Jet Set

Elai watched out the window as the soft patter of rain landed on the windows. She was in the cocoon of her own room, her own bed. For the time being, as they flew over to Earth, it was hers. She couldn't see anything past the dark abyss of night time on Planet Kidult, but it was worth a shot. Somewhere between here and there was home. And she was more then ready for it. They say "home is where the heart is", in her case, home is where the soul is. She still couldn't remember for the life of her, who that man was. Yet she was still determined to find out.

She slipped into her soft slippers, and slid into a robe, then made her way down the hall. She walked all the way down the metal catwalk, and stopped at a door. It was the control room. Where Zharia was. He wouldn't be flying the plane. He'd be asleep. Or out and about making sure all was copasetic. She opened the door enough to see the back of his head. He turned around and caught her blue eyes in his silver ones. Even with messy hair, she was still hell on heels.

"Why are you up Elai?" He asked.

"I can be?" She shrugged.

"Sit down. Have some coffee. Stay a while."

"Don't mind if I do." She took a seat across from him and poured a glass of coffee sipping at it daintily, and then setting it down.

"Why are you up?" he repeated.

"Curious." She replied casually.

"Of what?" he Asked nudging her forward.

"Whatever it is your doing." She replied with ease.

"I'm just daydreaming."

"Of what?"

"Home."

"You miss that place?"

"Yeah. Sad isn't it?"

She looked away a moment, then back at him. "Look Zharia, it's not too late to go back. DO you want to throw away all we've done to go home?"

"No, Elai. That's the thing. I don't know what I want anymore."

"Think about it and get back to me."

With that said, she made her way back to her room. What the hell was on his mind? What was it that caused him to sink so low into depression? Why is he so close, yet so distant? Zharia, please come home to me… She wanted him back. To be normal again. Well, as close as can be where they grew up. Whatever it took, she was willing to wait.

She was running. It was dark out. Something was different. It was a mossy scent. Yes, moss. Woods. Trees everywhere. Lots of trees. No, not trees, people. A crowd. A crowd of what? What were they there for? Her peripheral vision only could see so far. What was that? A light? No. An explosion. An impact! No! Mother! My legs. They were running, but they stopped. Why? Something there? No. Just me.

I came to a clearing, but something wasn't right. What was there? No, who, was there. Momma? Daddy? No. Me. Just me. Something fell. Was falling. Falling, falling, then it crashed. What was it? I moved closer. I took a stick and poked at the burning inferno. Something got out. They were charred pretty bad. Black soot. Silver eyes! ZHARIA!

She awoke with a start drenched in sweat. No. Zha was too smart to get them both killed…was he? All the thoughts of him ran through her mind. Her friend. Her worst enemy. Her Knight in Slightly Tarnished Armor. He was always there for her. What was her dream about? Was it a glimpse of what might have been? No. Certainly not. What?

Blue. Screaming. Who? Blue. Water! I was surrounded by water! But what was I standing on? No. nothing there. Was that..was that someone? I looked out. A small patite frame floating in the oceanic view bfore me. Who? Black hair… I brought her to shore, and recesitated her, but she wouldn't open her eyes. I took her to bed. She stayed there for three days. Finally, she opened her eyes. Blue eyes. Elai…

CLIFFHANGER! Kill me later. I had to do something. Running out of ideas again. I'll be done school soon, so I'll start posting again next Friday! W00t! I'll try to have a semi-regular schedual. I know this chapter really sucks. grabs shield and sword but I am fully prepaired for tomatoes. I'm working on a YGO story, and YGO and a friend story. This one, How To…, and PHOH are on my list for updates. If your just starting at this chapter, the disclaimer is in the beginning. What else…oh, finals. No posts till next Saturday. June 11, 2005. Don't worry, I WILL post. Be respectful of my disease!

Your Beloved Authress,

Kit