CHAPTER SEVEN: All the time in the world-insanity sets in
Nokia sat on a pedestal pouting seductively. She was clad in a toga of sorts that did not sit well with her as it sat very low, too low, but her job seemed to always pull her out of her comfort zone and since she wanted independence and something to fall back on should she ever wish to excuse herself from the Z fighters. She still did not trust any of them. She was in fact viewing the hyperbolic time chamber as a grand opportunity to find more about certain fighters' minds and personalities, she already knew a great deal just by observing them, but Piccolo worried her slightly, he knew too much, this she did not like. She wondered what she meant to do, after all, she had no purpose, no plan, she was simply playing them, but was there a reason? After all, if she wanted she could escape easily enough, so why was her guard forever up? She contemplated this as she changed poses every now an again, her expression shifting through it's seductive paces. She supposed she needed a back up plan, but what for? Sheme was happy, she was happy. She suddenly jumped. She was happy? She carefully ran over her thought processes, wondering just how she had come to such an absurd thought.
"Nokia! What are you doing?" She jumped violently, falling right off her perch and onto the floor, the thin white toga fluttering up to reveal her boxers. She hurriedly pulled it down.
Sally blinked, for a minute there Nokia had, she couldn't describe it, she just looked different, like she had slipped out of reality for a minute there. It was not often anything at all fazed Nokia; she had nerves of steel one never realised until one saw them. She frowned and offered her hand, The green haired model did not take it. She grinned to herself. Nokia's hair was indeed natural; she had cut off the blonde a few weeks ago.
Nokia got to her feet and blinked
"You ok girl?" Sally asked, she referred to Nokia as many things, always friendly. Nokia rubbed her forehead with her hand
"I dunno, I think I have a bug or something, it's breaking my concentration" the lies flowed easily though her lips. Robert nodded
"Well we don't want you looking like a wreck on the front cover of a magazine, take the week off" of this was exactly what Nokia wanted; space, freedom, and alone time. She changed her clothes quickly and hurried into the street, with her hair hidden under a baseball cap.
Tien wondered whether Miko would indeed call him to come get her. She could still barely fly and would normally wait for him on a roof or the outskirts of town. Strangely enough on rare occasions she flew like a pro, but normally she would end up leaving large craters or simply not getting off the ground. He listened inside for the sound of the phone. There was a blunt pain to his lower jaw, he blinked and signalled a break. Yamcha shrugged and wandered inside, no doubt to ring his latest girlfriend. He had confided in Tien that he was highly interested in Miko, of course, this bothered Tien, he told himself it was simply because he was worried for Miko, Yamcha was known as a player. But when he really thought about it there were two reasons, neither of which he would admit, firstly, he was worried about Yamcha, he knew deep down that Miko was not one to trust, she could be deliberately inviting it for some revenge she was planning, he was slowly learning that she had a real taste for revenge, he also had a feeling that she had actually had a run in with Piccolo, though he doubted she was the one who came off second best. He sat down on the sand to consider. The other and even harder one to admit, and the main reason he would not admit the first was that deep down, every now and again, he saw a tiny flicker of a real person in her golden eyes, he found himself not just attracted to her physically, and there were few of the male Z fighters who had seen her out of the baggy combats and bulky shirts that could say they weren't, but emotionally he felt a connection, something powerful, and however cliché it sounded to him and most likely would to her, profound. He wondered if she even knew she had a soul, for surely it must be there. However she hid it. He knew she was playing them now, but it seemed so natural he doubted his perceptions more than once a day. He wondered what it was like to be constantly on guard, forever thinking through the options and how they would result. He sighed heavily and stood up, pushing these confusing thoughts down to the pit of his stomach and resuming his training alone
Miko sighed, she was sitting cross legged on top of the highest building she could find. It overlooked the whole city, shaped like a huge disk set on a narrow tower, much like a metal grey version of the lookout. She sighed again, looking at the dying sun, she had been an hour on the very lip of the roof already and her thoughts had gotten her nowhere except a confused mess. She suddenly felt the urge to throw herself off the edge just for the thrill of it. She blinked a few times. She hadn't seen Sheme all day, in some ways now that so many other things were crowding in on her life it became harder to look after him as she used to. She took him out every day for a few hours but it was not the same, he was the only factor in her life that stopped her from doing just what she had found herself thinking of before. She thought carefully through everything and found no reason to be the way she was, except...
She was.
She took a deep breath.
And stepped over the edge.
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Author's note: Didn't see THAT one coming did ya?
Review and tell me what you think.
Nokia sat on a pedestal pouting seductively. She was clad in a toga of sorts that did not sit well with her as it sat very low, too low, but her job seemed to always pull her out of her comfort zone and since she wanted independence and something to fall back on should she ever wish to excuse herself from the Z fighters. She still did not trust any of them. She was in fact viewing the hyperbolic time chamber as a grand opportunity to find more about certain fighters' minds and personalities, she already knew a great deal just by observing them, but Piccolo worried her slightly, he knew too much, this she did not like. She wondered what she meant to do, after all, she had no purpose, no plan, she was simply playing them, but was there a reason? After all, if she wanted she could escape easily enough, so why was her guard forever up? She contemplated this as she changed poses every now an again, her expression shifting through it's seductive paces. She supposed she needed a back up plan, but what for? Sheme was happy, she was happy. She suddenly jumped. She was happy? She carefully ran over her thought processes, wondering just how she had come to such an absurd thought.
"Nokia! What are you doing?" She jumped violently, falling right off her perch and onto the floor, the thin white toga fluttering up to reveal her boxers. She hurriedly pulled it down.
Sally blinked, for a minute there Nokia had, she couldn't describe it, she just looked different, like she had slipped out of reality for a minute there. It was not often anything at all fazed Nokia; she had nerves of steel one never realised until one saw them. She frowned and offered her hand, The green haired model did not take it. She grinned to herself. Nokia's hair was indeed natural; she had cut off the blonde a few weeks ago.
Nokia got to her feet and blinked
"You ok girl?" Sally asked, she referred to Nokia as many things, always friendly. Nokia rubbed her forehead with her hand
"I dunno, I think I have a bug or something, it's breaking my concentration" the lies flowed easily though her lips. Robert nodded
"Well we don't want you looking like a wreck on the front cover of a magazine, take the week off" of this was exactly what Nokia wanted; space, freedom, and alone time. She changed her clothes quickly and hurried into the street, with her hair hidden under a baseball cap.
Tien wondered whether Miko would indeed call him to come get her. She could still barely fly and would normally wait for him on a roof or the outskirts of town. Strangely enough on rare occasions she flew like a pro, but normally she would end up leaving large craters or simply not getting off the ground. He listened inside for the sound of the phone. There was a blunt pain to his lower jaw, he blinked and signalled a break. Yamcha shrugged and wandered inside, no doubt to ring his latest girlfriend. He had confided in Tien that he was highly interested in Miko, of course, this bothered Tien, he told himself it was simply because he was worried for Miko, Yamcha was known as a player. But when he really thought about it there were two reasons, neither of which he would admit, firstly, he was worried about Yamcha, he knew deep down that Miko was not one to trust, she could be deliberately inviting it for some revenge she was planning, he was slowly learning that she had a real taste for revenge, he also had a feeling that she had actually had a run in with Piccolo, though he doubted she was the one who came off second best. He sat down on the sand to consider. The other and even harder one to admit, and the main reason he would not admit the first was that deep down, every now and again, he saw a tiny flicker of a real person in her golden eyes, he found himself not just attracted to her physically, and there were few of the male Z fighters who had seen her out of the baggy combats and bulky shirts that could say they weren't, but emotionally he felt a connection, something powerful, and however cliché it sounded to him and most likely would to her, profound. He wondered if she even knew she had a soul, for surely it must be there. However she hid it. He knew she was playing them now, but it seemed so natural he doubted his perceptions more than once a day. He wondered what it was like to be constantly on guard, forever thinking through the options and how they would result. He sighed heavily and stood up, pushing these confusing thoughts down to the pit of his stomach and resuming his training alone
Miko sighed, she was sitting cross legged on top of the highest building she could find. It overlooked the whole city, shaped like a huge disk set on a narrow tower, much like a metal grey version of the lookout. She sighed again, looking at the dying sun, she had been an hour on the very lip of the roof already and her thoughts had gotten her nowhere except a confused mess. She suddenly felt the urge to throw herself off the edge just for the thrill of it. She blinked a few times. She hadn't seen Sheme all day, in some ways now that so many other things were crowding in on her life it became harder to look after him as she used to. She took him out every day for a few hours but it was not the same, he was the only factor in her life that stopped her from doing just what she had found herself thinking of before. She thought carefully through everything and found no reason to be the way she was, except...
She was.
She took a deep breath.
And stepped over the edge.
~~~~~~~~~
Author's note: Didn't see THAT one coming did ya?
Review and tell me what you think.