A Shifting Wind
By Melissa Hebin
((Let's cut to the chase: I did not like Mayuka the Troublesome, so I decided to make this. I hope you like! PLEASE R&R OR I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!!!!!! lol))
Something changed.
Tenchi could not tell as he sat up in his bed, weary and cold. He rubbed his eyes to clear up the foggy vision. He could not tell what woke him up. He looked around the room.
It was dark, but a gloomy light came in through his window and cast a light-grey color over everything in his room, except for the corners and near his door. There was no change in position of anything; he cleaned up yesterday, and it was just as clean as it had been.
But something woke him up.
There was a chill to the air. Not the kind of chill in cold weather, but a chill of fear.
A shadow shifted.
He saw it, caught a glimpse of it as it grazed his wall and floor, nearest to the door. Where the shadows were.
He became afraid, like a little six year old boy in the middle of the night. He felt like a young child again, and needed warmth and comfort.
Then, he saw it.
He didn't actually see it very well, but felt it, could smell it, hear it, touch it. Sense its presence in his room, as it lurked over him. He could tell it was there, looming only inches from his face......
Awake.
This time he had actually awaken from the already being awake, and saw that it was morning. The sun shone in his window, casting a golden hue over his whole room. He rubbed his eyes, rubbed them like he just did, in what seemed only a few moments ago. He could see clearly now, looked around his room.
Then he noticed.
A disturbance in the cleanliness of his room.
A few books and papers had fallen from his shelf. He soon brushed this away, figuring that he had just rolled over in the night and knocked it over. He hoisted himself up, off his bed, and started to pull his night shirt off, when he saw.
A small, perfectly round sapphire fell from his nightshirt pocket. He let his shirt back down and bent down slowly to see it more. His finger came down, and made a small, suttle type of contact with the sapphire.
A wave of memories flew over him, flowed in and out of him, rolled through him and around him as he felt like he was being sucked into the sapphire. A light-blue, frothy sort of cloud engulfed him, swallowed him whole.
Long-lost memories past had driven themselves back into his mind, bursted out of their storage pits and now he remembered, could see her.
The girl. She looked incredibly familiar, no expression on her face. Behind her was nothing but white. Nothing but emptyness, and he felt empty. The girl smiled, and he felt full again, but still a hole in him. And he knew now, knew who she was, where she came from. The girl.
He had another mesmerizing vision, the girl showed him to it. He came into a room, and stood back, being held back. He watched.
A younger Tenchi, a Tenchi that looked about sixteen, walked upstairs into his room. He saw the girl there, the girl laying on his bed. The girl watching television, on the small TV in his room. She was watching a romance film about a young, mysterious woman and a man, and they fell in love. The young Tenchi, the young himself, walked over to the girl and laid down beside her, and watched the film. The young woman in the movie was rich, and she wore a blue sapphire necklace. Tenchi and the girl watched, and the girl loked at Tenchi. Tenchi looked at the girl. He touched her delicate hand and held it.
Awake once more.
Tenchi opened his eyes and realized things he did not realize before. All his thoughts raced, everything he just witnessed scrambled into its own compartment in his brain. Then, as he shook his head to clear it, so he could think, he remembered her name.
"Ioki!"
He said it, but did not mean to say it. His body had a natural reaction, and caused him to say it. He uttered it once more.
"Ioki."
Tears welled up in Tenchi's eyes. He knew now. The girl, the girl he loved. Ioki.
What happened, he asked himself. He questioned mentally. What happened to Ioki?
The rest of the day passed in a blur. He could not pay attention at school. He was too busy thinking about Ioki. He wondered what happened last night, and what happened to her. He felt a depression, a feeling he had never felt. He felt a connection with her, somehow. A forgotten connection.
He could see it now. A day that Ioki had given him a gift. He slipped into another daydream.
Ioki ran down a field, her long, straight, dark-brown hair flowing behind her, her vibrant blue eyes shining in the sun, her white dress blowwing in the wind.
"Tenchi!"
He watched her run, watched her happiness, watched his own happiness. She stopped in front of him.
"I have a gift for you, Tenchi."
"Thanks, let me see it!"
She passed to him a small, wrapped package.
Awake.
Tenchi looked at his desk. The bell rang, and he slowly packed up his things to walk home.
He walked out the door, and Ryoko waited for him.
"Hi Tenchi!"
Tenchi gave a weak glance at Ryoko, still glum and confused. "Hi Ryoko," He muttered weakly.
"Why the long face?"
"..."
"Tenchi?"
"..."
He could not notice her all the way, his mind on the interrupted daydream. He tried to remember the rest of it.
"Tenchi?"
"...............................What?"
"Why the long face, Tenchi? You don't look very happy."
"...Please, Ryoko..."
"What?"
"Just...."
"Yes?"
Tenchi looked down and lessened his pace. "......Just leave me alone."
"But why, Tenchi?"
"Just leave me alone!"
He walked faster, and ran. Tried to run from his confusing depression, but it would not go away.
Ryoko, on the other hand, became just as confused as Tenchi. And with curiousity comes suspicion.
"What is that Tenchi up to...?"
Tenchi lessened his pace again when he got home, the whole run thinking of Ioki.
He dragged himself up the steps and into the door of his home, his warm, comfy home. He did not know what his homework was, did not know what to study, but he didn't care. He had more important matters to care for.
He slowly stepped up to his room and dropped his books there, carelessly. He looked around the room, and saw the sapphire by his bed, exactly where he had dropped it that very morning.
He sat down on his bed and picked up the sapphire, examined it, fondled with it. It seemed so strange now, but not magical. Just very strange. But it gave him a feeling of comfort. The kind of comfort Ioki would give him.
Then, he saw.
At that moment, he saw Ioki again, running down the field with the package.
"Tenchi!"
She was running just like the daydream he had earlier in school.
"I have a gift for you, Tenchi."
"Thanks, let me see it!"
She passed to him the small, wrapped package.
He opened it now, continued where the dream had left off. inside was a beautiful amulet, gold encircling a stone in the center. Encircling a small, round sapphire.
He brought his lips close to hers, and they touched, softly at first. Then they started to really kiss. No small mouth-to-mouth, but a long, embracing, love kiss.
Awake.
Tenchi sat up, and stared at the sapphire in his hands.
The sapphire in the amulet.
The sapphire Ioki had given him.
He began to cry again, a silent, devastated, miserable, mournful weeping. His tears ran down his cheeks and dripped off his face, onto the sapphire and slipped off. He saw it as more than a sapphire now. It was a gift to him. A gift from the girl. A gift from Ioki.
"This is her present to me," Tenchi said to himself, "Ioki's gift."
By Melissa Hebin
((Let's cut to the chase: I did not like Mayuka the Troublesome, so I decided to make this. I hope you like! PLEASE R&R OR I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!!!!!! lol))
Something changed.
Tenchi could not tell as he sat up in his bed, weary and cold. He rubbed his eyes to clear up the foggy vision. He could not tell what woke him up. He looked around the room.
It was dark, but a gloomy light came in through his window and cast a light-grey color over everything in his room, except for the corners and near his door. There was no change in position of anything; he cleaned up yesterday, and it was just as clean as it had been.
But something woke him up.
There was a chill to the air. Not the kind of chill in cold weather, but a chill of fear.
A shadow shifted.
He saw it, caught a glimpse of it as it grazed his wall and floor, nearest to the door. Where the shadows were.
He became afraid, like a little six year old boy in the middle of the night. He felt like a young child again, and needed warmth and comfort.
Then, he saw it.
He didn't actually see it very well, but felt it, could smell it, hear it, touch it. Sense its presence in his room, as it lurked over him. He could tell it was there, looming only inches from his face......
Awake.
This time he had actually awaken from the already being awake, and saw that it was morning. The sun shone in his window, casting a golden hue over his whole room. He rubbed his eyes, rubbed them like he just did, in what seemed only a few moments ago. He could see clearly now, looked around his room.
Then he noticed.
A disturbance in the cleanliness of his room.
A few books and papers had fallen from his shelf. He soon brushed this away, figuring that he had just rolled over in the night and knocked it over. He hoisted himself up, off his bed, and started to pull his night shirt off, when he saw.
A small, perfectly round sapphire fell from his nightshirt pocket. He let his shirt back down and bent down slowly to see it more. His finger came down, and made a small, suttle type of contact with the sapphire.
A wave of memories flew over him, flowed in and out of him, rolled through him and around him as he felt like he was being sucked into the sapphire. A light-blue, frothy sort of cloud engulfed him, swallowed him whole.
Long-lost memories past had driven themselves back into his mind, bursted out of their storage pits and now he remembered, could see her.
The girl. She looked incredibly familiar, no expression on her face. Behind her was nothing but white. Nothing but emptyness, and he felt empty. The girl smiled, and he felt full again, but still a hole in him. And he knew now, knew who she was, where she came from. The girl.
He had another mesmerizing vision, the girl showed him to it. He came into a room, and stood back, being held back. He watched.
A younger Tenchi, a Tenchi that looked about sixteen, walked upstairs into his room. He saw the girl there, the girl laying on his bed. The girl watching television, on the small TV in his room. She was watching a romance film about a young, mysterious woman and a man, and they fell in love. The young Tenchi, the young himself, walked over to the girl and laid down beside her, and watched the film. The young woman in the movie was rich, and she wore a blue sapphire necklace. Tenchi and the girl watched, and the girl loked at Tenchi. Tenchi looked at the girl. He touched her delicate hand and held it.
Awake once more.
Tenchi opened his eyes and realized things he did not realize before. All his thoughts raced, everything he just witnessed scrambled into its own compartment in his brain. Then, as he shook his head to clear it, so he could think, he remembered her name.
"Ioki!"
He said it, but did not mean to say it. His body had a natural reaction, and caused him to say it. He uttered it once more.
"Ioki."
Tears welled up in Tenchi's eyes. He knew now. The girl, the girl he loved. Ioki.
What happened, he asked himself. He questioned mentally. What happened to Ioki?
The rest of the day passed in a blur. He could not pay attention at school. He was too busy thinking about Ioki. He wondered what happened last night, and what happened to her. He felt a depression, a feeling he had never felt. He felt a connection with her, somehow. A forgotten connection.
He could see it now. A day that Ioki had given him a gift. He slipped into another daydream.
Ioki ran down a field, her long, straight, dark-brown hair flowing behind her, her vibrant blue eyes shining in the sun, her white dress blowwing in the wind.
"Tenchi!"
He watched her run, watched her happiness, watched his own happiness. She stopped in front of him.
"I have a gift for you, Tenchi."
"Thanks, let me see it!"
She passed to him a small, wrapped package.
Awake.
Tenchi looked at his desk. The bell rang, and he slowly packed up his things to walk home.
He walked out the door, and Ryoko waited for him.
"Hi Tenchi!"
Tenchi gave a weak glance at Ryoko, still glum and confused. "Hi Ryoko," He muttered weakly.
"Why the long face?"
"..."
"Tenchi?"
"..."
He could not notice her all the way, his mind on the interrupted daydream. He tried to remember the rest of it.
"Tenchi?"
"...............................What?"
"Why the long face, Tenchi? You don't look very happy."
"...Please, Ryoko..."
"What?"
"Just...."
"Yes?"
Tenchi looked down and lessened his pace. "......Just leave me alone."
"But why, Tenchi?"
"Just leave me alone!"
He walked faster, and ran. Tried to run from his confusing depression, but it would not go away.
Ryoko, on the other hand, became just as confused as Tenchi. And with curiousity comes suspicion.
"What is that Tenchi up to...?"
Tenchi lessened his pace again when he got home, the whole run thinking of Ioki.
He dragged himself up the steps and into the door of his home, his warm, comfy home. He did not know what his homework was, did not know what to study, but he didn't care. He had more important matters to care for.
He slowly stepped up to his room and dropped his books there, carelessly. He looked around the room, and saw the sapphire by his bed, exactly where he had dropped it that very morning.
He sat down on his bed and picked up the sapphire, examined it, fondled with it. It seemed so strange now, but not magical. Just very strange. But it gave him a feeling of comfort. The kind of comfort Ioki would give him.
Then, he saw.
At that moment, he saw Ioki again, running down the field with the package.
"Tenchi!"
She was running just like the daydream he had earlier in school.
"I have a gift for you, Tenchi."
"Thanks, let me see it!"
She passed to him the small, wrapped package.
He opened it now, continued where the dream had left off. inside was a beautiful amulet, gold encircling a stone in the center. Encircling a small, round sapphire.
He brought his lips close to hers, and they touched, softly at first. Then they started to really kiss. No small mouth-to-mouth, but a long, embracing, love kiss.
Awake.
Tenchi sat up, and stared at the sapphire in his hands.
The sapphire in the amulet.
The sapphire Ioki had given him.
He began to cry again, a silent, devastated, miserable, mournful weeping. His tears ran down his cheeks and dripped off his face, onto the sapphire and slipped off. He saw it as more than a sapphire now. It was a gift to him. A gift from the girl. A gift from Ioki.
"This is her present to me," Tenchi said to himself, "Ioki's gift."