Fragmented Afterthoughts
Chapter Three:
Do I Know You?
Chapter Three:
Do I Know You?
Struggling uphill, Madoki bounced happily by Magick's side, seeming to do
well enough without sustenance of any sort. Magick however, was leaning on a
self-made wood-piece, her hunger knawing at her stomach evilly. Magick was
nearly about to punch the little blob of lard.
Magick had a random thought-- if she was truly back in the Pokemon world
(which, it seemed to be at this point) she might be able to change her form
to a mew once again. Short-haired, black, cute.. it was a chance that not
exactly everbody got on an everyday basis.
Concentrating, closing her eyes and letting go of her stick, trying to
let herself relax to the emitted extreme. Her body went slack with her
relaxation, and Madoki scuttled away from her with an offended "Myu!". She
could picture herself, changing shape, like a molded creature, and assuming
her former form.
Her hands splayed out in front of her, and only the second's worth of
pain seemed an eternity. White light stretched her body parts like taffy,
moving her arms and legs with disgusting noises of internal movement. The
same white light seemed to surround her as he clothing was absorbed into her
skin, mking her the mew she had been once.
Delight flowed through her, and she instantly shot into the air, a good
fifty feet from the ground, whirling and dancing happily. She could finally
let her past go! She was once again the best of best..
And was falling at an alarming rate.
Flapping her arms wildly and to no avail, she plummeted quickly, only to
stop once she had hit, adding insult to her other injuries. Groaning and
rolling over, she found herself in her human form once more, obviously unable
to keep up the mew form after so long without practice. he had been away for
a while now, it wasn't exactly her fault.
Hearing voices from a little whiles away, she immediately propped herself
up on her elbows and yelled, "Does anyone have extra clothing?"
Boy, that was stupid, a little voice said in her mind, laughing at her
and jeering. Oh, shut up, she replied, and sat up with a gasp of fresh pain
in her now incredibly sore muscles. Three girls rounded the corner and
stopped dead, staring at her with little meaning in thier eyes.
Magick smiled cheerfully, and gritted her teeth at the pain that it
caused. She waved a moment, then stood up, brushing her nightgown off. The
girls continued to stare at her until she realized that Madoki was sitting on
her head. She carefully took him off and stared down at him, and he displayed
a nice little array of extremely sharp teeth.
Looking back up at the girls, Magick hastily decided to finish what she
had started. "Do you have any clothing?" she asked dryly. Literally. Her
mouth felt like cotton, and pain was wakening in her temples. Oh please, oh
please, oh please.. just take me out of the sand and dirt and nasty
bug-ridden grasses..
One of the girls stared at her oddly, then turned and whispered something
to another girl. Stepping forward, she extended her hand and said, "Fi upi
dorak Rimlehd?"
Magicks eyes widened. "Total language switch," she whispered confusedly,
then shook the girls hand, trying to decipher her words. "Erm, I'm a friend.
Friend," she said, and stopped herself from biting the girl's hand off when
she squeezed it in a firm grip. I'll firm grip you, she thought nastily, and
sent a little shock of electricity down her arm into the girl's hand.
The girl remained unaffected, and seemed rather amused at this. "Mit
dibby," she giggled, and turned to her friends. "Ull yink des vorou."
Right, Magick thought. Enough with the foreign language stuff already.
Concentrating on speech pathology and how words were formed in the human
language, she focused on the girl and then relaxed. "She said something
stupid, probably," one of the other girl's said.
Magick's cheeks burned. "Oh, shutup!" she snapped angrily. "Just because
you talk some highly sophisticated language I don't understand..." She
stopped, as the three looked at her strangely once more. "Um.. hi?"
"Okay, so now that we know you talk human," one girl said. She seemed to
be the most aggresive of them all, with bright blue eyes and shining hair
that was a shade lighter than black, but was unidentifiable. "What's with
your eyes?"
Magick felt them, and looked at the others. Their eyes were significantly
larger, and seemed to reflect light much better than her own did. She blinked
a couple of times, trying to make them expand. Well, at least I know I'm not
on Earth anymore... "I've just come from Earth," she said, looking down
embaressedly at her pale blue nightgown.
"Urth?" another girl asked. Her hair seemed to be dyed a bright orange,
and it was cropped closely to her slim jawline. She and the other two
whispered excitedly for a moment, then the first one, the one with light
blonde hair, spoke again, first clearing her throat.
"Urth isn't safe, you know," she said quickly. "We usually have to
eradicate all people from there."
Magick's eyes widened. "Uh, no, that's quite alright, I like my body,"
she said, stepping backwards.
The girl with the blackish hair smiled lightly. "We're not going to kill
you," she said haughtily. Then, smiling fully, she took off her backpack and
handed Magick some clothing-- a pair of extremely baggy jeans, as she was
considerably taller than she, and a small blue tank top.
"Thanks," Magick said, and the three turned their backs as Magick slowly
got dressed, first wrapping Madoki's eyes in her nightgown arm.
"So where are you from, on Urth?" asked one of the girls while she was
slipping on the tank.
"L.A," Magick replied, and the three turned back around. Carefully
unwrapping Madoki, Magick beamed down at him. He 'meeped' at her and hopped
onto her shoulder happily, bouncing slightly from his movement.
"Oh," said the girl with orange hair. "Well, if we want to get to know
you, we ought to get aqquainted." She stretche dout a slender, well-shape
hand and pointed to herself and the other two. "My names' Crash, that's Jads,
and that's Joey."
Magick's jaw dropped. The unvarnished three stood together, smiling
thinly at her. These three were her childhood friends, and the friends she
had left behind so long ago.
Joey was the one with the backpack, wearing jeans and a purple shirt,
covered by a dark blue jacket. Her long purple hair slung over one shoulder,
braided down the middle and short on the end, exactly like Magick's dream in
Fushigi Yuugi, Nuriko the Crossdresser. Magick quickly dimissed that though
and moved on to see Jads, who wore a bright red shirt with a white stripe
across it, lighting in the mid-afternoon sun. Her shorts were covered with
paint and dust, looking like the comfortable types that everybody loved. Last
but not least was Crash, with the orange hair that was most assuredly not
dyed as it glowed slightly. Her eyes, like Joeys and Jads, were blue, and her
green tee-shirt extended past her waist and down to her light blue capris.
These were the friends she hadn't seen in so long, and these were the
people who had once touched her life, changing her. They weren't some dumb
characters on a TV show back in America and Japan who were characterized and
compared to by the man named Ash Ketchum with a stupid little Pikachu who ran
to his every whim.
There they were.
Alive and well.
Still waiting for her.
Magick stood in awe until Crash stepped forward, breaking the illusion of
her slight disorientation. "Are you alright?" she asked gently.
Magick cleared her throat, choking slightly, and said with a blink or
two; "Yeah, I'm fine.."
Jads looked worried. She looked to Joey, who shrugged and looked back to
her. "Well... what's your name?" she asked, genuinely interested.
They don't know me, Magick thought, as Madoki started to chew on her ear.
She lightly grazed his head with her fingertips, and stared at them. "I'm...
Magick."