Chapter 3 and I'm gonna' keep on rolling! Review please!
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Carrying Takei on his back was Sakaki, who had called to tell they found her, that they were coming now. Amon had gone home because it was getting late in the night, nine now, Robin was being taken home by Amon, and the one walking with Sakaki was Karasuma. She wasn't going to leave him along with Takei. She could wake up any moment and decide to turn against them, it was possible, but not likely. She seemed to like them all now. Calmed down since Robin had gave that promise of not letting her be hurt by them.
The cold wind blew in the chilly night as they neared the head quarters. The girls eyes suddenly opened and she woke up, alarmed, something inside of her surged with emotion as they entered the building. They weren't sure what alarmed her but they had nothing in her that would make her so nerve racked. Takei was breathing short, fast gasps of air. Karasuma began to rub the small girls back so she would take deep, slow breaths. Sakaki could feel her warm breath on the back of his neck, making him wonder what made her freak, he looked around to see if something was scary to an eight year old. But soon enough, she was back to sleeping like a rock.
Right now, they were just going to let Michael take care of her for the night. He may not be the best choice but they weren't going to let her stay in their houses as long as there was a possibility of her being a witch. They came in the dark room where Michel typed away on his computer. Searching for more information on this girl Takei so they would know about her past.
Sakaki set her on a futon that Michael had set out for her, letting her sleep on there, covering her with the blanket with her head on the fluffed pillow. He and Karasuma made sure she was sleeping and not faking it then walked over to see what Michael had learned about Takei. There was no way that she was eight years old, she had to be a witch, and older than meets the eye. Since she could control her powers that good.
"Well," began Michael with a smirk "I have good news and then bad news. But mostly surprising. It even surprised me?"
"Is she a witch?" asked Sakaki, curious about that more than anything.
"Doesn't say, actually. But it says that strange things used to happen when she was a child and that's when she was transferred to a foster home. She had been in a home of domestic violence. And at the young age of three. There Takei was very badly physically abused, then turned out that the place wasn't a foster home but had guys wanted for several counts of acts on children in there, and taken from there by someone mysterious. Doesn't say who he was. Then the 'foster home' was torn down. And, as it turns out, Takei is actually eight years old. And all of the information points out to her being a witch. Wouldn't seem likely that she's possessed by some angry spirit," Michael pointed out. They all felt for the girl. "I think that we should let her get comfortable for a while before we test. I don't blame her if she's not comfortable with us for now, people have been mean to her all her life."
"How many days would you suggest?" asked Karasuma.
Michael shrugged. "Two to three days."
Zaizen came in the room, he had heard the whole conversation. He said "We can't wait that long. Trust or not, we have to protect the city from witches on the loose. Her past means nothing to us and you have to understand that."
"What are you saying, are you heartless are what!?" asked Sakaki angrily. "She's only a kid and the file shows that. You just can't say that about a little girl and be-"
Karasuma put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. They were both right and she knew that.
"Chief, I think it's better if we wait," suggested Karasuma, looking at Zaizen in the eyes.
Zaizen walked out of the room in anger. "Do whatever the hell you want. But if anything happens with in that time span it's on your shoulders."
"Right," said Sakaki, rolling his eyes. He got on his nerves sometimes.
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The others had left, leaving Michael with Takei. Michael was taking a little break, eating some donuts with coffee. He got distracted when the little girl started mumbling something and her stomach growled. The assumption from the blond man was that she was hungry.
So he walked over there, shaking her a bit. She opened her eyes to Michael smiling down at her with his glasses on. At first, Takei was startled, but calmed down in a moment when he backed away. He didn't want to start anything. Michael knew well enough if he made her mad that she would snap, or if he made her sad, she would send everything flying or freeze him where he stood. Being careful was a good idea.
He asked softly "You hungry?"
She nodded. "Uh-huh."
Takei sat up and he sat next to her. She sort of scooted the other way from him as she ate her jelly donut with caution.
"So? Why am I here?" asked Takei. "It seems familiar...this spot. But I can't remember what it reminds me of. Something here is making chills go up and down my spine."
"I'm not so sure myself, kid," said Michael, drinking the last of his coffee. "I'm Michael. Nice to meet you. And your name is Takei if I'm correct."
She asked quietly, "You know everything about me. Don't you?"
Michael nodded. "Sorry, but we needed to know about you so...umm.."
"You can run tests on me to find out why I have my powers. Is that not it? See how far you can get. I've been through it before. I'm not doing anything for any of you. So you might as well give it up now."
"What did the tests say?"
"Negative. I'm not a witch. Came out that way every single time."
"Don't believe you kid," said Michael seriously. He stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. "The records would have shown it right away. Or saying that you have a chemical imbalance. Because they wouldn't just leave it empty, they would say something, I know this."
"Whatever you say," replied the small girl. "But, thanks. I haven't slept in a bed in a while."
Michael just gave her a nod. He didn't really take care of kids all that well so why start now? He started on his computer again, since he really had nothing to do, to see if there was anything going on lately.
The next thing he knew, there was another chair wheeling up next to him, and there sat Takei. In a chair a couple feet off the ground, a bit to high, but she managed to sit up there. She sat close to Michael, staring into the computer like she was memorized by it, and hummed a little tune to herself. It went-
Do, do, do, do-do-de-do-do*, that melody over and over again.
"Where did you learn that tune from?" asked Michel, out of pure curiosity.
She shrugged. "Someone used to hum it to me when I was just a little girl. I don't remember who though. But I do remember that he was just really nice!" Takei started looking at Michel closely. "Sort of....like...you."
"Like me?" he repeated in amazement. Funny, he didn't think a lot of people around here looked like him. Michel added sarcastically, "Well, I'd like to meet him, who knows, maybe I have a long lost brother or something."
Takei set her head on his arm and sighed, closing her eyes. It was more comfortable for her than it was for him. It was on his right arm and he liked to use that one to eat and stuff but if it fell asleep there wasn't much of that happening. He sighed and let the girl do that for a while. Not upsetting her was his goal to survive this night of just him and her. Michael had things to do anyway.
"You remind me of him because you have the same voice, and then you have the same obsession with computers. He used to type all day on his lab top. The only time he would really talk to me is when it was breakfast, lunch, dinner, or bed time. Otherwise it was just me, myself, and I. Then again," Takei said with a smile, taking her head off Michael's arm "You're different because you're nicer than he used to be."
"Whatever happened to him?" asked Michael, hoping it wasn't her that killed him. The poor guy probably hadn't a clue that he was witch, but he couldn't have ignored her powers. Sure enough...
Takei said tonelessly, with no emotion "He got me mad."
"You know, you should control your powers," suggested Michael, making a bold move. But she had no reaction but sadness in her ice cold eyes. "No wonder you look so sad all the time. Just sit tight for a while and we still have to see if you are a witch. Or whatever."
There was no response but the girl just huddled up in her blanket and cried so hard to herself, not heard over the typing of Michael Lee.
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Carrying Takei on his back was Sakaki, who had called to tell they found her, that they were coming now. Amon had gone home because it was getting late in the night, nine now, Robin was being taken home by Amon, and the one walking with Sakaki was Karasuma. She wasn't going to leave him along with Takei. She could wake up any moment and decide to turn against them, it was possible, but not likely. She seemed to like them all now. Calmed down since Robin had gave that promise of not letting her be hurt by them.
The cold wind blew in the chilly night as they neared the head quarters. The girls eyes suddenly opened and she woke up, alarmed, something inside of her surged with emotion as they entered the building. They weren't sure what alarmed her but they had nothing in her that would make her so nerve racked. Takei was breathing short, fast gasps of air. Karasuma began to rub the small girls back so she would take deep, slow breaths. Sakaki could feel her warm breath on the back of his neck, making him wonder what made her freak, he looked around to see if something was scary to an eight year old. But soon enough, she was back to sleeping like a rock.
Right now, they were just going to let Michael take care of her for the night. He may not be the best choice but they weren't going to let her stay in their houses as long as there was a possibility of her being a witch. They came in the dark room where Michel typed away on his computer. Searching for more information on this girl Takei so they would know about her past.
Sakaki set her on a futon that Michael had set out for her, letting her sleep on there, covering her with the blanket with her head on the fluffed pillow. He and Karasuma made sure she was sleeping and not faking it then walked over to see what Michael had learned about Takei. There was no way that she was eight years old, she had to be a witch, and older than meets the eye. Since she could control her powers that good.
"Well," began Michael with a smirk "I have good news and then bad news. But mostly surprising. It even surprised me?"
"Is she a witch?" asked Sakaki, curious about that more than anything.
"Doesn't say, actually. But it says that strange things used to happen when she was a child and that's when she was transferred to a foster home. She had been in a home of domestic violence. And at the young age of three. There Takei was very badly physically abused, then turned out that the place wasn't a foster home but had guys wanted for several counts of acts on children in there, and taken from there by someone mysterious. Doesn't say who he was. Then the 'foster home' was torn down. And, as it turns out, Takei is actually eight years old. And all of the information points out to her being a witch. Wouldn't seem likely that she's possessed by some angry spirit," Michael pointed out. They all felt for the girl. "I think that we should let her get comfortable for a while before we test. I don't blame her if she's not comfortable with us for now, people have been mean to her all her life."
"How many days would you suggest?" asked Karasuma.
Michael shrugged. "Two to three days."
Zaizen came in the room, he had heard the whole conversation. He said "We can't wait that long. Trust or not, we have to protect the city from witches on the loose. Her past means nothing to us and you have to understand that."
"What are you saying, are you heartless are what!?" asked Sakaki angrily. "She's only a kid and the file shows that. You just can't say that about a little girl and be-"
Karasuma put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. They were both right and she knew that.
"Chief, I think it's better if we wait," suggested Karasuma, looking at Zaizen in the eyes.
Zaizen walked out of the room in anger. "Do whatever the hell you want. But if anything happens with in that time span it's on your shoulders."
"Right," said Sakaki, rolling his eyes. He got on his nerves sometimes.
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The others had left, leaving Michael with Takei. Michael was taking a little break, eating some donuts with coffee. He got distracted when the little girl started mumbling something and her stomach growled. The assumption from the blond man was that she was hungry.
So he walked over there, shaking her a bit. She opened her eyes to Michael smiling down at her with his glasses on. At first, Takei was startled, but calmed down in a moment when he backed away. He didn't want to start anything. Michael knew well enough if he made her mad that she would snap, or if he made her sad, she would send everything flying or freeze him where he stood. Being careful was a good idea.
He asked softly "You hungry?"
She nodded. "Uh-huh."
Takei sat up and he sat next to her. She sort of scooted the other way from him as she ate her jelly donut with caution.
"So? Why am I here?" asked Takei. "It seems familiar...this spot. But I can't remember what it reminds me of. Something here is making chills go up and down my spine."
"I'm not so sure myself, kid," said Michael, drinking the last of his coffee. "I'm Michael. Nice to meet you. And your name is Takei if I'm correct."
She asked quietly, "You know everything about me. Don't you?"
Michael nodded. "Sorry, but we needed to know about you so...umm.."
"You can run tests on me to find out why I have my powers. Is that not it? See how far you can get. I've been through it before. I'm not doing anything for any of you. So you might as well give it up now."
"What did the tests say?"
"Negative. I'm not a witch. Came out that way every single time."
"Don't believe you kid," said Michael seriously. He stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. "The records would have shown it right away. Or saying that you have a chemical imbalance. Because they wouldn't just leave it empty, they would say something, I know this."
"Whatever you say," replied the small girl. "But, thanks. I haven't slept in a bed in a while."
Michael just gave her a nod. He didn't really take care of kids all that well so why start now? He started on his computer again, since he really had nothing to do, to see if there was anything going on lately.
The next thing he knew, there was another chair wheeling up next to him, and there sat Takei. In a chair a couple feet off the ground, a bit to high, but she managed to sit up there. She sat close to Michael, staring into the computer like she was memorized by it, and hummed a little tune to herself. It went-
Do, do, do, do-do-de-do-do*, that melody over and over again.
"Where did you learn that tune from?" asked Michel, out of pure curiosity.
She shrugged. "Someone used to hum it to me when I was just a little girl. I don't remember who though. But I do remember that he was just really nice!" Takei started looking at Michel closely. "Sort of....like...you."
"Like me?" he repeated in amazement. Funny, he didn't think a lot of people around here looked like him. Michel added sarcastically, "Well, I'd like to meet him, who knows, maybe I have a long lost brother or something."
Takei set her head on his arm and sighed, closing her eyes. It was more comfortable for her than it was for him. It was on his right arm and he liked to use that one to eat and stuff but if it fell asleep there wasn't much of that happening. He sighed and let the girl do that for a while. Not upsetting her was his goal to survive this night of just him and her. Michael had things to do anyway.
"You remind me of him because you have the same voice, and then you have the same obsession with computers. He used to type all day on his lab top. The only time he would really talk to me is when it was breakfast, lunch, dinner, or bed time. Otherwise it was just me, myself, and I. Then again," Takei said with a smile, taking her head off Michael's arm "You're different because you're nicer than he used to be."
"Whatever happened to him?" asked Michael, hoping it wasn't her that killed him. The poor guy probably hadn't a clue that he was witch, but he couldn't have ignored her powers. Sure enough...
Takei said tonelessly, with no emotion "He got me mad."
"You know, you should control your powers," suggested Michael, making a bold move. But she had no reaction but sadness in her ice cold eyes. "No wonder you look so sad all the time. Just sit tight for a while and we still have to see if you are a witch. Or whatever."
There was no response but the girl just huddled up in her blanket and cried so hard to herself, not heard over the typing of Michael Lee.
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