Title- MegaKat City Tails part six- Don't Bring Me Down
Author- Cheese Danish
Summary- A sort of acting epilogue to the continuing saga of Virginia Lynx and
Streak Phillips.
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Just a quick note- Be sure to read the up and comin' fic "The Unfinished
Symphony- A Tribute to Greg Bear's 'Blood Music'". It's gonna be good.
Cheese "Kit/Tigra/Look my in the eye...those aren't me eyes, mate"Danish
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Four Years Later-

     The leaves twist and hop as they fall. They twirl. They reflect the
lemon-meringue light of the rapidly setting December sun. The rays pan and shoot
off the golden surface of the tiny floating bodies. Finally, one by one, they touch
into the damp, hyper-green grass. They slowly soak up the moisture, turning from
bright gold to a dull brown, accenting the green highlights of the cemetery lawn.
The leaves blow with a sudden urgency as the cold wind tiptoes through, scaring
them away.
     Chance looks up into the sky. It is a soft grey at the top, and the clouds
taper off into neon pinks and purples as the sky collapses into the rapidly falling
orb of light on the horizon. Looking back toward the earth, he sees a dark stone
grave marker. On the small 4x6 plaque, there is only a date. June 6, 1996. Chance
removes an object from the plastic bag he is holding and places it on the cold
stone. As the sun glares in his eyes, he turns away and walks back across the wet
lawn, leaving only a single, pink, orange-tipped rose. 
     The one called Peace.


     "So, how does it feel?"
     "What?" Brent asks, looking up from a notebook. Jake plops onto the
couch with a bag of popcorn.
     "The fact that, in a matter of hours, you're going to ring in the Y2K?"
     Brent shrugs, bouncing his long, ebony locks of hair. "I'll be really excited
next year, ushering in the new millennium."
     Jake looks over Brent's shoulder. Brent hides what he has been working on
for the past few minutes.
     "Fine. I can't read your writing anyway."
     "If you must know, I am composing poetry."
     "Oh, c'mon...read it ta Uncky Jake." Jake grins and stuffs his face with
popcorn.
     "Uncky Ja....oh, alright." Brent sits up and turns to Jake. He looks
remarkably refined for a mere ten-year-old. He clears his throat, and begins, softly:
     "The wind has swept away the day
     Along with thoughts of you
     The heat, the light, the energy
     But I still feel renewed

     The day may be gone, but there is no dark
     Only another day
     But all I can think about is how much I miss the moon
     And the fact I can't have it either way.

     So now I must choose
     Between evil and good
     Although clear the choice should be

     If only I had 
     Somebody else
     To make this decision for me."

     Brent looks expectantly at Jake.
     "That's rather remarkable..."Jake says, for lack of a better comment. "Can I
ask you-"
     "I don't want to talk about it," Brent snaps. Jake shrugs.
     "Alright. But I'm here when you're ready."
     Brent smiles. "I know."

     
     Feral watches as the bright orange moon rises from the Sea. Tonight she is
rather sleepy, her waves soft and tide low. He gazes down the beach to the edge of
the water. The mellow marigold colour matches Gina's exactly. She begins to walk
back toward him, yet more sea shells in her arms. Since they had moved here, to
the edge of the land, Gina had been working on bringing the ocean into their
house. She insists that each is special in some way. He just countered that
everything was beautiful in its own way, and Gina had shot back with the answer,
"If I didn't think that, why would I have married you?" He hates it when she says
things that mean more than one thing at once like that. He just smiles and shakes
his head.
     "Wut's so funny?" Virginia stretches out into the sand next to him.
     He shrugs. "Nothing." He strokes her belly lightly, and she begins to purr
softly. "Have you seen the moon?" he asks.
     She lies her head on his knee. "Yeah. It's beautiful, ain't it?"
     Feral breathes of the salt air and smiles down at Gina. "That's what I was
thinking."
     Gina looks at her watch. "Only one hour until midnight."
     Feral smiles and looks at the moon, and hears only the sloshing of the
waves against the sand and Gina purring gently.
     I don't know...maybe it'll actually be alright.