Kita's Intro (Songs in this chapter are created by the author ^_^)
"Yes dad, I'll get that. We seem more packed than usual, don't we?" came the cheerful voice of Kita from the bar on the downstairs floor of the pub.
"Hello sir, what may I get you?" she asked. "Coffee please. This is the last decent place to get a genuine coffee." Kita smiled, and went to fix him the
best coffee in the house. Ok, so she was a bit of an over-achiever. She was listening half-heartedly to the people's conversations. She always did that.
Somehow life here was somewhat boring. Always the same things. Nothing exciting ever happened here. Well, that was, until now.
"Yes, I heard them! They're coming! Apparently we have something they want, and our leader doesn't want to make a truce. They're going to war with
us!" "Oh, Master Brila! That's nonsense!" "As usual." commented another lady. Kita didn't care, she liked master Brila's stories anyways. "But it's true!
They'll be upon us before the week is done!" "Really Master Brila?" she asked, unable to hold out on this any longer. "Come on Kita," Ushered her father.
"You know better than that! Anyways, time to perform. Best keep this upsweep in business, no?" "yes, father" So, Kita stoped tending for a while, and
did what she was good at. She sang.
"So this is what love is? Kinda funny, kinda strange...It's kind of weird, don't you see? I've never ever felt this way. If someone can touch you and hold
you, does it mean they'll be here forever, or is it just setting you up for the big picture? Why did you do it? Why did you leave? Why did I have to wear
my heart on my sleeve? Why did I think it'd last forever? Why did I even try? Why did I say I love you, when I knew it would turn to goodbye?"
She finished off the verses, and was crowded by applause as usual. At least this was better than bartending. The music started up again, and she was
on her way again.
"I dont understand. I am now afraid. Huddled in this corner alone...The day slowly turns into night, you ask me if I'm alright. I nod my head at you, but
inside, I know I lied. I played your game, I'm not ashamed. You called my name, and I answered. It's all my fault, I'm on my own, me alone to deal with
this cancer. Make it go away...make it go away...don't you want to stay? Don't you want to stay? Why is life this way? I don't understand..."
The morning went simply like that. She sang, swept, and tended, listening more to Master Brila's stories, even though her father didn't want her to. She
finished up, washed up, and reset the tables. "Why, Kita dear, did you not take that contract? It would have made you a lot of money, and you'd be out
of this place for good. I know that's what you want." chimmed Miss. Adonte-chang. Kita just blushed. "I...I guess I really don't want to leave my father
running this place all by myself." she lied. Miss. Chang just laughed. "You're easier to read than you think, girl. I know, despite well wishes for your father,
that you don't want to do it for another reason, you don't want to leave until," "until what?" "Until that boy comes back."
That took Kita by definate surprise. "Don't be foolish. You know he's not coming back for you. It's a waste of your time and talent staying here girl,
honestly." Flames were eating Kita up inside. "So that's why you think I'm staying? I'm not that stupid, Marie. You know that. I'm not staying and waiting
for him to come back. Do you think I ever believed he would?" she lied through clenched fists. Miss Chang just looked expressionlessly at the ceiling. Kita
made a point not to run into her for the rest of the day. How could she say that? Why did she say it upfront? How did she know that Kita was lying, and
that was the reason. She needed an excuse to get away from the stare of Marie. Anything.
The door opened, and the chimes placed above the door rang sweetly. Perfect, she thought. Customer. "Erm, excuse me, Marie, I've got to go tend to
the customer, and so she left to take his orders. "Hi. What may I get you?" she asked sweetly. "The manager." he said roughly. "All right. One moment
please." she said, turning around. "This is urgent, could you get him as fast as you can?" He asked. She smiled. There was something about him, the way
his light brown hair shone, and his green eyes seeped from underneath it. Fairy tale prince she thought to herself, but he looked incredibly worried, even
though she knew he tried not to show it.
"Yes, what is it you request of me?" came the voice of Kita's father. "May I speak to you," he said, then quickly added, "alone." Kita took the hint, and
left. Her father and the boy talked for a while, a distinct pang of urgency now drawn into the ever present lines in his face. "This is the only way?" he
asked. "Yes. Those men, they're going to..." his sentence was cut short by a bulet whizzing by his head. "Get down!" he yelled, as Kita was walking past.
He pulled her and her father down. "What on earth?" she stammered, as a ruckus of shooting began in the bar. "Oz and the rebels." said the boy.
"Huh?" she asked, looking rathr confused. "They're going to blow up your colony with something. I was sent here to find out what it was. They know I'm
here! Dammit!" he swore, turning over a chair that had landed on his leg. "Tell everyone to get down!" he said, and her father repeated the instruction.
The boy got up, trailed around, and began shooting wildly. KIta was lost in the middle of all this. What was going on? This was insane! He came back, and
ducked uder the table at Kita's feet." I don't know why I should be telling you this, but they've got the bomb. They've detonated it." "Everyone evacuate
now!" yelled her father. "That won't help all that much. This whole colony is going to go boom in 5 minutes. Unless you're 5 minutes away from sailing
into space, everyone's dead." Kita looked in horror at the man. He had successfully shot all the so called villains, but didn't seem to have a clue on how
to undetonate a bomb, one of this caliber, anyway.
"You've got a way out, don't you? Or you wouldn't be here" askedthe owner. "Yes...why?" asked the boy. "Take her with you." Kita got a terrified look
on her face. "No! I'm not leaving you here! You can't make me go father!" "Silence!" He roared. "Please," he begged the man, take her with you." The
boy looked uncertain. "I'm not going!" She yelled, and burst into tears. "Stop your wailing! This is for your own good!" her father said, as he hit her over
the head. "She'll be unconsious for a while. Please, don't think I've forgotten you. She may have not recognized you, but I do. Please. Make a miserable
old man happy. Take my daughter with you, Trowa Barton."
He looked up at him with new eyes. Had he forgotten already? Was that? Was she? It couldn't be! "I'll never forget what you've done for my daughter.
Please, do this, and one more thing, before we all end up dead." He nodded silently at the old man. "Take this gun. Shoot me. I don't want to suffer
anymore. "I can't do that." he said simply. "You've done too much for me." he said. "When have I ever done anything for you, Trowa? Please. You
yourself, as a pilot know that to shoot oneself is an act of cowardice. I won't. But, I'll be hapy if I go down according to you. I'll be greatful that I can die
a most honourable death." "I can't..." "Yes you can!" "I can't!" he shouted "yes you can!" "I...." "Do it. Do it! Do it now Trowa! For the love of my
daughter and the lives of us all! Do it now! Do it..."
*BANG*
The boy called Trowa shot the man, and with out looking back, carried the girl, and ran to his ship. What have I done? He thought to himself. What have
I done?
"Yes dad, I'll get that. We seem more packed than usual, don't we?" came the cheerful voice of Kita from the bar on the downstairs floor of the pub.
"Hello sir, what may I get you?" she asked. "Coffee please. This is the last decent place to get a genuine coffee." Kita smiled, and went to fix him the
best coffee in the house. Ok, so she was a bit of an over-achiever. She was listening half-heartedly to the people's conversations. She always did that.
Somehow life here was somewhat boring. Always the same things. Nothing exciting ever happened here. Well, that was, until now.
"Yes, I heard them! They're coming! Apparently we have something they want, and our leader doesn't want to make a truce. They're going to war with
us!" "Oh, Master Brila! That's nonsense!" "As usual." commented another lady. Kita didn't care, she liked master Brila's stories anyways. "But it's true!
They'll be upon us before the week is done!" "Really Master Brila?" she asked, unable to hold out on this any longer. "Come on Kita," Ushered her father.
"You know better than that! Anyways, time to perform. Best keep this upsweep in business, no?" "yes, father" So, Kita stoped tending for a while, and
did what she was good at. She sang.
"So this is what love is? Kinda funny, kinda strange...It's kind of weird, don't you see? I've never ever felt this way. If someone can touch you and hold
you, does it mean they'll be here forever, or is it just setting you up for the big picture? Why did you do it? Why did you leave? Why did I have to wear
my heart on my sleeve? Why did I think it'd last forever? Why did I even try? Why did I say I love you, when I knew it would turn to goodbye?"
She finished off the verses, and was crowded by applause as usual. At least this was better than bartending. The music started up again, and she was
on her way again.
"I dont understand. I am now afraid. Huddled in this corner alone...The day slowly turns into night, you ask me if I'm alright. I nod my head at you, but
inside, I know I lied. I played your game, I'm not ashamed. You called my name, and I answered. It's all my fault, I'm on my own, me alone to deal with
this cancer. Make it go away...make it go away...don't you want to stay? Don't you want to stay? Why is life this way? I don't understand..."
The morning went simply like that. She sang, swept, and tended, listening more to Master Brila's stories, even though her father didn't want her to. She
finished up, washed up, and reset the tables. "Why, Kita dear, did you not take that contract? It would have made you a lot of money, and you'd be out
of this place for good. I know that's what you want." chimmed Miss. Adonte-chang. Kita just blushed. "I...I guess I really don't want to leave my father
running this place all by myself." she lied. Miss. Chang just laughed. "You're easier to read than you think, girl. I know, despite well wishes for your father,
that you don't want to do it for another reason, you don't want to leave until," "until what?" "Until that boy comes back."
That took Kita by definate surprise. "Don't be foolish. You know he's not coming back for you. It's a waste of your time and talent staying here girl,
honestly." Flames were eating Kita up inside. "So that's why you think I'm staying? I'm not that stupid, Marie. You know that. I'm not staying and waiting
for him to come back. Do you think I ever believed he would?" she lied through clenched fists. Miss Chang just looked expressionlessly at the ceiling. Kita
made a point not to run into her for the rest of the day. How could she say that? Why did she say it upfront? How did she know that Kita was lying, and
that was the reason. She needed an excuse to get away from the stare of Marie. Anything.
The door opened, and the chimes placed above the door rang sweetly. Perfect, she thought. Customer. "Erm, excuse me, Marie, I've got to go tend to
the customer, and so she left to take his orders. "Hi. What may I get you?" she asked sweetly. "The manager." he said roughly. "All right. One moment
please." she said, turning around. "This is urgent, could you get him as fast as you can?" He asked. She smiled. There was something about him, the way
his light brown hair shone, and his green eyes seeped from underneath it. Fairy tale prince she thought to herself, but he looked incredibly worried, even
though she knew he tried not to show it.
"Yes, what is it you request of me?" came the voice of Kita's father. "May I speak to you," he said, then quickly added, "alone." Kita took the hint, and
left. Her father and the boy talked for a while, a distinct pang of urgency now drawn into the ever present lines in his face. "This is the only way?" he
asked. "Yes. Those men, they're going to..." his sentence was cut short by a bulet whizzing by his head. "Get down!" he yelled, as Kita was walking past.
He pulled her and her father down. "What on earth?" she stammered, as a ruckus of shooting began in the bar. "Oz and the rebels." said the boy.
"Huh?" she asked, looking rathr confused. "They're going to blow up your colony with something. I was sent here to find out what it was. They know I'm
here! Dammit!" he swore, turning over a chair that had landed on his leg. "Tell everyone to get down!" he said, and her father repeated the instruction.
The boy got up, trailed around, and began shooting wildly. KIta was lost in the middle of all this. What was going on? This was insane! He came back, and
ducked uder the table at Kita's feet." I don't know why I should be telling you this, but they've got the bomb. They've detonated it." "Everyone evacuate
now!" yelled her father. "That won't help all that much. This whole colony is going to go boom in 5 minutes. Unless you're 5 minutes away from sailing
into space, everyone's dead." Kita looked in horror at the man. He had successfully shot all the so called villains, but didn't seem to have a clue on how
to undetonate a bomb, one of this caliber, anyway.
"You've got a way out, don't you? Or you wouldn't be here" askedthe owner. "Yes...why?" asked the boy. "Take her with you." Kita got a terrified look
on her face. "No! I'm not leaving you here! You can't make me go father!" "Silence!" He roared. "Please," he begged the man, take her with you." The
boy looked uncertain. "I'm not going!" She yelled, and burst into tears. "Stop your wailing! This is for your own good!" her father said, as he hit her over
the head. "She'll be unconsious for a while. Please, don't think I've forgotten you. She may have not recognized you, but I do. Please. Make a miserable
old man happy. Take my daughter with you, Trowa Barton."
He looked up at him with new eyes. Had he forgotten already? Was that? Was she? It couldn't be! "I'll never forget what you've done for my daughter.
Please, do this, and one more thing, before we all end up dead." He nodded silently at the old man. "Take this gun. Shoot me. I don't want to suffer
anymore. "I can't do that." he said simply. "You've done too much for me." he said. "When have I ever done anything for you, Trowa? Please. You
yourself, as a pilot know that to shoot oneself is an act of cowardice. I won't. But, I'll be hapy if I go down according to you. I'll be greatful that I can die
a most honourable death." "I can't..." "Yes you can!" "I can't!" he shouted "yes you can!" "I...." "Do it. Do it! Do it now Trowa! For the love of my
daughter and the lives of us all! Do it now! Do it..."
*BANG*
The boy called Trowa shot the man, and with out looking back, carried the girl, and ran to his ship. What have I done? He thought to himself. What have
I done?