A/N: Heyo peoples! Ki-Ki here with a new kigo fic just for you! Now I'm telling you now that this is a AU fic. Oh and for the first couple of chapters it will be formatted in a journal layout. just so you guys don't get confused. Well, happy reading!

Chapter 1: How it all started

June 19, 2002 Entry #1

Dear Journal:

My name is Victoria Goldstein. I'm 16 years old and I live in a genetic experimentation lab or what they, the scientists and government bitches, like to call it "St. Vincent's Home for the Gifted". The therapist lady that works at this place gave me this journal to write my thoughts and feelings in. She said I should also write about my past life too. I don't really want to write, but since i don't really feel like pissing the shrinks off, I'll write my little "autobiography". Hell! Maybe I could get it published once I get out of here! Not. Anyways, I guess I'll start off with when I was born.

I was born in Maplewood, Canada. A tiny little town in the middle of nowhere, left of lost and right next to long-gone. I don't remember much from my baby years. Just a few memories of my mother smiling and cooing. As for my father, he died when I was just 3 years old. Mother said it was a car accident, but, even at my young age, I knew he had overdosed on drugs. I was 2 when they started doing drugs. At first it was a line of cocaine or a shot of heroine once in a while. Then it got bad. They started smoking, shooting, snorting, hell even eating the drugs. A month after my 3rd birthday, father died. That's when we started moving around. We kept moving from hotel to hotel, it wasn't even an actual house. Soon enough, we ended up in a rundown hotel in America. It was in the sketchy side of South Los Angeles, California. I was 3, almost 4 years old, when my mother came home one night with an odd looking person, to say the least. After father died she always had men coming over. this one was different. He was tall, skinny, and had slick black hair, like you see in the secret agent movies. He wore black sunglasses, a black suit with a white shirt and black tie, and black dress shoes. I never saw his eyes because he never took his glasses off. Mother showed him in and pointed at me, who was sitting on the in the middle of the floor playing with Mr. Squizzy, my neon green and black stuffed lizard.

"That's her." she said, still pointing. The agent man walked towards me and stopped.

"She looks healthy. We'll take her." he said, still looking at me, who now had Mr. Squizzy's head in my mouth.

"Give me 1,150 and she is all yours." Mother rasped. She had walked over to me and was standing next to the agent man.

"Deal." He stated. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out, what looked like at the time, a lump of green papers with a man's head on each one. He quickly separate the lump and handed half of it to Mother. She quickly snatched it and stuffed it in her pocket. Then she began to pick up her stuff and put it into a suitcase. The man put the lump of papers back in his coat and pulled out a phone. He dialed a number and waited for his call to be answered.

"Hey, it's me. I got us another one." He paused.

"It's a girl, I'd say 3 to 4 years old. she is in decent health, a little skinny but she'll grow." Another pause.

"Yeah. Yeah. So, do you want me to bring her in or have one of the boys pick her up?" Pause.

"Okay. Okay. I'll have her there in a half hour 'er so." He hung up and placed the phone back into his coat pocket. He looked at Mother, who had just finished packing and was opening the front door.

"Ma'am, would you like to say goodbye to your child before we part ways?"

Mother sighed. Putting her suitcase down, she walked over to me. She picked me up and looked me in the eyes, "Be a good girl, Firefly. Mommy has some things she needs to do."

"You come back, mommy?"

"Yeah sweetie, Mommy will be back, but she's gonna be gone for a while. So be good for Mr. Smith, okay?" she said, her voice wavering.

"Otay Mommy!" I smiled. I threw my arms around her neck, dropping my stuffed lizard in the process.

"I love you, sweetie." she squeezed me.

" I wuv you too, Mommy!" I pulled away. Looking at her, I give her a big toothy smile. "Mommy?"

"What is it sweetie?"

"You get Midder Skissy?"

Mother chuckled, turning around and bending down to get the stuffed lizard. "Here yah go, sweetie." She smiled.

"Dank oo, Mommy!" I hugged the multicolored lizard.

Wiping a tear from her eye, "Mommy's gotta go now, sweetie. You be good, okay?" she said, turning to Mr. Smith.

"Otay, Mommy." She hugged me once more.

Giving me a kiss on my forehead, she hands me to Mr. Smith. Wiping away some tears, she walked to the door, picked up her suitcase, opened the door, and quickly left.

"Buh-bye Mommy!" I waved my hand, that just so happened to have my lizard in it, and threw him 3 feet. I stared at the stuffed lizard on the bed.

"oopies!" I looked at Mr. Smith and pointed at my lizard.

"You get Skissy?"

He sighed, picking up the lizard and handing it to me.

"Dank oo, Midder Smiff!" I smiled.

"Okay, kid. Let's go." He walked to the door, opened it, and walked through.

*** That's all for today's entry ***

E/N: So here's the first chapter! And just in case you're having a hard time following, Victoria is Shego. More explanations in the next chap! Pretty please read and review!