Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in StarFox, but Nintendo
does.
Introduction: Ooo, I had a large cup of a cappuccino, so I'm kinda wired. I feel like something that has to do with poor Falco. Falco would probably write this a year after the Dinosaur Planet incident, before my first fiction, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire.
Oh, I don't hate Katt, in contrary to what most of you people out there may think; I feel the exact opposite. Hmm, where should I start?
Well, first of all, it's kinda hard to ignore a girl that has been pestering you for a date since first grade, so I have just taken to the habit of being cruel to her, just so I don't get embarrassed in front of my friends. Another thing, our non-romantic history goes a long, long way. That's the part that I don't really want to relate to my friends.
I don't exactly hate Katt, but I don't exactly love her either. It is something that is in between the two. I like her, but old habits from past begotten die very hard.
Lets start with my history first, okay? Since fourth grade, I noticed this really cool avian gang, named the Hard Beaks. Now, I myself don't really like gangs, but I've always enjoyed popularity and such and such. I loved being in the center of things, but I really never seemed to get the spotlight often. The gangs did. Now, it's pretty useless to say that I joined the black leather-coated dropouts.
On Zoness, people mature a lot faster than on Corneria. It's mainly because of the demanding economy that drives juveniles to work or join clubs at an early age, preferably nine or ten years old. Joining the gangs proved to my mother and father that I didn't need their protection anymore, since I was tired of their nagging. That was a big mistake. Too bad in two years, I would never see them again, or tell them how much I cared.
So I joined the Hard Beaks. We beat up people, stole little things, made threats, got bad marks in school, and the works that make gangs look so bad. I enjoyed it, but deep inside, I knew it was all wrong. It really hurts me to admit that, including that I like walks on beaches, classical music, and watching sunsets. I really hated the gang, to tell the truth.
Katt was the first one that tried to get me out. She really cared, and she actually could do something, because she was brave. My parents were a lot less so, but even that was saying something. Anyone who even frowned upon gangs was considered very brave, and Katt and my parents really frowned.
"Falco, this is going to get you nowhere," Katt said to me.
"And why should you care?" I retorted. I pretended that I didn't care, but she was like a savior to me. Katt released the little angel bird that had always been crouched in a corner in the depths of my soul.
Katt got me out of the gang. She did all she could to see that I did good things for the community. Even though I protested all day while we picked up garbage at the park, or dug up sharp objects in the sand, I really liked helping people. Katt was truly one of the best people in my life.
Well, I guess she had her eye on me for a long time. She saw the true person I was, and she really liked him. She would hug me, giving me complements whenever possible. She was a natural born flirter, really.
Then came the day. The day that I hoped never to see: The day Katt left my life for so long. Andross attacked Zoness, killing nearly half the population. I, because I could fly, escaped the prisons and the laser shots. My parents weren't so lucky. They were put on a jail ship and flown to somewhere that I don't know. I really miss them now. Just as I flew away from the prison camp, I saw Katt jump into a shuttle and take off. I felt so glad that she was okay, but I felt so sad that she was going away.
I didn't see Katt for another six years. When I was eighteen, and the StarFox team, with me, of course, went to Zoness. Katt, in her pink shuttle, swooped down and helped us. I was so glad to see her, but I couldn't say that. I desperately wanted to, but I couldn't. I felt even worse when she left after MacBeth.
After I left the StarFox team a year later, my top objective wasn't looking for a solo career as a mercenary; I was looking all over the Lylat for Katt. I looked for eight years, and in the seventh I saved McCloud's butt again. I have to say that he saved mine a lot more than me him, but still, I'm proud of that.
I really regret saying all those mean things to Katt. I really love her, but there are about a billion reasons why I shouldn't admit it. I'll just list the top four. First, it would be SO embarrassing to reveal to a girl you've ignored for sixteen years that you love her. Second, somehow, old habits from my gang years hold me back. There's always the possibility that I'm gonna get humiliated. Third, the law of nature states that birds can't date cats. The cat will eventually eat the bird. Fourth. I haven't thought of the fourth one yet.
I hate Katt, but I love her more. There's something special about that feline that a part of me could never ignore. My heart aches for her every day of my miserable little life. I would pluck all the feathers from my body for Katt, and if you were a bird, you'd know how much that hurts.
I hate myself for putting me into this mental torture. I wish that I could just stab myself with something to end the misery, but then, would I get to spend my life with Katt?
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A/N: I think the caffeine is wearing off. Read this and review it before I regret putting it on.
Introduction: Ooo, I had a large cup of a cappuccino, so I'm kinda wired. I feel like something that has to do with poor Falco. Falco would probably write this a year after the Dinosaur Planet incident, before my first fiction, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire.
Oh, I don't hate Katt, in contrary to what most of you people out there may think; I feel the exact opposite. Hmm, where should I start?
Well, first of all, it's kinda hard to ignore a girl that has been pestering you for a date since first grade, so I have just taken to the habit of being cruel to her, just so I don't get embarrassed in front of my friends. Another thing, our non-romantic history goes a long, long way. That's the part that I don't really want to relate to my friends.
I don't exactly hate Katt, but I don't exactly love her either. It is something that is in between the two. I like her, but old habits from past begotten die very hard.
Lets start with my history first, okay? Since fourth grade, I noticed this really cool avian gang, named the Hard Beaks. Now, I myself don't really like gangs, but I've always enjoyed popularity and such and such. I loved being in the center of things, but I really never seemed to get the spotlight often. The gangs did. Now, it's pretty useless to say that I joined the black leather-coated dropouts.
On Zoness, people mature a lot faster than on Corneria. It's mainly because of the demanding economy that drives juveniles to work or join clubs at an early age, preferably nine or ten years old. Joining the gangs proved to my mother and father that I didn't need their protection anymore, since I was tired of their nagging. That was a big mistake. Too bad in two years, I would never see them again, or tell them how much I cared.
So I joined the Hard Beaks. We beat up people, stole little things, made threats, got bad marks in school, and the works that make gangs look so bad. I enjoyed it, but deep inside, I knew it was all wrong. It really hurts me to admit that, including that I like walks on beaches, classical music, and watching sunsets. I really hated the gang, to tell the truth.
Katt was the first one that tried to get me out. She really cared, and she actually could do something, because she was brave. My parents were a lot less so, but even that was saying something. Anyone who even frowned upon gangs was considered very brave, and Katt and my parents really frowned.
"Falco, this is going to get you nowhere," Katt said to me.
"And why should you care?" I retorted. I pretended that I didn't care, but she was like a savior to me. Katt released the little angel bird that had always been crouched in a corner in the depths of my soul.
Katt got me out of the gang. She did all she could to see that I did good things for the community. Even though I protested all day while we picked up garbage at the park, or dug up sharp objects in the sand, I really liked helping people. Katt was truly one of the best people in my life.
Well, I guess she had her eye on me for a long time. She saw the true person I was, and she really liked him. She would hug me, giving me complements whenever possible. She was a natural born flirter, really.
Then came the day. The day that I hoped never to see: The day Katt left my life for so long. Andross attacked Zoness, killing nearly half the population. I, because I could fly, escaped the prisons and the laser shots. My parents weren't so lucky. They were put on a jail ship and flown to somewhere that I don't know. I really miss them now. Just as I flew away from the prison camp, I saw Katt jump into a shuttle and take off. I felt so glad that she was okay, but I felt so sad that she was going away.
I didn't see Katt for another six years. When I was eighteen, and the StarFox team, with me, of course, went to Zoness. Katt, in her pink shuttle, swooped down and helped us. I was so glad to see her, but I couldn't say that. I desperately wanted to, but I couldn't. I felt even worse when she left after MacBeth.
After I left the StarFox team a year later, my top objective wasn't looking for a solo career as a mercenary; I was looking all over the Lylat for Katt. I looked for eight years, and in the seventh I saved McCloud's butt again. I have to say that he saved mine a lot more than me him, but still, I'm proud of that.
I really regret saying all those mean things to Katt. I really love her, but there are about a billion reasons why I shouldn't admit it. I'll just list the top four. First, it would be SO embarrassing to reveal to a girl you've ignored for sixteen years that you love her. Second, somehow, old habits from my gang years hold me back. There's always the possibility that I'm gonna get humiliated. Third, the law of nature states that birds can't date cats. The cat will eventually eat the bird. Fourth. I haven't thought of the fourth one yet.
I hate Katt, but I love her more. There's something special about that feline that a part of me could never ignore. My heart aches for her every day of my miserable little life. I would pluck all the feathers from my body for Katt, and if you were a bird, you'd know how much that hurts.
I hate myself for putting me into this mental torture. I wish that I could just stab myself with something to end the misery, but then, would I get to spend my life with Katt?
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A/N: I think the caffeine is wearing off. Read this and review it before I regret putting it on.