The Secret of Me

Jolly Rogers & Dresses...

When she was finished I was horrified and amazed all at once.

The puffy shirt stopped right above my knees, the white ruffles contrasting with the black outer skirt, the lace up corset, black with crimson ribbon, black and grey striped socks reached my knees, and the simple one strap, closed toe sandals, on my feet made me look innocent and pure, ribbons wrapped around my hands and wrists ending with a bow, my lips stained a dark hue of purple, almost black, my hair loosely hanging in waves around my face, making the bags under my eyes look darker and my eyes bigger, bluer and sadder.
I looked like a pirate and a princess.
A beautiful killer.
A fallen angel.
"Amazing." She said, her tail going back and forth with an excited sort of swish.
I couldn't breath, speak, blink, or think.
Just stare.
I was scary but beautiful.

"But you're missing something..." She whispered pacing around me, studying me carefully.
"Ah..." She said, her eyes softening, "We'll wait for that... you're too perfect..."
"What?" I say, finding my voice, "Wait for what?"
I was eager to become even more beautiful. An odd feeling, as for before, I could care less...

"Scars." She said simply, her eyes still soft, sad even.

I refrain from grabbing my side.
"I have scars... you just can't see them!" I say, slightly defensive.
"No." She says, quietly, "Not the ones I'm looking for."
She ends the conversation by sticking my katana into my hand.
"You'll need this." She says with a grin, any traces of sadness wiped away.
I take it, sticking it in the slit in the fabric of my dress, the one Kiti made especially for my sword.
We'd spent the entire night perfecting my new look, and the sun scrapes at the horizon.
"Now, the ships turn." She turns around, bending over, tail flicking back and forth, and when she stands she had four buckets of paint, two in each hand.
"Midnight blue, silver, black and some purple." She said, the buckets of paint lifted and slung them around like they had no weight.

"Okay." I say, taking a paint can from her, studying it.
"No, no, no." She said, removing the paint can from my grasp, and replaced it with a folded black cloth. "You design the Jolly Roger."
"Stay here while I go work out side. Think carefully." She said grinning, "The world will soon know that symbol... you want it to be good."
I nod, and as she leaves I beat the fabric open and in a sweep of black, it was laid out before me.

I then sit, and think.

Slowly, it form in my mind, along with a smile.

I dip my paintbrush into a small container of white paint, and begin to brush the black fabric with blots of white, red, yellow, orange, silver and blue.
I sat on my hunches, paint brush delicately in hand, dripping paint onto the floor, my eyes wide and watery.
On it, was the classic skull, but the skulls eyes, instead of empty, were shaded blue, atop the head, black hair and cat ears, there was a metal pipe behind the skull, it was aflame, finishing the X was a long sword, resembling my katana, on the end of the sword, stacked on one another were three hats. A strawhat, a orange cowboy hat, and a blue top hat with goggles on them.

They'd have to know.
The moment they see it.
They'll have to know.
They just have too.

I wipe my eyes and turn, opening the door, and freeze right before my foot hits the ground as Kiti screams, "STOP! NO! FREEZE!!! DON'T MOVE!"
She was standing on the main masts yard, the sun made her look like nothing more than a silhouette, she popped into a small cat and jumped to the top of the door, and placed a paw on me and I too turned into a small kitten, and was pulled onto the main mast's yard where she had stood moments before.
The sun that was disappearing along the horizon made the ship seem to glitter, the wet paint everywhere.
The main color was midnight blue. The railings where silver, and the masts were the same color. The deck itself, was dark purple, the sails were black striped silver.
It was coordinated with my outfit.
With me.
"Whoa..." I mew, wide eyed, Kiti takes her paw from my shoulder and we both bubble into a human form, sitting with our legs swinging back and forth on the yard. 
"Its pretty great, right?" She said, beaming with pride.
"Awe-inspiring." I say, sending her my classic small smile..
"Where's the Jolly Roger?" She asks, one ear bent.
"Drying." I say, in which she nods.

We sit there, basking in the setting sun, in our own thoughts and each others company. Just enjoying our peace, before our adventure... our life... begins.