Disclaimer!!  I don't own Nuku Nuku, so I won't even try to
pretend.  Translations for the Kyan at the end.
	If you have any questions on Kyan speech, contact me.
	Myrriden out


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	Romans:
	By Myrriden
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	When does a human become more then he is, when does a human accept
his true destiny?

	He doesn't really remember anything clearly of his past.  Most of
his earliest memories center around the vat of fluid that he lived in. He
remembers the sessions; to accustomize himself to pain, to use the pain as
a force against opponents.  To use pain and anger as a force to draw more
out of himself.
	His first true memories were those of looking, weightless, through
a thick glass tank, out into a carpeted room with scurrying white coats.
	He had looked at them with disintrest.  Nothing at the moment
interested him other then returning to sleep.  He cared for nothing, and
somehow that bothered him.  Suddenly pain rushed through his body as he
punched through the glass.  He couln't stand the emptyness anymore.  He
wanted more then this.  He ignored the strange feeling washing his body in
favor of watching the white coats flee in terror.  Not understanding why
they ran, and so dismissing them as umiportant, he looked about his new
home.
	Suddenly, fire stung his thigh.  He looked down, dimly noting that
this pain was different then the others.  This was more of a dull ache
then a sharp stab he was used to.  Yet it hurt much worse then the
multiple scrapes adorning his arms where he burst the glass.
	Ignoring the sharp warning sent to brain from his leg, he turned
to note his attackers.  He did not understand why they would try to hurt
him.  Perhaps this was a away of trying to anger him.  Another test?  he
wondered to himself.  They were three clumsy looking robots holding
rifles.  Though he recognized them as such, he couldn't understand where
the information came from.  Suddenly one began to speak through a filtered
audio.  He strained to understand the words.  Sighing, he realized they
meant nothing to him.
	Then the speaker fired another bullet, this one a warning shot.
Moving at speeds reveling the air speed of Mach II, he crunched through
the thick metal armor of the speaker.  He then turned on the others before
they had even acknowledged his prescence, desroying them without them
aware, giving them full mercy.
	Then he remembered running through the city streets, scared and
tired.  He didn't know how he had gotten onto the streets, but he knew his
body was slowly shutting itself down.  Pushing himself, he fianlly dropped
before a stoop of an apartment, completly wearied, unconcious.

	Beauty cannot be comprehended by one made for war.  He reached out
to touch the face above him; to assure himself he wasn't merely dreaming
again.  The face broke into a smile as his hand gently moved across it,
feeling it.  He sighed his pleasure.  The face grinned largely, baring
slight fangs inside its jaw.  It began to move, speaking.  Again he
struggled to understand the words.  
	After a second of gazing at him intently, the face lifted a hand,
and pointed at itself.  "Nuku Nuku,"  it said.  He realized it was telling
him its name.  It wanted his name.  Name?  He had no name.  So instead he
spoke the first thing that came ot his mind.  
	"Mako."  He said.  Mako, the word for a vagrant.  A wanderer.  He
knew this name was right.  He knew it deeply.  Mako also partially meant
fire. What was he, if not partially fire?
	The face smiled again, then disappeared.  He cried out, not
wanting it to go away.  Fears rushed in to claim him, until the face
appeared again, with soothing words.  He did not understand them, but he
enjoyed the way they rolled of its tongue and filled his ears with joy.
He spoke again, a word he understood dearly.   "Ranna."  he said to the
face.  Love.  It was simple, he was in love with this face.  The first
kind face he had seen since his freedom.  
	Nuku Nuku crooned to him,  lulling him to sleep with sweet words.
He could not comprehend them, but they felt good anyway.  "Ranna," he
murmures, falling to the warm darkness.

	Nuku Nuku leaned against the doorframe of Ryunosuke's room.  The
stranger had fallen asleep at last.  "Papa-San?"  she called out quietly.
He looked up from the dimmed monitor, the cherry from his cigarette
blaring brightly in the dark.  
	"How's our visitor?"  he asked, typing a few more strings, then
finally shutting the computer down.  
	Nuku Nuku beamed, "He's fine.  I don't think he knows Japanese,
because his name is strange.  He also kept saying Ranna."  A worried look
crossed her face, "I think he's sick or something, because he's frightened
whenever I try to leave.  Something's wrong with him Papa-san."
	"Don't worry, Nuku.  He'll be fine.  If he can't understand us,
then he'll learn our language."  He leaned against the doorway with her.
"You had better go to sleep.  School tomorrow."
	"Okay, Papa-san."  She beamed at him again, then disappeared.
Sighing, he went to his own bedroom.

	Mako awoke, startled.  He was on a soft bed next to something
warm.  Looking over, he saw the owner of the face, Nuku Nuku.  A woman.
Beauty.  "Ranna,"  he whispered.  Suddenly he was scared again.  She was
with him, but what if the white coats came to take him away again.  They
would begin torturing him, and hurting him.  He gathered himself into a
ball.  "Moka sient soi fa."  He whispered.  Help me, please.  Please oh
please, someone help me.
	"Nuku,"  he whispered,  No response.  "Nuku,"  he whispered again,
nudging her.  Her eyes opened.  "Moka sient soi fa."  
	"Nani?"  she asked.  He repeated her, trying to figure the word
out.
	"Nani?"  He asked her.  "Nani...Epapa!"  His excitement was
covered by a thrill of joy.  If he could get her to understand him.  Could
she protect him?  Would she protect him?
	He looked surprised when cat-like ears sprung up out of Nuku'
hair.  Delighted he touched them.  Nuku Nuku was processing information on
the language as fast as she could.  A language that centered on soft
syllables.  Finally she came across it.  An ancient, unused language named
Kyan.  Accessing some of the words, she said, "Who are you?"
	"Mako."  he replied without a thought.  "Mako."
	Mako.  A word with double meanings.  It meant both man of fire,
and vagrant.  It was also cross refrenced to Makako.  No information on
Makako was available.  "Mako,  I am Nuku Nuku.  Where are you from?"
	"Scary place.  People hurt.  They try make me resistant to pain,
but I break free.  Couldn't stand emptyness.  Needed...Ranna."
	Ranna.  Closely linked to the word Rannaro, which was the word for
God.  Ranna meant simply love.  Rannaro evidently meant a God of love.
Ranna was a very important Kyan word.  Many of the emotions centered
around it.  He had called her Ranna.  Was he in love with her, or did he
feel for her as she felt for her family.  "Ranna?"  she asked.  "Do you
love me?"
	He nodded emphatically, "First person who try to help.  You spoke
strangely, but your words were beautiful."  He yawned, "Now Mako go to
sleep.  Yienta, Shinna."  Laying his head back down, he slept.  Nuku
stayed awake wondering.

	When she woke again, she found that Mako was gone.  In his place
was a small note.  Several strange symbols were written on it, almost like
kanji, but very different then either Japanese or Chinese.  Accessing the
same information as before, she strained to read the message.
	Yienta, Shinna.  I am Mako, vagrant.  I must go.  Rannaro 
	be with	you, bless you.  I see you someday, but I not know when.
	Maybe when I more used to world.  Keep Ranna In heart always,
	Shinna.  Coshta.
		Smiling slightly, Nuku Nuku clutched the note, and went to
tell Papa-San.
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Mako-fire-filled boy, vagrant
Epapa- equivalent of What? and a Doh.  In some cases, 'Shut Up.'
Ranna-Love
Rannaro-God
Ranna Samma- God-like love
Yienta- Informal hello or goodbye.  Also a good morning, as it is used in
this case.
Shinna- sister; new found hope
Coshta- very formal good bye
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