Title: Where I Must Be
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Introspective Chisa background fic. o.o Chapter Two, this is. Chisa begins to learn the secret. Will she carry through? Well, yeah but it's a good question, nonetheless.
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All she had to do was ...
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The shrill beep of her computer shattered her dreams.
Chisa awoke with a deep sense of resentment, her brows furrowed as she groped blindly for her glasses. Spectacles were donned and pushed up the pudgy slant of her nose. She blinked, turned and stared at the glowing monitor.
She had e-mail?
Echoes dimmed into the pitter-patter of rain outside her window. Distantly, she was aware of the fact it was raining. No surprise there. Clambering out of her bed, she moved towards the computer, teddybear hugged to her chest. Her heart was thundering in her ribs, striving to escape the tight confines of bone, just like how she longed to escape her life.
Tentatively, Chisa opened the message and stared.
"Stupid." The invitation to a birthday party was ignored and she went back to sleep, curling up amidst the blankets and the music of the storm.
*beep*
Chisa opened a brown eye, her gaze accusatory.
*beep* -- *beepbeepbeep*
She began to count the number of times. One, two, three, four -- footsteps shook the hallway outside. She should get up and close the -
Silence.
Spam, Chisa told herself sagaciously. Her eye began to close once more. Sleep was imperative. There was another day of idiots to meet, another day filled with stupid people who would not understand the genius that existed within her. She -
*beep*
- should check her e-mail?
Silence.
No, sleep was better.
*beepbeepbeepbeep*
This was getting rather strange. Chisa rose cautiously, dismissing her mother's concerned hailing with a recalcitrant answer. She slid into the chair, whirled it forward to face the monitor. Words glowed on the screen, awaiting her touch. Chisa opened the first one.
-== We know how to do that. We know how you can join the Wired forever. == -
Slender brows rose incredulously.
-== Abandon your flesh. ==-
The words were meaningless, mere characters strung together in a disjointed fashion. They were no concrete explanations, nothing that Chisa could use. Nonetheless, the impatient clicking of a button heralded a secret. The e- mails were one and the same or so it seemed, short sentences to be contained within individual packages.
-==Your flesh is what inhibits you. =-
-== It it was traps your talent, what makes you a fettered bird. Destroy your flesh. ==-
-== Destroy your chains.==-
-== There is a way to escape into the Wired. We know how to do it. ==-
-== But you must trust us, Chisa. Will you trust us, your friends? Will you trust your only friends? We will not abandon you. ==-
-== We can teach you what to do. ==-
-== Will you let us free you? Will you let us teach you how to be a parted of the Wired? ==-
Chisa cogitated for a moment on the subject, studying the unfamilar address from which the message came. Her fingers danced elegantly over the keyboard, spelling her response. Chisa had no idea how to reply or who it was that answered her query. Each message came from a different source. Chisa chose one at random.
Clicked send.
~Fin
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A new moon leads me to
woods of dreams and I follow.
A new world waits for me;
my dream, my way.
-- "China Roses", Enya
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Introspective Chisa background fic. o.o Chapter Two, this is. Chisa begins to learn the secret. Will she carry through? Well, yeah but it's a good question, nonetheless.
* * *
All she had to do was ...
* * *
The shrill beep of her computer shattered her dreams.
Chisa awoke with a deep sense of resentment, her brows furrowed as she groped blindly for her glasses. Spectacles were donned and pushed up the pudgy slant of her nose. She blinked, turned and stared at the glowing monitor.
She had e-mail?
Echoes dimmed into the pitter-patter of rain outside her window. Distantly, she was aware of the fact it was raining. No surprise there. Clambering out of her bed, she moved towards the computer, teddybear hugged to her chest. Her heart was thundering in her ribs, striving to escape the tight confines of bone, just like how she longed to escape her life.
Tentatively, Chisa opened the message and stared.
"Stupid." The invitation to a birthday party was ignored and she went back to sleep, curling up amidst the blankets and the music of the storm.
*beep*
Chisa opened a brown eye, her gaze accusatory.
*beep* -- *beepbeepbeep*
She began to count the number of times. One, two, three, four -- footsteps shook the hallway outside. She should get up and close the -
Silence.
Spam, Chisa told herself sagaciously. Her eye began to close once more. Sleep was imperative. There was another day of idiots to meet, another day filled with stupid people who would not understand the genius that existed within her. She -
*beep*
- should check her e-mail?
Silence.
No, sleep was better.
*beepbeepbeepbeep*
This was getting rather strange. Chisa rose cautiously, dismissing her mother's concerned hailing with a recalcitrant answer. She slid into the chair, whirled it forward to face the monitor. Words glowed on the screen, awaiting her touch. Chisa opened the first one.
-== We know how to do that. We know how you can join the Wired forever. == -
Slender brows rose incredulously.
-== Abandon your flesh. ==-
The words were meaningless, mere characters strung together in a disjointed fashion. They were no concrete explanations, nothing that Chisa could use. Nonetheless, the impatient clicking of a button heralded a secret. The e- mails were one and the same or so it seemed, short sentences to be contained within individual packages.
-==Your flesh is what inhibits you. =-
-== It it was traps your talent, what makes you a fettered bird. Destroy your flesh. ==-
-== Destroy your chains.==-
-== There is a way to escape into the Wired. We know how to do it. ==-
-== But you must trust us, Chisa. Will you trust us, your friends? Will you trust your only friends? We will not abandon you. ==-
-== We can teach you what to do. ==-
-== Will you let us free you? Will you let us teach you how to be a parted of the Wired? ==-
Chisa cogitated for a moment on the subject, studying the unfamilar address from which the message came. Her fingers danced elegantly over the keyboard, spelling her response. Chisa had no idea how to reply or who it was that answered her query. Each message came from a different source. Chisa chose one at random.
Clicked send.
~Fin
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A new moon leads me to
woods of dreams and I follow.
A new world waits for me;
my dream, my way.
-- "China Roses", Enya