The Past Bites
Me: Welcome back my fans! The next chapter of The Past Bites is here!
Kalaa: I have a home! Yay!
Me: Yup. Oh, and I'd like to say something. THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME ICHIGO BASHING IN EARLY CHAPTERS! I intend to redeem her and get this whole family issue straightened out, but only after some time. This story was inspired by the combination of a kish angst fic I read and watching TMM episodes 50 and 51 which left me VERY pissed of at Ichigo, so I decided to give her a little 're-education', with Kalaa involved, because I was going to create her anyway, so I decided to wing it. So yeah, if you don't like Ichigo bashing, please don't bite me.
Kalaa: (did not register any of that, lost in a fantasy) Will Uncle Pai and Uncle Tart play with monopoly with me and Kish-kun?
Me: Uhhh...never mind. Kalaa? Disclaimer!
Kalaa: Hey! I was daydreaming, damn it!
Me: LANGUAGE! A TEN-YEAR OLD SHOULDN'T SWEAR!
Kalaa: I DON'T CARE! BladeofMoonlight does not own TMM or MMP, but she owns me!
Chapter 3
/Kish's P.O.V.
Kish couldn't remember having this much fun in ages. Kalaa had dragged him to the arcade and then to the rollarcoasters. They tried out bumber cars and the Polar Express, and before they knew it, hours had passed.
"That was fun!" Kalaa bubbled happily, eating a cotten candy as they exited the gate. "I've never had that much fun in my life!"
"Neither have I." Kish admitted.
"So now what?" Kalaa asked, blinking. "Where to?"
"How about my home?" Kish asked, smiling. "I've got some people I'd like you to meet."
Kalaa's golden eyes widened. "Really? I...I can come home with you?"
"Sure." Kish ruffled her hair. "Let's go." He took her wrist and teleported to his planet.
/Kalaa's P.O.V.
Kalaa could not contain her delight. A home! A real home with a family and everything! Sure, she lived with Azzuen and her Master, but she couldn't really call them home, because Azzuen had his own problems and Master was cold and always made her do things by herself. He never read to her or celebraited her birthday or play with her or anything.
And here Kish-kun was bringing her to his home! Yay! She ran about the modest flat, investigating every corner. There was a kitchen stocked with treats, a cabnet of games like Monoploly and Pirates, and an untouched room.
"There you go!" Kish said, appearing behind Kalaa. "This is your room."
"The whole thing?"
"The whole thing."
Kalaa hugged him. "Thank you Kish-kun!"
"Oi, Kish! I hear voices!" A voice came from downstairs. Kalaa's eyes brightened.
"Uncle Tart!" She ran downstairs and tackle-hugged the other alien, almost knocking him over.
"Gag! K-Kish! Who's this?"
"Kalaa." Kish replied. "She's going to be staying with us for a while."
"Really?" Pai appeared in the doorway. "You just invited some stranger into our home?"
Kalaa looked up from where she was crushing Tart in a hug. She smiled brightly up at Pai, and her ears drooped slightly when he ignored her and questioned Kish.
"Oh Pai, lighten up!" Kish exclaimed. "She's just a little kid, an orphan. I had the most wonderful time at Funland with her. I think she's a very sweet girl."
Pai looked at Kalaa again, who seemed a little hurt by his hostility. "She can stay." He growled finally. "But that doesn't make her my part of my family." He walked off.
Kalaa released Tart and looked around with sad eyes. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No Kalaa. He's just like that." Kish replied dissmissivly. "Come on, let's find something to do."
/That evening, Ichigo's P.O.V.
Ichigo turned over in her bed. She couldn't stop thinking of Kalaa. Or, more precicly, the people she had teleported away with.
Who are they? She wondered. And why did Kalaa go with them? Are they other...half aliens? And if they aren't, what's their plan? What do they want? They couldn't possibly just be cheering Kalaa's hatred of me on...She thought about the taller one, and her mind travelled back to the night Kalaa dissapeared.
She couldn't have left on her own. She was too young to walk. Then how...?
Realization dawned on Ichigo so suddenly she sat bolt upright in bed. Kalaa hadn't left on her own. Someone had taken her away! Moving her on pourpos, so when she came back she wouldn't be able to find her.
But who would do that to me? Ichigo racked her brain. She couldn't put a name to the face. This calls for an investigation. I'm going to find out who put my daughter through that crap. I'm going to get Kalaa back.
/Some hours later
Ichigo triple-checked the files from the hospital, and then tried to remember who she had seen when she was in the delivery room. No one suspicious.
"Hey Lettuce." She called to her friend, who had gotten her in.
Lettuce blinked and looked up at her. "Yes?"
"Do you know where the room I was in is?"
"Um, Ichigo, I heard that room was in service right now..."
"Who would go to the hospital in the middle of the night?" Ichigo exclaimed.
"Well-"
"Mom? Is that you? You came to see me after all!" Exclaimed a young voice. Ichigo looked up in surprise. A boy, 10 years old, ws running down the hall. His hair was green, and reached the middle of his back. He was wearing a hospital robe, but while he ran, his pale arms were visible. He had the build of Lettue, but what made Ichigo stare was his ears. They, like Kalaa's, were midsized and pointed.
THe boy skidded to a halt and looked from a shaking Lettuce to an open-mouthed Ichigo. "Oh, hi. What's your name, miss? Are you a friend of mom's?"
"Yes." Ichigo replied mechanically. "You're name?"
"Kaiyo." The boy replied, smiling brightly.
Ichigo turned and stared at Lettuce, who managed a weak smile. "You're not the only one keeping secrets, Ichigo-san."
"Lettuce, is Kaiyo...?"
"Half-alien, like Kalaa?" Lettuce guessed. "Yes. He is."
"What...?"
"He's my son." Lettuce said quietly, pulling Kaiyo into her arms. "Mine and Pai's."
End Chapter
Author's Note: How's that for a shocker? We have another half-alien on the scene, people! Will Ichigo agree to keep Kaiyo a secret? How will Ryou, Pai and the other mews react when they find out? Will Kaiyo find out about his mother's past, or about Kalaa? Wait and see!
Oh, and please R&R on your way out!