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Animorphs: The Only One	By : Clamina Category: A through F > Animorphs Views: 2771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Animorphs: The Only One
- 2-Chapter 2
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- 2
AN: Alright, so here's Chapter 2, just because. This is just Ax's POV of chapter one, but I promise there wont be two POV's for every chapter, that would just get boring.
Chapter 2
My Name is Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill. My human friends call me Ax. My parents and brother called me Aximili-kala, but I would prefer if you did not call me that.
I am sure you have already seen writings from my friends. All about the Yeerks, the invasion of Earth?
I am sad to say, that I am the only Andalite here on Earth, the only one who seems to care about the fate of this species.
It has been a couple of years since the Dome ship I was on was attacked up in Earth's orbit. Years, since I saw my home, my family.
My brother.
But I would never see Elfangor again. In a way, that is alright, because I know my brother would be proud of me. That, even though right now, my name was most likely being whispered up on the home-world, being called traitor or some variant, I feel as if I am doing the one thing Elfangor couldn't do, but had desperately wanted.
My friends do not know this, of course. They do not know, that by me pledging allegiance to a Prince not of my species, breaking the law of Seerow's Kindness over and over as I have...
That is my problem though, and it seems as if Earth might have been left by the Andalites anyways. They have not come yet, and I do know how long it takes to get from the Home planet to Earth via Z-space.
Should not have been this long.
It saddens me though, but I feel that is alright as well. Humans are an interesting species, and every time I believe to finally have an understanding of them, something changes my opinion once more. Andalites scientists could study humans for years, and most likely never understand them.
Or trust them, for that matter.
Right now, the Yeerks were quiet, no major plans to ruin for them. Therefore, my friends were taking the time to catch up on their school work and take time with their families.
Usual, Tobias keeps me company, preferring to sleep in a tree out in a small field. In case no one has told you, Tobias is a hawk. Of course he used to be human, but with the morphing powers comes some limitations, and the major one is not staying in morph for more than two hours.
Tobias broke that rule, and is now, permanently a hawk, a red-tail hawk to be specific. Andalites call those trapped in morph: nothlit. He is also my shorm or in the Human's tongue, best friend; he is also, by Earth standards at least, my nephew.
For now though, I was doing nothing it was almost two hours before 'The Young and the Restless' comes on the television, and frankly, I was quite bored. So, I headed out into the forest, running through the small pathways made by other animals, absorbing some of the nutrients from the grass and planets as I ran.
I was enjoying myself, concentrating on nothing but the ground and the areas in front and around me. There were too many things a bored mind could wander to, things I didn't want to think about in too great of detail.
A head of me was a large log draped across the path, most likely knocked down by the resent storm. A year ago I might not have made it, but I had grown..
I picked up speed, locked my main eyes on the log, quickly judging my speed and when to jump. Closer and closer it came until I kicked out my back legs, sending me up and over the log, landing a little roughly on the other side, but I had made it.
A distant voice rang out in my mind suddenly. I looked for one of my friends with my stalk eyes, catching sight of the osprey up above me. Marco then.
Tobias' meadow was just a head, and Marco would easily spot me from there, so I continued running until the clearing appeared ahead of me.
Coming to the center I scanned the sky for the osprey and only just a few short minutes Marco fluttered down onto the tree just ahead of me. Not as gracefully as Tobias, but then again, Marco lived as a human.
I was concerned though, out of all the Animorphs, Marco was the lest likely to come and see me for any other reason than a mission.
I asked him, watching as he fluttered onto the ground and began to demorph.
I was puzzled. It would be very unlike Jake, Rachel, Tobias or Cassie to abandon Marco, and I was here... or was that supposed to be a joke? One can never tell.
I had to point out,
Marco rolled his human eyes at me, something I have learned means exasperation in humans. So he was just joking then.
“I know man,” he replied once his beak formed a mouth and his vocal cords changed, “I didn't mean it literally. I'm bored, I have the house to myself, and everyone, but you and I, is busy. So, I figured I'd come out and see if you wanted to come to my house. We'll watch your soaps, have pizza, relax.”
Marco wanted to 'hang-out' with me? This was very odd. Marco never asked me to come over, not to have pizza and watch television together. That was something he did with Prince Jake. Tobias was always the one who did things like that, Cassie would invite me over only when she thought something was bothering me and she could tell (which, I'm ashamed to say, is more often than I'd like). Rachel was also one that was very unlikely to want to 'hang' with me, except the odd times when there was a long delay in missions and we spared together.
But Marco?
I realized that I had been staring as Marco was shifting uncomfortably.
I said, not sure if Marco was serious or another one of his jokes.
“No problem at all man. Seriously, come to my house. You must be bored too, being out here by yourself. And I have pizza!! You know, grease, cheese. And maybe, just maybe, I'll order some cinnabons.”
Oh well, I wouldn't want to be rude. Honestly.
So I began to morph, ignoring Marco's knowing laugh.
The flight to Marco's house was nice, quiet, but it had been a while sine I had been flying.
I should have realized how small Marco's room was, but I was so focused on the thought of cinnabons, well, if there are any Andalites reading this: if you have not experienced the sensations of eating with a human mouth, then you will never understand exactly how I feel about cinnabons.
But, it was too late. Marco and I were both demorphed. Before I had a chance to began my morph to human, Marco made me pause as he searched for clothing.
I watched him through my stalk eyes (my main had nothing to look at but the wall), starting to feel the claustrophobia creeping up on me.
Suddenly, Marco leaned forwards, pressing his hands against my back, holding himself up. Using me.
Perhaps, any self-respecting Andalite warrior would have felt offended at this. But, it was Marco. His colored skin stood out against my blue fur, and the body warmth penetrated through from his hands, and the slight touch of his abdomen to my side.
Marco stood there, for just a moment, before he reached and pulled out some clothing from the cabinet beside me, and moved back off the other side of the bed, allowing me to morph.
Morphing is never predictable. All the studies I have read say there is some sort of pattern to the morphing, but that the pattern depends on what part starts first, and even then, there are many various patterns leading off from there. To be honest, I have seen no pattern at all in my and my friends morphing, excluding Cassie who has a natural ability to morph.
Usually, I am very thankful when my legs are not the first to morph, but this time the morph started inside, particularly my two hearts stopping at once, and my third shrinking and speeding up as the rest of my torso began changing. That is the one part of morphing I will never get used to: the feeling of two out of my three life-giving organs just stop.
The last thing to change was my eyes but finally, I blinked as my vision adjusted to human sight and looked back over at Marco, who had already thrown his discarded clothes back on. He was staring at me so I smiled and said, “So, you mentioned something about Cinnamon buns?”
Marco laughed throwing me the clothes he gathered, “Yea, you are so lucky. The pizza place is selling cinnamon rolls now.” he replied, as he walked to the door. I quickly put them on and followed him, “And I'm sure, “ he continued as we walked down the stairs, something I'm still very uneasy about doing, “you already have a show in mind?”
“Oh yes,” I replied, concentrating on my foot-falls, “The Young and the Restless' will be on in twenty minutes,”
Oh wait..
“Of Earth's minutes.” I quickly finished, looking over at him through the corner of my eye.
“Oh, so close!” Marco exclaimed, grinning, “But Ax-man, seriously, they are every bodies minutes.”
I tried to hold back my amusement. Perhaps I had misjudged my relationship with Marco.
I headed towards the couch, and the television, while Marco went through a different doorway. Thankfully, Marco's remote was very similar to mine, so it was easy for me to flip through and find the channel I was looking for.
'The Young and Restless' wouldn't be on just yet, so I stared off at the screen, not really paying attention to what I was looking at (or around me for that matter). My mind began to wander, back to the one thing that was bothering me lately, and-
Two hands came down on my shoulders. All of my muscles tensed at once, the air left my lungs and before I even realized what was happening I was up, turned and staring straight at the laughing Marco.
I realized that I was holding the remote up defensively and I felt my face heat up, something I noticed happens when humans are embarrassed.
“Marco that was not fair.” I stated, a little grumpily. None of the humans managed to catch me by surprise, the only exception being Tobias on occasion, but then, they usually try while I'm in Andalite form.
“Oh but it was!” Marco crowed through his laughter, “That was brilliant! You jumped so high!” He had fallen beind the couch, laying on his back looking up me still laughing.
My embarrassment grew, and suddenly I felt like hitting him. I figured Marco wouldn't appreciate that, so instead, I sat the remote down and reached forwards. The object I grabbed is called a pillow, humans use them as a sort of head support while they sleep, why they have them on their couches I don't know, unless humans make a habit of not sleeping in their beds.
But the pillow was soft, perfect for..
WHOMP!
Hitting Marco right in the face.
He stopped laughing at least, “You... you..” he sputtered out.
“I what?” I asked him simply, grabbing the other pillow, noting that there was two more on the couch beside me.
Marco opened his mouth, perfect.
WHOMP!
I quickly grabbed the third one and threw it before he could recover hitting him once again right in the face. I grabbed the fourth, but Marco recovered by then and ducked out of my way.
“Alright Ax, you want war, you got one.” was all I heard before Marco jumped up throwing both of them towards me. With my human eyes, I could only focus on one, managed to dodge it, but the second pillow made me lose by balance and I fell to the floor. At least this time I had shelter.
I looked and the two pillows were right there, I could easily grab them. I looked towards the couch but couldn't see Marco. Silently, I crept forwards picking them up and sneaked towards the couch.
“Give up Aximili!” The sound of my full name made me pause. I quickly shook my self, ignored my suddenly pounding heart, “You'll never win!”
I was right in front of the couch, and somehow managed to climb up without Marco noticing, “We'll see.” I said quietly, grinning as Marco tensed, but two late for him as one right after the other I launched the pillows at him, but I didn't wait around and quickly hid back behind the chair.
“Oh, you little-!” Marco yelled frustratingly, and this time I laughed, I felt like an utter child by this point. Marco went silent and I became uneasy. A silent Marco was never good. Slowly I looked around the corner of the chair, trying to see him. Nothing.
Suddenly, this feeling crept up on me, but two late as a pillow hit me from behind. I almost lost my balance again, but managed to stand and looked down at him crouched on the floor.
“A HAH!!” Marco yelled, jumping as well, “I got you now!!”
And, curse him, he was right. Even if I tried to run, Marco had the only pillow and was in reach of the one he just threw at me.
So without thinking, I locked my eyes on the pillow in his hands and took a leap for it, knocking Marco off his feet once more and both of us fell back to the ground. Marco looked a little stunned, and I hoped to grab it from him, but humans are stronger than they look and he held on.
Marco clung to the pillow despite all my pulling, laughing as he yelled, “No, mine!” and “Get away!” at me. I felt the laughter build up in me. Some how we managed to get back to a sitting position, still wrestling over the pillow, when suddenly in one movement Marco threw it over his head, away from me, and tackled, knocking me onto my back.
Completely unprepared my head fell back into the floor, then back up and into Marco's. Spots appeared in my vision, and my head exploded in pain. Quickly, I closed my eyes tightly, willing the headache away. Finally, the pain stopped and I could open my eyes, only to see Marco staring straight down into mine.
My heart seemed to skip a beat, and I couldn't breath as I stared up at him.
“Uh.. sorry man.” He said finally, quickly getting off me, “Didn't think you'd hit the floor that hard.” He got to his feet, and helped me to mine before he moved to the door. I hadn't even noticed someone had come.
The pizza was great, as usual, the cinnamon buns were almost disappointing, I would have to make a point of going to the mall at some point. That's where the best cinnabons were.
But it had started getting late, and by now I was anxious to get away. So I made an excuse, something about Tobias, quickly demorphed, and morphed into osprey before leaving.
I scolded myself privately as I headed back towards my scoop. I was angry, angry at Marco, about being stuck on Earth, about being the only Andalite around in light-years.
Angry at myself mostly.
That small voice in the back of my head, the one that liked whispering the natural optimism all Analites were born with:
End Chapter 2
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