Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo is not mine.

Okay nothing to say except to my reviewer Priest. To Priest: You're entirely right. Have a nice day.

Silent tears ran down Tsunami's face. They were too late. Again. Crontal 4 was gone and so was Flame. There were 12 billion people on that planet…all gone.

"Tsunami?" Washu said softly.

Tsunami looked up at Washu. "Why don't you go to sleep? I'll run a search on the area. You need some sleep."

Tsunami went to her room in agreement. Words failed her. Again. They missed him again.

Tsunami tried to close her eyes. Sleep was unattainable. She sat up. "Damn." She said hitting the headboard of her bed. A box fell into her lap. "What the hell is this?" She said annoyed.

She opened it. Tsunami turned her head away. It was old pictures of Earth. She was able to pick up one picture. It was all of them and…Flame. Smiling like he was one of them. Like he belonged. Like that in 48 hours he would be in his room instead of destroying the planet.

Around him were the people he would be killing. With the exception of Sasami and Washu of course. Sasami. Tsunami reached out and touched her face. It was perhaps Sasami she missed the most. Sasami had died the most painful way that day.

Tsunami collapsed on her bed. Sleep came.

The warm air brushed back Sasami's hair as she ran. Ryo-Oki was catching up. She giggled as Ryo-Oki passed her and pounced on her head. She was stiff from standing in the picture that had taken Washu at least an hour to take.

Sasami danced in front of the lake admiring the way her hair waved around her. "I'll never cut my hair off." She told the lake.

"And you never should."

Sasami looked behind her. It was Flame. With those eyes. Those evil eyes that Sasami couldn't explain.

He was nice. Exceptionally nice. He complemented Sasami on everything she cooked. He teased Ayeka and Ryoko and took Tenchi's place as their new obsession. He was flawlessly beautiful that even Sasami took the time to admire him. His hair was the color of the sunset and his skin was the color of fresh olives. But it was his eyes. They were electric blue. With a false shine. When he laughed his eyes didn't warm up the way Tenchi's did. His were cold and solid steel. They often sent chills down Sasami's spine.

"I w-w-won't." Sasami managed.

Flame laughed. And his eyes remained cold blocks of steel. Electric steel.

He laughed the same way when he killed Ayeka.

Tsunami woke up. This dream. It was a prelude to the worse ones. Tsunami needed to get out of this ship.

She got up. The ship was docked at a Service Station so Tsunami got out. She walked in. As she was browsing thru the magazines she saw Frost. She went to say hi to him but he went outside. He pulled off a black wig to revile sunset hair. And he took out fire contacts. She already knew what color eyes he had.

Electric blue.

Oh well Frost didn't last long did he? Well he wasn't meant to. :-D.