Me: Okiedokie then, I made a different fic, seeing as Unrealistic Meetings probably isn't gonna go anywhere-I haven't gotten any reviews yet at ALL =_=' sooo I'm probably taking it down soon….unless you want me to continue it-if so, plz message or review and tell me so!! PLEASE!!

Ate Kitsunemo

"Stop it! Leave me alone!" A little girl was starting to tear up at what the neighborhood boys were calling her while pulling at her tail and ears. Ever since Ate Kitsunemo was an infant, she always sported some odd characteristics that weren't even close to hereditary-she was born with fox ears and a tail to match. She was frowned upon by society from the beginning of her life because of her differences.

"Who's gonna make us? Your Mom?", one of them taunted. Okay, that one hurt. Her mother had been shot and killed by a Marine when Ate was three. Now, being ten, you'd think she'd forgotten, right?

Wrong.

She's had enough of this teasing. She showed her teeth in a hideous snarl, flicked her ears back, and gave them a glare that would send a Marine running home to his mommy, let alone them. She growled, "Never. Talk. To. Me. Again." The kids stood there and stared like the idiots they were, before running away. Smart. She sighed as she watched them fade from her view.

'Momma…'

[~Present Day- 19 years old~]

Ate was alone in her shop/house cleaning what she could, her windows at this point. She paid close attention to her reflection more than the movement of her hand. 'Huh…', she thought. Her violet hair hung in layers around her upper arms, disturbed by a few strips of black. Her freckles had remained on the bridge of her nose and cheeks, getting only slightly darker. Her eyes, however, never changed a bit. A deep jade green, contrasting beautifully against her hair. 'I didn't know that I've changed this much.' She stopped cleaning to get ready for her trip into town that she had daily. She threw on her usual clothing- A spandex-like tank top, white T-shirt that reached just below her hips, and black baggy pants that resembled a pirate's. Of course she had yet to cover her tail and ears though…in a last resort, she grabbed a jet-black hat and white sweater, tying the sweater around her waist. She sighed. "Well…I wonder who's going to try and taunt me first?"

She slowly made her way into the streets that were crowded with people. No one noticed her because of the shadow from her hat covering her face. The weather was cloudy, windy, and warm. She had to hold onto her hat in order for it to stay on her protesting ears. Just her luck. The wind didn't agree.

It flew off, only to land in someone's face.

"OI! What the heck?!" He pried off the hat to reveal black hair, freckles, and an orange hat of his own.