Sunlight filters through the curtains and illuminates the dark room with its soft light. Against the far wall and facing the window is a four poster bed. It has dark blue trappings and its comforter is slightly rumpled with a lump in the middle. A hand appears from under the blankets, grabbing a digital clock from the bedside table.

""Fuck!" I growl and throw the clock back on the table. I hear a muffled 'thunk' and grin.

Then a loud and obnoxious beeping reaches my ears and my eyes narrow.

The loud noise grates on my last nerve.

I leap from the bed with a growl, pouncing on the plastic monstrosity with both hands with a satisfying 'crunch'. I pick up the broken remains and throw them against the wall.

I comb my hand through my hair with a sigh and fall back onto the bed. I drift off but snapshots of claws and blood flash through my mind, crushing what little peace further sleep offers. I shake the dark thoughts away and try to disentangle myself from the bed sheets.

My stomach suddenly lurches, the bed creaking as I leap up, and sheets falling to the floor as I rush to the bathroom.

"Ug…"

'I knew her cooking was bad but…'
Sweat drips down my face and I heave up burning bile.
I grip the toilet seat and try to breathe but instead choke on the smell.

I lean back and close my eyes. I sit there, my breath the only sound, for a few moments and then open my eyes. I try to stand and lean heavily against the wall. I try to focus on getting my shaking legs back under me and once the room stops spinning around me I lean over, carefully, and flush the toilet.

My legs wobble as the water swirls around and around…

I gulp down bile and shuffle over to the shower and turn on the water. Getting in I am hit by a blast of cold water, I jerk back, slamming against the back of the shower.

My legs choose then to give out on me and I fall, with a loud splash as I hit the bottom tiles. My head hits the side with a 'clunk that reverberates through my skull and my vision blurs.

As my vison clears, I slowly sit up, gingerly fingering the back of my head.

"Dammit…" I grumble as I sit here and let the cool water wash over me.

I reach up above my head, with my other hand, and grab the damn shampoo bottle. I pour a large amount onto my hair and begin to massage it into my scalp.

Wincing as I hit a sore spot.

I have been somewhere near to exhaustion for quite some time now

My eyes close as I massage my neck.

Though, that fact alone is not anything resembling an epiphany. I just returned from weeklong meditation in the mountains where I fasted until I could barely stand, so it made some sense.

"Hmm…" I finish scrubbing and stand up to rinse off.

'The exhaustion is explainable and for that matter so is the vomiting.'

I shrug dismissively.

Even if both are explainable, I should avoid aggravating it with over exertion. I don't want to run the risk of catching a Human Virus.

That would be unacceptable.

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I glare down at them but they continue to sizzle away in the pan.

I'm usually a competent cook!

I use the spatula in my right hand to turn them over, but still manage to break both yolks.

I breathe in through my nose and give up.

I scramble them instead.

Eggs, for some reason, I am totally at a loss with.

I pick up my plate and slide my breakfast onto it before sitting down at the table. I only pick at my food though, I'm hungry but suddenly the thought of scrambled eggs, again, isn't as appealing as it was when I saw the egg carton in the fridge.

Kind of like a certain 'relationship' as of late.

Sigh… It just isn't like it used to be…

Yamcha was always indecisive but lately his fickle nature just isn't as endearing.

I sigh and continue to pick at my plate, I'm a little disappointed with both of them but not yet willing give up on either just yet.

The soft pads of HIS bare feet are a little unnerving but I still don't turn immediately. I continue picking at my eggs instead and hope that he leaves me the hell alone.

I would be a called crazy since I'm not more wary around the man but I just really haven't been the same since Namek and all its craziness.

*Sigh*

Yamcha wasn't there and he doesn't understand but what frustrates me most is that he won't even try.