Tachiagair Jakunen Written by: Fira Flame

I do not own these characters; they belong to their respective owners. Keeren belongs to me and Missy and Teri belong to Missy and Teri.

This is a re-written version of the original copy of Tachiagair Jakunen, which I had written in the fall of 2002. It sucked, really bad, so here I am, re-writing it...

Enjoy!

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Chapter 8

"Genrou"

"..."

"Genrou"

"hmf"

"GenROU"

"mmrrff..."

"GENROU!!!" Melissa grabbed Tasuki's shoulder and jerked him forward, a bit rougher than intended, but the affect was good. "LISTEN--" The start of her shout was perfectly uniformed with Tasuki's forehead smacking into the entertainment center. "--TO ME!!"

Tasuki let out a yelp and held his forehead with pain. His head made an awful thud when he had hit. The short term memory of the television show he had been watching (a dim memory of the title sounded like 'Shoot Me') had been blown away completely. He looked up at Melissa, who was towering over him with a pissed off looking face.

"Whaa---aat?" He whined, wincing at his forehead. "YOU'RE healing this ya'know..."

"No I'm not." The healer folded her arms. She sighed, and begun again. "Like I was saying EARLIER, when you'ere glued to th' TV. I'm goin' out to the mall, Hot Topic is havin' a sale. You wanna go?"

Tasuki frowned and shook his head. "Nah. Them crowds gimme a headache."

"You already got a headache."

"That's th' point." Tasuki pulled himself to stand, his back popping. Melissa's eyes drank the sight of him. It was only late august, it was still warm. Being so, Tasuki decided to stalk the house clad only in jeans and sandals, an occasional bandana in his hair to keep it out of his face. Melissa didn't even bother to pull her eyes away from his body. Oh yeah, he was hot. Tasuki gave her an odd look and reached over, poking her in the forehead.

"You doin' that'll give me an advantage later on..."

"Mmm hmmm..." Melissa replied, daydreaming. A sudden quiet wave of nausea returned her to reality. She was still sick every morning, even after the nights she hadn't drunken herself to sleep.

"Well, I'm goin' " Melissa said, grabbing her keys off the coffee table. "I'll be back some time else."

"Whatever." Tasuki replied, plopping back down onto the couch.

"Stop dropping yourself into the couches!!" Melissa screeched at him like a worried mother.

"I'm not!!"

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Her hair whipped into her face. She should have been wearing her helmet. A previous accident had broken it and she had not decided to get a new one yet. She might get a new one today. It was QUITE possible if she was caught without one a large ticket would be at hand. Melissa darted her eyes to either side as she passed a 4-way street and sped on. The dirt road she was on made it seem she was doing motor cross, a sport she was tempted to try at an earlier age. Another bump. The healer hoped to have done a leap, but the aging tires on her motorcycle wouldn't allow it. That's another thing she needed. But the balance in her checking account was getting low.

There was another 4-way street coming up ahead. She didn't slow down, being these back roads near the Issues Pad were usually dead empty besides herself and someone else who lived in the area, which was rare, this was a senior area, Melissa and her friends were probably the only people under the age of 30 (excluding Legolas) in a 5 mile radius. She hit two bumps, she was air born. Not by far, but she still loved the feeling of flying not under her own Saiya-jin power.

The speeds she was moving up to were so high she didn't notice the semi advancing towards the intersection, near the same speed as she was. The horn let out a blast of 6 differently pitched air horns, finally calling to Melissa's attention, but by then, it was too late, she was already in the center of the intersection. The Semi hit her at such force, she was thrown from the seat of her bike. Her head colliding with the grill of the truck rendered her unconscious before she had even hit the ground, even Saiya- jins can't stand up to a good concussion. While she was blacked out, the large double wheels barely missed crushing her lower legs. She rolled along the ground until she hit her bike, which was lodged between the spare wheels and the moving wheels in front of it. Melissa was then dragged for a good fifty feet until the truck came to a complete stop. The jammed motorcycle dropped from it's lodged position and onto Melissa's right arm. By then, the driver was always out of the cab and running back.

Melissa missed all the fun.

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"Was she suppose to take this long?"

"Well, she DID say there was a sale at Hot Topic, and you know Missy..."

"Hot Topic closed by now, I called."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Keeren growled, rapping her fingers on the kitchen table. Melissa had agreed the night before to make dinner TODAY, and here she was, NOT home. Keeren was definitely pissed. Across the table, an equally ticked, and an equally hungry Teri. Neither noticed the Chiriko sitting at the table as well, they were either too hungry or too pissed. Chiriko looked from Saiya- jin to Saiya-elf, and back a few times. He finally popped the courage to suggest something.

"Maybe... she has her Cellular Phone?"

Keeren sighed and yanked on her hair. "Damn, I should have thought of that." She pushed herself from the table and grabbed the telephone off the hook. Running her finger down the list of phone numbers pasted to the wall, she dialed in Melissa's cell number. A sharp beep came from the speaker and a pre-recorded voice chimed in.

"This number is no longer in ser-"

Keeren put the phone back on the hook before the message had even finished. She muttered a curse and dropped herself back into the chair.

"Her phone either isn't working or she has it turned off. I choose the latter idea, she never turns her phone off."

"Though." Teri started. "She does break those on accident every once in a while, possible."

"Of coarse."

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Her vision was blurry. That was the first thing she registered when she opened her eyes. Her eyes hadn't been blurry since high school, when she had glasses. She raised her hand to her head as a headache begun to grow. Did she drink last night again?

(i better stop before i become an alcoholic)

Another thing registered was the thin wrap of cloth around her forehead.

(the fuck?)

Melissa forced her eyes to focus. The white ceiling and white walls stung her eyes and didn't help the headache much at all. The texture of the wrap was obviously a bandage, but why? She tried to use her other arm as a prop to lift herself up, but something new interrupted it. Pain? And a cast?

(been a while since i had one of those)

She healed fast because of her healing powers, so she was barely ever injured. Melissa took a look around the room and saw a thin tube going into her left arm. A clear liquid was going into her blood. Anti-biotics?

(of coarse, thats why i didnt heal)

"Oh! You're up!"

Melissa looked over to the doorway of the room, and there standing was a nurse, obviously from the shirt she was wearing. She smiled and walked in

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit."

(turn off the damn antibiotics i wanna heal)

"Well, that's what this is for." The nurse said with that same plaster smile. She held up a small syringe. "I'm sorry that we don't have pills, I'm not suppose to give patients pills yet, I'm only an intern."

(fuck)

"N-no thanks." Melissa said, waving off the pain killers. "I can deal."

(only until i can strangle whoever put me in here)

"Oh... all right..." The nurse capped the syringe and pocketed it. She reached over and pulled a clip board off the foot of the bed and read it.

"Motor Vehicle accident? Ouch. Says here you weren't wearing a helmet, tsk tsk..."

(fuck off)

"Fractured ulna and radius, concussion... other than that just minor scrapes and cuts." She looked up from the clip board. "It's a miracle you got out with so little from what I heard on the news."

Melissa smiled and shrugged. She quietly went into a mad search for her tail under the sheets, careful not to draw attention to the nurse, she didn't want the nurse thinking she had diarrhea or something. She found it, a wave of relief washed over her. It was surprising that they didn't remove it.

"Says here that you're also pregnant, but you're baby's fine..." The nurse read off from the clip board.

(...WHAT?)

Melissa blinked, once, twice, and finally, she spoke.

"....what did you say?"

"Hmm? Your baby's fine." The nurse replied.

"What baby?"

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A/N: After a long wait, we finally find out! W00t! T_T damn, a whole chapter in lest than 3 hours. Painful... Well, I finally got that taken care of, I can finally get Missy off my back!! rar!! Oh yeah, if you haven't noticed, I've been reading too much Stephen King lately, so.... I have begun to write like him, mostly with the little 'thought' bubbles, if you want to call it that...

To Be Continued..