Follow Your Heart
By
YamiHikari
Disclaimer- The standard disclaimer applies. Don't own nothing except for my original character/characters.
Author's Note- I'll eventually get a complete character design of Tajima Ryuka up. I just need to draw one good enough and get my scanner to cooperate. Dumb thing. I swear, it's possessed! Anyway, on to the next chapter!
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Tajima's eyes slowly opened, automatically adjusting to the darkness of the hallway. She went back over the past events and lay there in the dark, reflecting and going over all her options. Finally, she decided. This hadn't been done in over a century, mostly because the pure humans had decreased in number. However, if they said was true, there were more here, wherever this was, even if it was the past. If it was the past, then best to die before she interfered. Perhaps it was that she was here that had caused most of the humans to die out. Still, she hesitated.
'It would have been nice,' she mused, 'to be part of a society where you didn't have to watch your back for vamps, shape shifters, and haunts. But that's not the point.'
Drawing a sharp silver blade from her belt, she carefully recited to rules in her mind. 'Right side is longer, more painful. Don't go for the left, always for the right so your enemies will never know you took the quick and easy coward's way out, unless you want to hit right above the heart. Five[1], this is going to hurt.'
She placed the blade on the left side, above her heart. She whispered a short incantation of her sect, 01 - Perfection [2]. Gritting her teeth, Tajima drew what she believed was one of her last breaths. Then, she drove the knife through, gasping from the pain, and waited for Death.
Heero sat up in bed. He had forgotten something, but what? Silently rising, he opened his door and walked down the hallway. Labored breathing to his right caught his attention. A figure was bent over, trying to suppress the sound. Kneeling down, he saw it was the girl. Barely a second later, Heero saw the knife handle in her hands and the trickle of blood running down her shirt.
"God," he said softly, "what did you do?"
He pried her hands away from the handle and slowly drew the knife out. Blood began flooding in dark rivers down. Ripping the sleeve from his shirt, he staunched the flow. She glared at him.
"Don't interfere," she snarled roughly, voice shaking with the suppressed pain. She tried to push his hand away.
He pressed harder and the river slowed to a stream. "Duo, Quatre, Wufei." he called down the corridor, and paused, not sure if he should call Trowa as well. Four doors opened, Trowa having woken as well as the others Heero had called.
Duo yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he walked down. "What's the- Holy shit," he exclaimed, stopping dead in his tracks as he saw the bloody knife in the hallway. "What the hell happened?"
"Mind your own goddamn business," she snapped back at him.
"No one's going to hurt you." Quatre said quietly, "so rel-"
"I'd like to see anyone try. If they do, either they or myself will die." Another shining blade appeared in her hand and she swiftly brought it around to exactly where her heart was, intent on finishing the job when another hand grabbed her wrist.
She looked up, and Prussian blue eyes gazed into her own. "Life isn't so cheap that you can throw it away on whim," Heero said softly.[3]
Glaring at him, she hissed, "Well, mine is."
"Hello? ... Yes, at the Winner residence. .. You'll send an ambulance right away? Thank you." Quatre hung up the phone. Turning to the rest of the pilots, he told them, "The ambulance ought to be here in about five minutes."
Wufei hmphed. "Isn't that just like a woman, trying to commit suicide and failing."
"Listen to me, Man, staring Death in the face as it takes you is honorable, not just taking the coward's way out and simply killing yourself in less than a minute."
The Chinese youth's fists clenched. "What did you say?"
"I said that staring Death in the face as it takes you is braver than just glimpsing it as you die, jackass. Are you deaf as well as ignorant?"
His voice rose as he replied. "Who are you, to be telling me what is brave and honorable?"
Tajima's own voice, hoarse with the barely concealed pain, rose to match his. "Someone who is obviously stronger than you, coward!" She spat the word out.
Duo whistled. "I never thought I'd see the day."
Trowa watched, cold anger slowly dissipating. 'She's barely our age,' he observed, 'and yet she's evidently been through training harsher than ours and possibly since she was born.'
The wail of a siren brought everyone back to the girl's present state. Her head snapped up, and she tried to rise. This movement cost more than it seemed, for the blood flooded down her shirt again. Sensing she was about to pass out, Heero urgently took her by the shoulders. "What's your name?"
A sardonic grin twisted one side of her mouth. Like she was going to tell them. "Make one up." The world faded to black.
Two medics rushed up with a stretcher. "What happened here?!" demanded one of them.
The other viewed the scene with an experienced look. He placed a hand on his partner's shoulder. "Dave, calm down. Looks like attempted suicide. These boys didn't do anything." He turned to the pilots. "Say, what's the girl's name?"
"Umm." They all exchanged glances.
Dave got a closer look at Wufei, and suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, I know you! You're the preventer that works with Sally Po! Want to get the girl to her?"
Much relieved, they nodded. Tajima was loaded onto the stretcher and the ambulance sped into the night, siren screaming a warning to oncoming traffic.
Sally bent over her computer. "My God." she breathed. "She's got nearly the same physiology as Heero." She carefully tapped more keys, and frowned thoughtfully. Her eyes widened as she saw the amount of blood the girl had lost. It was already enough to have killed an average adult. Turning her head she called, "Get type O, universal donor!"
A nurse came running with the precious blood. "Here, Doctor Po," she panted.
Sally walked down to where the dark-haired girl lay strapped in much the same manner as pilot 01 had been over a year before, calling instructions out to a team of ready subordinates.
She paused for a moment, and murmured, "I hope to God that she'll make it through the night."
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[1]- Anything about that number seem familiar? Hmmm.. Oh, and that right there are some. I guess you could say they're a group of gods/goddesses that she calls on. No, I will not give it away, I REFUSE to give away my little secret plot here.
[2]- What about that seems VERY familiar?
[3]- This is a way of showing their growing out of old ideas and adopting new. I'll be showing other examples of this later.
Author's Note: Heh, short chappie, eh? My thanks goes to Lorimlowe2 and Divine Guardian who both reviewed, otherwise I wouldn'ta felt like getting this chapter out so fast. Arigato! But I'm so evil, it's another cliff- hanger. Hehehe, gomen. (dodges flying objects) I SAID "GOMEN"!! And the next chapter should be out a little later, okie? Be patient with me, I keep hittin' these lousy writer's blocks. Ja!
Disclaimer- The standard disclaimer applies. Don't own nothing except for my original character/characters.
Author's Note- I'll eventually get a complete character design of Tajima Ryuka up. I just need to draw one good enough and get my scanner to cooperate. Dumb thing. I swear, it's possessed! Anyway, on to the next chapter!
* * * * * * * *
Tajima's eyes slowly opened, automatically adjusting to the darkness of the hallway. She went back over the past events and lay there in the dark, reflecting and going over all her options. Finally, she decided. This hadn't been done in over a century, mostly because the pure humans had decreased in number. However, if they said was true, there were more here, wherever this was, even if it was the past. If it was the past, then best to die before she interfered. Perhaps it was that she was here that had caused most of the humans to die out. Still, she hesitated.
'It would have been nice,' she mused, 'to be part of a society where you didn't have to watch your back for vamps, shape shifters, and haunts. But that's not the point.'
Drawing a sharp silver blade from her belt, she carefully recited to rules in her mind. 'Right side is longer, more painful. Don't go for the left, always for the right so your enemies will never know you took the quick and easy coward's way out, unless you want to hit right above the heart. Five[1], this is going to hurt.'
She placed the blade on the left side, above her heart. She whispered a short incantation of her sect, 01 - Perfection [2]. Gritting her teeth, Tajima drew what she believed was one of her last breaths. Then, she drove the knife through, gasping from the pain, and waited for Death.
Heero sat up in bed. He had forgotten something, but what? Silently rising, he opened his door and walked down the hallway. Labored breathing to his right caught his attention. A figure was bent over, trying to suppress the sound. Kneeling down, he saw it was the girl. Barely a second later, Heero saw the knife handle in her hands and the trickle of blood running down her shirt.
"God," he said softly, "what did you do?"
He pried her hands away from the handle and slowly drew the knife out. Blood began flooding in dark rivers down. Ripping the sleeve from his shirt, he staunched the flow. She glared at him.
"Don't interfere," she snarled roughly, voice shaking with the suppressed pain. She tried to push his hand away.
He pressed harder and the river slowed to a stream. "Duo, Quatre, Wufei." he called down the corridor, and paused, not sure if he should call Trowa as well. Four doors opened, Trowa having woken as well as the others Heero had called.
Duo yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he walked down. "What's the- Holy shit," he exclaimed, stopping dead in his tracks as he saw the bloody knife in the hallway. "What the hell happened?"
"Mind your own goddamn business," she snapped back at him.
"No one's going to hurt you." Quatre said quietly, "so rel-"
"I'd like to see anyone try. If they do, either they or myself will die." Another shining blade appeared in her hand and she swiftly brought it around to exactly where her heart was, intent on finishing the job when another hand grabbed her wrist.
She looked up, and Prussian blue eyes gazed into her own. "Life isn't so cheap that you can throw it away on whim," Heero said softly.[3]
Glaring at him, she hissed, "Well, mine is."
"Hello? ... Yes, at the Winner residence. .. You'll send an ambulance right away? Thank you." Quatre hung up the phone. Turning to the rest of the pilots, he told them, "The ambulance ought to be here in about five minutes."
Wufei hmphed. "Isn't that just like a woman, trying to commit suicide and failing."
"Listen to me, Man, staring Death in the face as it takes you is honorable, not just taking the coward's way out and simply killing yourself in less than a minute."
The Chinese youth's fists clenched. "What did you say?"
"I said that staring Death in the face as it takes you is braver than just glimpsing it as you die, jackass. Are you deaf as well as ignorant?"
His voice rose as he replied. "Who are you, to be telling me what is brave and honorable?"
Tajima's own voice, hoarse with the barely concealed pain, rose to match his. "Someone who is obviously stronger than you, coward!" She spat the word out.
Duo whistled. "I never thought I'd see the day."
Trowa watched, cold anger slowly dissipating. 'She's barely our age,' he observed, 'and yet she's evidently been through training harsher than ours and possibly since she was born.'
The wail of a siren brought everyone back to the girl's present state. Her head snapped up, and she tried to rise. This movement cost more than it seemed, for the blood flooded down her shirt again. Sensing she was about to pass out, Heero urgently took her by the shoulders. "What's your name?"
A sardonic grin twisted one side of her mouth. Like she was going to tell them. "Make one up." The world faded to black.
Two medics rushed up with a stretcher. "What happened here?!" demanded one of them.
The other viewed the scene with an experienced look. He placed a hand on his partner's shoulder. "Dave, calm down. Looks like attempted suicide. These boys didn't do anything." He turned to the pilots. "Say, what's the girl's name?"
"Umm." They all exchanged glances.
Dave got a closer look at Wufei, and suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, I know you! You're the preventer that works with Sally Po! Want to get the girl to her?"
Much relieved, they nodded. Tajima was loaded onto the stretcher and the ambulance sped into the night, siren screaming a warning to oncoming traffic.
Sally bent over her computer. "My God." she breathed. "She's got nearly the same physiology as Heero." She carefully tapped more keys, and frowned thoughtfully. Her eyes widened as she saw the amount of blood the girl had lost. It was already enough to have killed an average adult. Turning her head she called, "Get type O, universal donor!"
A nurse came running with the precious blood. "Here, Doctor Po," she panted.
Sally walked down to where the dark-haired girl lay strapped in much the same manner as pilot 01 had been over a year before, calling instructions out to a team of ready subordinates.
She paused for a moment, and murmured, "I hope to God that she'll make it through the night."
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[1]- Anything about that number seem familiar? Hmmm.. Oh, and that right there are some. I guess you could say they're a group of gods/goddesses that she calls on. No, I will not give it away, I REFUSE to give away my little secret plot here.
[2]- What about that seems VERY familiar?
[3]- This is a way of showing their growing out of old ideas and adopting new. I'll be showing other examples of this later.
Author's Note: Heh, short chappie, eh? My thanks goes to Lorimlowe2 and Divine Guardian who both reviewed, otherwise I wouldn'ta felt like getting this chapter out so fast. Arigato! But I'm so evil, it's another cliff- hanger. Hehehe, gomen. (dodges flying objects) I SAID "GOMEN"!! And the next chapter should be out a little later, okie? Be patient with me, I keep hittin' these lousy writer's blocks. Ja!