~call me [kitty]...version [programmer]~

~All of these stories are on Fanfiction.net or FictionPress.com under the penname of Seijoutai Priire.

Bara Ga Hana Suku
A prince and his concubine. It's a kind of psychological story. Complex to me. I can't tell you what it's really about becuase that ruins it. The title means 'Bloom Rose'. 'Hayashi' means 'forest'. 'Bara' is rose, and 'ibara' is thorn.

The prince took a minute to think about that. Perhaps it was wrong to force her to please him. "Do you want to be here?" he asked, meaning more than just their physical location.
"I am the Prince’s property," the girl replied softly. "The Prince may do with me as he pleases." She didn’t sound as if she objected to her position or welcomed it. More like she had accepted the life she lived and was resigned to being his play toy.
Hayashi considered that. He’d never thought of the girl as anything other than his property. She almost never spoke and it was easy to think of her as less than human. Maybe she didn’t speak to foster that illusion so his conscious wouldn’t hurt like it did now. "If you could leave, what would you do?"
"I am the Prince’s," the girl said again.
He shook his head. "But if you could leave."
Slowly, she met his gray eyes. "I would never stop running."

Inconvenient Angel
In the future, Humans are fighting agianst a race of beings made up of several distinct castes. Laserhawk--from the lowest caste--is aboard a ship in the fight. No one--not even herself--realizes who and what she is.

"Oh," Laserhawk responded. "It is not the ridges, but the colors. Blue and purple mean Mindwalker-telepath. Orange and pink mean Lifeholder-doctor. Black and brown mean Timeflyer-warrior. Red and white mean Skywatcher-navigator. Green and yellow mean Commandstepper-commander." The woman shook her head. "We each have a job to perform."
/Laserhawk! What is wrong with the Themfromthere!/ Hiddenheart reached her hand out and slapped the other woman with the bony ridges on the back of the Lifeholder's hand. A welt began to form between the jaw line ridge and the cheekbone ridge of Laserhawk's face. It started to purple.
The Mindwalker turned away from the Lifeholder.
"Alright, if that's supposed to make me feel better about her trying to fix me up, it's not working." Rich shook his head. "Why did she hit you?"
"Because," Laserhawk said, "you won't tell me how she can help you. That makes her angry." She shrugged, lifting her ridged shoulders. "And it is ok to take that out on me."
The male rubbed his fur-covered chin. "Why?"
Laserhawk frowned, drawing the purple and blue ridge over her eyes down. "I can't find anything similar in my limited knowledge of your culture. Mindwalkers are lower than the other species."
"What did you do to deserve that, Laserhawk?"
She smiled, moving the purpling welt on her face. "If I tell you, then will you tell me how I can tell her how to fix you?"

May You Live In Interesting Times
A friend that Gia doesn't really like gets pregnant and panics. To prevent anything bad, Gia agrees to something that will change her life. Fairly permenantly. This could have happened in real life.

So I had fifteen minutes to figure out the fate of humanity, tomorrow's Algebra homework, and what to do about Ree. I figured I'd work of the fate of humanity first; it'd be the easiest.
Uhg. Heck. Darn. All that stuff.
Let's see. What Would Jesus Do? Hah. He'd have stopped Ree before she got in this situation. I hate this. I'm supposed to be a Christian, but sometimes I'm not a good reflector of His light. Don't get me wrong, I don't drink, party, screw around, do drugs...I'm just a normal good kid. And unfortunately, sometimes I chafe under the label of "good". I do stupid things sometimes—like speed and make reckless moves. Oh, and I talk my sister and friends into doing things sometimes. Nothing seriously bad...but way out of the image of the character they think I have. Sometimes I don't think I deserve to be called Christian...I'm like a closet sinner. Or, even better, a lightbulb painted purple. Sometimes my real color shows through.
But you know, that's what this whole thing's all about. It's not about being perfect or going to church every Sunday, it's about getting closer to Jesus. Cause with Him, you can be who you really are.
I think that's a little bit of what I feel held back by. Everyone who used to know me has an image of me in a choir robe looking holier-than-thou. Gimme a break. Gia's not perfect...and Gia is a bad girl sometimes. But I'm forgiven. And—this is important—Jesus isn't there to cut out the fun factor in life. Nope. Life's even more fun now...

Saving Grace [Season Finale]
Kit has had enough of being the good girl and brances out. She gets 'hired' by a local car club to be their chick of the moment. Love tirangle ensues between the emotional scarred girl, the AFROTC boy she's loved for years, and the leader of the car gang.

"Well, you know the Horse—"
That was the guys' nickname for Tommy. And apparently not just because he drove a Mustang.
"—and then there's Vincent and CJ and that's Pitor Iskara. He's Russian." Richie reached out his arm. I was just far enough away that I had to scoot over so that he could wrap his arm around my waist. "There's a new kid out there, too. Bryce."
I squinted and tried to pick out the different cars. Tommy's was easy to spot. Vincent had a black...I couldn't remember what kid of car it was, but I supposed it didn't really matter. The vehicles were so modified that only their shells—and very little of that in some cases—remained of the original cars. CJ's was the most glaring green that I'd ever seen. If he weren't bigger than I was, I'd have called it tacky, and to his face. It was a good thing that he wasn't in Skreet Wagez. I'd have hated to have to look at that car every day. Pitor's car was red at the base, fading up to red—a play on his name. 'Iskara' means 'spark' in Russian. I think.
Bryce's car was black. Didn't look like much at first glance, but there had to be something big under his hood for him to be racing. Or he had to think there was something big under his hood. A grin must have snaked its way over my face, because Richie gave me a funny look. "What's s'funny?" he asked, giving me a lopsided grin.
"Aw, just thinking about how Tommy's gonna clean up," I lied, figuring that it'd take too long to bring him up to speed on how my brain worked. The guys were smart when it came to street smarts and cars, but there were other respects that the boys didn’t track so fast on.

Six Feet Under...And Digging Up [2 chapters]
In a facility running inhuman tests on mutants resides a female mutant with no memory of her past. Classic start to almsot any fanfiction, the mutant female is released by the X-Men from whom she tries to rid herself.

"Probably because mutants are lower than humans, deserve to be killed in inhuman ways that even animals are protected from, and a general sense of sadism."
Something about the way Snap phrased her comment and the amused eyebrow she raised made Kitty laugh. "Oh, come on. Life's looking up for you." The pretty mutant stood up and stretched, still grinning at Snap.
Snap herself shook her head as Kitty phased through a wall. "Up." She repeated the word in a half-amused scoff. "That's just relative to where you're standing."
"Oh?"
The single syllable caught on Snap's ears and hung there for a minute. She tried to shake it out of her mind with a physical motion, and ended up turning around and glaring at Professor Xavier. "Yes. Relative," she informed him, her voice close to an annoyed growl.
He raised an eyebrow at her. For a moment, the leader of the X-Men considered chastising the mutant for her attitude, but restrained himself. "Relative to what?" he queried.
"One's own position has a lot to do with it," Snap responded. Picking an arbitrary point between herself and the man, she indicated it with an outstretched finger. From his position in the wheelchair, Xavier was forced to look up. "Up to you. Down to me."
"Fascinating."
Somehow, he was able to inject a world of meaning into the four syllables. He made it sound like Snap's commentary on life had opened her entire soul to him. She was not impressed.
Instead of responding to what she felt was a statement inviting her to open up to the man, Snap let the silence drag on. She'd lived most of her life in a deep, forbidding silence anyway.
"Then, in relation to us..."
She turned her eyes on him, and stared with all the intensity she could muster into the purple flecked, yellow rimmed, green orbs.
"...where are you? Up? Or down?"
Snap laughed softly. Peeling her lips back form the vampire-like teeth she was endowed with, she approximated a smile. "Six feet under."

Something Snapped
This is backstory to Six Feet Under...And Digging Up. In it, Snap is 17 and living the life of a normal human. When her best friend evidences a mutation, their lives change dramtically.

Kay knew that the person who had just set down would have one arm thrown back and probably have the other restlessly moving along the surface of her desk. With that in mind, Kay threw herself at the other person. " Airen!" she wailed softly, burying her head in Airen 's chest.
"Whoa, babe," Airen Sabcas said, surprised. Kay cried for a minute as Airen held her and stroked her dark hair. "Shhh." Airen kept stroking her best friend's hair as Kay grasped Airen 's shirt with her little hands. It took a good amount of time for Kay to accept Airen's advice.
"Airen," she said, breaking through her tears. "Something awful happened." Kay's voice was muffled by the fact that she still had her head buried in Airen's chest. Kay had to steel herself to look up into Airen's face, expecting to be pushed away.
Airen looked at her friend for a moment. "Y'know, chika, when most people go to the beach, they come back with a tan." The girl took her friend's chin in her hand and turned her face from side to side. "Spotty suits you."
Kay sniffled. "You don't think I'm contagious?"
The other female laughed. "I like the look on you." Airen looked over her friend again. Kay's smooth skin was dotted all over with spots in shades of blue and purple. The dots seemed to congregate on her cheekbones. Looking down at her friend's little hands—Kay was much smaller than Airen—Airen noticed that she had spots on the back of her hands too. "So...other than spots, what's new?"

Bakura Rain[3 chapters]
This is a StarMoon story. Seijoutai Priire/Sailor Asteroid reflects on life as it appears as well as her newfound love. (StarMoon is a Sailor Moon/Star War crossover.)

I looked up into his eyes and searched them, desperately. I couldn't find anything in him, save for acceptance. "You don't even know me," I said, my voice quietly desperate. "You don't know who I've been or what I've done or the evil things that I've been."
He shrugged. "It doesn’t matter. I'll take the good in you with the bad. It's part of who you are."
"But I don't think you know how much bad you're getting."
I turned away and freed myself. Standing up, I began to walk out into the rain.
"Priire..." he said.
My name spilling off his lips was like an intoxicating spell. I turned back to him and looked for a moment. He was silhouetted in the rain against the light colored palace wall. The distance between us was so short that he could have reached out and taken my arm, if he'd wanted to...but he didn't. He let me walk off.
It's times like this that I wish I knew what love was.

Professional Courtasy [4 chapters]
This is a StarMoon story. This story may not be appropriote for younger and more sensitvie readers. In it, bad people do VERY BAD THINGS to other bad people in a fairly graphic mannor. Two mercanaries from opposing groups form a kind of friendship that grows stronger when they meet agian later in life.

Breaking the path of a shaft of sunlight was a tall, dark figure. The reptilian skin armor that she wore seemed to be an outgrowth of her being more than it seemed to be clothes she wore. Tall boots crawled up her legs and clung to her powerful muscles. Coiled like a snake at her hip was a long whip complementing a dark blaster.
The blonde preferred understated power to outright displays, yet she couldn’t help but be awed by the sight of the tall warrior. If this was the one she’d heard of, then perhaps she’d found a worthy adversary. Taking an almost formal bow, the blonde shrugged off the cloak that had before then hid her from the view of her enemies. Underneath the cloak was a well-shaped body, blonde hair, and a mask. This mask did not—like the cloak—hide her nature from the others; it revealed her nature in its blue-black depths. It was a familiar mask to most people who had been trained to fear it. She suspected this warrior wouldn’t even break her powerful strides. In fact, the only one who reacted was the man who’d called forth the war demon. He smiled, fading back into the shadows.
Flipping a snake-like braid behind her shoulder, the warrior approached the girl. She stood in a position of relaxed defense, wondering how the warrior would attack. Upon closer inspection, the black haired woman’s hands and face were covered with the small sort of scars one acquires over the years. The eyes that were set in her near-perfect face were of the utmost interest to the masked mercenary. Eyes blacker than space that seemed to pull in all light from around them, throwing a decisively dark aurora around the warrior.
Neither spoke as they carefully circled each other. Black hair with vibrant green tips swayed with every sinewy motion as the other’s braided blonde hair hardly moved in its traditional ponytail. Suddenly their intricate dance became deadly. The dark haired warrior kicked at the masked mercenary, forcing the girl to duck. As the masked one went down, she lashed out with her own foot, near toppling the warrior.
It would not be that easy.

The Sky Is Blue Because It Misses The Moon
This is StarMoon alternate universe. In this universe, Priire and Kousotsu never fell in love. Priire gets accedentally zapped to Earth and falls in love with Mamoru. I got seriously flamed for this story. It's kind of stupid. But I like it anyway!

This was the line of thought he was traveling down when he saw the girl. He was surprised to see a Sailor Senshi. That’s what he was sure she was, but he could make almost nothing of what she wore. The girl rolled over and groaned. Mamoru was unable to leave anyone in such a state, especially a Senshi. He wondered for a moment if she might be evil, seeing as she had on a very dark Sailor suit. He decided to help her no matter what.
It looked as if this Senshi had just been in the fight of her life and lost. The girl moaned again and opened her eyes. They were sea green and troubled.
"You look awful," Mamoru said, giving her an encouraging smile.
"You," she croaked, then started again. "You should see the other guy."
Mamoru laughed. He was surprised that a girl who was so hurt she could hardly move could still joke around. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Sa…Sailor Asteroid, Senshi of stone, defense, and redemption. At your service…or I would be if I could get up." Her sea green eyes glazed over and her head rolled limply. Mamoru checked her pulse and breathing. She was still alive, but needed his help. Badly.

The Sky Is Dark Because The Stars Have Fallen
I wrote this after I got such horrible reactions to The Sky Is Blue. It closes off everything in a very final way. It's also StarMoon alternate universe.

The chime over the door sounded the arrival of new patrons. Priire casually let her eye wander over to see who it was. Restraining herself from a double take, Priire ate another spoonful of ice cream. She winced, however, when Haruka motioned to the people who had just walked in.
"Usagi! Minako! Over here!"
That was when Priire decided her day couldn’t possibly get any worse. First she’d gotten sent to this Force-forsaken galaxy, then she’d had run-ins with almost all of her old…were they friends? She didn’t know. What she did know was that she had to get out of there. Reaching out with her senses, she located a waitress with an unbalanced load. With a flick of her finger, she unsettled the load even more. Right on Usagi’s ondago-head.
In the resulting chaos, Priire slid out of the café. She put a hand into her backpack to make sure Solai hadn’t died of suffocation like he was sure would happen.
"Baby," he admonished. "This has got to stop. Whatever you’re running from is gonna catch ya."
Priire didn’t want to think about what would happen when it did.