The interior of the plane was near death silent, that is, except for the deeply hypnotic pulsing of the advanced engines. Kuroko Sharai kept her thoughts to herself as she read through the files. But no matter what she read she could not get the thought out of her mind. For the last ten years Uiharu had been on Sakura Island. But her file was suspiciously void of information. Most of information was from school and her work with judgement. Even the information concerning the upgrade to Academy City's computer system was not mentioned. And massive folder of blank, Nothing…Nada…zip….Just the date of her disappearance and the new photos.
She groaned, rolled her head, seeing the digital clocking counting down the arrival time. Twenty five minutes….cracked her neck and signed off the computer and closed it. Doesn't make sense, she said, letting her eyes close and took a deep calming breath.
What the hell? She whispered, it played across her memories. Explosions, debris everywhere. Buildings collapsed, chunks of concrete crashing into smaller buildings. People covered in blood, screaming, running. Their faces drowning in terror. What the?! Her brow fretted. No..no…not this again. She dreamed.
The day Academy City had been attacked. Her heart pounded, her blood burned. Sissy! She screamed. She was hurt….having just transported another group of civilians out of danger. Something or someone struck her…she tumbled across the ground. Wounded, tired and weak, she struggled to her knees and looked down the avenue.
Mikoto Misaka, looking excited, emerged from the blast of a large explosion, a loud pain moaning reverberated like some massive beast, the sounds of flesh hitting like a heavy rain. Another loud explosion behind her, Kuroko Sharia looked over her shoulder, a building was collapsing towards her…her shoulders sank, great…she whispered.
She was too wounded and exhausted to teleport. This is it ..she thought, Sissy…I love you….then darkness.
She remembered heavy breathing, soft cooling breeze and her soft voice. I've got you….she said. Kuroko opened her eyes, finding her head on Mikoto's shoulder, Smelling her hair, Sissy? How did you……..she hesitated, her throat tightened. Something that shouldn't have been there, was there. Her eyes slowly opened wide as saucers. A deep seated realization of something she didn't want to know. her world spun around.
They moved like breathing, pulling in the air, and releasing it. Large leathery wings came out from her back. they spread like billowing sails of old trading ships. large thorn like protrusion, blue electricity traveled along the thin membrane, wrapped around them. Kuroko trembled, Sissy…ww why do you have…..her throat became tighter, so tight she couldn't finish her words.
I'm sorry Kuroko…I really am….
She felt Mikoto's arms pulling her close. Something she'd always wanted. Her soft wet mouth brushed the naked skin of her neck, arousing chills down her spine, warming her blood. Kuroko wanted to fall into her, to disappear become one with her, but something sharp scrapped her neck. She resisted and pulled away.
I'm sorry! kuroko…she remembered her words sounding as if she was about the cry…
NO! Sissy don't leave!….she screamed, her body awoke with a jerk…kicking the seat in front of her.
Crap! she gritted her teeth, glared up front. The three of them stared over their shoulders. The look of concern missing. They'd seen this before.
De Rais grinned like a serpent thinning his eyes, pleasant dreams I hope…the others laughed.
Go to hell…she growled.
You first…he replied, with a small laugh.
I don't think so…she took a deep breath, rubbed her hands over her face. Been awhile this I had that dream…she exhaled, leaned back in her seat. Grabbed the laptop sitting in the seat next to her and put it in her lap. She looked at the digital clock up front, counting down the time to arrival. Ten minutes…she opened the laptop and signed on.