Chapter thirteen

Who is Alara?

The sky was gloomy and filled with heavy gray clouds, and there was lightening that was flirt with them. The day had seemed so dreary, and the wind seemed to hum a sorrowful tune. Chichi fought her way through the wind and towards the line of clothes that hung upon the mile long line, catching a few as they were tossed off by the wind's beating. A storm was coming, but it didn't even seem to affect her- she had already found herself in one, worst then the last.

She begun to unhook the clothing left hanging and tossed them into a small weaved basket, joining the previous pile. She was quick with her movements and fought hard against the wind, each blow came harder. The sky begun to drizzle each drop pounding against her skin, and she quickly retreated to the house the basket within hands. She pushed the door open and found shelter from the now pouring rain within the small house.

She slipped out of her shoes and made her way towards the small clothes room, she now had to fold and iron each cloth before Alara would arrive. "My dear you're shivering," a sotto voce.

Chichi glanced over her shoulder to take in voice's beholder; it was a slender elder woman who looked to be in her thirties. Chichi rested the basket on a small round table in the room; she didn't even notice her body was quivering. She didn't want to speak until she felt a warm cloth wrapped around her shoulder's courtesy of the elder woman. She was a bout to shrug the cloth off but the warmth comforted her body, and her heart needed some comfort. "Thank you."

"No problem, Dear. Now you just sit down and allow me to help you with these clothes, you're so young to be working this hard," Commensurately, said her Italian accent very evident. She began to take one cloth after the other folding them quickly and with grace. "So how long have you been here?"

Chichi pulled the fabric tighter against her skin, indulging in the warmth. "A year now…She isn't my mistress."

"A lie," tersely the lady replied, "You are in her home. You're also doing her chores and she is not your Mistress? How is that so?"

"My master left on salvage, I'm not to sure what that is! However when he gets back he is to come for me. The only thing is that I don't even belong here…this isn't where I'm suppose to be." Chichi looked towards the floor it had been so long since she had seen her Father.

"Darling, none of us do! I noticed that you are quite strong; your ki level is almost at the level of the Mistress. Also you have amazing healing abilities, not of a human…but you are." The lady placed each of the clothing in a nice pile and then when she turned on the iron.

"How do you know that?" Asked, Chichi.

A smirk graced the woman's lips, "I was the one that cared for you when your Master brought you here the first time. I was also the one who help saved you; however you help a lot as well."

"What do you mean by that?" Chichi rested the cloth on the table and then begun to help folding up the clothes.

"My mistress is very jealous of you, don't you notice that?" The Lady asked.

Chichi took a minute to think on the question, she had never truly noticed any jealousy in Alara. Maybe it was because she had thought all Saya-jin women where like that? She had always heard Alara yelling, and bitching about something- to everyone. However there was one time within the last year of being in her care that Alara had sent her to bed tonight in a row with out food even when she did a good job. "No, I didn't."

"She tried to kill you when your Master brought you here," Lady paused, and laid silk pants on the ironing broad. "See before my mistress was to mate with your master's elder brother Radditz, but he didn't have a calling for her. Radditz felt she wasn't the best mate and that because he already bonded with a Saya-jin woman Yantz. My Mistress never knew till she seen Yantz one day at the market and she picked up Radditz smell on her.

"She was furious and vengeful, so she took after Yantz. She watched her carefully until she knew her every move. My mistress is like a snake filled with venom, Yantz was much stronger then my mistress as well. However, she was much more vicious then Yantz, and one day when her guard was down and Radditz went on a salvage. My mistress' lowered her ki and snuck up behind her quietly with so much grace one can't hear and stabbed her through the heart!

"Radditz went crazy for a while, because there bond was so deep. After you mate with a Saya-Jin bonds don't break so easily even if one dies. My mistress was promised by a woman that she would have your Master when he is at age. However, it seems your Master has the same problem as your brother did. And it seems you are now her Yantz, that why she wanted to kill you and she would have."

Lady folded the nicely ironed pants on the rack and hung them up and then begun to place the rest in its respected place. Chichi had a puzzled look upon her face as she tried to grasp onto the reason as to why she was the new 'Yantz'. Kakkorrot had no thing for her and she had nothing for him. How could she?

She took the basket from the table and then set it on the ground wiping off the table top. She was very confused at the moment, but she was drawn from her confusion by thunder. The rain was pounding hard against the house and the wind was knocking against the window as if seeking refuge from the storm.

"What is you name?" Chichi asked.

"Junix," she replied, taking her wrapping cloth. "What about you Princess?"

Chichi froze for a minute did Junix know that she was the Princess? No it couldn't be true she would have known her name. "Chichi."

"Aw, Chichi I want to help you…can I trust you though?" Asked, Junix.

"You can trust me. But help me with what?" she questioned.

"My mistress' death," tersely Junix replied.