DISCLAIMER: I don't own Starfox. Nintendo does. I own Azulia Lombardi. If you wish to use her, email me (neptunerising@poetic.com)
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Katt hurried after Falco. She would have had to run to keep up with him, so she just kept him in sight, knowing he would eventually have to stop and ask her where the Rustburough Underground was.
Falco was, as always, being his typical stubborn self. However, Katt had never seen Falco that determined, that sure of what he had seen. She knew he had seen his mother, and that was why she was helping him. Of course, getting to spend time with Falco was an added bonus. Finally, Falco turned around and looked at Katt.
"Yes?" Katt asked, grinning.
"Where is the Rustburough Underground?" Falco asked, looking a tad embarrassed but not acknowledging it.
"Follow me, then," Katt said, flicking her tail against Falco's cheek as she passed him.
Falco gave Katt no reaction, but Katt hadn't expected him to. She knew that, for now at least, her love was unrequited.
Katt led Falco down a deserted alleyway, shivering at the hollow sound of their footsteps as they echoed against the buildings. Stopping suddenly, Katt pressed a few unmarked buttons on her wristband. A formerly unseen door dilated in front of them.
"Katt? Is the Rustburough Underground actually... underground?" Falco asked.
"Some of it is," Katt said. "Afraid of breathing stagnant air?"
"No," Falco said angrily. "I just asked a question."
Katt grinned as she led him through the dark, empty room. The door closed behind them, and Katt saw Falco glance back warily. She walked over to the elevator. It opened, and Katt and Falco entered.
"Where would you like to go?" the metallic voice of the elevator asked.
"Sub-basement three," Katt said calmly.
"Three?" Falco echoed, seeming nervous.
"You okay?" Katt asked.
"I'm fine," Falco said, sounding indignant.
Katt was beginning to wonder if Falco was afraid of being underground. Actually, she had known since he first asked if the Rustburough Underground was underground. Most birds were, actually, but Falco had never been one to admit to weakness. Not that he was exactly admitting to his fear. Katt looked over at Falco. He was staring at his feet, muttering softly to himself in Avian, the ancient language of the birds. She wondered what he was saying; only birds were allowed to learn Avian. The elevator slowed to a stop.
"Sub-basement three," the elevator announced as the door opened.
Katt stepped out, and Falco followed behind her. His usual confident swagger was all but gone. Katt's heart ached for him.
"You can wait upstairs if you want," Katt suggested, looking at Falco sympathetically.
"No," Falco said, his voice wavering for a moment. "Why would I do that?"
"You're so stubborn," Katt said, laughing softly. "Well, then, if you're not going to leave..."
Katt stepped up to the second door and pressed the same combination of buttons that she had earlier. It dilated open.
"Welcome to the Rustburough Underground," Katt said.
