What if they don’t want you back, Wilykat?
Thus he was content simply to kick off the bothersome black slippers and lie on top of the bed for the remainder of the night, allowing his thoughts to gnaw at his psyche.
His gaze eventually drifted to the mirror affixed to the wall atop the chest-of-drawers. He stared hard at this other twin, pale and uncertain, and chalked up the unfavorable countenance to a trick of the glass. What would it be like to have to look at that face for another month... another year... another few years? Wilykat shivered involuntarily for the third time since his arrival in Barim, then averted his eyes, gathering the rumpled clothing he had worn the day before and tossing it into the travel case previously inhabited by his ThunderCat uniform. He made for the door leading out of the room; his hand had barely grazed the handle when he became aware of a strange tapping sound.
The kitten paused, pricking his sharp ears. But, just like most mysterious noises, it disappeared the moment he began paying serious attention. Undaunted, he waited patiently for it to return. There it was again— it came from the window. A single small tap: not too loud to raise serious concern, but just loud enough to attract a solitary person in a quiet, barren chamber. And, from experience with secret coding to his sister, he was pretty sure he knew its source. Someone was throwing pebbles at the pane of glass.
His first thought was to run over and lift the blinds, but he halted. It could not be Wilykit; the rocks were being hurled haphazardly, with no apparent pattern. Besides, she would not have had any idea which window was his; and if she was well again and half as eager to see him as he was to see her, she would have chosen a more direct approach, like barreling through the Ministry until she located his room. If not Kit, then who wanted him to approach the window? Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him. He strode over and peeked through one of the narrow slats in the blinds. What he witnessed below was as outrageous as anything he had ever seen.
They were spread out across the plane of the town square in row after disorderly row. Suitcases, strange equipment, unfurled bedrolls, makeshift tents— all of a myriad of colors, and hundreds of even more colorful Latcrisians mingling among the mess. Some jabbered together excitedly, clouds of vapor from their mouths betraying the chilly morning temperature. Others slowly made their way and back from a person vending warm beverages, trying with painstaking care not to step on those still asleep on the ground, or, worse yet, spill their steaming drinks upon them. Still others ignored the hullabaloo, alone in their concentration with strange instruments clenched firmly in their hands. They seemed to stare back at him intently, with all the patience in the world. A few seconds later another small rock flew up at the window, and Wilykat could not help but blink and jerk backward as it rebounded harmlessly off the glass. Now he could see the person responsible: a wiry little fellow, with several wiry cohorts to help him scour the ground in search of more projectiles. The kitten could not understand. What were these fools trying to do? He adjusted the blinds ever so slightly, widening the slats a little more.
He noticed another man with what looked like binoculars pressed against his eyes. The man twisted a setting here and there, then all at once a triumphant cry leapt from his throat. He threw down the instrument and reached for another, aiming it along the same line of sight. Moments later, a brilliant flash of light erupted from the object in his hands.
A camera...?
The little camp below erupted into a mob scene as its inhabitants scrambled for their own photographic equipment, trampling the supine persons they had so fastidiously avoided just minutes before. Thousands of bright flashes pervaded Wilykat’s vision as he slammed the blinds completely shut. He still did not understand; they had not been very wide in the first place. Blinking and stunned, he backed away from the window as though it were a gate to hell. It couldn’t have been me they were waiting on. Those pebbles were meant for someone else’s window. A few just hit mine by mistake. No way they could have seen me... Why? Why why why?
He bolted from the room.
The young ThunderCat now stood in an open foyer. Four other bedrooms and three adjoining bathrooms were on this top floor. Forn was blessed with very extensive accommodations in the Ministry. The spiral staircase just ahead of the kitten led down to two other floors with many more rooms, none of which he had had the chance to explore as of yet. Eventually a scent wafted up to his nostrils where none had been previously: food. Good food, at that. Hunger won over trepidation, and he took off down the stairs.
A familiar voice in a friendly tone shouted down to him between floors. "The kitchen is up here, lad!"
How had Forn known? Wilykat headed back up. Somehow he had expected the kitchen to be on the ground floor, like it was at Cats Lair. His caretaker was waiting for him on the landing. "Good morning, sir."
"Good morning." He slapped a hand upon the boy’s back as he led him down the hallway. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you."
The Executive grinned, never second-guessing the lie. What impeccable manners this child has, he marveled. I wonder where and how he could have learned them? "You’re more than welcome, son. Now it’s time you had something to eat. I cannot stay for breakfast, as there are some important political matters that need my attention, but I will gladly introduce you to my family."
Somehow, Wilykat had forgotten that Forn would have a family to go with such a large domicile. His nervousness returned in waves. How would they react to him? "Do they know I’m here?"
"They know now. They are most eager to welcome you."
It sure did not appear that way as they entered the expansive kitchen. A tall, lovely woman tended to a multitude of pots and pans, all filled with tantalizing foods that sizzled and boiled; she pushed aside a lock of wavy orange hair now and then as she worked. Seated at a nearby table, set neatly for five, were two boys— one athletic, the other younger and fat— and a willowy girl. The boys’ attention was drawn to the wall to their left, which was actually a huge viewing-screen. They were taken by the images projected upon the flat monitor— some sort of program was on — their identical limey-yellow eyes transfixed and mouths agape, as though being hypnotized. The girl, obviously the eldest of them, paid no heed to the blaring screen, preening herself instead in a handheld mirror.
"Children, turn that off for a moment," Forn announced over the din. "It’s time you all met Wilykat."
It was done, and the silence that ensued made the ThunderCat wish that the viewing-screen was still on. The boys stared at him blankly, the girl eyed him with keen interest, and the woman smiled; but it was one of those very empty, misunderstanding smiles that offers no comfort to the one for which it is meant, and only serves to further disconcert. He shifted his eyes to the floor as the patriarch squeezed his tensed shoulder reassuringly. "In front of you is my wife, Merra. Over there is my elder son Cale, my younger son Tybus, and my daughter Satuu," he introduced, proceeding from left to right.
"Welcome to our home, Wilykat," the woman gushed in a dulcet tone, abandoning the cooking food to embrace the boy, whose arms hung limply at his sides. "I hope you’re hungry— though living here, you’ll probably never be again," she joked feebly.
"Culinary pursuits are Merra’s hobby," Forn explained. "So much so that she will not let me hire anyone to cook for us. But she is very good at what she does."
"Are you sure you will not have something before you go?" she addressed her husband. "You’re bound for another long day, to be sure."
"I shall be fine. Give my helping to the lad here," he answered, patting his new ward affectionately upon the back. "I best be going. Goodbye, children!"
"Goodbye, Father."
He pecked Merra on the cheek, smiled once more at the kitten, then turned on his heel and left. Kat stared after him a moment or two, until the woman’s hand alighted on his shoulder. "Have a seat with the others," she invited, pushing him toward the table. "Breakfast should be ready very soon."
He sat down directly across from the others, aware of their scrutinizing glances, and chanced a small, quiet hello.
"Hey," Cale replied affably. "Where are you from?"
"Thundera... but I live in a different part of Third Earth."
"Not anymore. You live with us now," Tybus stated matter-of-factly, turning the viewscreen back on and regarding Wilykat with a cold look before gluing his eyes to the program.
"Never mind him. He’s a brat and he knows it," the elder boy continued, straining to be heard as his brother raised the volume to an intolerable level in retaliation.
"Tybus! Turn that down!" his mother cried.
"How old are you?" Cale asked as the order was grudgingly carried out.
"Almost thirteen."
He nodded thoughtfully. "I’m about the same age as you, then. Satuu’s fourteen, and Tybus is eight."
At the mention of her name, the girl set down her mirror permanently to regard Wilykat. She had a face much like her mother’s: thin and sharp, with the large slanting eyes of her father, except hers were a deep green. Coupled with the indigenous pointed ears of the Latcrisian race, she looked more elfish than anyone else in her family did. The knowing, cryptic smile she gave the young ThunderCat disturbed him.
"Do you like it here in Latcris?"
Why is everyone so blasted concerned about that? "It’s fine," he answered the boy his age as patiently as possible. "But I’m really starting to miss home."
"Once you’ve had a chance to experience things here, you won’t give your home a second thought," Cale assured him with a grin.
"Besides, you can’t go back—"
"Shut up, Tybus!"
Now it was Satuu to the rescue. Still, enough had been spilt into the open. Wilykat shot a shocked, questioning look the siblings’ way. "I know your father thinks I belong here. Is he making that official?" He stared deep into the blank eyes of the middle child, the one to whom he thought he could best relate. "If my people were to come here, would I be allowed to return with them?"
"Breakfast is ready!" Merra’s voice flowed cheerily as she began transferring food to the table in large decorative bowls and platters. "I do not know how much of this you’re familiar with, Wilykat. Try some of everything; I promise you it’s all very good."
The mother’s assistance allowed Cale to dismiss his guest easily, and the kitten had no choice but to relent. He allowed the woman to place very generous amounts of the different concoctions upon his plate, and waited as the others helped themselves. Then, as they began to eat, he hesitatingly lifted his fork and joined them. Everything was very pleasing to the taste, but his fretful thoughts so distracted him that he found little satisfaction in the meal, and shoveled it down as though it might have been something revolting. He drew himself into as tight a posture as possible, shoulders hunched, with his eyes consistently downward. The program blared to his left; the family looked to him from time to time, and yet he would not glance up for a moment. After a while the nervous discomfort melted along with his hunger as his mind drifted here and there... so disillusioned was he that when he clattered his fork upon the empty plate and turned his gaze upwards, he expected Snarf— not Merra— to ask him if he wanted seconds. "No... thank you."
"I do!" young Tybus shouted, fairly ramming his plate under his mother’s nose.
"Patience, son!" Nevertheless, she obediently loaded it for him.
"Will my sister come to live here too?"
Wilykat blurted the question with a suddenness that surprised the woman more than it should have. "Oh... why, of course. Once she’s recovered," replied Merra distractedly.
"But I thought—"
"Never mind what you thought!" Satuu cut in sharply, elbowing Tybus in the ribs.
Cale laughed a little through his full mouth, and when he spoke he sounded strangely apprehensive. "That’s right, we both have sisters. I’d sure like to meet yours."
"What about everyone else?" continued the Thunderian. "Will I be able to—"
"Goodness! It’s time for the news!" Merra exclaimed. "Set the screen to the news channel, Tybus. Then the three of you had better prepare for school."
The three Latcrisian children stood, leaving everything on the table. "I’ll take you to the park when I get back, if you want," the middle child addressed his guest.
"All right."
They left the room as the news program came on. Another Latcrisian sitting at a desk began ranting away about new, motley developments. Wilykat stood from the table as well, picking up his plate and glass to take to the sink. "Oh, no! You don’t need to do that!" the woman halted him, taking the items from his hands and setting them in the ceramic basin herself.
It was a reflex action, and one that he thought conveyed good manners. "I— I always do," he objected, flustered.
She stared at him blankly for a moment. He could not decide if she was studying him or trying to concentrate on the newscaster’s words. "Well, it will be taken care of for now on. Everything will be taken care of," she finally spoke, turning to gather the remaining dishes. The kitten made a gesture as to assist her, but she brushed him off once more.
Awkwardly, he stood to one side, his hands clasped behind his back. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"No, nothing at all. Just make yourself comfortable. This is your home now, after all," she replied with a warm smile. It faded when she noticed the strained expression on his face. "It’s not so unpleasant around here, really. This is one of the finest living quarters you can find in Latcris. You could go swimming here if you want, or read some books. We have an extensive library, you know. Can you read, lad?" —he nodded— "That’s lovely. And don’t worry, we’ll soon enroll you in school as well. The administration says that they shall pay for your entire education. As far as you’d like to go." Her grin was sunnier than ever as she began to run water over the dishes she had transferred to the sink.
"Pay... does schooling cost a lot?" The contents of his stomach seemed to churn as the finality of his situation became more and more apparent.
"Oh yes. At least twenty years’ savings, and that’s just for the mediocre schools. But you shall attend our finest institutions with no thought of a debt or bill."
His eyes widened. "But what have I done to deserve it?"
"You needn’t worry yourself over that," she replied a few moments later in a just-be-grateful tone, adding a cleaning agent to the porcelain swamp murky with leftovers and grease.
They were silent thereafter. Merra sloshed the dishes about, cleansing them to mirror-shine perfection, while the young ThunderCat turned his attention to the news program she seemed to be ignoring. There was something about a fire, then a bad traffic accident, and then...
"Two young runaways from a distant continent, a male and female, were intercepted by Border Patrol Station Twelve yesterday." The bland speaker’s face suddenly lit up with the perverse excitement that came with broadcasting that which is completely unheard of. "Reliable sources inform us that the children were running away from their home for the second time when a storm inadvertently sent them in the direction of Latcris. The young boy, identified as Wilykat, is currently in the custody of Executive Forn, where he shall remain indefinitely. His sister, identified as Wilykit—"
A sudden crash diverted his shocked transfixion. He whirled about to see the shards of a former plate scattered around Merra’s feet. "Oh! How clumsy of me!" she cried, as loudly as though the boy had been standing in another room. "Please, would you fetch a dustpan and broom from the closet over there? Yes, that one. Be careful, dear... step around all that... there you go. Thank you."
He carefully swept the broken plate off the floor, just catching the announcer’s final words concerning him. "...remains sketchy, but more will soon follow."
"More?" he blurted, feeling exposed. "Why are they talking about us in the first place? What’s the big deal?" And why doesn’t she seem the least bit surprised? he wondered.
"People from other parts of Third Earth do not show up around here very often," she prattled smoothly, tousling his mane with a damp hand. "But there’s no need to worry. All that attention will dwindle very soon."
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