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Me: took me longer than I expected.. .

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Chapter 10: Stormy Sunday

Tomiko awoke astounding herself when she barely peered at other eyes above her face. She knew who it was. She knew those eyes. Those calming green-gray eyes. Robespierre.

Her heart rate tripled and she tried to rise up but his hands..his hands..maybe pushed her back down. What was the meaning of this? The meaning of such? She hardly could figure. She could hardly figure too much. He said nothing..he said nothing..quiet...passive..as waiting for her to say a word. A word. What word?

Was she slowly going crazy? Was she slowly cracking up in her mind?

She almost forgot. She almost forgot. She did but it had to be pushed to her face again. Dr. Crusher came to her and began tending to her, again silent. SILENT! What the hell?!!

"Okaasan.." She paused herself. Calling out for that person?! Why now? Why revert back to tenderness? Why revert back to a child? Then it doubled up in her. NATSUMI!!

her breathing staggered and she began to fight some sort of battle knowing the outcomes of it. Robespierre merely stared, glazed at her. This wasn't like him to be bottled up..it wasn't the frenchman she'd known. Not that she'd known. Not that she cared...(she did!) but it crept her out. He was always the first to speak his mind and if he was prevented, he would fume about it to her..mostly.

This wasn't him. This wasn't him. And this wasn't home..No, not home. Could she actually get home? But what of Natsumi?

NATSUMI! Her mind and body screamed..but she couldn't obey them. Her freedom stripped away. Her freedom nothing to her anymore. Nothing..How hard could it all be? She had to fight..didn't she? She fought on..she struggled on.

Her arms began to flap wildly but Dr.Crusher had nothing of this disbehavior. She was instantly sedated. Like they had done before..like they had..

DAMN IT!

She cursed again to herself. A fool she'd been..but at least before she slipped under, she could see Robespierre. Robespierre..but..he wasn't to calm her raging thoughts. Nothing would for her.

Nothing..

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There it was..there it was...

Where was it?

Where was she? A dream? A dream? A DAMN DREAM?!!

Tomiko was standing up on solid ground. Nothing man-made. Nothing fake. Just real. In a yard..in front of a great white house. Home? No..this wasn't from memory. But she figured this was earth. She figured Earth was this. She figured maybe nothing had changed. Maybe nothing had.

Now this was a dream..a dream..and she got very tense. No it didn't have those jump rope girls singing that infamous rythme. There wasn't a Freddy..(no more Nightmare ON Elm street movies again.)..so no fear..

so no fear.

then..she was yanked to home again.

"TOMIKO!"

She woke up again panting, sweat dripped on her foreheads and cheeks. Her eyes were even watery. Nothing important. Nothing much so. Who's voice? Who's? Not Robespierre's...because she tilted her head seeing his slumped figure in the chair beside her bed. Eyes shut. Sleep. The lights had gone out. The lights were out..and the room was trying to stimulate darkness. The night. They did a good damn job of it. They did.

She then feeling that perhaps she was still asleep, sat up adjusting herself to the night of the room. "Tomiko." The voice whispered. It pulled her to look down.

"OH!" She cried in happiness gathering all relief and swipping away her sweat and hotness. Natsumi was there. Natsumi. That girl. That child. ! YEAH!

It felt up in her heart!

"Natsumi? Sweetie..? Why are you here..alone?-" She cooed softly relaxing the tense muscules.

"because...I wanted to see you. Because i did Miss Tomiko." The child declared proudly. Natsumi was just being so sweet..but..why was she alone like this?

But Tomiko calmed herself. "Don't you know this can be dangerous?"

"Do you?" She questioned extending a hand out to the child. Natsumi pulled back. The sudden closeness had vanished. "I can say that is sweet of you..but i think you should go back-" She almost reeled back herself..but something told her to keep out her aching arm.

"I want you to take me."

Tomiko's pupil widen, but dilated back.Such eerieness...Such.. She didn't need to be driving herself crazy like this. She always was the enemy but it had to be pushed aside. Natsumi took her hand and utimately dragged Tomiko off the bed and out the door. No thoughts of leaving actually struck her. Natsumi was the sign of her freedom. It was good enough for her.

No consequences to her. None to her actions. They wandered into the empty hallways. Surely this was a dream..and Natsumi was a guide..Tomiko cocked her head from side to side examining the surroundings. Empty. Pale. Bleak.

Natsumi was becoming quite the little leader. She was determinded. She was bold and had a lot of courage. Nothing struck this child. They entered away from the corridors into the holo-deck and a scene was already playing. Where was this going to? What reason? WHAT REASON?

Natsumi then did stop. The scene was blackness. The scene was dark and unlike anything she'd experience..almost scary..almost terrifiying..and almost striking..

Tomiko was frighten and thought it all to be surreal to the point that it actually hurt..it hurt..? IT HURT? She then jerked the child. This wasn't going back. This wasn't. Wasn't she, the grown-up suppose to be leading?!

"Natsumi..Natsumi..." She muttered the repeatings shaking the child and lifting her off the ground. Even though, they hadn't gone far into the holo-deck, it still was proudly impacted her.

The child refused any words. The child was MUTE! WHY?! Tomiko put the child back down and dragged the child half-heartedly through the exit and out into the hallway. Still emptyness.

Still so. Why was this so strongly on her? So strongly crushing her!

WHY?!

"Natsumi! Natsumi! We must go back!! C'mon!" Then something gripped her. It took her from the inside that she should leave. Run away. Run away. Just leave this be..go alone..but Tomiko was holding onto Natsumi refusing this. But she did start running and Natsumi came along. They ran down. They ran across. They ran through. But they still were no where near anything.

Tomiko sighed and pulled herself and the child to a crossway hiding while leaning against the wall. Natsumi buckled down to the ground with her knees pressed to her face.

Nothing could appease this. Nothing..but was this a dream? A dream? A dream? If it was..then she wanted to wake up from it!! Why couldn't she?!

Natsumi was silent. Still mute. Still alone in herself. Tomiko while panting, glazed at the child. The fragile image, the fragile figure of the child. Then it all came to her. She staggered away from the wall and flipped around then felt something crush her. She backed up against the other wall and began crying. This was a dream. A dirty dream.

They both couldn't speak. They both couldn't get away. There wasn't any choice for them both. There wasn't. There wasn't..

"TOMIKO!!!!!!!!"