Later that night, Orenji stood in her room, starring through the window at
the starry sky, and picking the meat strands from her teeth. As she watched
the moon in its fullness, she remembered her ancestors and what they became
at the sight of the moon. She began to think of her mother, but erased the
thought quickly. It was not the time to be remembering such pain.
Suddenly, her mind went blank and her eyes lit up. Her body trembled and her head pounded in pain. She growled and dropped to the floor. Flashing images shot in her minds-eye, and there was a loud banging in her ears. It turned into a sound, like a voice only she could hear, a voice that sounded like a wild cat.
'Destruction…pain…suffering…evil…can't be stopped…can't be killed…she must destroy…always destroy…evil has a name?…Death…Malice…Murder…those names…
Who is he?…no!…he is evil…he is against us…Can't be stopped…must destroy…must kill…Death…Ma—
He's afraid…not a killer…not against you…teach him…show him…
No!…He'll kill us…
I am strong…he will die…for her…
She is Evil…destruction…Death…can't be killed…want's you…ORENJI-CHAN!!!'
1.1 "Ugh…Oh God…" She quivered as it began to fade.
"ORENJI-CHAN!" Ichigo burst through the doors and fell to her kneed at her companions aid, who lied bruised and bleeding. "Orenji! What happened? What's wrong!?"
Orenji tried to get up but fell again. "An attack! Something…someone…" Tears fall from her eyes in pain.
Ichigo looks at Orenji. "An attack? Some tried to kill you?" Orenji shook her head and clenched her teeth as the pain shot up her feeble body again. Ichigo paused. "Mental ones?" Orenji nodded. "Oh God, Orenji look at me." Orenji looks up with flaring white eyes. "Oh my God, your eyes…the same ones from training…You…You're psychic Orenji-chan…You see things others don't see…the future, other's thoughts, your—"
"Minds-eye." She said weakly, swallowing hard. It was time. Time for Ichigo-chan, the friend she'd known all her life, to know Orenji's secret. "I know." Ichigo's eyes widened. "I've had them all my life. I'd never thought you'd see them, but I guess I'm too late, huh? Sorry for not telling you…"
"All your life? You've been able to hear everyone's thoughts for eighteen years?"
"No. It's not telepathy. Something's making me see horrible things, like murder and evil. That's why I ran home from school that day in fifth grade, when I hadn't said anything. Remember on the news, the man that was killed? I saw it…The visions are getting stronger as I grow up, more violent. I don't know who's doing this, but I think I can see the future Ichigo."
Ichigo paused for a long time, holding her friend with a puzzled look on her face. "I thought you were dying. Are you telling me we're going to die in the future?"
Orenji staggered up and walked to the door, leaving Ichigo. She stopped at the door, her hand still quivering. "I don't know. Something's…coming, just be ready." And she left. Ichigo stared at the door, exasperated.
***
Later that night, Ichigo paced and paced around the kitchen. Orenji was gone, out in the forest no less. "What I am I going to do with her?" She sighed, "I think I need a drink…"
She went to the cupboard and pulled out a vintage bourbon and helped herself to a glass. "I knew someday I'd be drinking when I'm stressed…eh…" The stereo was playing Social Distortion's "It Could Have Been Me", and the words:
"You know these things that happen,
That's the way it's suppose to be.
And I can't help but wonder,
Don't ya know it coulda been me."
"I'm so there babe. How could I have ever argued with Orenji's taste in music…" Ichigo downed the glass unprofessionally. A crooked smile appeared on her face and an orange/red streak of pure intoxication formed on her nose and cheeks. "Ahhh…pure luv…well I g-guess I'll go watch some chick flicks then go ta sleeeep…" Ichigo falls on the couch, eyes still sparkling with bourbon.
She turned on the television and it boomed out, "Tonight on AMC: The Cell Games."
Ichigo sighed loudly. "For cryin' out loud! Have they played this shit not enough? I HATE history!"
The announcer came on the screen and announced Hercule's actions. "Ladies and Gentleman, Hercule has just claimed his victory even before the match! Cell seems a bit worried."
"Shut up bitch!" She squealed. "You talk to much and that fuck-face Hercule is jut a poor excuse!" She looked at Cell. "I can sure see his…" She looked at him closely, then burst out laughing in a drunken fit. She had never been so vulgar and impulsive in her life, let alone obscene.
She dropped to the ground and fell asleep.
***
Orenji stood up against a large oak tree with her arms crossed. 'Well this sucks,' she thought. 'I'm having nightmares of my past, psychic attacks, and Ichigo's drinking! I'm starting to crash down. I'm hurting Ichigo when I don't know I'm even doing it. It's my stupid emotions collided with my Saiyan instinct, and it comes out of me as a monster.' She opened her eyes, which were flaring white, and looked at a tree. The tree shook and swayed, cracking the ground. Suddenly it descended from the ground and hovered in the air. Orenji looked over the mountainside and the tree plundered over and crashed below. Orenji shrugged and closed her eyes again. 'It doesn't feel Saiyan though. It feels like I have…a blood-lusty urge to kill…Somehow a Saiyan on the outside, but on the inside…I'm evil or something…'
"EEEEIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
Orenji's eyes opened in just enough time to realize the danger before she was knocked to the ground in tight folded arms. Orenji gasped for breath and tries to move, but found she can't. She looked up in horror to find a pale lizard woman with a tail, black fingernails and lips, rose red hair and eyes, and a smile of pure joy.
"Oh my God…"
"Hey there Lemmy!"
"Hello Marija."
Suddenly, her mind went blank and her eyes lit up. Her body trembled and her head pounded in pain. She growled and dropped to the floor. Flashing images shot in her minds-eye, and there was a loud banging in her ears. It turned into a sound, like a voice only she could hear, a voice that sounded like a wild cat.
'Destruction…pain…suffering…evil…can't be stopped…can't be killed…she must destroy…always destroy…evil has a name?…Death…Malice…Murder…those names…
Who is he?…no!…he is evil…he is against us…Can't be stopped…must destroy…must kill…Death…Ma—
He's afraid…not a killer…not against you…teach him…show him…
No!…He'll kill us…
I am strong…he will die…for her…
She is Evil…destruction…Death…can't be killed…want's you…ORENJI-CHAN!!!'
1.1 "Ugh…Oh God…" She quivered as it began to fade.
"ORENJI-CHAN!" Ichigo burst through the doors and fell to her kneed at her companions aid, who lied bruised and bleeding. "Orenji! What happened? What's wrong!?"
Orenji tried to get up but fell again. "An attack! Something…someone…" Tears fall from her eyes in pain.
Ichigo looks at Orenji. "An attack? Some tried to kill you?" Orenji shook her head and clenched her teeth as the pain shot up her feeble body again. Ichigo paused. "Mental ones?" Orenji nodded. "Oh God, Orenji look at me." Orenji looks up with flaring white eyes. "Oh my God, your eyes…the same ones from training…You…You're psychic Orenji-chan…You see things others don't see…the future, other's thoughts, your—"
"Minds-eye." She said weakly, swallowing hard. It was time. Time for Ichigo-chan, the friend she'd known all her life, to know Orenji's secret. "I know." Ichigo's eyes widened. "I've had them all my life. I'd never thought you'd see them, but I guess I'm too late, huh? Sorry for not telling you…"
"All your life? You've been able to hear everyone's thoughts for eighteen years?"
"No. It's not telepathy. Something's making me see horrible things, like murder and evil. That's why I ran home from school that day in fifth grade, when I hadn't said anything. Remember on the news, the man that was killed? I saw it…The visions are getting stronger as I grow up, more violent. I don't know who's doing this, but I think I can see the future Ichigo."
Ichigo paused for a long time, holding her friend with a puzzled look on her face. "I thought you were dying. Are you telling me we're going to die in the future?"
Orenji staggered up and walked to the door, leaving Ichigo. She stopped at the door, her hand still quivering. "I don't know. Something's…coming, just be ready." And she left. Ichigo stared at the door, exasperated.
***
Later that night, Ichigo paced and paced around the kitchen. Orenji was gone, out in the forest no less. "What I am I going to do with her?" She sighed, "I think I need a drink…"
She went to the cupboard and pulled out a vintage bourbon and helped herself to a glass. "I knew someday I'd be drinking when I'm stressed…eh…" The stereo was playing Social Distortion's "It Could Have Been Me", and the words:
"You know these things that happen,
That's the way it's suppose to be.
And I can't help but wonder,
Don't ya know it coulda been me."
"I'm so there babe. How could I have ever argued with Orenji's taste in music…" Ichigo downed the glass unprofessionally. A crooked smile appeared on her face and an orange/red streak of pure intoxication formed on her nose and cheeks. "Ahhh…pure luv…well I g-guess I'll go watch some chick flicks then go ta sleeeep…" Ichigo falls on the couch, eyes still sparkling with bourbon.
She turned on the television and it boomed out, "Tonight on AMC: The Cell Games."
Ichigo sighed loudly. "For cryin' out loud! Have they played this shit not enough? I HATE history!"
The announcer came on the screen and announced Hercule's actions. "Ladies and Gentleman, Hercule has just claimed his victory even before the match! Cell seems a bit worried."
"Shut up bitch!" She squealed. "You talk to much and that fuck-face Hercule is jut a poor excuse!" She looked at Cell. "I can sure see his…" She looked at him closely, then burst out laughing in a drunken fit. She had never been so vulgar and impulsive in her life, let alone obscene.
She dropped to the ground and fell asleep.
***
Orenji stood up against a large oak tree with her arms crossed. 'Well this sucks,' she thought. 'I'm having nightmares of my past, psychic attacks, and Ichigo's drinking! I'm starting to crash down. I'm hurting Ichigo when I don't know I'm even doing it. It's my stupid emotions collided with my Saiyan instinct, and it comes out of me as a monster.' She opened her eyes, which were flaring white, and looked at a tree. The tree shook and swayed, cracking the ground. Suddenly it descended from the ground and hovered in the air. Orenji looked over the mountainside and the tree plundered over and crashed below. Orenji shrugged and closed her eyes again. 'It doesn't feel Saiyan though. It feels like I have…a blood-lusty urge to kill…Somehow a Saiyan on the outside, but on the inside…I'm evil or something…'
"EEEEIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
Orenji's eyes opened in just enough time to realize the danger before she was knocked to the ground in tight folded arms. Orenji gasped for breath and tries to move, but found she can't. She looked up in horror to find a pale lizard woman with a tail, black fingernails and lips, rose red hair and eyes, and a smile of pure joy.
"Oh my God…"
"Hey there Lemmy!"
"Hello Marija."
