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Mikan
My sister is the biggest people hugging conservationist ever. We were thousands of light-years from home, and here she was, chatting on with some alien. Worse, she was conversing privately, so I could only hear the human's end, and that only once my translator adjusted. Very irritating.
But I think my decision to exit the ship and . . . intimidate him a little . . . was justified. After all, it wouldn't do for this impressionable young human to get the idea that the great Andelite race was cuddly and sweet.
Because we're not.
But Ranara wasn't too happy with me.
Mikan! Stop waving your blade about! You're scaring them!
I cast one incredulous stalk eye in her direction, ignoring her.
Human. Get away from here. It is not safe for you to be around this ship.
"Taro." the boy said softly. My translator didn't understand it.
What? I asked Ranara in private thoughtspeak. She stamped an impatient hoof.
It's his name, halfbrain. If you'd stop your high-and-mighty Andelite routine for one moment and talked to him, you'd know that.
I was about to retort when the human – all right, Taro – interrupted us.
"And . . . it's my land."
That gave me pause. This alien was old enough to own land of his own? Perhaps he was an adult, after all. Ranara wasn't always right.
Try telling her that.
Humph. she said in my mind. Mocking my embarrassment. See?
I sent her a look. I'm right, though. The Firetail is a civilian craft. No cloaking. How long before the Yeerks come? They'll infest your friend, for sure.
Ah, yes. THAT got her attention.
Taro. And – oh, what's your sister's name?
Sister? What sister?
"Please, miss. I am Sakura."
The voice came from behind me, softer and higher than Taro's. I swiveled my stalk eyes around.
There was a young human behind me. Female. Smaller, longer head-fur. More attractive. Shy.
Ranara smiled, delighted. I crossed my arms, speaking before she could spout something caring.
Child. Come here. My thoughtspeak was firm, but I was not trying to scare her. She came. Frightened as she was, she still came. Admirable? Maybe. Or stupid.
I was surprised to see that she was not as small as I had thought. She was only two head lengths shorter. About the same comparison to Taro as Ranara is to me.
Was this human anything like my sister?
I felt a surprising surge of pity for Taro.
"Your name, nii-chan?"
My translator did not translate the last word. I let it slide.
I am Mikan. An Andelite. And my sister is Ranara. She did not need our other names.
Taro. Is there any place we could hide our craft, for a time? It must be hidden from land or air.
That was Ranara. She wanted to get the Firetail out of sight. Possibly the first sensible decision she had made all day. Taro thought for a moment.
"Sakura, go open the garage." The female nodded and scampered away, into the house. I was suddenly struck with amazement at the balance a human must have, to move so easily on only two legs and not fall. Obviously, Ranara noted this as well.
Your sister is very graceful.
Taro's face flushed. Strange, that. "She is a dancer. And she takes karate."
Karate?
"It's a fighting style. Weaponless. I study, as well."
My curiosity got the best of me. I had to ask.
Weaponless? But surly your kind has no natural weapons. The boy smiled, a strange emotion that was translated into his mouthparts as well as his eyes.
"A true master can kill a man twice his size with a few blows. Our bodies are not as weak as they appear, as long as we know how to use them."
My reply was interrupted by a grinding noise. Both Ranara and I spun, our tails raised. A large, primitive mechanical doorway was opening in the enclosure attached to what I had assumed was the alien's dwelling.
"Can you fly the ship in there?" Taro asked. It took a moment before I realized that there was nothing inside the enclosure but a single enclosed-gas light in the ceiling. I squinted at it, estimating.
Yes. I can.
Mikan, it will be a very tight fit.
I glared at my sister. One would think that, after all this time, she would have more faith in my piloting skills.
I can make it.
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Look at my lovely reviewers!!
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Well, reviewER. But she reviewed twice!!
Chessrook44: First, I will ask you if I need help. But I think I've picked up enough Japanese in my six years of anime-watching to serve.
Second, NO, I did NOT name her for Cardcaptor Sakura. Sakura is one of the most popular Japanese names, sort of like Sarah is here. It means "cherry blossom". I picked it because Sakura is supposed to be the quintessential Japanese schoolgirl. Stereotypical.
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