'yasumi....
Oct. 2nd, 2003 03:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76More Lady Killer. Hmm, the scream seems to've disappeared....
And now that leg is no longer hurting, off to bed I go.
Yuki opened her eyes slowly, blinking awake in degrees. She turned her head to one side, revelling in the softness of the pillow beneath her head. She didn't often get to sleep in Western beds, but she had to admit she absolutely adored Youji's. It was unbelievably soft and giving. It was almost enough to make her consider giving up the support and comfort of a futon.
Turning her head to the other side, she regarded her twin. Kiko slept on, blissfully unaware of the world at large. There was a bandage on her cheek. Yuki reached up to her own cheek and felt an identical bandage there. Something had happened, she knew, but she wasn't sure just what.
Somehow she and Kiko had become closer. Their dreams had mingled. She'd seen glimpses into La Mort that spelled trouble and Kiko was not going to be happy about what Yuki now knew, even if she'd already severed her own ties with that group....
Yuki slipped from the bed, careful not to wake Kiko, and went for the door.
She really was going to have to start leaving more clothing at the Koneko. She was wearing one of her teammates' shirts again, a white button-up that reached to her knees. Ran's, probably. Her stomach ached with dull pain as she moved out into the living room.
Omi sat on the sofa, flipping through channels. He looked up at her, his expression showing surprise. She opened her mouth to greet him, but the words died in her throat.
Yuki raised a hand to her throat as memories of that other life came back to the fore. The air of the burning apartment, acrid with smoke, poisonously hot, as she tried desperately to find a way out, doorknobs burning even through the fabric of her nightgown.
She remembered her sister waking up in a hospital and being told that she would never speak again.
"Good morning, Yukiko-san," Omi said calmly, and it occured to her that perhaps she'd been operating under a false set of assumptions.
*
No voice. No home. No family. No hope.
Akayuki woke under a wave of sickening despair. She rolled to one side, keeping her eyes tightly shut against the nausea that wracked her body as her sister sank to the floor in the other room, eyes wide open, two sets of sensations that completely counterindicated one another. The world set into vertigo as Omi stood out in the other room, concern written all over his face. "Yukiko-san?" he asked. Kiko's mouth opened instinctively to moan, a sound Yuki heard issuing from her own mouth as they both curled up into fetal position, arms wrapped around their heads.
Perhaps, they thought blindly, the human mind wasn't constructed to handle two sets of sensory input.
And now that leg is no longer hurting, off to bed I go.
Yuki opened her eyes slowly, blinking awake in degrees. She turned her head to one side, revelling in the softness of the pillow beneath her head. She didn't often get to sleep in Western beds, but she had to admit she absolutely adored Youji's. It was unbelievably soft and giving. It was almost enough to make her consider giving up the support and comfort of a futon.
Turning her head to the other side, she regarded her twin. Kiko slept on, blissfully unaware of the world at large. There was a bandage on her cheek. Yuki reached up to her own cheek and felt an identical bandage there. Something had happened, she knew, but she wasn't sure just what.
Somehow she and Kiko had become closer. Their dreams had mingled. She'd seen glimpses into La Mort that spelled trouble and Kiko was not going to be happy about what Yuki now knew, even if she'd already severed her own ties with that group....
Yuki slipped from the bed, careful not to wake Kiko, and went for the door.
She really was going to have to start leaving more clothing at the Koneko. She was wearing one of her teammates' shirts again, a white button-up that reached to her knees. Ran's, probably. Her stomach ached with dull pain as she moved out into the living room.
Omi sat on the sofa, flipping through channels. He looked up at her, his expression showing surprise. She opened her mouth to greet him, but the words died in her throat.
Yuki raised a hand to her throat as memories of that other life came back to the fore. The air of the burning apartment, acrid with smoke, poisonously hot, as she tried desperately to find a way out, doorknobs burning even through the fabric of her nightgown.
She remembered her sister waking up in a hospital and being told that she would never speak again.
"Good morning, Yukiko-san," Omi said calmly, and it occured to her that perhaps she'd been operating under a false set of assumptions.
*
No voice. No home. No family. No hope.
Akayuki woke under a wave of sickening despair. She rolled to one side, keeping her eyes tightly shut against the nausea that wracked her body as her sister sank to the floor in the other room, eyes wide open, two sets of sensations that completely counterindicated one another. The world set into vertigo as Omi stood out in the other room, concern written all over his face. "Yukiko-san?" he asked. Kiko's mouth opened instinctively to moan, a sound Yuki heard issuing from her own mouth as they both curled up into fetal position, arms wrapped around their heads.
Perhaps, they thought blindly, the human mind wasn't constructed to handle two sets of sensory input.
