La Feme Nikita~

[Ayame]

Allete was deep in thought. She thought she heard Renard say something, but then passed it off as someone talking in the movie. She'd decided to pinpoint the L'Ours that was related to her and snake down that bloodline until she found someone named Renard.

First of all, though, she had to remember who her L'Ours ancestor had been. She thought hard for a long moment, straining to recall all of the L'Ours that had been interwoven with the Boutin family line. With a snap of her fingers, she remembered. Draner, that was her ancestor's name!

Allete then skimmed through the bloodline, but couldn't remember anyone named Renard. But he had to be there somewhere, didn't he? Then again, there was no guarantee he was actually related to her. Maybe he was of a different L'Ours family tree.

She was pulled back to reality when the sound of her surname broke through her thoughts. She glanced up and realized that it was Renard who'd spoken. Focusing, she thought back and tried to discern what he'd said. Had he asked if Boutin was her surname? Yes, that must've been it.

"Ah... Mon nom de famille est Boutin, oui. Pourquoi? {Oh... My family name is Boutin, yes. Why?}"

[ωΘĿƒ]

Le Cyll had been listening quietly to the talk of bloodlines. He had no such bloodlines that hailed from France. All his ancestors were native wolf of the North American continent, and had been so for a very long time. As the legend goes, the Native Americans moved in and sealed a peace treaty in blood with the wolves, and they taught each others their secrets. From the wolves came strength and the will to survive on the land, and from the people came the ability to walk and speak with the throat instead of the mind.

Then the French and English came after a while and they duked it out for the better part of a century, after which the French and their abominable fur trading left... but not before they could imprint their culture and language into the natives.

Still, some of the French did know the wolves very well. He was sure his tribe had some French blood in it, but not him. He was pure. He had to be, if he was to be the next in line for his title as Chieftain.

..if he ever returned to claim that position, that was.

As he was thinking about this topic, a name came up, and that name stood out to him.

"I' ; m désolé, avez-vous dit Boutin ? ((I'm sorry, did you say Boutin?))"

That name... He knew that name. In the song of the ancestors there was the name of many a family, and that name stood out somehow...

Interesting.

[Anzeh]

"C'est ce que je pensais. Je demande parce que mon personnage suppléant eu un enfant avec quelqu'un de ce nom va de quelques milliers d'années."* They would probably think he was insane for saying something like that, but at this school, people being older than they looked or seemed was pretty much a recurring theme. He would be surprised if even half the people at this school were as old as they looked. Maybe mythical creatures just naturally looked young.

He wondered how to go on, and since he remembered something else interesting, he decided to continue. "Mon ainsi grand-père était si en colère contre elle, après tout, même si elle était un kitsune elle ont du sang loup et aucun accouplement d'affaires avec un chat..**

"Il se demande pourquoi elle n'aurait pas pu, comme son cousin, qui continua la lignée de race pure."*** None of this was particularly new to him, in fact Draner and him had lived it. It was their lives, after all.

*That's what I thought. I ask because my alternate personality had a child with someone by that name thousands of years ago.
**My Great GrandFather was so mad at her, after all, even though she was a kitsune she had wolf in her blood and a wolf had no business mating with a cat.
***He wondered why she couldn't be like her cousin, who continued the purebred lineage.

[Ayame]

Allete simply stared at Renard for a moment, her lips pursed as she took in what he'd said. Votre… personnalité alternative? {Your... alternate personality?}" she repeated dubiously.

It was odd to think that Renard and Draner could be the same person. She then realized with a frown that "Renard" backwards was Draner. So he wasn't lying.

She shook her head and turned back to Le Cyll, giving him a polite nod. "Oui, c'est correct. Mon nom de famille est Boutin. Est-ce que cela porte une signification pour vous, aussi? {Yes, that's right. My family name is Boutin. Does that carry a significance to you, as well?}"

It was sort of bizzare, Allete thought privately. What odd twist of fate would allow three people who were related so far back to meet in a movie theatre, of all things? A sudden thought occured to her, and her head shot around so that she could stare at Renard again.

"L'attente... fait ce moyen que vous êtes mon grand-grand-grand-grand-grand parent ou quelque chose? {Wait... does that mean you are my great-great-great-great-great grandparent or something?}"

[ωΘĿƒ]

Le Cyll shook his head, astonished. A cat that mated with a wolf? And the name Boutin. It did sound like a similar story he knew...

"Boutin était le nom de sang d'une famille dans ma tribu. Il y a bien longtemps, quand le Français est venu à notre nation, un loup est tombé amoureux d'un chat et la tribu était dans un tumulte. Le chat a été jeté hors de la tribu et le loup a été condamné pour déshonorer, mais l'enfant a été permis de vivre avec nous, et a eu une lignée à l'intérieur de de notre tribu. La famille entière est partie quand les Français ont été conduits par les Amériques, je croient, mais l'histoire demeure toujours. Le loup était un grand chef de clan avant que son déshonneur, et son nom soient devenus le nom de Boutin dans son manque de préserver la ligne de son sang. ((Boutin was the blood name of a family in my tribe. Long ago, when the French came to our nation, a wolf fell in love with a cat and the tribe was in an uproar. The cat was thrown out of the tribe and the wolf was condemned to dishonor, but the child was allowed to live with us, and had a lineage inside of our tribe. The entire family left when the French were driven from the Americas, I believe, but the story still remains. The wolf was a great chieftain before his dishonor, and his name became the name of Boutin in his failure to preserve the line of her blood.))"

The story was a relatively old one, as the French had not exactly even arrived at the time of this indecent. The family had been in the lineage so long that the bloodlines had mixed irreperably, as was a great dishonor to all the wolves involved.

A cat's blood... Le Cyll shuddered to think of it. He had not cat's blood, but he shared in this dishonor. His ancestors were the same of those that were this one wolf's. He bore the scorn of the other tribes if ever he were to return to his throne, and it was a stain not easily forgotten, even now after all this time.

But that meant... these two were part of that lineage. They were part Kludde and part of his tribe.

[Anzeh]

"Je suppose que oui."* Renard answered to the female's question about him being her great great great great great great granddad. Feeling sort of spontaneous, he smiled goofily and patted her head. "Wow, regardes combien tu as grandi!"**

He was wrenched from this by Le Cyll's story about the wolves and Kluddes. As the story went on a bit of a sweatdrop formed on his head, looking away with guilt that wasn't entirely his own. After all, he had no interest in females, and it wasn't his fault Draner fell truly, madly, and deeply in love with that Ccoa. In all honesty, he wasn't even sure what she saw in him. He loved cold and stuff like it...

With a guilty laugh he said "Alors, c'est comment les autres se rappeler que cette épreuve peu, hein ...?"***

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*I suppose so
**Wow, look at how much you've grown!
***So, that's how the others remembered that little ordeal, huh...?
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[ωΘĿƒ]

The wolf again snorted, showing his displeasure at the kitsune's sentiment.

"Naturellement qui est comment nous le voyons. Un respect si flagrant des bloodlines rend tous de nous coupables pour ce crime un antique… ((Of course that is how we see it. Such a blatant regard of bloodlines makes all of us guilty for this one ancient crime...))"

Composing himself, giving himself a small calming demeanor, he responded a bit more levelly this time.

"Le Kudde n'apprécient pas d'autres espèces. Elles sont inférieures et possèdent l'honneur et la dignité inférieurs que nous. Bien que cette sensibilité soit une je ne pratiquez pas mon individu, je néanmoins partagent la désapprobation pour ce qui s'est produit. Ce chieftain' ; le but de s un dans la vie était de maintenir les bloodlines purs. Il a échoué en se permettant d'être ainsi… a distrait. ((The Kudde do not appreciate other species. They are inferior and possess lower honor and dignity than us. Although this sensibility is one I do not practice my self, I nevertheless share the disapproval for what happened. That chieftain's one goal in life was to keep the bloodlines pure. He failed in allowing himself to be so... distracted."

The thought of it once again repulsed him. A cat... And an outsider. This was illegal in the highest degree. Although the Northern Tribes did have few crude, savage, and barbaric rituals that they carried out, this one of purifying the bloodlines had its own merit.

A divided bloodline meant divided loyalty, and this was intolerable if one must rule such a tribe. It was, after all, a pack of wolves... Weakness was eaten alive. Only a wolf could control other wolves. Not even the Native Americans were able to best the Northern Tribes all those years ago.

They instead formed a treaty, but they would much rather have enslaved the tribes... But such is the way of the North. Eat or be eaten. Show strength or let the wolves devour the weakness from your bones. It may be cruel, but it was effective. There were no weak wolves in the North.

[Ayame]

Allete listened to the mens' conversation silently, taking in every word and analyzing it. So... Renard had an alternate personality that was her grandmother from a few thousand years back, and she and Le Cyll were both his descendants? She sighed heavily, shaking her head. Bloodlines were confusing at the best of times, but this was just insane.

There was a brief pause in the conversation then, and she leapt in again. "Dittes vous-que Le Cyll et moi sont les descendants directs de vous, Renard? {Are you saying that Le Cyll and I are direct descendants of you, Renard?}" she asked uncertainly, trying to organize her thoughts.

It seemed a far stretch to ask that, but it was as intriguing as it was muddling. She hugged her legs to her chest, her brow furrowing. It was hard to imagine that she could be part Kludde and part Kitsune when she was a Ccoa, but if it was that far back in the bloodline, then surely it couldn't be impossible? She looked at the others with questioning eyes, wondering if they understood the tangles in their bloodline better than she did.

[Anzeh]

Renard sighed slightly, regrettin every bringing this up. All he had done was confuse himself, and perhaps ruined a friendship that could have been. You see, this was why he didn't listen to Draner much. He looked up slightly and shook his head in response to Allete's question. "No, I am your ancestor without a doubt, but not Le Cyll's. Le Cyll and I have a common ancestor though. I'm more like his... great great great uncle or something like that." He said in carefully constructed French.

Draner didn't appreciate the shame Le Cyll was trying to shovel on them. She was convinced he should be trying to act, she didn't know, more family like. Renard figured she should have expected this. Mom and Dad always told him about what had happened in the great north. Even though they too had been disappointed, they had been relatively linient. Relatively.

[ωΘĿƒ]

Le Cyll let the thoughts swirl about in his head before he realized the rather tense atmosphere, and shut them down.

It was strange, this. He had nearly forgotten that people down in the states did not appreciate his militaristic ideals. Of course, he had been raised on such ideals as life and death, and the glory of the hunt, and all those other silly, romantic thoughts of chivalry as seen by the eyes of the creatures of the sere north. But what was it all, really? Something of a ritual, to keep the life going while the world around them habitually died and was revived by the season's rotation. There was no real, solid reason for such thought - only a hope that came from it.

Le Cyll had been raised like this, but he also understood that it was all simply a useful way of thinking for where he had been. Now, he was no longer North. He was where the sun shined and the animals did not need to run from the weather. He was in... civilization.

And that thought bothered him more than any other, but he accepted and adapted to that. He was here now, and none of this doom and gloom would help him deal with the people around him.

"I'm sorry." He shrugged, after a long moment of thought. "I should be happy, shouldn't I? I've found myself family and friends among a strange world."

He did not comment on the actual horror of the legend, as that was still very much an issue, but better not to mention that... He did not need to bring up old wounds. After all, he was not directly affected. Not so far from home. It have been as if this whole thing was miles and ages away, which in reality it was.

"So I believe I've found something good here, not bad."

Le Cyll ceased to speak in french any longer, instead working with the language that he had most practice on recently, and needed the least amount of effort to use. He was thinking now, about many things, and also about how loud that voice was getting. It did not like any of this, but then again it was not involved in any way in this affair, was it?

This was not of concern to it, and it should understand that...

Looking briefly at the screen, Le Cyll noticed the young French girl on yet another mission that had gone horribly awry. Watching the screen for a moment, eh was eventually able to calm the high, piercing sound he heard.

There... Better.

[Ayame]

Allete blushed and nodded at Le Cyll's words. "You are correct, of course," she acknowledged, slipping easily into accented English. "We should be glad to know we have family, and yet here we are debating and complaining." She then continued to watch the movie in silence for a time, though not really paying attention to it.

She'd grown up with mother and her father in a small townhouse in Paris, and she'd never really gotten to know her family beyond that before she'd come to the school. That said, after meeting Renard and Le Cyll, it begged the question: how many other cousin, aunts, uncles and grandparents had she yet to meet?

Not that it particularly mattered; she wasn't likely to meet them anyway. Her own father had called her an abomination when he'd found out what she was, and what she could do. How would anyone else in his family take it? Her mother had said she didn't care, but Allete had seen straight through her lies--she'd been disgusted as well.

Allete pulled herself away from those thoughts, not wanting to shift in the middle of the cinema. To take her mind off her parents, she turned her thoughts onto the two men next to her.

They didn't care that she could turn into a cat. They didn't care that she could create a blizzard without batting an eyelash. This was where she belonged, she ascertained. These people--not just Renard and Le Cyll, but all the others at the school as well--they were her family now. There was no going back.

As morbid as that thought was, it cheered Allete considerably, and she returned to watching the movie with a slight smile on her face.

[Anzeh]

Renard was given a little shock as they stopped speaking French and slid into their accented english. The Kitsune flushed, since it took a little effort for him to go from French to English. French had been his native tongue ever since he was very small.

Even though his brain went from thinking and speaking in french to merely imputing and outputting English, his braingears made a lot of noise as they did so, as though grinding to a completely stop and then slowly starting up again with much less power and vigor. It was natural and what was to be expected of him. It was funny, a second ago he'd been complaining about how he was the youngest one here, and here he was, just learning that he was the oldest here by far--he just looked the youngest.

"Talking about this has made me feel so old..." Renard murmured in heavily accented English.

Then his attention returned to the screen and he watched, entranced by the language and action, until the credits began to roll and the movie ended, his stomach growling loudly in need of food.

[ωΘĿƒ]

Le Cyll smiled smugly, generally alright with how the situation had panned out. So he had family here... relatives. This was something he could live with. He did not know them, and they did not know him.

This was fine, he concluded. All fine. He had watched his movie, and he had found a place to rest; and now, even when this small outing had taken a turn in an unexpected direction, it had navigated itself quietly and without need to fight or flee or do anything of drastic measurements.

It had all ended... relatively well.

"This has been entertaining," the wolf went on, though weather he meant the movie or the conversation was debatable.

"We should do this again sometime, no?"

As he noticed the credits rolling, he prepared himself to leave.

No need to stay and wait for the outcome to veer in the wrong direction. He'd save that for another day.

"But now, I have things to attend to. Au revoir"

And with that, he left.

[Ayame]

"Oui," Allete agreed, nodding, "We should do this again sometime. For the time being, however, au revoir to you too, Le Cyll."

She watched him leave the theatre, smiling after him. It had been nice to meet family, no matter how distant, and she looked forward to getting to know him better.

Allete turned her gaze onto then Renard and laughed when she heard his stomach growl.

"You are hungry, no? As am I. So I suppose we should head our seperate directions now and get some supper."

She'd contemplated for a moment whether or not to ask him to dinner, but just because he was family didn't mean she had to force herself upon him. If he wanted her company, he would ask for it.

Allete got to her feet, shaking out her white-to-blue hair with one hand before smiling at Renard again. "Au revoir, grandpère."

[Anzeh]

Renard watched the credits for a little while, not even paying attention to the names rolling by. He was far too engrossed in the realization that he had other family besides his mother and father. The young Frenchie was pleased and frightened by that. How would they react to finding out how he was—that is to say, gay? Would they be as accepting as his parents had been? Or would they shun him and push him away? The only thing for it was to just watch and wait. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to say anything.

Le Cyll was the first one to rise and leave. Renard gave him a kind genuine smile and wished him Bonne nuit as he walked away. It was just him and Ayame now. But before many moments could pass she too stood and took her leave, letting a “Grandpere” fall from her lips on her way out. He rolled his eyes and chuckled before standing up as well and walking off. He had to get back to his dorm and get started on his homework after all.