Lilac and Ivory
Tattoos
Okay, this story idea came from the generic meeting thing: Apparently Silver saved Blaze from bullies. It's how they met.
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I still remember how we met. I remember seeing her getting bullied by the local kids. The cowards were ganging up on a little purple cat. There were two of them, a big bull dog and a rat. I watched from on top of a tree branch, watching it all unfold.
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty." The bull dog guffawed, laughing at the cat. She hissed, flattening her ears, but when she tried to run they charged after her.
I had seen enough.
I leaped off of the tree branch and landed behind the two bullies. I took a deep breath and summoned my telekinesis energy, letting it channel through the strange runes engraved on my hands. The dog was the leader; I might as well get rid of him first.
WHOMP! BANG!
I may be a twelve year old, but I had practiced with my gift a lot. I hit the dog into the wall, and then slammed him into the trash cans. Not enough to seriously hurt him, but he was going to have a bad headache. The rat, the little sneak, simply yelped and ran down the alley, his fat friend right behind.
The cat regarded me with wary yellow eyes. I offered her my hand.
"I'm really sorry about that. My name's Silver, Silver the Hedgehog."
The cat stared at my hand, then at me, then at my hand. I grinned, trying to comfort her.
"The marks on my hand won't affect you in any way."
She flattened her ears to her skull again, lashing her tail. "I can't." She admitted sheepishly.
"Why not?"
"My jacket is torn."
I was puzzled. Only her jacket? Oh wait, probably the shirt underneath too.
"Where at?"
She had her hand over her arm. Did the bullies hurt her?
"Are you hurt?" I demanded. "Do you need any medical treatment?"
"No. It's just…I have an embarrassing thing…"
She was really beating around the bush. "I don't mind. Just show me."
She grimaced and stood up, removing her hand.
I couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped. Her skin. I saw the purple fur, but around her arms were bands of glowing fire. Like tattoos, sort of like the bright blue circles on my palms. I saw fire licking underneath her skin, orange and blue, white, red. Yellow. All the colors fire could have.
She lowered her head. "I know." She whispered, looking ashamed.
"That's so cool" I couldn't help it. It was cool! Mine just glowed blue but hers was so much better!
I try to act mature, but the truth is I'm only a twelve year old living in a city that exists only because Iblis hadn't destroyed it.
"You're not…?"
"Nope. So, what's your name?"
She brightened considerably, but looked like she was afraid I was just teasing her and really did hate her "tattoos". "I'm Blaze."
I grinned then. "A pleasure, Blaze. Let's get you cleaned up."
I offered my hand again, and she took it.
Weird…
I felt really happy when she was there.
