Space Demons Don't Cry
And yet a boy he still is, I think to myself, hovering almost in mid-air above his bed. He murmurs something incoherently, turning on his side restlessly. I wonder what he's dreaming about. The shadows cast by the moon dance across his features, creating a deep feeling of eerieness.
I yearn to reach out to him and touch his face, to show my love through soft caresses. My hand begins to reach out to his face, my own eyes slightly glazed over. Tenchi mutters something, and I jerk, pulling my hand back as quick as a striking snake.
Ryoko, Ryoko... you're so weak now... my inner voice chides me. To fall for this weak earthling? You were once the most feared being in the universe... you had power. Real power. And it's all gone.
That was because of Kagato! I think to myself bitterly, tired of this war that always roars, an inner battle between my heart and my lust for power, for bloody victory. I'm not like than anymore. I'm not a killer anymore.
But do you forget, Ryoko? Do you forget the shrill cries of those you killed? The moans of those slowly bleeding to death? You didn't even have enough mercy to kill them quickly. How about the children? The ones your stained hands slew as easily as twisting an infant's neck? The blood, Ryoko. The blood. Remember the blood.
Shut up. Shut up. At times, I feel strange, almost talking to myself. I glance at the clock, which reads 3:12 AM. I stretch, still floating almost effortlessly above Tenchi's bed. My mouth opens wide in a yawn, catlike eyes half-closing. So tempting it is just to get into Tenchi's bed, nustle my head to his shoulder and fall to sleep. I doubt he would like that though...
I close my eyes, stretch my arms over my shoulders, and sigh contentedly.
Pulling my sleeve over my eyes, I realize it comes away wet. I was crying? I don't cry. Except. I cried when I thought Kagato was going to kill Tenchi.
3:20. Has time really passed that quickly? I could stare at my Tenchi all day and night, just dreaming of him. My Tenchi. My Tenchi.
Go to sleep, little Ryoko. It is past your bedtime. My golden eyes widen momentarily, then narrow. I know who it is.
Washu, just mind your own stupid business, I retort through our mind link, but begin to creep from Tenchi's room none the less. I feel the link shut down, and I make it to the door of Tenchi's room. I turn to glance at him for one last fleeting moment, an almost sad expression crossing my features. My Tenchi.
And I return to my place, for sleep and endless, horrible nightmares of blood, murder, and angry laughter.
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All roses have thorns.
~~Disclaimer
Eh.. I don't know what brought this on. So I felt like a good Tenchi fic! Even though this isn't good.. :-/ Anyway, I don't own Tenchi or anything associated with it, and I benefit no profit from it. Whew. There. Saved my butt. Not like I expected to get sued or nothin'....
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