"Premonitions" v1.0
A young boy ran across the smooth obsidian floors, a childish laugh bursting forth from him. With the short, yet rapid sprints of a child, he ran, arms pumping side to side, leaning into his turns as he sought to escape.
He ran past a cluster of pillars, nearing an open space in his world. He continued to dodge, trying to hide himself from his pursuer. The boy yelped as he was tackled from behind, arms encircling his waist as together they fell and rolled across the floor, rebounding off a smooth wall.
"You're it!" The pursuer pulled itself from him, and the child turned to face the one who brought him down.
Her face was lit up in joy, eyes shut, giggling madly.
"No fair Washu," he yelled at her. She stuck her tongue out at him, holding one deep-viridian eye open with a finger, mocking him, provoking the boy to give chase.
"All's fair in love and war Tenchi!" The girl ran, bright pink pigtails flying as she dashed away from him, seeking shelter in the maze created by the instruments and containers inside their world. "Plus, my name's Washu-chan!"
Tenchi laughed as he pursued his playmate, as he ran after his only companion in this lonely world of theirs. He didn't bother looking up, it was all the same. The same jet-black void that always greeted him whenever he lay on his back at night, trying to sleep.
"I see you," he exclaimed as he hunted her through the maze. He had lost sight of her, but sometimes, if you gave them a reason to.
There, he thought, seeing a flash of movement, a streak of pink in his peripheral vision. He kept moving on the same path, taking care to go around in a large circle around the obstacles, stalking her; his prey.
Tenchi found her crouching, head slowly creeping out, looking for him. He grinned in glee. Tenchi barreled onto Washu, bowling her over in flurry of hair and her tunic. He laughed at the undignified position she was in, rushing to cover her skirt, socked feet splayed in the air. "You look like a tipped-over crab Washu. chan!"
She growled as she struggled to get up. She. was not amused.
"Now you're it Washu-chan!" With that declaration, Tenchi ran with all the speed his boy's body could give him. He weaved in and out of all the things in their environment, 'laboratory' Washu-chan told him. It was her laboratory. Weird, he thought, I've never seen her do any experiments. All we do is play.
"Oooh!" There was no mistaking the pounding sounds coming after him. All Tenchi could do was run faster and hope that his irate companion would run out of steam before he collapsed in exhaustion. "I'm going to get you Tenchi!"
"I'd like to see you try. crab," Tenchi teased, knowing that he was only going to make his eventual take-down all the more painful. Suddenly, he heard a crash behind him, followed by a yelp.
Tenchi looked back and slowed to a stop, seeing Washu there, lying on the floor clutching her leg, bawling. "It hurts!" Worried, Tenchi ran back. As he stopped next to her, Washu's expression of pain changed to a maniacal expression, her teeth bared in the crazy smile she now sported. Tenchi saw her reach for his leg, and he ended up tripping over her. He was sprawled above her and he squirmed out. He ran, but not before taking her shoes, leaving her in her socks to run on the smooth floor.
The boy ran as if the devil himself was after him; perhaps she was. He heard her tumble down once more, most likely thanks to her reduced traction, but he didn't look back. "Fool me once, shame on you," Tenchi gasped, trying to draw breath. "Fool me twice. shame on me!" With that parting shot, Tenchi ran into a garden, dashing past the trees. Although he thought he was running his fastest, her angry snarls sped him up. He threw them off the side and was rewarded by more sounds of tripping as Washu went after her footgear.
He was now in a part of the lab he had never been before. He had already passed the plants, and most of the tanks filled with those weird creatures that frightened him.
In the dim light that he ran through, he saw a yellow glow. It was emanating from a tank. It wasn't like the other lighted tanks. It was an eerie glow, flickering, the shadows it cast playing on its surroundings.
To Tenchi, it was something new. So he ran towards it. He stopped, not caring what was behind him, urgently calling him back, telling him he won. Fat chance, Tenchi thought, not wanting to get lured into a trap again.
Hypnotically, he was drawn by something projecting out of the tank. As he walked towards it, a horrified Washu slid past him as she tried to stop, rebounding off the tank's transparent walls. She dropped in a heap. Game/Death-Chase forgotten, Tenchi went to her side.
"Are you okay Washu?" He supported her to a sitting position against the tank.
"Idiot." she mumbled, reaching behind his head to grab his small mullet. She yanked him down so he was face to face with her. "Don't." she growled, "do that to me again. Do. You. Understand. Me."
Tenchi nodded nervously, and fell back when she released him.
"Washu-chan. don't you ever get lonely here," he asked her, taking a look around at a part of the sprawling 'laboratory' he had never been in before.
For once, a smart comeback or death-threat did not return at his comments. When he looked back, he saw his sole companion staring back at him, horror in her face.
"N-no Tenchi, I mean, its just us." Washu's voice sounded weak, pleading. "Its just us two kids. no one else. We have this entire place to ourselves!" She spread her arms out to express her point. Tenchi felt something in his chest ache as he looked at her expression. Her 'cute' face, Tenchi thought, contorted in anguish, equally dainty tears trickling forth.
"I know." Tenchi said, poking at the floor with his bare foot. "But. don't you ever want to do anything else, aren't there more like us out there?"
"No! There's no one like us. out there," Washu hissed in an acidic tone. Whether it was from the pain or something else, the boy Tenchi could not tell. Tenchi had only heard this voice a few times. always when she was alone. when she didn't think he was near. She talked about things he couldn't understand, something that made her sad, Tenchi reflected. Washu shakily stood up, Tenchi helping her. "You. you don't want to be with me anymore?"
"No. it's not that," Tenchi was worried at the way Washu switched from happy-to-sad-to-happy. Now she looked like a lost cabbit, or what she showed him a cabbit was. "I mean, are we all there is Washu-chan?" Confused, he took comfort in her, embracing her. She took his juvenile body in her small arms, stroking him to soothe him as much as herself. "Why are we here?"
Washu laughed at the irony of the boys words. Seven years old, and already asking some of the biggest questions sentient life has ever posed.
"I remember someone." the boy mumbled. Washu's comforting hand froze in mid-carress. Her arms dropped. Tenchi was still attached to her, but only his embrace her them together.
"Who." Washu meekly asked. In her eyes Tenchi saw, something struggled. At his age he could not tell that despair and hope fought a desperate battle within her. "Do-do you remember?"
"I remember her." Tenchi murmured in her ear. He loosened his arms from her, stepping back.
"Her." Washu's pulse quickened, and she wrung her small hands in anticipation.
"Don't you remember her?" Tenchi looked distant, the glow casting its shadows across him.
"Who."
"Someone, when I was young. I remember someone taking care of me. she. she?" Tenchi paused, deep in thought. "She was. I don't know."
"Your mother." Washu answered him. Her voice grew deeper. "Was she your mother Tenchi. what do you remember about her." Washu broke off, not wanting to imagine where the conversation was going.
"Mother." Tenchi fumbled over the word, foreign to him as it rolled of his tongue. "I-I think she had pink hair." Tenchi turned to look straight into her hair. "Like you Washu-chan. She." Tenchi again went into reflection as Washu stood there helpless backing up against the forgotten tank. "She sounded like you Washu-chan. do you know her?"
The boy was startled from his deep probes into his past as his companion chuckled. It was a dry one, devoid of humor, bitterness permeating the air it befouled. Washu's head was lowered, but Tenchi could not mistake the tell-tale droplets falling from her concealed face for anything but tears. A bright flash lit the area, causing Tenchi to avert his gaze.
"I guess it was too good to last, wasn't it Tenchi," a familiar voice asked him.
Tenchi blinked away the spots in his eyes as he turned his head towards the voice. His legs gave way at what he saw. Standing over him, bent over, with a mournful look down on him was a tall. girl. She was. big, he thought. Is this Washu? Her hair was in a darker red, but her eyes. there was no mistaking her eyes.
Taking his shocked look for horror and disgust, she whipped about. What she saw in turn caused her to hiss. Tenchi stared past her at the tank, wondering what it could be. All he could see was the same yellow liquid, with something bright sticking out of the other end of the tank.
"Damn you. damn me! Its. its all my fault!" With that, Washu sent her right fist arcing into the transparent wall, bouncing off impotently, causing damage only to herself. With a sharp bit-off cry of pain. or anguish, Washu fell to her knees, sobbing, arm curled into her as pain throbbed.
Worried, Tenchi kneeled next to her, embracing her, something in him telling him to comfort her. Whatever it was that willed him, the boy followed. He took her right hand by the wrist, and tenderly kissed her bruised knuckles. As Washu numbly swiveled her head to look at him, Tenchi gave her a disarming smile. An all-too familiar disarming smile. "There, all better now," the boy told her.
Without another word, the pain in her right hand forgotten. or healed, Washu pressed him to herself. A mother embracing her child, the only thing she has left to her with any real value. How long they stayed like this, she did not know. It was far too long since she held a child like this, an embrace more intimate than any lovers'.
She stood up, noticing he had detached himself to go wander off and play. Probably confused at how 'Washu-chan' got all big. she thought sardonically, watching him walk around the tank. She looked into the amber mass. detesting it, asking herself why she did not destroy it. "Because there's still hope." Washu muttered, as if the words she uttered produced a bad taste.
She looked back to Tenchi to see him reach towards a hilt embedded into the side of the tank. She stared at the green blade it projected, dimly noting that it was supposed to be blue, but the amber shade of the liquid. "Tenchi!" Washu ran after the boy, warning him not to touch it.
She stood still, unable to do anymore as the boy confidently grasped the hilt, smoothly extracting the energy blade out, leaving a gash across the tank that healed itself immediately, and leaving no evidence of its extraction. Just as it had left not a trace of.
The boy curiously looked at the device, its azure blade tasting air for the first time in years. Then it flickered short as the whole blade left the tank. But not before the liquid within reacted, some energy flowing into the sword, throwing the boy back several feet. Washu rushed to him, not wanting to expect the worse. "Not again." she moaned, helpless.
The boy rose, a bit dazed. He looked around distractedly at his surroundings, examining his body. Tenchi saw Washu, and he blinked hard. "Washu, is that you? What's going on," the boy asked, dazed. Gone was the childish lisp he had, the voice was still young, yet not.
"T-Tenchi?" Washu croaked, hoping. hoping that it was not a lie. That after all her tries. only after she had given up had she succeeded. "Tenchi?"
"Yeah, are you okay Washu?" Tenchi wore a concerned look on his face. "Why am I in this body." He gestured to his body. "I look like a kid."
Washu ran towards him, resolving to answer his question later. For now, she had to touch him. She had to know it was him, that he was real, that he had returned from the void he was taken into from them.
She would be proven right. and wrong.
The sword in the boy's hand pulsed, causing him to shiver. "Washu?" He asked her, voice small. Still running towards him, Washu helplessly watched as the Tenchi-ken released its energy, coursing through the boy's body. With a weak groan, the boy collapsed, the sword released from the instinctive grip, still crackling. "Why." he moaned, asking the sword, look back at Washu, reaching towards her with his left hand. His entire body was smoldering.
Washu scooped him up in her arms, summoning her ethereal laptop to put him into stasis. "Not again."
Tenchi's writhing body slackened in her arms. She felt a scorched hand, slick with his blood and liquefied flesh run along her cheeks, caressing her. She looked at shock into his eyes. Those deep, brown eyes. "Washu?" His voice was scared, afraid, insecure, and then it was no more.
She sobbed, holding the boy in her arms. Lover resurrected; child born. one and the same: dead. She was robbed even of a physical set of remains to mourn. again! His body liquefied in her arms. turning into a gray goo, not sticking to her, instead pooling into a thick puddle at her knees. As Tenchi liquefied, she stared past him at another tank. The gray Masu floated there, flattening their bodies into one gray mass against the wall of the tank, gazing mournfully with their dot-like black eyes.
Washu sobbed again. She cried for all that was taken from her. For all that she lost. For all that she could not touch. For all that she let slip between her fingers. All her brilliance had failed her; in fact, it had damned her to her fate.
She stared at the fallen Tenchi-ken. With a wan smile, her hand groped towards it.
***
Washu's eyes opened in shock. She would've rolled around if not for something stopping her. From where she lay, she saw Tenchi, in his sleep. She felt her arms around him, feeling his heartbeat, his heat, his being in this sleeper's embrace. She felt one of his arms around her. She felt afraid. what had she dreamed of? She cursed the body's 'brain flush' when it came to dreams, no matter how vivid they were. Washu let herself grow comfortable in his arms once more; and once more cast herself adrift, ignoring the foreboding that coiled itself up in a corner. No matter. he was here. All is right with the world.
End Scene.
***Author's Notes***(you need to read this to help understand scene)
What the fuck was that?
Something I came up with in a single night after finally finding an angle on the way home, thinking while staring out the window of the Venture.
Well, it ORIGINALLY was the 'aftermath' of the experiment that goes awry. I started it as a dark alternate ending at Washu became.
Take a look at this. Its hidden in the story, but if you read the WHOLE SCENE(short), you should have been able to piece together with a little reflection that this is Washu again playing a favorite game: hiding within a shell.
This took place after the ordeal(spoiler)that happens to Tenchi. In fact, about 8-9 years later. Washu shut herself off from the rest of the world, and using Tenchi's 'remains'(spoiler), an ova of hers, and the Masu(hence why I mentioned them at all), she created Tenchi. born from her body.
Again, if you look at the subtle clues, Washu raised him and when he grew old enough, she transformed herself to this CHILD form so that Tenchi would have someone to keep him company as well as Washu needed it. Plus they would have 'grown up' together. Its not some kind of sick Oedipus Complex.
Its just the aftermath of when the shit hits the fan in the fic. Washu's snapped, simply put. She's lost it all. so she crafts herself a second chance. She gets it. and loses it all too soon, almost in the blink of an eye actually(I wonder how many of you get that remark?).
Note, it originally WAS one of the alternate endings. but I decided to make this Scene 1-1-1.5 Yup. Washu has her nightmare. this is it, and unlike the Lemon Twist.
Well Jeff, Washu WAS still asleep @ that time, and you DID keep on telling me that I should do a Washu nightmare.
Well guys, here it is.
Yes, it IS a premonition just like Sasami's Vision, look @ the title!
However, Washu doesn't remember any of it after she wakes up. not immediately @ least. Don't tell me that's never happened to you. Having the most intense, even lucid dream, but after you woke up, you remember little, if any at all about it.
Man. this is going to be such a big monkey wrench in the rest of my fic. Well, @ least this gives Washu more depth.
By the way, do ANY of you notice ANY patterns in the dreams the girls have? ***Author's Notes***
Well, what did you think?
Sick?
Cruel(to Washu)?
Hate it, like it, what?
Man. if anyone of you even bothers with things like this: How many times does Tenchi die so far in this fic? Yes, the dreams count.
You just read Scene 1.5 of Chapter 1 you guys. I'm going to have to reorganize seeing as this will turn to Scene 1-1-2.
Harvey Bautista
A young boy ran across the smooth obsidian floors, a childish laugh bursting forth from him. With the short, yet rapid sprints of a child, he ran, arms pumping side to side, leaning into his turns as he sought to escape.
He ran past a cluster of pillars, nearing an open space in his world. He continued to dodge, trying to hide himself from his pursuer. The boy yelped as he was tackled from behind, arms encircling his waist as together they fell and rolled across the floor, rebounding off a smooth wall.
"You're it!" The pursuer pulled itself from him, and the child turned to face the one who brought him down.
Her face was lit up in joy, eyes shut, giggling madly.
"No fair Washu," he yelled at her. She stuck her tongue out at him, holding one deep-viridian eye open with a finger, mocking him, provoking the boy to give chase.
"All's fair in love and war Tenchi!" The girl ran, bright pink pigtails flying as she dashed away from him, seeking shelter in the maze created by the instruments and containers inside their world. "Plus, my name's Washu-chan!"
Tenchi laughed as he pursued his playmate, as he ran after his only companion in this lonely world of theirs. He didn't bother looking up, it was all the same. The same jet-black void that always greeted him whenever he lay on his back at night, trying to sleep.
"I see you," he exclaimed as he hunted her through the maze. He had lost sight of her, but sometimes, if you gave them a reason to.
There, he thought, seeing a flash of movement, a streak of pink in his peripheral vision. He kept moving on the same path, taking care to go around in a large circle around the obstacles, stalking her; his prey.
Tenchi found her crouching, head slowly creeping out, looking for him. He grinned in glee. Tenchi barreled onto Washu, bowling her over in flurry of hair and her tunic. He laughed at the undignified position she was in, rushing to cover her skirt, socked feet splayed in the air. "You look like a tipped-over crab Washu. chan!"
She growled as she struggled to get up. She. was not amused.
"Now you're it Washu-chan!" With that declaration, Tenchi ran with all the speed his boy's body could give him. He weaved in and out of all the things in their environment, 'laboratory' Washu-chan told him. It was her laboratory. Weird, he thought, I've never seen her do any experiments. All we do is play.
"Oooh!" There was no mistaking the pounding sounds coming after him. All Tenchi could do was run faster and hope that his irate companion would run out of steam before he collapsed in exhaustion. "I'm going to get you Tenchi!"
"I'd like to see you try. crab," Tenchi teased, knowing that he was only going to make his eventual take-down all the more painful. Suddenly, he heard a crash behind him, followed by a yelp.
Tenchi looked back and slowed to a stop, seeing Washu there, lying on the floor clutching her leg, bawling. "It hurts!" Worried, Tenchi ran back. As he stopped next to her, Washu's expression of pain changed to a maniacal expression, her teeth bared in the crazy smile she now sported. Tenchi saw her reach for his leg, and he ended up tripping over her. He was sprawled above her and he squirmed out. He ran, but not before taking her shoes, leaving her in her socks to run on the smooth floor.
The boy ran as if the devil himself was after him; perhaps she was. He heard her tumble down once more, most likely thanks to her reduced traction, but he didn't look back. "Fool me once, shame on you," Tenchi gasped, trying to draw breath. "Fool me twice. shame on me!" With that parting shot, Tenchi ran into a garden, dashing past the trees. Although he thought he was running his fastest, her angry snarls sped him up. He threw them off the side and was rewarded by more sounds of tripping as Washu went after her footgear.
He was now in a part of the lab he had never been before. He had already passed the plants, and most of the tanks filled with those weird creatures that frightened him.
In the dim light that he ran through, he saw a yellow glow. It was emanating from a tank. It wasn't like the other lighted tanks. It was an eerie glow, flickering, the shadows it cast playing on its surroundings.
To Tenchi, it was something new. So he ran towards it. He stopped, not caring what was behind him, urgently calling him back, telling him he won. Fat chance, Tenchi thought, not wanting to get lured into a trap again.
Hypnotically, he was drawn by something projecting out of the tank. As he walked towards it, a horrified Washu slid past him as she tried to stop, rebounding off the tank's transparent walls. She dropped in a heap. Game/Death-Chase forgotten, Tenchi went to her side.
"Are you okay Washu?" He supported her to a sitting position against the tank.
"Idiot." she mumbled, reaching behind his head to grab his small mullet. She yanked him down so he was face to face with her. "Don't." she growled, "do that to me again. Do. You. Understand. Me."
Tenchi nodded nervously, and fell back when she released him.
"Washu-chan. don't you ever get lonely here," he asked her, taking a look around at a part of the sprawling 'laboratory' he had never been in before.
For once, a smart comeback or death-threat did not return at his comments. When he looked back, he saw his sole companion staring back at him, horror in her face.
"N-no Tenchi, I mean, its just us." Washu's voice sounded weak, pleading. "Its just us two kids. no one else. We have this entire place to ourselves!" She spread her arms out to express her point. Tenchi felt something in his chest ache as he looked at her expression. Her 'cute' face, Tenchi thought, contorted in anguish, equally dainty tears trickling forth.
"I know." Tenchi said, poking at the floor with his bare foot. "But. don't you ever want to do anything else, aren't there more like us out there?"
"No! There's no one like us. out there," Washu hissed in an acidic tone. Whether it was from the pain or something else, the boy Tenchi could not tell. Tenchi had only heard this voice a few times. always when she was alone. when she didn't think he was near. She talked about things he couldn't understand, something that made her sad, Tenchi reflected. Washu shakily stood up, Tenchi helping her. "You. you don't want to be with me anymore?"
"No. it's not that," Tenchi was worried at the way Washu switched from happy-to-sad-to-happy. Now she looked like a lost cabbit, or what she showed him a cabbit was. "I mean, are we all there is Washu-chan?" Confused, he took comfort in her, embracing her. She took his juvenile body in her small arms, stroking him to soothe him as much as herself. "Why are we here?"
Washu laughed at the irony of the boys words. Seven years old, and already asking some of the biggest questions sentient life has ever posed.
"I remember someone." the boy mumbled. Washu's comforting hand froze in mid-carress. Her arms dropped. Tenchi was still attached to her, but only his embrace her them together.
"Who." Washu meekly asked. In her eyes Tenchi saw, something struggled. At his age he could not tell that despair and hope fought a desperate battle within her. "Do-do you remember?"
"I remember her." Tenchi murmured in her ear. He loosened his arms from her, stepping back.
"Her." Washu's pulse quickened, and she wrung her small hands in anticipation.
"Don't you remember her?" Tenchi looked distant, the glow casting its shadows across him.
"Who."
"Someone, when I was young. I remember someone taking care of me. she. she?" Tenchi paused, deep in thought. "She was. I don't know."
"Your mother." Washu answered him. Her voice grew deeper. "Was she your mother Tenchi. what do you remember about her." Washu broke off, not wanting to imagine where the conversation was going.
"Mother." Tenchi fumbled over the word, foreign to him as it rolled of his tongue. "I-I think she had pink hair." Tenchi turned to look straight into her hair. "Like you Washu-chan. She." Tenchi again went into reflection as Washu stood there helpless backing up against the forgotten tank. "She sounded like you Washu-chan. do you know her?"
The boy was startled from his deep probes into his past as his companion chuckled. It was a dry one, devoid of humor, bitterness permeating the air it befouled. Washu's head was lowered, but Tenchi could not mistake the tell-tale droplets falling from her concealed face for anything but tears. A bright flash lit the area, causing Tenchi to avert his gaze.
"I guess it was too good to last, wasn't it Tenchi," a familiar voice asked him.
Tenchi blinked away the spots in his eyes as he turned his head towards the voice. His legs gave way at what he saw. Standing over him, bent over, with a mournful look down on him was a tall. girl. She was. big, he thought. Is this Washu? Her hair was in a darker red, but her eyes. there was no mistaking her eyes.
Taking his shocked look for horror and disgust, she whipped about. What she saw in turn caused her to hiss. Tenchi stared past her at the tank, wondering what it could be. All he could see was the same yellow liquid, with something bright sticking out of the other end of the tank.
"Damn you. damn me! Its. its all my fault!" With that, Washu sent her right fist arcing into the transparent wall, bouncing off impotently, causing damage only to herself. With a sharp bit-off cry of pain. or anguish, Washu fell to her knees, sobbing, arm curled into her as pain throbbed.
Worried, Tenchi kneeled next to her, embracing her, something in him telling him to comfort her. Whatever it was that willed him, the boy followed. He took her right hand by the wrist, and tenderly kissed her bruised knuckles. As Washu numbly swiveled her head to look at him, Tenchi gave her a disarming smile. An all-too familiar disarming smile. "There, all better now," the boy told her.
Without another word, the pain in her right hand forgotten. or healed, Washu pressed him to herself. A mother embracing her child, the only thing she has left to her with any real value. How long they stayed like this, she did not know. It was far too long since she held a child like this, an embrace more intimate than any lovers'.
She stood up, noticing he had detached himself to go wander off and play. Probably confused at how 'Washu-chan' got all big. she thought sardonically, watching him walk around the tank. She looked into the amber mass. detesting it, asking herself why she did not destroy it. "Because there's still hope." Washu muttered, as if the words she uttered produced a bad taste.
She looked back to Tenchi to see him reach towards a hilt embedded into the side of the tank. She stared at the green blade it projected, dimly noting that it was supposed to be blue, but the amber shade of the liquid. "Tenchi!" Washu ran after the boy, warning him not to touch it.
She stood still, unable to do anymore as the boy confidently grasped the hilt, smoothly extracting the energy blade out, leaving a gash across the tank that healed itself immediately, and leaving no evidence of its extraction. Just as it had left not a trace of.
The boy curiously looked at the device, its azure blade tasting air for the first time in years. Then it flickered short as the whole blade left the tank. But not before the liquid within reacted, some energy flowing into the sword, throwing the boy back several feet. Washu rushed to him, not wanting to expect the worse. "Not again." she moaned, helpless.
The boy rose, a bit dazed. He looked around distractedly at his surroundings, examining his body. Tenchi saw Washu, and he blinked hard. "Washu, is that you? What's going on," the boy asked, dazed. Gone was the childish lisp he had, the voice was still young, yet not.
"T-Tenchi?" Washu croaked, hoping. hoping that it was not a lie. That after all her tries. only after she had given up had she succeeded. "Tenchi?"
"Yeah, are you okay Washu?" Tenchi wore a concerned look on his face. "Why am I in this body." He gestured to his body. "I look like a kid."
Washu ran towards him, resolving to answer his question later. For now, she had to touch him. She had to know it was him, that he was real, that he had returned from the void he was taken into from them.
She would be proven right. and wrong.
The sword in the boy's hand pulsed, causing him to shiver. "Washu?" He asked her, voice small. Still running towards him, Washu helplessly watched as the Tenchi-ken released its energy, coursing through the boy's body. With a weak groan, the boy collapsed, the sword released from the instinctive grip, still crackling. "Why." he moaned, asking the sword, look back at Washu, reaching towards her with his left hand. His entire body was smoldering.
Washu scooped him up in her arms, summoning her ethereal laptop to put him into stasis. "Not again."
Tenchi's writhing body slackened in her arms. She felt a scorched hand, slick with his blood and liquefied flesh run along her cheeks, caressing her. She looked at shock into his eyes. Those deep, brown eyes. "Washu?" His voice was scared, afraid, insecure, and then it was no more.
She sobbed, holding the boy in her arms. Lover resurrected; child born. one and the same: dead. She was robbed even of a physical set of remains to mourn. again! His body liquefied in her arms. turning into a gray goo, not sticking to her, instead pooling into a thick puddle at her knees. As Tenchi liquefied, she stared past him at another tank. The gray Masu floated there, flattening their bodies into one gray mass against the wall of the tank, gazing mournfully with their dot-like black eyes.
Washu sobbed again. She cried for all that was taken from her. For all that she lost. For all that she could not touch. For all that she let slip between her fingers. All her brilliance had failed her; in fact, it had damned her to her fate.
She stared at the fallen Tenchi-ken. With a wan smile, her hand groped towards it.
***
Washu's eyes opened in shock. She would've rolled around if not for something stopping her. From where she lay, she saw Tenchi, in his sleep. She felt her arms around him, feeling his heartbeat, his heat, his being in this sleeper's embrace. She felt one of his arms around her. She felt afraid. what had she dreamed of? She cursed the body's 'brain flush' when it came to dreams, no matter how vivid they were. Washu let herself grow comfortable in his arms once more; and once more cast herself adrift, ignoring the foreboding that coiled itself up in a corner. No matter. he was here. All is right with the world.
End Scene.
***Author's Notes***(you need to read this to help understand scene)
What the fuck was that?
Something I came up with in a single night after finally finding an angle on the way home, thinking while staring out the window of the Venture.
Well, it ORIGINALLY was the 'aftermath' of the experiment that goes awry. I started it as a dark alternate ending at Washu became.
Take a look at this. Its hidden in the story, but if you read the WHOLE SCENE(short), you should have been able to piece together with a little reflection that this is Washu again playing a favorite game: hiding within a shell.
This took place after the ordeal(spoiler)that happens to Tenchi. In fact, about 8-9 years later. Washu shut herself off from the rest of the world, and using Tenchi's 'remains'(spoiler), an ova of hers, and the Masu(hence why I mentioned them at all), she created Tenchi. born from her body.
Again, if you look at the subtle clues, Washu raised him and when he grew old enough, she transformed herself to this CHILD form so that Tenchi would have someone to keep him company as well as Washu needed it. Plus they would have 'grown up' together. Its not some kind of sick Oedipus Complex.
Its just the aftermath of when the shit hits the fan in the fic. Washu's snapped, simply put. She's lost it all. so she crafts herself a second chance. She gets it. and loses it all too soon, almost in the blink of an eye actually(I wonder how many of you get that remark?).
Note, it originally WAS one of the alternate endings. but I decided to make this Scene 1-1-1.5 Yup. Washu has her nightmare. this is it, and unlike the Lemon Twist.
Well Jeff, Washu WAS still asleep @ that time, and you DID keep on telling me that I should do a Washu nightmare.
Well guys, here it is.
Yes, it IS a premonition just like Sasami's Vision, look @ the title!
However, Washu doesn't remember any of it after she wakes up. not immediately @ least. Don't tell me that's never happened to you. Having the most intense, even lucid dream, but after you woke up, you remember little, if any at all about it.
Man. this is going to be such a big monkey wrench in the rest of my fic. Well, @ least this gives Washu more depth.
By the way, do ANY of you notice ANY patterns in the dreams the girls have? ***Author's Notes***
Well, what did you think?
Sick?
Cruel(to Washu)?
Hate it, like it, what?
Man. if anyone of you even bothers with things like this: How many times does Tenchi die so far in this fic? Yes, the dreams count.
You just read Scene 1.5 of Chapter 1 you guys. I'm going to have to reorganize seeing as this will turn to Scene 1-1-2.
Harvey Bautista
