Summary: They were both outcasts within their respective worlds. Two halves of a whole. Yin and Yang. He was hated and reviled when he should have been hailed as a hero. She was loved and placed upon a pedestal so that her purity would not be stained.
Warnings: Slight language
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
An annoying noise wouldn't allow her to remain in the realm of Morpheus and forced her to greet a loathed reality. Before she allowed herself to start wondering as to what had happened and come up with distorted conclusions, she forced her eyes to open.
White walls. A white ceiling. The smell of disinfectant, blood (old and new), the beginnings and endings of life wafted to her.
Hospital.
She was in a godsdamned hospital. Even as she was cursing in her mind, she ripped out needles (Did they draw blood? They couldn't have, could they?) and unplugged herself from the annoying machine, barely wincing at the pain throughout her body as she moved out of the bed she had been in.
She wasn't fool enough to attempt to leave through the door first and so made her way to the window.
It wouldn't budge. When she turned her attention to the door, it wouldn't budge either. She cursed again. It was then, while her powers rose in anger, that she noticed the hidden seals that blocked her means of escape. It was possible for her to destroy them, but she wasn't sure if whoever had placed them there were already on their way. Even so…there was still the matter of when and where she was…
She wasn't in the Modern Era.
She wasn't in the Sengoku Jidai.
That left only one possible option.
She was in his world.