Upon Angel's Wings: Part 1 Washu's Visions
Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo is copyrighted by AIC-Pioneer LDC. All characters from Tenchi Muyo belong to Pioneer and not myself. The Character Lance was created and is owned by myself. Feel free to use him in your own fan fics if you want just e-mail me about doing so. The history of Kagatou and Lance as well as the ancient history of Jurai are also my own ideas feel free to use them as well.
Once more Washu found herself adrift in the realm of dreams. She had always hated the times that she fell asleep not just for the fact that it kept her from precious moments inventing, but also that she had the same dream. Yes, this was just like the same thing she encountered every time she fell asleep, the same barren windswept landscape of some godforsaken realm in subspace. The monotonous sounds of the howling gales that shaped the dusty dunes in an endless cycle. And finally that large, green, crystalline pod sticking halfway out of the ground. She had many times gone to that pod, and examined it. Almost immediately she could tell what it was: a 467 version of an Almedian capture crystal. She would spend was seemed to be hours studying it, looking through the thick glassy surface at the silhouette interred within. She knew it was a man, she could feel that for sure in her mind's eye. She could also feel as if this man had some significance to her. She could almost feel the thoughts and emotions coursing through this being. They were quite average for one suffering such a fate as he was. Feelings of hate, uncertainty, anguish, spite, and resolution. Strangely, she could feel a great power within this man, she knew that he could easily shatter this prison of his and wondered if he was unaware of it.
Suddenly, the ground shifted and a vast vortex of energy began to spiral above. The vortex began to dislodge the pod, it drew it into itself and she was taken along with it. ...Blackness.. What this was, she assumed was the occasional dimensional rift in which subspace dimensions intersected with standard space. Suddenly, light enveloped the both of them as they emerged from this wormhole. The pod seemed to draw her near as she notice that the trip had caused a few minute fissures on its smooth glassy surface. The small spider webs of cracks began to spread over the pod, as small chunks broke free of the larger mass. With a final shattering, the pod fell apart, the terran man drifting free from its clutches.
The man was of excellent physical shape and was quite attractive to boot. He was nude, an odd thing being that most prisoners were not exiled nude anymore. That added embarrassment was deemed cruel and ended 700 years ago. His eyes opened slowly as he turned to face her. As he maneuvered himself to her direction, long strands of platinum hair trailed with his movements. His eyes were quite interesting indeed, yellow globes with jade irises. Yellow orbs, a shiver ran down her spine from the sight. The only person she had encountered with such a unique physical feature was her most devoted and last pupil, Kagatou.. A forlorn look was over his face as he looked at her. This would be the point where the dream would end but strangely, it continued. He silently mouthed two words to her, "forgive" and "me." Then his features changed, they twisted and reformed to become those of her renegade student, Kagatou. Kagatou extended his hand outward, a bright white light enveloping the both of them and then, nothing.
Washu awoke with a scream in her lab; her brow was covered in a cool sweat. The only sounds she heard were the rapid pounding of her heart in a manic rhythm. As she began to slowly calm herself, the sounds of her lab began to become more noticeable the soft hums of machinery, the endless beeping of various machines.
A few moments after she had fully composed herself, the sounds of footsteps had sounded approaching her from behind. She turned expecting to see either Tenchi of Aeka coming to tell her that it was time for dinner but instead there stood the man from her dream.
He was dressed however in an outfit that could be interpreted as the proper attire for men in Jurain royalty. His outfit consisted of a clinging inner robe that somewhat accentuated his well-toned muscular physique. The coloring for the robe was strictly a deep midnight black with deep violet trim. Up the center where the clasps of the robe would be, was a violet stripe that connected with the trim both at top and bottom. Next, was the traditional outer robe that hid his arms within the numerous folds of material. This robe was practically the opposite of his inner robe, save for the lack of the vertical stripe down the middle. It was mostly violet in color, the same shade as the inner robe mind you, and it had a deep black trim about it. The width of his shoulders were exaggerated wit the usual rounded gem-like shoulder pads. These, keeping up with coloration of his outfit, were a deep midnight black. What little could be seen of his feet showed that he wore well-shined black boots. His long platinum hair extended down until it stopped at the small of his back, a few thin strands hung before those eyes of his. His eyes were unfaltering from her form as he began to speak to her as he walked.
"I know that you have been dreaming.. I know you have seen me as I have seen you." He stopped several feet from her, his eyes trailing about the lab to observe his surroundings. "I have seen you in dreams where we meet and we ponder.. I'm coming.. And nothing will stand in my way dear woman.. Nothing at all..."
As these last words echoed in her mind, the vision faded from view. It was now that Washu realized she had been holding her breath throughout this entire vision. She released her breath in a single loud sigh, herself sucking air back in. "Who was this man and how could this man know where she was or that they were meeting in dreams.? What could all this mean?" She asked herself these questions over and over again in her head.
Unfortunately, these questions were about to be answered..
Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo is copyrighted by AIC-Pioneer LDC. All characters from Tenchi Muyo belong to Pioneer and not myself. The Character Lance was created and is owned by myself. Feel free to use him in your own fan fics if you want just e-mail me about doing so. The history of Kagatou and Lance as well as the ancient history of Jurai are also my own ideas feel free to use them as well.
Once more Washu found herself adrift in the realm of dreams. She had always hated the times that she fell asleep not just for the fact that it kept her from precious moments inventing, but also that she had the same dream. Yes, this was just like the same thing she encountered every time she fell asleep, the same barren windswept landscape of some godforsaken realm in subspace. The monotonous sounds of the howling gales that shaped the dusty dunes in an endless cycle. And finally that large, green, crystalline pod sticking halfway out of the ground. She had many times gone to that pod, and examined it. Almost immediately she could tell what it was: a 467 version of an Almedian capture crystal. She would spend was seemed to be hours studying it, looking through the thick glassy surface at the silhouette interred within. She knew it was a man, she could feel that for sure in her mind's eye. She could also feel as if this man had some significance to her. She could almost feel the thoughts and emotions coursing through this being. They were quite average for one suffering such a fate as he was. Feelings of hate, uncertainty, anguish, spite, and resolution. Strangely, she could feel a great power within this man, she knew that he could easily shatter this prison of his and wondered if he was unaware of it.
Suddenly, the ground shifted and a vast vortex of energy began to spiral above. The vortex began to dislodge the pod, it drew it into itself and she was taken along with it. ...Blackness.. What this was, she assumed was the occasional dimensional rift in which subspace dimensions intersected with standard space. Suddenly, light enveloped the both of them as they emerged from this wormhole. The pod seemed to draw her near as she notice that the trip had caused a few minute fissures on its smooth glassy surface. The small spider webs of cracks began to spread over the pod, as small chunks broke free of the larger mass. With a final shattering, the pod fell apart, the terran man drifting free from its clutches.
The man was of excellent physical shape and was quite attractive to boot. He was nude, an odd thing being that most prisoners were not exiled nude anymore. That added embarrassment was deemed cruel and ended 700 years ago. His eyes opened slowly as he turned to face her. As he maneuvered himself to her direction, long strands of platinum hair trailed with his movements. His eyes were quite interesting indeed, yellow globes with jade irises. Yellow orbs, a shiver ran down her spine from the sight. The only person she had encountered with such a unique physical feature was her most devoted and last pupil, Kagatou.. A forlorn look was over his face as he looked at her. This would be the point where the dream would end but strangely, it continued. He silently mouthed two words to her, "forgive" and "me." Then his features changed, they twisted and reformed to become those of her renegade student, Kagatou. Kagatou extended his hand outward, a bright white light enveloping the both of them and then, nothing.
Washu awoke with a scream in her lab; her brow was covered in a cool sweat. The only sounds she heard were the rapid pounding of her heart in a manic rhythm. As she began to slowly calm herself, the sounds of her lab began to become more noticeable the soft hums of machinery, the endless beeping of various machines.
A few moments after she had fully composed herself, the sounds of footsteps had sounded approaching her from behind. She turned expecting to see either Tenchi of Aeka coming to tell her that it was time for dinner but instead there stood the man from her dream.
He was dressed however in an outfit that could be interpreted as the proper attire for men in Jurain royalty. His outfit consisted of a clinging inner robe that somewhat accentuated his well-toned muscular physique. The coloring for the robe was strictly a deep midnight black with deep violet trim. Up the center where the clasps of the robe would be, was a violet stripe that connected with the trim both at top and bottom. Next, was the traditional outer robe that hid his arms within the numerous folds of material. This robe was practically the opposite of his inner robe, save for the lack of the vertical stripe down the middle. It was mostly violet in color, the same shade as the inner robe mind you, and it had a deep black trim about it. The width of his shoulders were exaggerated wit the usual rounded gem-like shoulder pads. These, keeping up with coloration of his outfit, were a deep midnight black. What little could be seen of his feet showed that he wore well-shined black boots. His long platinum hair extended down until it stopped at the small of his back, a few thin strands hung before those eyes of his. His eyes were unfaltering from her form as he began to speak to her as he walked.
"I know that you have been dreaming.. I know you have seen me as I have seen you." He stopped several feet from her, his eyes trailing about the lab to observe his surroundings. "I have seen you in dreams where we meet and we ponder.. I'm coming.. And nothing will stand in my way dear woman.. Nothing at all..."
As these last words echoed in her mind, the vision faded from view. It was now that Washu realized she had been holding her breath throughout this entire vision. She released her breath in a single loud sigh, herself sucking air back in. "Who was this man and how could this man know where she was or that they were meeting in dreams.? What could all this mean?" She asked herself these questions over and over again in her head.
Unfortunately, these questions were about to be answered..