Here Kitty Kitty
By
Elendil Star-Lover
A/N: This is an expirement. I'm not into humor fics, so we'll see how far this goes. Sarabi makes a SCARY teacher, TERRIBLE villain, and a HORRIBLE chibi!
Chapter one: Virgo Annoys Me
He does. The stupid git thinks that because he is telekinetic, that he is a freak and everyone like him should be punished for being a little...unusual. This, of course, means me, my student, Riku Jenova, and my partner Digimon, Scarecrowmon. He thinks that because Riku is a mix of...things, Mesmer (nickname for Scarecrowmon) can read minds, and I am the last of a species that SUPPOSEDLY died out during Silver Melinium, that we all need to pay a visit to the animal shelter.
He does everything he can to make me miserable. He bad mouths me, calls me names, tries my short fuse, keeps me away from those I love (most of which are human), and THEN he gets mad when I bite him!
He KNOWS I have no social skills. He KNOWS I grew up in Oblivion. Why he has to do this to me, I don't know.
Of course, I, Sarabi Nala Growltiger, Sailor Shadow Saturn, have always believed that life is a game. It's a game and we need to enjoy it. Still, though, I never been much of one to fallow the rules.
I make my own.
Mesmer sits in a chair behind me. I sit beneath him, on the "floor" in the Mist. Riku leans against my tree, the one Trista got for me when I moved in with her (I am a tree dweller by nature). He silently flexes his single wing and eyes me as if I am nuts (everyone thinks I, the DestructionBringer, am...but that's beside the point. ^_~) and maybe a bit angrily. He knows that only I can calm his temper. As a female Valkyrie, I am the only one who weilds power over him. He recognizes humans either as prey or a challenge, he does not recognize Mezzy as being alive, and, well, me, I been known to ram his face into concrete (good thing Oblivion is soft!).
Mesmer's red-gloved hands are at my temples.
"I am NOT changing diapers," Riku mutters.
"You won't have to," Mesmer explains. "I will be there if, say, she takes a few of someone's fingers off, but it will be Virgo who has to look out for her."
Riku is not convinced.
"Sarabi, I am NOT going to ask if you are insane again," Riku warns, "but I do question your judgement."
"Ah, well," I say, smiling sweetly and closing my eyes, "when one grows up in solitary confinement---"
"---one is usually a little off, been there, done that, saw the movie, bought the T-shirt," my pupil grins playfully.
"He is right, Angel, are you sure you want to play this new game of yours?" For once my little Phantom Mesmer has taken a side not mine.
"Absolutely," I say.
Riku is right. I am clinically insane and no one ever said that death scared me or that I am not reckless.
Anyway, so...
:30~
My name is Virgo of the Virgin. I am one of twelve men and women named after the twelve Zodiacs of the western world (I am an American, but the royal family I serve is Japanese) set aside on a council to police Crystal Tokyo.
We each have our own strengths and talents. Leo is a fighter, I am a thinker. Perhaps that is why I can move things with my mind. It matters not.
I am the head of the council, and therefore head of the armed forces.
I am fifteen years old.
I am the youngest member of the council.
I am a clinical genius.
Many say I look like either a white Scarecrowmon or a Sorcerimon in human form. My eyes are grey; my hair is white tinged with metallic silver. My clothes and cape are white and silver-trimmed. I have skin like ivory.
Because I am the head of the armed forces, I am in charge of.Sailor Shadow Saturn.
She should not be alive, but she is. She does not like rules, does not like to follow orders. It is her job to monitor Oblivion, her soul obsession to drive me stark, raving, bonkers.
She, her partner Digimon, and her student are very good at it.
"Someone is on the doorstep, sir," the doorbell said in a dull, metallic, artifical voice.
I had just come from the shower, my shirt was off. I was drying my hair and with a towel as I opened the door.
No one was there.
A cooing sound grabbed my attention. I looked down. The spring peepers chirped, the stars winked at me.
The Valkyrie cub wrapped in blankets cooed again and giggled through her pointed teeth.
As I looked at the kitten, I growled and pounded the wall. I hissed, "I really, really hate that girl."
By
Elendil Star-Lover
A/N: This is an expirement. I'm not into humor fics, so we'll see how far this goes. Sarabi makes a SCARY teacher, TERRIBLE villain, and a HORRIBLE chibi!
Chapter one: Virgo Annoys Me
He does. The stupid git thinks that because he is telekinetic, that he is a freak and everyone like him should be punished for being a little...unusual. This, of course, means me, my student, Riku Jenova, and my partner Digimon, Scarecrowmon. He thinks that because Riku is a mix of...things, Mesmer (nickname for Scarecrowmon) can read minds, and I am the last of a species that SUPPOSEDLY died out during Silver Melinium, that we all need to pay a visit to the animal shelter.
He does everything he can to make me miserable. He bad mouths me, calls me names, tries my short fuse, keeps me away from those I love (most of which are human), and THEN he gets mad when I bite him!
He KNOWS I have no social skills. He KNOWS I grew up in Oblivion. Why he has to do this to me, I don't know.
Of course, I, Sarabi Nala Growltiger, Sailor Shadow Saturn, have always believed that life is a game. It's a game and we need to enjoy it. Still, though, I never been much of one to fallow the rules.
I make my own.
Mesmer sits in a chair behind me. I sit beneath him, on the "floor" in the Mist. Riku leans against my tree, the one Trista got for me when I moved in with her (I am a tree dweller by nature). He silently flexes his single wing and eyes me as if I am nuts (everyone thinks I, the DestructionBringer, am...but that's beside the point. ^_~) and maybe a bit angrily. He knows that only I can calm his temper. As a female Valkyrie, I am the only one who weilds power over him. He recognizes humans either as prey or a challenge, he does not recognize Mezzy as being alive, and, well, me, I been known to ram his face into concrete (good thing Oblivion is soft!).
Mesmer's red-gloved hands are at my temples.
"I am NOT changing diapers," Riku mutters.
"You won't have to," Mesmer explains. "I will be there if, say, she takes a few of someone's fingers off, but it will be Virgo who has to look out for her."
Riku is not convinced.
"Sarabi, I am NOT going to ask if you are insane again," Riku warns, "but I do question your judgement."
"Ah, well," I say, smiling sweetly and closing my eyes, "when one grows up in solitary confinement---"
"---one is usually a little off, been there, done that, saw the movie, bought the T-shirt," my pupil grins playfully.
"He is right, Angel, are you sure you want to play this new game of yours?" For once my little Phantom Mesmer has taken a side not mine.
"Absolutely," I say.
Riku is right. I am clinically insane and no one ever said that death scared me or that I am not reckless.
Anyway, so...
:30~
My name is Virgo of the Virgin. I am one of twelve men and women named after the twelve Zodiacs of the western world (I am an American, but the royal family I serve is Japanese) set aside on a council to police Crystal Tokyo.
We each have our own strengths and talents. Leo is a fighter, I am a thinker. Perhaps that is why I can move things with my mind. It matters not.
I am the head of the council, and therefore head of the armed forces.
I am fifteen years old.
I am the youngest member of the council.
I am a clinical genius.
Many say I look like either a white Scarecrowmon or a Sorcerimon in human form. My eyes are grey; my hair is white tinged with metallic silver. My clothes and cape are white and silver-trimmed. I have skin like ivory.
Because I am the head of the armed forces, I am in charge of.Sailor Shadow Saturn.
She should not be alive, but she is. She does not like rules, does not like to follow orders. It is her job to monitor Oblivion, her soul obsession to drive me stark, raving, bonkers.
She, her partner Digimon, and her student are very good at it.
"Someone is on the doorstep, sir," the doorbell said in a dull, metallic, artifical voice.
I had just come from the shower, my shirt was off. I was drying my hair and with a towel as I opened the door.
No one was there.
A cooing sound grabbed my attention. I looked down. The spring peepers chirped, the stars winked at me.
The Valkyrie cub wrapped in blankets cooed again and giggled through her pointed teeth.
As I looked at the kitten, I growled and pounded the wall. I hissed, "I really, really hate that girl."