Author's notes: Hahahaha! I'm a T/R kinda girl, but I must admit, I'm the cutest and the coolest girl there is! Heehee. Am I giving anything away...? ^^ BTW, Sareka is an older version of me with no style change or what-not.
Disclaimor: I own none of the Tenchi characters. I DO, howerver, own Sareka! yay!
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!Chapter Two!
:Lonely Past:
She sat in the shadows. Watching. She didn't talk. She just sat there on a stool in a corner of the room. Her eyes didn't blink. You would pretend she wasn't there, but you felt her eyes watching you. Following you. And when you looked at her, she wasn't staring at you. She was staring through you. Into you. Into your very soul.
However, that didn't keep her from interfering. When Aeka and Ryoko played tug-o-war with Tenchi as the rope, Sareka stood up and walked over to them from her corner. She took each of Tenchi's arms, and stared at him. She wouldn't move. Ryoko and Aeka wouldn't move either. Finally, Sareka said, "let go. He doesn't like it." And they let go. Tenchi gave Sareka a look of graditude, but she was already walking back to her stool in the corner. He followed her.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Is something bothering you? You...you don't talk."
Sareka smiled and shook her head.
"I'm just adjusting. Trying to figure out why I'm here." Tenchi let it at that, and didn't ask her anymore questions. And so it continued like that for a few days, her in the corner, not speaking. She wouldn't eat Sasami's food.
"I don't rely on others." So she heated TV dinners.
She wouldn't eat meat.
"Why call it meat? It's dead animal. Can't you call it by it's propor name?"
She couldn't understand why she was like this. She...wasn't a calm person. She was hyper. Outgoing. At least, she thought she was. She couldn't remember anything about her past. She remembered talking alot. Jumping alot. Tripping alot. But no memories of events. Nothing. Except...
She was sitting down. It wasn't dark. It was light outside. But she felt dark. And lonely. Her peers played in the open, with her watching. She didn't want to bother anyone. She didn't want to upset anyone's privacy of conversation. She felt unwelcomed...even though she hadn't talked to anyone. She was welcomed. But she didn't want to communicate. She was shy.
She felt the same way now. Where that memory took place, she didn't know. Or when. But it played over and over in her head as she sat in the corner. Tenchi had told Sareka that each of the girls had showed up mysteriously, not knowing anyone. Just like she did. But she didn't feel like a part of them. She felt...different. She didn't feel like she was a part of their social group. Until, one day...
"Good morning!" she said to the kitchen as she yawned and stretched. Everyone looked at her. She usually entered the kitchen quitely, and sat down by herself. She made her own breakfast. But today, she said, "Sasami, what are you making? I sure am hungry, at your food looks great!" Sasami was shocked.
"But I thought-"
"That I don't relay on others?" Sareka turned around. "I don't like to. But it looks like I'll be staying here for awhile. I'm adjusted. I'm ready to become one of you." There was silence as everyone thought about what she said. But Sareka turned back around and asked Sasami again what she was making for breakfast.
"Scrambled Eggs!" Sasami smiled. Sareka smiled too. And for once, in the back of her mind, she felt as if she belonged. Her lack of memory felt it. She knew that she had a lonely past...but she couldn't remember anything about it. She knew though, that she would find out.
And so the day continued like that. Sareka joined in on their conversations, and even sang kareoke with them. She may not have been as outgoing or involved as the others...but she was going to be.
She may have had a lonely past, but she wasn't going to have a lonely future.
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~Sareka~
Sometimes I feel as if I have a lonely past that I can't remember...when I was little I used to read at reccess because I didn't have friends. Maybe that's the lonely past I feel. But I feel another past, one I can't remember. Another lonely one. You know, lonely pasts are great when you're writing...^^
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Disclaimor: I own none of the Tenchi characters. I DO, howerver, own Sareka! yay!
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!Chapter Two!
:Lonely Past:
She sat in the shadows. Watching. She didn't talk. She just sat there on a stool in a corner of the room. Her eyes didn't blink. You would pretend she wasn't there, but you felt her eyes watching you. Following you. And when you looked at her, she wasn't staring at you. She was staring through you. Into you. Into your very soul.
However, that didn't keep her from interfering. When Aeka and Ryoko played tug-o-war with Tenchi as the rope, Sareka stood up and walked over to them from her corner. She took each of Tenchi's arms, and stared at him. She wouldn't move. Ryoko and Aeka wouldn't move either. Finally, Sareka said, "let go. He doesn't like it." And they let go. Tenchi gave Sareka a look of graditude, but she was already walking back to her stool in the corner. He followed her.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Is something bothering you? You...you don't talk."
Sareka smiled and shook her head.
"I'm just adjusting. Trying to figure out why I'm here." Tenchi let it at that, and didn't ask her anymore questions. And so it continued like that for a few days, her in the corner, not speaking. She wouldn't eat Sasami's food.
"I don't rely on others." So she heated TV dinners.
She wouldn't eat meat.
"Why call it meat? It's dead animal. Can't you call it by it's propor name?"
She couldn't understand why she was like this. She...wasn't a calm person. She was hyper. Outgoing. At least, she thought she was. She couldn't remember anything about her past. She remembered talking alot. Jumping alot. Tripping alot. But no memories of events. Nothing. Except...
She was sitting down. It wasn't dark. It was light outside. But she felt dark. And lonely. Her peers played in the open, with her watching. She didn't want to bother anyone. She didn't want to upset anyone's privacy of conversation. She felt unwelcomed...even though she hadn't talked to anyone. She was welcomed. But she didn't want to communicate. She was shy.
She felt the same way now. Where that memory took place, she didn't know. Or when. But it played over and over in her head as she sat in the corner. Tenchi had told Sareka that each of the girls had showed up mysteriously, not knowing anyone. Just like she did. But she didn't feel like a part of them. She felt...different. She didn't feel like she was a part of their social group. Until, one day...
"Good morning!" she said to the kitchen as she yawned and stretched. Everyone looked at her. She usually entered the kitchen quitely, and sat down by herself. She made her own breakfast. But today, she said, "Sasami, what are you making? I sure am hungry, at your food looks great!" Sasami was shocked.
"But I thought-"
"That I don't relay on others?" Sareka turned around. "I don't like to. But it looks like I'll be staying here for awhile. I'm adjusted. I'm ready to become one of you." There was silence as everyone thought about what she said. But Sareka turned back around and asked Sasami again what she was making for breakfast.
"Scrambled Eggs!" Sasami smiled. Sareka smiled too. And for once, in the back of her mind, she felt as if she belonged. Her lack of memory felt it. She knew that she had a lonely past...but she couldn't remember anything about it. She knew though, that she would find out.
And so the day continued like that. Sareka joined in on their conversations, and even sang kareoke with them. She may not have been as outgoing or involved as the others...but she was going to be.
She may have had a lonely past, but she wasn't going to have a lonely future.
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~Sareka~
Sometimes I feel as if I have a lonely past that I can't remember...when I was little I used to read at reccess because I didn't have friends. Maybe that's the lonely past I feel. But I feel another past, one I can't remember. Another lonely one. You know, lonely pasts are great when you're writing...^^
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