Rhythm of the Waltz–By: sayuri06g
Chapter 2
A New Beginning
I awoke sometime later, greeted by a voice, that was like a faint whisper to my re-adjusting ears; "Good afternoon Kairaya. Just relax. You're safe now. Everything's gong to be fine." The owner of the voice was obviously male. Young, but something about him seemed old, as if he were wise beyond his years. He meant to be reassuring, but I could sense something was wrong...
"Mama! Papa!" I yelled. I tried to sit up, but found myself instantly pinned down by a pair of strong arms.
"Please relax Miss Kairaya, you need your rest. You've been through the ringer!" His voice sounded anxious, almost pleading. I couldn't help but to obey. That time he spoke, he was right noxt to me, allowing me to conclude that the arms belonged to him.
As soon as I relaxed, he stopped holding me down, and went back to where he was before. I opened my eyes in order to observe my surroundings, only to see that...well...I couldn't see. I was...
"Blind," he said, as though he sensed my uneasiness. That confirmed my suspicion. "You've been in a coma for two months, five days, thirteen hours, ten minutes, and...twelve seconds. You are at the lunar base, we are not your enemies, and dinner isn't for four more hours. However, since you're ravenous, I'll have a small...okay, large snack sent up to you here in the infirmary." My jaw just about hit the floor after hearing that. He had answered all of my questions, before I even asked any...in the EXACT order I was wondering them! "Yes, I am psychic. Mental telepathy is my talent. Everyone here has some sort of psychic ability. We view our powers as gifts form god, and hope to use them to restore peace."
"But I am not psychic. Why am I here?" I asked confused...totally confused.
"That my friend, (and I do hope we'll be friends,) is where you're wrong. We are constantly on the look-out for possible assets to our mission. When your colony was destroyed, it expanded your mind. The average human uses only around 10% of their brain, in order to survive in normal condition. Once in a great while, when a person experiences a large psychological blow, such as the loss of a loved one, the percentage of the used brain expands, to help us deal with these impacts. Sometimes the mind expands enough to allow a person to control unseen forces. You on the other hand, have particularly interested the leaders of our operation. The impact of the colony tragedy had such an enormous impact on you, that your mind has expanded far beyond that of a normal psychic. We have great hopes for you. With your corporation, we can teach you how to control your abilities. I know that you're not going to trust us right away, but please give it a try."
He definitely had me sold. "I'll give it a try...but first, your name?"
"Oh yeah...how stupid of me...my name is Cayden Tamra," and with that he walked out the door.
As I listened to his footsteps fade into the distance, I wondered what this mysterious Cayden looked like...and how the hell he knew my name!
A/N: Hurray for chappie two...Please review! This fic does pertain to Gundam Wing, I just haven't gotten there yet...(yippy...I had to fix this chapter, because before, I accidentally put the author's note before the last paragraph...oops...)
Chapter 2
A New Beginning
I awoke sometime later, greeted by a voice, that was like a faint whisper to my re-adjusting ears; "Good afternoon Kairaya. Just relax. You're safe now. Everything's gong to be fine." The owner of the voice was obviously male. Young, but something about him seemed old, as if he were wise beyond his years. He meant to be reassuring, but I could sense something was wrong...
"Mama! Papa!" I yelled. I tried to sit up, but found myself instantly pinned down by a pair of strong arms.
"Please relax Miss Kairaya, you need your rest. You've been through the ringer!" His voice sounded anxious, almost pleading. I couldn't help but to obey. That time he spoke, he was right noxt to me, allowing me to conclude that the arms belonged to him.
As soon as I relaxed, he stopped holding me down, and went back to where he was before. I opened my eyes in order to observe my surroundings, only to see that...well...I couldn't see. I was...
"Blind," he said, as though he sensed my uneasiness. That confirmed my suspicion. "You've been in a coma for two months, five days, thirteen hours, ten minutes, and...twelve seconds. You are at the lunar base, we are not your enemies, and dinner isn't for four more hours. However, since you're ravenous, I'll have a small...okay, large snack sent up to you here in the infirmary." My jaw just about hit the floor after hearing that. He had answered all of my questions, before I even asked any...in the EXACT order I was wondering them! "Yes, I am psychic. Mental telepathy is my talent. Everyone here has some sort of psychic ability. We view our powers as gifts form god, and hope to use them to restore peace."
"But I am not psychic. Why am I here?" I asked confused...totally confused.
"That my friend, (and I do hope we'll be friends,) is where you're wrong. We are constantly on the look-out for possible assets to our mission. When your colony was destroyed, it expanded your mind. The average human uses only around 10% of their brain, in order to survive in normal condition. Once in a great while, when a person experiences a large psychological blow, such as the loss of a loved one, the percentage of the used brain expands, to help us deal with these impacts. Sometimes the mind expands enough to allow a person to control unseen forces. You on the other hand, have particularly interested the leaders of our operation. The impact of the colony tragedy had such an enormous impact on you, that your mind has expanded far beyond that of a normal psychic. We have great hopes for you. With your corporation, we can teach you how to control your abilities. I know that you're not going to trust us right away, but please give it a try."
He definitely had me sold. "I'll give it a try...but first, your name?"
"Oh yeah...how stupid of me...my name is Cayden Tamra," and with that he walked out the door.
As I listened to his footsteps fade into the distance, I wondered what this mysterious Cayden looked like...and how the hell he knew my name!
A/N: Hurray for chappie two...Please review! This fic does pertain to Gundam Wing, I just haven't gotten there yet...(yippy...I had to fix this chapter, because before, I accidentally put the author's note before the last paragraph...oops...)