Chapter 3: The Playing Field For the Godly
A/N: Guess what! I actually have a plan for this chapter! YAY! Something is going to happen, something is going to happen, and I know what it is, yo-o- ou don't..yet anyhow. Lol, I have too much fun with these, you know.
Heh, I'm talking on the phone, and writing and listening to music and thinking, and a whole heck of a lot of other things AT THE SAME TIME. Aren't I talented? Music is a good thing, you know that? I listen to it a lot. DUDE, if I ever get incarcerated for something, I could always say, "THE MUSIC MADE ME DO IT THE MUSIC MADE ME DO IT!!!"
Hehe, I'll never get incarcerated though, cause I'm a good little person. ^- ^
Ok, I've gotten a confused review, and I'm going to clarify this now. The following chapter has to do with Hitomi Fuse. She is the thing that was talking as Kaoru in the first chapter. This explains a little bit more of WHAT she is, WHAT she is doing, and WHY most of all. Plus...hehe.
P.S.- I've been informed that in the last chapter, my Froggy looks like a spider. *shrug* At least it's a cute spider. Follow the spider, froggy, or whatever you want to call it, just so long as I get you to push that little |Go| button.
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is not mine. But I can obsess over the characters. ^.~ KENSHIN IS MINE! *growls protectively* Actually, I'll just keep the Battousai. Ya'll can HAVE Kenshin. Tehe.
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"Hey ya Hitomi, you might want to see this! Check out your channel 5!" called a drone from the back room. Hitomi paused in her nail work. She had most of her nails painted, should she jeopardize them by grabbing her remote?
'Nah.'
Sighing, she flipped the channels using her mind. The door to her spacious office creaked; someone had forgotten to knock. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously. There were very, very few people who could do that and get away with it. She continued flipping channels as she cast out her mind in search of the newcomer.
She felt the cautious aura, tinted a light blue in her mind. Her brother. 'Why that arrogant son of a---!' he walked in front of her desk, the absolute picture of male perfection. "Fjork." Hitomi growled.
Her television remote leaped off her desk and hurled itself at him. He quirked an eyebrow and the remote fell two feet short of its target. "Damn. What are you doing here anyhow?" Hitomi asked, her sugar and spice smile fixed once again.
Hopefully he didn't know of her little game. If he had found out, he would want to be part of it too. That could have potentially disastrous consequences. Her brother was simply too kind-hearted for that. Manipulating people as a source of entertainment was not a good thing to him.
That was why he'd never tried for the Elite. He felt they used the people for their purposes, when each should have their own free will. He was a dreamer.
Their father, Dreiden, was very disappointed that only one of his children had bettered themselves enough to become part of the Elite. He didn't like the fact that the one child that HAD made it was female either.
His beliefs were that a female's place was among the unborn, watching and nurturing so that each child would flower. Hitomi had grown up wit a major inferiority complex because of his "beliefs".
When her mother had finally drawn her out of it, the result was Hitomi's instinctive dislike of the entire male species. The one male that could even get close enough to talk to her was her brother. Two years younger than she, Fjork and she had always been close, though they weren't related by blood.
Fjork's real mother had abandoned him when he was only a few weeks old. To this day they still weren't sure who she was, and really, they didn't want to know. In the God/Goddess world, all that mattered was your power.
Hitomi was a psychic Goddess, her telepathy and telekinesis surpassed only by the Voyridal himself. Fjork was an odd combination of the Music God, Nature Goddess, Water Goddess, and Psychic God, thus his abilities were far greater than Hitomi's. This irked her very much.
Then again, Fjork just had that way about him. He could annoy her without really doing anything. But she still loved him. Much as a Psychic Goddess could love anyhow. None of the Gods or Goddesses up here really loved anyhow. Pairings were for pleasure; couples rarely got serious enough to join powers.
Hitomi's father and Fjork's adoptive father Dreiden was a Storm God. He controlled the lightning, thunder, and could manipulate certain storm-like forces. In other words he was a God of Destruction.
Their mother, a Dream Goddess, was the only one seen to be able to tame his wild spirit. That hardly accounted for anything, Dream Goddesses were known for their hypnosis. Anyhow, time for her to stop pondering her past and get back to the matter at hand.
The best thing Hitomi could hope for was that her brother had just dropped by to chat, and not to confront her of her new discovery. "So, whatcha up to Sis?" Fjork asked, propping himself comfortably against the thin air in Hitomi's office.
"Not much really, I've got a couple of paranormal occurrences this afternoon, an elderly couple's memories to erase, you know, the usual."
"Ah.I see. Nothing, UNUSUAL going on?" Fjork grinned. He loved teasing his sister about her job; it was just so easy to get her riled up.
"Fjork I swear one of these days I'll fry your ass." Hitomi replied calmly, looking down at her forgotten nails. "Why didn't you knock anyway?"
"I didn't figure you would want me to let the entire Plane know what you've been doing." Fjork shrugged. 'Damn, so he does know.' Hitomi thought. 'But then why hasn't he said something?'
"What do you mean, what I've been doing?" Hitomi said calmly, repairing the damage done to her index fingernail. 'Best to keep your cool and play innocent until he comes out and shows he really knows what you've been doing.' She thought to herself.
"Come on Sis, you really think you could hide it from me? I felt the excitement in your aura the first time you figured out how to manipulate them! I've just been watching to see where you'd take it." Fjork smiled. "Damn it! How do you always catch me doing things I'm not supposed to!?" Hitomi ranted. "I bet you're a spy for the Others."
Fjork backed away at the sight of her narrowed, angry turquoise eyes. "Ahhaha, no Sis, I'm not a spy!" he stuttered. Hitomi's eyes widened slightly. Fjork sighed. Those narrow little slits of hers scared him sometimes. One day she was just going to explode and THAT, my friends, would be the day, oh yes, THAT would be the day the heavens fell.
"What if I said I didn't believe you?" Hitomi asked calmly. "You DO believe me, or you would have called Elite security by now." Fjork replied nervously. "Says who I can't deal with you by myself?" Hitomi replied just as calmly as ever.
Her calm was scaring Fjork. The 17-year old prodigy was too good at shielding his aura to let her know that though. He was sure she was probing at his mind as they spoke, but since he lacked that one aspect needed for telepathy, he couldn't yell at her to stop it.
Well he could, but spoken speech wasn't much for making a telepath give up. Fjork turned to the wide projection playing on the wall. "What is this?" he asked, trying to change the subject. "That is my little amusement project." Hitomi said, a smile splitting her face.
'Geez, she's really proud of herself for learning to control them.' Fjork thought. He snorted. It was getting stuffy in here; all the commotion he was stirring up was triggering Hitomi's fiery instincts. He asked the wind for a slight chill, and instantly the room cooled considerably.
"I was wondering if you were EVER going to do that." Hitomi called. Her back was to him. Evidently she'd teleported to the luxurious futon/couch in front of the screen. "Yeah, sorry, I was a little lost in my thoughts here." He answered, walking over to her.
He rested his arms of the back of the couch, looking down at his lanky sister. She was quite the epitome of feminine beauty. Her long, curly, midnight black hair trailed onto the futon, a single strand she kept in her fingers, twirling it around her pinky. Her high cheekbones only accented her turquoise eyes, and her dainty lips were often pulled back into a pout.
Fjork sighed. No time for those kinds of thoughts. "What's going on?" Fjork watched as the redheaded man's amber-eyed stare frighten the nearby citizens.
"Well, right now his woman, that's who the girl he's carrying is, his woman was just visited by MWA! And, well when I left her body, she kind of collapsed, which I meant to happen, yet I didn't really, but at the same time.Oh, it's so complicated. You see, that man is the Hitokiri Battousai. Except for now he's taken a vow that he will 'never kill again'." Hitomi emphasized the last three words with finger quotes, loosing her hair from her finger. She rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Right."
"So, I've told him that unless he can find a cure for what is wrong with his "Kaoru" then she is going to die. But well, I can't really kill her because then the Voyridal would get suspicious, and that's not something I want. But, he doesn't know that. Anyhow, now he's gone all Battousai again, and I guess I'm going to help him stay that way by sending little grotesque images to nudge him over the edge." Hitomi looked up at her horrified little brother.
"Oh now, what's wrong?" she asked sweetly, "Too violent for your tastes?"
"No." he lied.
"Right now he's taking her to the clinic, and guess what the doctor will find wrong with her! Absolutely nothing. Isn't this the greatest!" Hitomi giggled delightedly.
She sat up on her couch and bounced gaily. "I'm so excited to see how this will turn out!"
Just then Hitomi's pager beeped. "Hitomi, you're needed in Forensics." The voice intoned. She rolled her eyes. "People never understand the meaning of 'busy' around here." Getting up off her couch she turned to the door.
"Feel free to stay and watch. But if I find out you've tampered with my game!!" Hitomi let the threat dangle. "Don't worry Sis." Fjork replied. He propelled himself over the back of her couch landing sprawled in the middle.
"I'll just stay here and watch for a while." Hitomi smiled once again before sliding open the metallic door to the outside. "Be good." She warned. Fjork rolled his eyes. As soon as the door beeped shut again, he was on his feet.
How was he going to let the Others know without endangering Hitomi! What she was doing was definitely not right, but he didn't want her to get hurt. He needed to think. The one place he'd always been able to do that was in the Terrarium. Now all he needed to do was contact the Others.
On the screen an amber-eyed hitokiri jumped to his feet, much to the puzzlement of the surrounding patients.
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A/N: HAHAHA! I like it. Even though it's spectacularly longer than the other chapters I've been writing, I'd have to say this is by far one of the more interesting ones. Now you understand more about Hitomi, and I've opened another door in your mind.
Hopefully that is.
Well, must go now, things to do, people to write, story ideas to ponder.
/\( ;-; )/\ /\(`;-;`)/\
^See the Froggy/cute Spider? Follow him to the review button, he really cares about you and wants to see how you feel! He's a psychologist. That other GIRL spider/frog got lots of help from him.
See how happy she looks?
A/N: Guess what! I actually have a plan for this chapter! YAY! Something is going to happen, something is going to happen, and I know what it is, yo-o- ou don't..yet anyhow. Lol, I have too much fun with these, you know.
Heh, I'm talking on the phone, and writing and listening to music and thinking, and a whole heck of a lot of other things AT THE SAME TIME. Aren't I talented? Music is a good thing, you know that? I listen to it a lot. DUDE, if I ever get incarcerated for something, I could always say, "THE MUSIC MADE ME DO IT THE MUSIC MADE ME DO IT!!!"
Hehe, I'll never get incarcerated though, cause I'm a good little person. ^- ^
Ok, I've gotten a confused review, and I'm going to clarify this now. The following chapter has to do with Hitomi Fuse. She is the thing that was talking as Kaoru in the first chapter. This explains a little bit more of WHAT she is, WHAT she is doing, and WHY most of all. Plus...hehe.
P.S.- I've been informed that in the last chapter, my Froggy looks like a spider. *shrug* At least it's a cute spider. Follow the spider, froggy, or whatever you want to call it, just so long as I get you to push that little |Go| button.
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is not mine. But I can obsess over the characters. ^.~ KENSHIN IS MINE! *growls protectively* Actually, I'll just keep the Battousai. Ya'll can HAVE Kenshin. Tehe.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
"Hey ya Hitomi, you might want to see this! Check out your channel 5!" called a drone from the back room. Hitomi paused in her nail work. She had most of her nails painted, should she jeopardize them by grabbing her remote?
'Nah.'
Sighing, she flipped the channels using her mind. The door to her spacious office creaked; someone had forgotten to knock. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously. There were very, very few people who could do that and get away with it. She continued flipping channels as she cast out her mind in search of the newcomer.
She felt the cautious aura, tinted a light blue in her mind. Her brother. 'Why that arrogant son of a---!' he walked in front of her desk, the absolute picture of male perfection. "Fjork." Hitomi growled.
Her television remote leaped off her desk and hurled itself at him. He quirked an eyebrow and the remote fell two feet short of its target. "Damn. What are you doing here anyhow?" Hitomi asked, her sugar and spice smile fixed once again.
Hopefully he didn't know of her little game. If he had found out, he would want to be part of it too. That could have potentially disastrous consequences. Her brother was simply too kind-hearted for that. Manipulating people as a source of entertainment was not a good thing to him.
That was why he'd never tried for the Elite. He felt they used the people for their purposes, when each should have their own free will. He was a dreamer.
Their father, Dreiden, was very disappointed that only one of his children had bettered themselves enough to become part of the Elite. He didn't like the fact that the one child that HAD made it was female either.
His beliefs were that a female's place was among the unborn, watching and nurturing so that each child would flower. Hitomi had grown up wit a major inferiority complex because of his "beliefs".
When her mother had finally drawn her out of it, the result was Hitomi's instinctive dislike of the entire male species. The one male that could even get close enough to talk to her was her brother. Two years younger than she, Fjork and she had always been close, though they weren't related by blood.
Fjork's real mother had abandoned him when he was only a few weeks old. To this day they still weren't sure who she was, and really, they didn't want to know. In the God/Goddess world, all that mattered was your power.
Hitomi was a psychic Goddess, her telepathy and telekinesis surpassed only by the Voyridal himself. Fjork was an odd combination of the Music God, Nature Goddess, Water Goddess, and Psychic God, thus his abilities were far greater than Hitomi's. This irked her very much.
Then again, Fjork just had that way about him. He could annoy her without really doing anything. But she still loved him. Much as a Psychic Goddess could love anyhow. None of the Gods or Goddesses up here really loved anyhow. Pairings were for pleasure; couples rarely got serious enough to join powers.
Hitomi's father and Fjork's adoptive father Dreiden was a Storm God. He controlled the lightning, thunder, and could manipulate certain storm-like forces. In other words he was a God of Destruction.
Their mother, a Dream Goddess, was the only one seen to be able to tame his wild spirit. That hardly accounted for anything, Dream Goddesses were known for their hypnosis. Anyhow, time for her to stop pondering her past and get back to the matter at hand.
The best thing Hitomi could hope for was that her brother had just dropped by to chat, and not to confront her of her new discovery. "So, whatcha up to Sis?" Fjork asked, propping himself comfortably against the thin air in Hitomi's office.
"Not much really, I've got a couple of paranormal occurrences this afternoon, an elderly couple's memories to erase, you know, the usual."
"Ah.I see. Nothing, UNUSUAL going on?" Fjork grinned. He loved teasing his sister about her job; it was just so easy to get her riled up.
"Fjork I swear one of these days I'll fry your ass." Hitomi replied calmly, looking down at her forgotten nails. "Why didn't you knock anyway?"
"I didn't figure you would want me to let the entire Plane know what you've been doing." Fjork shrugged. 'Damn, so he does know.' Hitomi thought. 'But then why hasn't he said something?'
"What do you mean, what I've been doing?" Hitomi said calmly, repairing the damage done to her index fingernail. 'Best to keep your cool and play innocent until he comes out and shows he really knows what you've been doing.' She thought to herself.
"Come on Sis, you really think you could hide it from me? I felt the excitement in your aura the first time you figured out how to manipulate them! I've just been watching to see where you'd take it." Fjork smiled. "Damn it! How do you always catch me doing things I'm not supposed to!?" Hitomi ranted. "I bet you're a spy for the Others."
Fjork backed away at the sight of her narrowed, angry turquoise eyes. "Ahhaha, no Sis, I'm not a spy!" he stuttered. Hitomi's eyes widened slightly. Fjork sighed. Those narrow little slits of hers scared him sometimes. One day she was just going to explode and THAT, my friends, would be the day, oh yes, THAT would be the day the heavens fell.
"What if I said I didn't believe you?" Hitomi asked calmly. "You DO believe me, or you would have called Elite security by now." Fjork replied nervously. "Says who I can't deal with you by myself?" Hitomi replied just as calmly as ever.
Her calm was scaring Fjork. The 17-year old prodigy was too good at shielding his aura to let her know that though. He was sure she was probing at his mind as they spoke, but since he lacked that one aspect needed for telepathy, he couldn't yell at her to stop it.
Well he could, but spoken speech wasn't much for making a telepath give up. Fjork turned to the wide projection playing on the wall. "What is this?" he asked, trying to change the subject. "That is my little amusement project." Hitomi said, a smile splitting her face.
'Geez, she's really proud of herself for learning to control them.' Fjork thought. He snorted. It was getting stuffy in here; all the commotion he was stirring up was triggering Hitomi's fiery instincts. He asked the wind for a slight chill, and instantly the room cooled considerably.
"I was wondering if you were EVER going to do that." Hitomi called. Her back was to him. Evidently she'd teleported to the luxurious futon/couch in front of the screen. "Yeah, sorry, I was a little lost in my thoughts here." He answered, walking over to her.
He rested his arms of the back of the couch, looking down at his lanky sister. She was quite the epitome of feminine beauty. Her long, curly, midnight black hair trailed onto the futon, a single strand she kept in her fingers, twirling it around her pinky. Her high cheekbones only accented her turquoise eyes, and her dainty lips were often pulled back into a pout.
Fjork sighed. No time for those kinds of thoughts. "What's going on?" Fjork watched as the redheaded man's amber-eyed stare frighten the nearby citizens.
"Well, right now his woman, that's who the girl he's carrying is, his woman was just visited by MWA! And, well when I left her body, she kind of collapsed, which I meant to happen, yet I didn't really, but at the same time.Oh, it's so complicated. You see, that man is the Hitokiri Battousai. Except for now he's taken a vow that he will 'never kill again'." Hitomi emphasized the last three words with finger quotes, loosing her hair from her finger. She rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Right."
"So, I've told him that unless he can find a cure for what is wrong with his "Kaoru" then she is going to die. But well, I can't really kill her because then the Voyridal would get suspicious, and that's not something I want. But, he doesn't know that. Anyhow, now he's gone all Battousai again, and I guess I'm going to help him stay that way by sending little grotesque images to nudge him over the edge." Hitomi looked up at her horrified little brother.
"Oh now, what's wrong?" she asked sweetly, "Too violent for your tastes?"
"No." he lied.
"Right now he's taking her to the clinic, and guess what the doctor will find wrong with her! Absolutely nothing. Isn't this the greatest!" Hitomi giggled delightedly.
She sat up on her couch and bounced gaily. "I'm so excited to see how this will turn out!"
Just then Hitomi's pager beeped. "Hitomi, you're needed in Forensics." The voice intoned. She rolled her eyes. "People never understand the meaning of 'busy' around here." Getting up off her couch she turned to the door.
"Feel free to stay and watch. But if I find out you've tampered with my game!!" Hitomi let the threat dangle. "Don't worry Sis." Fjork replied. He propelled himself over the back of her couch landing sprawled in the middle.
"I'll just stay here and watch for a while." Hitomi smiled once again before sliding open the metallic door to the outside. "Be good." She warned. Fjork rolled his eyes. As soon as the door beeped shut again, he was on his feet.
How was he going to let the Others know without endangering Hitomi! What she was doing was definitely not right, but he didn't want her to get hurt. He needed to think. The one place he'd always been able to do that was in the Terrarium. Now all he needed to do was contact the Others.
On the screen an amber-eyed hitokiri jumped to his feet, much to the puzzlement of the surrounding patients.
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A/N: HAHAHA! I like it. Even though it's spectacularly longer than the other chapters I've been writing, I'd have to say this is by far one of the more interesting ones. Now you understand more about Hitomi, and I've opened another door in your mind.
Hopefully that is.
Well, must go now, things to do, people to write, story ideas to ponder.
/\( ;-; )/\ /\(`;-;`)/\
^See the Froggy/cute Spider? Follow him to the review button, he really cares about you and wants to see how you feel! He's a psychologist. That other GIRL spider/frog got lots of help from him.
See how happy she looks?