? Anger thrummed through her for a moment before she
calmed herself. Getting mad would solve no problems. She'd just have to
find new friends.
"Oh, yeah, _that_ will be easy," she muttered sourly, glaring at the
concrete sidewalk beneath her feet like it had personally caused an
affront to her. So she was bitter about her friends pushing her away
and leaving her alone. Hell, even her own boyfriend had left her when
he'd been accepted into some overseas college for being overly
brilliant.
She passed a flower shop, glaring in at the teenager working there. The
younger boy flinched at her glare, wondering exactly what was wrong,
before deciding it was none of his business. He was going to be busy
that night, and needed to keep his mind focused...
She kicked at a stone, watching it rocket through the air, before
clattering to the ground and rolling further. That had helped her feel
better. Smiling faintly, she continued forwards, kicking the rock
again, and again. She could feel her anger leaving her, although the
hollow feeling and bitterness still flooded her.
They had been such close friends for so long-- whatever could have made
them, _her_, push her away, kick her out. Were it those new friends of
hers? Was it because she was gaining more and more popularity-- hell,
she had famous _singers_ following her around for Christ sakes-- and
she, the lonely little redhead, wasn't? Why didn't they like her? She
was a likable person, wasn't she?
The lingering doubts in the back of her mind wouldn't let her believe
that though.
If she was a likable person, then why had her parents put her up for
adoption when she was six? They weren't having financial problems.
If she was a likable person, then why had her older brother left her?
If she was a likable person, then why had her friends kicked her out of
their group?
If she was such a likable person... why was she all alone?
The anger had been replaced with sadness, and she quickly dashed her
tears from her cheeks, the movement speaking of long action with it.
She'd lost so much in her life. Her biological parents, her brother,
her adoptive father, her first love, her second love, her friends...
while she still had her adoptive mother, the woman had gotten distant
lately, probably wanting her to go out with her friends so often like
she had when younger, so the woman could work in her jewelry store
peacefully.
A spark of flaming orange-red caught her eye, and the young woman's
emerald gaze lifted. There was a man leaning against the wall of a
nearby cafe. He wasn't looking at her-- he was busy flirting with one
of the waitresses-- but there was a... feeling. He was familiar to her.
The shade of his hair looked an awful lot like...
Hope bubbled in her breast, and she moved quickly, but decisively,
moving to see if his features... they were! It was him! She gave a
brief thanks to the gods for their taking pity on a lonely girl's soul.
On light feet she padded nearer.
"Bruder?"
He jumped, like he'd been shot, the waitress looking between the two in
confusion. Her look turned into a scowl as she figured the young man
before her as a playboy, and the girl as his girlfriend. She stalked
away, but neither noticed. Jade eyes were wide, staring at the smaller,
darker shaded redhead, "Kleine Schwester?"
"Arawn!" she flew at him, tackling him with a hug and sobbing into his
chest, "Oh gods above, I missed you, big brother!"
After a startled pause, Arawn wrapped his arms around the younger girl,
"I missed you, too, Erika."
"It's Rache now," she was firmly wrapped around his middle, and not
willing to let go, "but most people know me as Naru."
"Well Rache," He lifted one hand to ruffle her hair-- she hit him when
he managed to half yank out her green bow-- and grinned, "I've been
going by Schuldich, myself."
"The guilty one?" she turned a confused eye to her older brother, "Why
would you...?"
He sighed, "C'mon, Rache, this isn't the place to talk about that sort
of thing. I'll take you back to my place. You can meet my...
roommates." She hiked an eyebrow at his hesitation, "I'll tell you when
we get there, although I should warn you now. Farfello-- my best
friend-- isn't exactly sane. He gets worse when he starts ranting about
finding 'his Kitty', though..."
END
If you couldn't tell, the prologue takes place, roughly, about a year
before False Identity starts. Like how the prologue of False Identity
took place eight years prior. True Identity will actually take place a
few months after False Identity. Just so the weird Ranma-Aya-Farf thing
can be worked on.
And the SchuKen. Can never forget SchuKen, or I'll get hit.
Arawn/Erika are just my made up names for Rache & Schuldich. I've never
seen anyone put down what Schuldich's real name is, so I just made one
up.