AN: Nope, I didn't disapper off the face of the earth. I've just been
suffering from a severe case of writers block, and nothing has seemed to
come out. Granted, I've written at least six copies of this chapter, all
better and longer...but they all got lost through some sort of computer
failure or other. So finally I decided to just write this, and post it.
That way I could just move on from there.
And I wanted some advice. Should I go through Usagi's childhood with Ryoko, or just jump to when she sees her family again?
Anyway, sorry for the crappy short chapter. I guess it's probably better than nothing.
***
Usagi screamed, and the world exploded into a vortex of color, all emanating from her limp body. Ryoko jumped back as the small stone of her hand wrenched painfully away from her wrist and sped toward the other girl, stopping only when it was floating above her forehead.
It all happened so fast, Ryoko barely caught it. The previously white stone was pulsating with reds, blues, greens, and colors Ryoko didn't remember ever even seeing before.
The small girl was floating at least six inches above the bed. Or at least, Ryoko assumed it was the girl. She was wrapped in a cocoon of constantly shifting light, looking just like her crystal. It was the most brilliantly beautiful thing Ryoko had ever seen, and yet at the same time the most disturbing.
It stayed like that for a few moments, and Ryoko wondered what was going to happen next. It all seemed so surreal, she felt like she was sleeping more than anything. Yes, she would wake up, and discover this had all been a dream. After all, a tiny girl doesn't die, and then come back to life like that. And her crystal only answered to her, and then even she didn't really know how to control it. Yes, she would open her eyes and it would all go away...
So she only watched in wonder as an explosion of color shattered the cocoon, and waves of yellows and oranges, and every color from before broke out in a tangible force, shattering the windows and forcing Ryoko to the ground. Briefly she wondered at the state of her sanity if she was coming up with such bizarre dreams. And then she was truly unconscious.
***
Goku forced himself away from the crowd of people all trying to congratulate him on saving the woman and her child, and dispatching with the gunman. But he didn't care; all he wanted to do was find her little girl. For a few frantic seconds he scanned the crowd for the man from before, but he was no where in sight.
Finally by himself, Goku willed his eyes shut so he could think. Granted he could look for his daughter, and it would most likely take him hours to find her in this place...but only if he only looked with his eyes. He willed himself to look for that energy signature that only she had, and sighed in relief when he finally found it.
It was quite easy, after all he had spent most of his life feeing for it to see if she was okay. It was directly east, and no longer caring about causing more commotion, he sped off in that direction.
***
Chichi quickly swerved past the car in front of her, gas floored and still feeling that she wasn't going fast enough. All she could think of was that her little baby was away from her and sick and she needed to get to her as soon as possible.
Gohan was surprisingly quiet in a car seat in the back, and Chichi quietly thanked Kami for small miracles. She didn't know what she would do if Gohan were to go in hysterics.
She willed herself to try not to think about the still, lifeless form of her baby from earlier that day. She had wept with relief when she had felt the faint pulse, but even then it wasn't enough. Even if Usagi was sick, the fact that one day she might die was something that Chichi had never allowed herself to think about. She loved her little bunny so much...she didn't know what she would do if she were ever to lose her.
And so Chichi tried to think of all the reasons that she loved her baby so much. The bright smile that Usagi gave whenever they walked into the room, her fascination with learning even at such a small age...and her indominatible will. Usagi would never give in to the pain, and never felt sorry for herself. Her baby was so strong...she wouldn't let anything best her. Chichi clung desperately to that thought, unwilling to think of anything else. Her baby would be fine, she would be fine...nothing could hurt her.
And then Chichi felt it, like a string being cut. It happened so suddenly that she almost hit the car in front of her, and quickly swerved to the side. She was a mother, and knew instinctively what it was.
"Mamma. Mamma, what's wrong?" The timid voice of Gohan was the only thing that breached her sadness, and with a cry she pulled him out of his car seat and into her lap, cradling him to her chest.
And despite how irrational some might say she was, she wept because she knew. She knew with a mother's instinct, that her baby was gone.
"Oh Gohan," she cried, "don't ever leave me..."
But his silence was no assurance.
***
Goku felt himself drawing ever closer, always following the path that he knew would take him to his daughter. He was so desperate to find her, wondering what had ever prompted his irrational actions in the first place. Sure he was stronger than other people, and he could have let someone else save that small family. After all, he had his own to worry about. The family that he had let down.
And yet, he couldn't imagine himself doing anything differently. At least, he couldn't picture himself allowing that little boy to die. It just wasn't in his nature.
He sharply turned a corner into an alley when he felt it, or rather...when he lost it. One second he had been following the energy signature generated by Usagi's life force, and then the next...it was gone. It took him a second before the full implications sunk in.
At first he couldn't believe it. The idea that his daughter would someday die was something that had never even occurred to him. And when it happened so suddenly and he wasn't even there, it hit him like a semi.
With a cry he slammed his fist into the wall, and watched as it crumbled into dust. But that wasn't enough. He screamed with rage and turned to kick the wall on the opposing side, and still his pain didn't stop.
And it never would.
***
Now that THAT'S out of the way, I can finally get going!
Remember to review! After all, it was only because of reviews that I didn't COMPLETELY give up on this, and it didn't take me a year to get it out.
And I wanted some advice. Should I go through Usagi's childhood with Ryoko, or just jump to when she sees her family again?
Anyway, sorry for the crappy short chapter. I guess it's probably better than nothing.
***
Usagi screamed, and the world exploded into a vortex of color, all emanating from her limp body. Ryoko jumped back as the small stone of her hand wrenched painfully away from her wrist and sped toward the other girl, stopping only when it was floating above her forehead.
It all happened so fast, Ryoko barely caught it. The previously white stone was pulsating with reds, blues, greens, and colors Ryoko didn't remember ever even seeing before.
The small girl was floating at least six inches above the bed. Or at least, Ryoko assumed it was the girl. She was wrapped in a cocoon of constantly shifting light, looking just like her crystal. It was the most brilliantly beautiful thing Ryoko had ever seen, and yet at the same time the most disturbing.
It stayed like that for a few moments, and Ryoko wondered what was going to happen next. It all seemed so surreal, she felt like she was sleeping more than anything. Yes, she would wake up, and discover this had all been a dream. After all, a tiny girl doesn't die, and then come back to life like that. And her crystal only answered to her, and then even she didn't really know how to control it. Yes, she would open her eyes and it would all go away...
So she only watched in wonder as an explosion of color shattered the cocoon, and waves of yellows and oranges, and every color from before broke out in a tangible force, shattering the windows and forcing Ryoko to the ground. Briefly she wondered at the state of her sanity if she was coming up with such bizarre dreams. And then she was truly unconscious.
***
Goku forced himself away from the crowd of people all trying to congratulate him on saving the woman and her child, and dispatching with the gunman. But he didn't care; all he wanted to do was find her little girl. For a few frantic seconds he scanned the crowd for the man from before, but he was no where in sight.
Finally by himself, Goku willed his eyes shut so he could think. Granted he could look for his daughter, and it would most likely take him hours to find her in this place...but only if he only looked with his eyes. He willed himself to look for that energy signature that only she had, and sighed in relief when he finally found it.
It was quite easy, after all he had spent most of his life feeing for it to see if she was okay. It was directly east, and no longer caring about causing more commotion, he sped off in that direction.
***
Chichi quickly swerved past the car in front of her, gas floored and still feeling that she wasn't going fast enough. All she could think of was that her little baby was away from her and sick and she needed to get to her as soon as possible.
Gohan was surprisingly quiet in a car seat in the back, and Chichi quietly thanked Kami for small miracles. She didn't know what she would do if Gohan were to go in hysterics.
She willed herself to try not to think about the still, lifeless form of her baby from earlier that day. She had wept with relief when she had felt the faint pulse, but even then it wasn't enough. Even if Usagi was sick, the fact that one day she might die was something that Chichi had never allowed herself to think about. She loved her little bunny so much...she didn't know what she would do if she were ever to lose her.
And so Chichi tried to think of all the reasons that she loved her baby so much. The bright smile that Usagi gave whenever they walked into the room, her fascination with learning even at such a small age...and her indominatible will. Usagi would never give in to the pain, and never felt sorry for herself. Her baby was so strong...she wouldn't let anything best her. Chichi clung desperately to that thought, unwilling to think of anything else. Her baby would be fine, she would be fine...nothing could hurt her.
And then Chichi felt it, like a string being cut. It happened so suddenly that she almost hit the car in front of her, and quickly swerved to the side. She was a mother, and knew instinctively what it was.
"Mamma. Mamma, what's wrong?" The timid voice of Gohan was the only thing that breached her sadness, and with a cry she pulled him out of his car seat and into her lap, cradling him to her chest.
And despite how irrational some might say she was, she wept because she knew. She knew with a mother's instinct, that her baby was gone.
"Oh Gohan," she cried, "don't ever leave me..."
But his silence was no assurance.
***
Goku felt himself drawing ever closer, always following the path that he knew would take him to his daughter. He was so desperate to find her, wondering what had ever prompted his irrational actions in the first place. Sure he was stronger than other people, and he could have let someone else save that small family. After all, he had his own to worry about. The family that he had let down.
And yet, he couldn't imagine himself doing anything differently. At least, he couldn't picture himself allowing that little boy to die. It just wasn't in his nature.
He sharply turned a corner into an alley when he felt it, or rather...when he lost it. One second he had been following the energy signature generated by Usagi's life force, and then the next...it was gone. It took him a second before the full implications sunk in.
At first he couldn't believe it. The idea that his daughter would someday die was something that had never even occurred to him. And when it happened so suddenly and he wasn't even there, it hit him like a semi.
With a cry he slammed his fist into the wall, and watched as it crumbled into dust. But that wasn't enough. He screamed with rage and turned to kick the wall on the opposing side, and still his pain didn't stop.
And it never would.
***
Now that THAT'S out of the way, I can finally get going!
Remember to review! After all, it was only because of reviews that I didn't COMPLETELY give up on this, and it didn't take me a year to get it out.