Disclaimer: Kagato isn't mine. Which is a pity, cause I wouldn't have killed him off... (ducks as various things are thrown at her) ALRIGHT! Sheesh! Washu isn't mine either. Which is also a pity because... (looks around as she hears angry growls) Sorry, I'll continue with the disclaimer then? Alrighty.
Basically, they're not mine. People are gonna have a fit at me for playing Kagato as sympathetic (ducks again) but what can ya do? Who am I to stand in the way of my own creative genius? (is attacked by four dozen readers)
Alright, alright. Get a grip. I'll stop being so egotistical and get on with it just as long as you promise not to flame me.
Reviews are welcome. I might come up with a sequel.
Then again, I might not... ^_^ (And I REALLY must work on my titles!!)
I stand in the sub-space part of the Souja, my reflection bouncing off the glass around me. The entire ship is silent - even it's engines are quiet today.
I look down at my feet - to my own face that stares back at me. We stare at one another - my reflection and I - for quite some time. But then I begin to follow my reflection up, and before I know it I'm staring at her again.
Washu.
I let out a deep sigh and turn away for a moment. Some days I am more than happy that I encased her in glass and trapped her there. But then there are days like today, when I would come and stare at her for hours on end.
She was always an enigma to me - a problem to be solved. But I never managed to. She outsmarted me, time after time - humiliating me more than once. I hated her for that sometimes. That hate was partly what made me imprison her in the first place. But that was not all I felt for her. True, she may have been quick to prove me wrong and demonstrate that she was the professor and I was the lowly assistant. But then again, she was always there to back me up when my own experiments went wrong.
A slight smile crosses my face as I turn back to her. She looks so peaceful there - her eyes closed and her voice silent. That is not how it should be. She was always loud, laughing and joking. She used to interrupt me so many times - always while I was working on the most delicate of projects - another thing that made me hate her. She never seemed to do any work, and yet she managed to acheive so much.
I was jealous...
I still am.
I soon realised that she had intellect that far surpassed my own. This ship. Ryoko. The gems. Everything was her idea. I used to sit and think for hours about how to prove some new theory, but she? She would sit for the briefest of moments, thinking everything through and producing theories that I could never even dream about.
But she was rarely egotistical. When I asked her - those nights when her theories would keep her working on the ship until the first break of daylight - why she never bragged of her acheivements, she used to laugh at me.
'Genius' never need to tell themselves what they are,' she would say. I never understood her. Not until long after she was imprisoned.
I sigh again, my gaze moving back up to her face. Everything had been going so well. The Souja was almost finished. Ryoko was more than ready. My fists clench involuntarily as I remember what happened.
'Why did you have to...?' I start, not daring to finish the sentence even though I know that no-one will hear me. My voice echoes around the empty room. As always, I get no reply.
I was never able to kill her. She was a threat to me and she had to be dealt with. But, I could never bring myself to hurt her. I have tried. Oh yes. Many times I have tried to silence her forever.
And each time I have failed.
The memories of those sleepless nights - those nights when we would just talk - come back to haunt me even to this day. I remember how happy we were. And although that memory makes me weak, I live in hope that we might be that happy again.
(Author's note: Don't flame me, but just think about it... No-one ever thinks of Kagato as anything but the evil genius... Besides... I have a few more ideas about this... Wanna hear my theory on how Kagato outsmarted Washu? Then give me a good review and I'll keep writing!!)
Basically, they're not mine. People are gonna have a fit at me for playing Kagato as sympathetic (ducks again) but what can ya do? Who am I to stand in the way of my own creative genius? (is attacked by four dozen readers)
Alright, alright. Get a grip. I'll stop being so egotistical and get on with it just as long as you promise not to flame me.
Reviews are welcome. I might come up with a sequel.
Then again, I might not... ^_^ (And I REALLY must work on my titles!!)
I stand in the sub-space part of the Souja, my reflection bouncing off the glass around me. The entire ship is silent - even it's engines are quiet today.
I look down at my feet - to my own face that stares back at me. We stare at one another - my reflection and I - for quite some time. But then I begin to follow my reflection up, and before I know it I'm staring at her again.
Washu.
I let out a deep sigh and turn away for a moment. Some days I am more than happy that I encased her in glass and trapped her there. But then there are days like today, when I would come and stare at her for hours on end.
She was always an enigma to me - a problem to be solved. But I never managed to. She outsmarted me, time after time - humiliating me more than once. I hated her for that sometimes. That hate was partly what made me imprison her in the first place. But that was not all I felt for her. True, she may have been quick to prove me wrong and demonstrate that she was the professor and I was the lowly assistant. But then again, she was always there to back me up when my own experiments went wrong.
A slight smile crosses my face as I turn back to her. She looks so peaceful there - her eyes closed and her voice silent. That is not how it should be. She was always loud, laughing and joking. She used to interrupt me so many times - always while I was working on the most delicate of projects - another thing that made me hate her. She never seemed to do any work, and yet she managed to acheive so much.
I was jealous...
I still am.
I soon realised that she had intellect that far surpassed my own. This ship. Ryoko. The gems. Everything was her idea. I used to sit and think for hours about how to prove some new theory, but she? She would sit for the briefest of moments, thinking everything through and producing theories that I could never even dream about.
But she was rarely egotistical. When I asked her - those nights when her theories would keep her working on the ship until the first break of daylight - why she never bragged of her acheivements, she used to laugh at me.
'Genius' never need to tell themselves what they are,' she would say. I never understood her. Not until long after she was imprisoned.
I sigh again, my gaze moving back up to her face. Everything had been going so well. The Souja was almost finished. Ryoko was more than ready. My fists clench involuntarily as I remember what happened.
'Why did you have to...?' I start, not daring to finish the sentence even though I know that no-one will hear me. My voice echoes around the empty room. As always, I get no reply.
I was never able to kill her. She was a threat to me and she had to be dealt with. But, I could never bring myself to hurt her. I have tried. Oh yes. Many times I have tried to silence her forever.
And each time I have failed.
The memories of those sleepless nights - those nights when we would just talk - come back to haunt me even to this day. I remember how happy we were. And although that memory makes me weak, I live in hope that we might be that happy again.
(Author's note: Don't flame me, but just think about it... No-one ever thinks of Kagato as anything but the evil genius... Besides... I have a few more ideas about this... Wanna hear my theory on how Kagato outsmarted Washu? Then give me a good review and I'll keep writing!!)