Chapter 3
[To all my readers: I LOVE YOU! Thanks so much! Oh, and to Lucky Slorg -I wrote this for you, why aren't you reading this? READ! To Dad, who isn't going to read this, but I felt like writing this anyway: KURAMA'S NOT A GIRL! Okay, not that that's off my chest, let's go. The disclaimer is in the previous chapter. (And it rhymes, too!)]
After undoing Neko 's straightjacket, Sireah, Lucky Slorg, Kagome, and Tikal set off to put their plan into action. Neko was flailing her arms around, purely because she hadn't been able to for a while. The men in the white suits had taken her and thrown her in a soft pillow-ish room, and the nice doctor lady had given up all hope for her, Neko had guessed, because during her last session, she had burst into tears, leaving Neko with only the voices to talk to. Neko thought to herself as, for the millionth (according to Tikal) time, she hit Tikky hard in the nose with a flailing arm. With little notice, Neko went back to her thoughts.
She recalled the first time she'd met the voices, and had been carried away by the nice men, who had given her her very own white jacket. It was a bit too small, Neko thought, because it was really tight, but it's the thought that counts, ne? She had been set in a room, with soft, squashy pads, and every so often, she was allowed out to see a doctor. She vaguely remembered something the doctor lady (whose name she couldn't seem to remember clearly; the cheese graters must have had something to do with that.) had said about being "Overly obsessed with this 'Kurama' person" and "schizophrenic" but she stored the thought away as Lucky Slorg interrupted.
"Hey, Neko."
"Hmm?"
"We're here."
Neko looked up. Above her, she could see what any normal human would expect to see. Clouds and sky.
"Sireah thinks this is about where Reikai is, if you go up high enough," Kagome supplied.
"Oh, I see," Lucky Slorg said.
"Question. How do we get up there?" Neko asked.
Kagome looked over at her. "Oh, you'll see."
TBC