Everyone… I'm really really sorry. I fell about a week ago, and cracked my right arm. I'm not supposed to twist it, so typing is a real pain in the arse. As such, Bionic's going to be put on delay until I get better. I'm really sorry about this. I wish more than anyone that my arm was better.
Until then, I leave you with this little interlude that has very little to do with Bionic… or anything, for that matter, since refuses to let me just leave a note saying "My arm's busted, be back later."
Interlude
Waya woke up with a stifled scream, jerking up and clutching his stomach. Beside him, Isumi groaned, shifting a little. "Waya…?"
Waya, trembling, ran his hands over his stomach. Still as flat as he remembered it. "I… I…"
Isumi sat up, wrapping an arm around Waya's waist, looking very molestable (in Waya's professional opinion), with his sleep-tousled hair and half-lidded eyes. "You okay?"
Waya turned, burying his face in Isumi's bare chest. "Oh God, it was horrible! Experiments! And Ogata! And I was pregnant!"
Isumi rubbed Waya's back, feeling the ridges of his spine. He ran a hand over his face and looked at the clock beside their shared bed. 2:17 AM. "Waya… come on, why don't we try to get back to sleep? We both have games in the Honinbo tournament tomorrow… it was just a dream. Come on…." He laid back down, pulling Waya with him. "It was just a dream."
"Just a dream," Waya repeated, letting Isumi pull him back into the bed. "A dream. Nothing more." He sighed, tucking his head under Isumi's chin and closing his eyes. "Sorry for waking you, Isumi. Night."
"Good night, Waya."
Not far away, but in a completely different universe, Waya curled up in his cell, a threadbare blanket around his body and a tiny smile on his lips as he dreamed about a place where he could sleep by Isumi's side and where Dorothy only existed in manga and anime.
