Disclaimer: I do not own Washu, Clay, Tokimi or Kagato; they are copyright to Pioneer the great makers of Tenchi Muyo! All other characters such as the teachers are copyright to me.
Author's Note: Wow! You're gonna give my story a chance? Well this is basically filling in the gap of Washu's younger days that will link together some things from the show that were a little shrouded in mist. I warn you that this will be a LONG fic. If you don't like reading a lot then simply read bits at a time :P
This is the result of someone who's up at 3am listening to Rock music (the same song for the last 8 endless hours!)
I hope you like it.
. Friends or Foes? .
Through the desolate silent space, one ship speeds towards the deepest depths of space. It is an old ship, not worth very much and made mostly of scrap. In the back a young red haired girl stares out of the window, breathing cold air onto the glass. This is the girl known as Washu at the age of no more than 15. She sighed and rubbed away the mark on the window. She walked silently through the ship to take one last look at what had been her home for many a year now but soon she would be around people her own age again.
Washu walked onwards towards the main cockpit. Where a women of similar looks to her was sat watching on viewpoint the station that came into focus.
"We're nearly there Washu..." She sighed.
The station known as "Royal Space Academy." Began to dock their ship with hundreds maybe thousands of others.
"Mom…I'm ready. I'm going to make dad proud."
Washu hugged her mom tightly in an emotional embrace, they smiled at each other and Washu put her lipstick down and picked up her tattered suitcase, which was in the corner.
"Washu…" Her mom thought.
The ship docked into the station and they walked through the gigantic station filled with corridors and stairs almost everywhere. Washu followed her mom to the main desk where they found locations to the head's office. They took the glass elevator up and looked as students walked up and down the winding stairs. Just looking at them made Washu sick.
The elevator stopped and looking through the glass she saw a boy (about her age) with blonde hair staying close to an elderly lady who Washu guessed to be his Mom. He had glittering amber eyes that shone through his blonde hair that covered them and a smile that told you that you could trust him with your life. The doors opened and they walked forward towards the door marked "Head's Office" The boy and his mom followed too. The two moms talked.
"Oh hello. Is your son applying too?"
"Yes, Yes he is."
"Well this is my little Washu."
"Mom! I'm not little! Hehe."
"This here's Andrew, Andrew Clay."
Washu smirked at Clay and he smiled back, flipping his hair aside to reveal his amber eyes more clearly. The four of them walked through the door and were greeted by the head looked very grim and stern, he itched his long beard a lot when he talked. He wore a threaded gold cape with fighting clothes of a different era. Washu found him very scary whereas Clay shook his hand and the head called him a "promising student" Washu who was hoping for the same gratitude was called a "Cutey"
The mom's sat down and discussed several issues.
"I get the feeling I've seen you before…" Washu's mom smirked.
"Maybe in a newspaper. We've had several star students." He smiled
"Yes. That's probably it…anyway…"
After the mom's talked to the head, who the two newly enrolled students would call "Sir" from now on, they said their goodbyes and left the two children after a few emotional moments. They were allowed a maximum of 5 phone calls a week other than that they would not see each other again for quite some time.
The head sighed and called over the intercom.
"Grimshaw, please make your way to the heads office."
They all sat for a while, Washu felt embarrassed while Clay rocked his head as he thought of his music. Finally a young plump red-cheeked boy came in gasping for air "Here sir." He panted.
As he gathered his breath back Washu and Clay got up off their seats and stood behind Grimshaw.
"You are to take these two students to…" The head typed a few things into his computer.
"Ah yes…Science Deck 34 room…7."
"Yes sir. Right away sir."
Washu stared at the computer in interest. It had seemed to appear from nowhere, she found this fascinating. She tailed on behind.
The head pressed his hands together in thought. "I'll be keeping my eye on you, young one…" He whispered to himself.
Washu followed very closely behind Grimshaw (not wanting to get lost) they waded their way through the crowds to a free elevator and flew to Science Deck 34. It was quite a bumpy ride. Washu who felt her dinner come up her throat and go back down again clutched on to Clay tightly.
Grimshaw seemed used to the ride and sighed with boredom. He was very much older than the two, at least 25 whereas Washu's 16th birthday was weeks away Her father was a busy man who was always away on some business or other and was in favour of her learning from an early age.
They came to a door marked "7" and Grimshaw opened it up to them. In the corner there was a bunk bed and a chest of drawers under the viewpoint. The videophone was supported by a stand next to the drawers with a nice comfortable chair in front of it. Clay immediately jumped up to the top bunk, claiming it for himself. Washu really didn't care about such matters. There was a desk build on top of the chest of drawers where they could study, a built in bathroom and a huge alarm clock that would make SURE they woke up and got out of bed in time for lessons.
"You both okay then? Cause I gotta split, late for English class." Grimshaw asked.
"Sure we're fine!" Clay yelled bouncing up and down interrupting Washu who was about to ask about meals.
"Oh by the way all major events will be broadcast on the intercom. Your uniforms are in the bottom drawer." He said pointing to a speaker in the corner and then at the bottom drawer. "They'll broadcast certain lessons you have, mealtimes and other stuff." And with that he left.
Washu looked around, tapping the silver walls and looking in the drawers where she found a few old comics and some bubblegum left by old students.
"My mom says living here should be fun." Washu said.
"That's what they ALL say."
"What do you mean?" Washu said pouting.
"They want you to think it's nice so you'll stay, really the meals are horrible, people are mean and the lessons are boring!"
"Not true! Grimshaw was nice!"
"He was older! He couldn't wait to ditch us!"
Washu stuck her tongue out and dived onto her bed. Already she felt homesick. Not that you can call a ship much of a home. She and her mom had been living on that ship for 3 years ever since her father left on a business trip to Jurai. He still hadn't returned. There was a huge search on Jurai but he was never found, presumed dead. Leaving them with nothing but the ship. Washu's mom, a member of the Galaxy Police worked hard to earn money to send Washu to Royal Space Academy.
"Yoohoo…" Clay smirked waving down at Washu who was daydreaming; she awoke from it in a start and jumped up banging her head. Clay snickered. He jumped down from his bed to look at her.
"Let's try on our uniforms!"
She forced a smile and the two wandered over to the bottom drawers and looked at their uniforms, each took turns using the bathroom to change, still feeling a little shy.
"Comfy but weird!" Washu giggled. "I could get used to it."
Clay took his go; he jumped out of the bathroom a little while after struggling.
"Um Clay…Your pants are on backward." Washu giggled.
Clay who was having a blast looking at how dumb looked down.
"Huh? Oh… ARGH!" He dived back in and then came back out scratching his head in embarrassment.
For Washu the uniform consisted of a black academy sweat with green stripes, a white cloth belt holding her black skirt in place. Clay however had light green baggy pants, an academy long sleeve t-shirt, a black belt and an academy badge.
"I guess we're all ready for the academy!" Washu smirked, dancing around in her uniform, which fit perfectly.
She opened the main door to see hundreds of students walking up and down. Some were her size; others look much older.
Washu gulped and closed the door again, not wanting to get squashed. She stared up at the intercom wishing it would tell them what to do.
"Don't worry." Clay said, seeing Washu was upset.
*** BING BING BING***
All new students in Science Deck please report to room 23 for a briefing and schedules. That is all
*** BING BING BING***
"See, what'd I tell you?" Clay said comforting her.
When they opened the door again the hall was deserted; everyone had probably gone to their lessons. This made Washu feel much better. The two had a slow walk up to room 23; which wasn't all that far away. When they opened the door a friendly old man greeted them.
"Hello there. Are you two new? Good. Take a seat." He smiled.
There were few other students with them; the two took seats near the front next to a small pale-faced boy with long grey hair. He was not in his uniform either but he looked rather posh and took notes of everything the teacher said.
"Well hello newcomers. I am Professor Rogers, the head of Science Deck."
The pale-faced boy scribbled away as Washu listened eagerly.
"Your first day is always a bit hectic. You don't know where to go, what lessons are next and all sort of questions arise but soon you will become accustomed to the academy. I will now hand out your planners in which you can keep notes, write down homework and keep track of your schedule, which is in the back."
Soon a silver plated spiral bound book dropped in front of Washu; she picked it up and flicked through to the back where she saw her schedule, she would have science for 3 hours followed by IT for 3 hours! She looked at the initials of who she would have. "T.R" was for science, she looked at the bottom to see that she would have Professor Rogers himself for science. For IT there was "B.P" a Professor Pickering. She couldn't help but smile but when she saw the grim face of Clay she couldn't help but ask.
"What? What is it Andrew?" Washu asked.
"Clay! I hate Andrew!"
"Right, sorry."
"We have the same teachers but…Pickering. He's a pain in the behind. A friend of mine, Angelica, Angelica Tokimi has him." Clay sighed.
"Why's he so bad?"
"He doesn't like people 'rushing ahead' he's so slow and hardly knows what he is talking about. He always shouts at everyone."
"He can't be that bad." Washu said trying to smile but Clay remained grim.
"That concludes this meeting. Since you are new you are to take 2 hours to prepare yourself, that means you first lesson will only be for 1 hour."
Washu felt her stomach churn, she didn't want to meet Professor Pickering at all; but in three hours she would have to. She followed behind Clay who stormed towards room 7.
The pale-faced boy who was much younger rushed towards her. He obviously liked her.
"H-Hello." The boy stuttered. Washu turned around from Clay to face the young boy.
"Hello there."
"Um…I was wondering if you knew the way to room 56. That's my room ya see and i…haven't found it yet. I lost the person who was supposed to be taking me."
Washu smiled sympathetically, taking a strange liking to him.
"Well how about we ask Professor Rogers?"
She held the young boy's hand and walked him back to Professor Roger's room. She knocked on the door.
"Oh hello there! You again?"
"Hello Professor Roger's, I'm Washu! I was wondering if you knew the way to room 56. This boy is lost." Washu laughed.
"Well aren't you a saint Washu. Yes, take elevator 2 and room 56 will be nearby."
"Thank you Professor Rogers!" Washu smiled. She walked the young boy to the elevator marked "2" and rode with him. This time he clutched on to her as the bumpy ride began. Washu who was now seen as an older, trustable figure couldn't grab on to him now could she? She simply forced the sick in the stomach back down. The glass doors opened and they walked forward (a little dizzier than before)
They walked on to see room 54, sure enough 2 doors down was 56.
"Yay! Thank you miss Washu!" The young boy smirked, he wrote down "elevator 2" in his pad. Washu opened the door for him and repeated what Grimshaw had taught her.
"Well here you are then. The intercom tells you of most events. Bathroom's to the left, your uniform is in the bottom drawer of your desk!"
"Wow Washu you sure know a lot!"
"Yeah I know! Well I better go!"
The boy ran around the room and before Washu closed the door; plainly said.
"Oh by the way, my names Kagato!"
Washu closed the door and thought to herself as she leant against it.
"Ka-ga-to?"
It was a name she found familiar, as if she had read it somewhere. She shrugged it off and rushed back to the elevator and this time clutched her stomach throughout the small ride. She ran back to room 7. Clay was slouched on his bed.
"How's your BOYFRIEND." He sulked.
"He's not my boyfriend! He was lost! Why do you care?"
Clay blushed; he turned over to hide it. Washu smirked and sat down on the desk, she flipped open her planner. It explained allsorts in depth. She read about the actual station first.
--
There are 6 main departments, Science, IT, English, Math, Space Studies and History, each of these departments has 100 decks, in each deck there are 100 rooms, if 2 people are in a room then how many students can fit aboard the academy?
--
Washu read it aloud and thought to herself. She was never good at maths. 120,000 Clay sighed.
"Thanks A LOT! I was trying to figure it out for my self!"
"Well Excuuuuuuuse me."
Below that it read:
--
There are currently 107,546 students and teachers aboard. How many rooms are vacant?
--
The "107,546" was flashing digitally; Washu found it astonishing as the numbers slowly went up.
"12,454. Currently." Clay yawned with ease.
"Ugh! You meany!"
Clay laughed and Washu pouted flicking the page and reading about the elevators with could be configured to ride at warp speed if necessary but were currently at 120mph
As she read for hours she became to like the realms of science, anything was virtually possible, make up and boys were long forgot in her mind. The sudden bliss of science was interrupted when Clay jumped off his bed. He had looked at the clock.
*** BING BING BING***
All new students, your preparation time is over. Please go to you first lesson, which will last only 1 hour.
*** BING BING BING***
Washu closed her planner and from her suitcase took a small bag; she put it on her shoulders and marched on without Clay. The voice on the intercom she now recognised as Professor Rogers; she marched onwards to his lesson wanting to know more about science, NEEDING to know more. Clay ran towards her gasping for air. He sulked again.
"What's the matter with you?" He asked sternly.
"I have a NEED!" She said triumphantly, opening the door of room 23.
"Welcome back again Washu!" Professor Rogers smiled; he flicked his silver hair back and took his pointer out. A long screen folded down from the ceiling.
Washu took a seat next to Kagato; all the seats were then taken so Clay was forced to sit at the back next to a bunch of giggling girls who sniggered as he sat down, they whispered to each other about him as the lesson progressed.
Kagato was now in his uniform and looked rather handsome to Washu; it was either that or she was too dreamy thinking about science to notice really. Professor Rogers tapped the screen.
"As you know this is a brand new term and I am now teaching you new first years." He smiled looking at Washu and Kagato.
"The teacher's often say I'm too soft and should be more strict but my theory is be kind, get you accustomed to science."
"Pssh." Clay groaned.
"Is there something you would like to say, maybe you could teach my lesson, Professor Clay?"
"N-No Professor…" He blushed, slouching down into his seat. Washu smirked. She was feeling much more happier now, Kagato was much better than Clay. It was time to make him jealous. She edged closer to Kagato and saw from the corner of her eye that Clay was steaming. Throughout the lesson on the "Masse's" (which Washu found interesting) she helped out the people on her row, especially Kagato and smirked with satisfaction.
They hit the books and answered several questions and learned of a great mass attack that lead to the destruction of some of the galaxy police and Jurai's best ships. Washu read on past what they were supposed to; wanting to learn as much as she could. Every single question she put her hand up to answer. She herself did not believe her transformation from a boy loving looks freak to a science freak.
"So can anyone tell me, detailed from what you have learnt, exactly what a mass does?" Professor Rogers asked, beaming down at his new pupils. He looked bleakly as no hands went up.
Washu felt herself blush, she wanted to answer but didn't know if she was right. She took the chance after a deep breath ad raised her hand.
"Ahh Miss Washu. Please go ahead."
Washu stood up and cleared her throat, she could feel Clay's eye in the back of her head, stabbing at her.
"I..I.."
She tried to calm herself but those eyes seemed to pierce into her. She looked down at Kagato who was smiling pleasantly, looking up at her. It made her feel better and she started over.
"...The masses act as a group and they follow the will of the leader, which is the brain that decides the behaviour of the group but when the leader senses any other will stronger than it's own they will accept it as their brain and act accordingly. When attacked or exposed to extreme tension they will attack by shooting out parts of their bodies and the enemy, to find why this is possible we have to examine their physical structure. They are composed of the material, neutral material and the anti material necessary. The anti material normally encased in the neutral material is disturbed as part of the neutral material is destroyed by exterior stimulation which results in a counterstiction-"
"There is no need to go on Miss Washu." professor Rogers laughed. "You have researched further than you needed to go. That was excellent."
Washu blushed and sat back down, Kagato smiled at her whereas Clay slumped at the back, pouting. The bell rang, echoing in the hallways. Washu felt her heart (which was very high with pride) drop to an all time low. Professor Pickering's lesson was next for a whole 3 hours. She checked her schedule once more but to her delight she did not have him for the rest of the week. She sighed with relief; she would only have to put up with 3 hours of him. She checked tomorrow's lessons, which were normal 2 hour ones. Space Studies then Science followed by History.
"Hey Washu?" Kagato asked, waving in front of her face. Washu blinked out of her daydream and carried on with him. Staying close and away from Clay who she had come to despise for his childish ways.
"Miss Washu. Please stay behind." Came the voice of Professor Rogers as Washu turned the corner towards the door, she sighed.
"I'll wait outside." Kagato smiled.
Washu turned back around and walked up to Professor Rogers who threw his silver cape behind him and cleared his throat.
"You have a talent Washu. A real talent."
"Well i…thank you professor."
"I have something that may interest you."
He put his hand out to reveal his computer, which faded in, he typed in a few things and out of a black hole came a small book. Washu who had been watching all this was amazed. The professor handed her the book; that read "Advanced Scientific Theories and Methods"
"This may interest you. Most students read this in their 4th year."
Washu stared down at the book hopefully. She couldn't wait to open it.
"If you have any problems come to me okay?"
"Yes Sir!"
They both smiled at each other and Washu rushed out remembering her next lesson. Kagato awaited her return outside with a grin.
"Your carriage awaits fair princess." He laughed sliding towards the elevator with his hands out. Washu giggled and walked towards the elevator; sweeping passed Kagato she felt a strange force. Time seemed to stand still for a second. She looked deep into Kagato's eyes to see red, blood red. She clutched her head for a second and walked inside. Kagato closed the door and smiled up at her.
Washu forced a smiled and put her newly acquired book into her bag, quickly checking her schedule to se that she was in IT Deck room 50. She typed in the co-ordinates quickly and they zoomed off up the academy. On the way they saw through the glass hundreds of other elevators riding up and down at incredible speeds, Washu's stomach seemed to be getting used to the impact of the ride so had Kagato's.
Kagato looked at his watch every few seconds. Due to their delay they were already 5 minutes late. Washu who was too busy to think of Professor Pickering was lost in thought. Why had Professor Rogers given her that book? Why after only a few hours of being there did he trust her?
She puzzled it over for a while but thought once again was stopped as the glass doors opened to reveal the shining silver panels of the hallway. They rushed towards room 50 and knocked on the door. Washu who was stood in front was first to breathe the dense air coming from the IT room.
"Sorry we're late professor…" Washu said staring up at Professor Pickering who's long cape was black all the way down, his fingers seemed to twitch (he'd obviously being using a computer for many years) his eyes were thin with bags under them and his cold smile made Washu's stomach turn over once more.
"And what possible reason do you have?"
Washu stammered for a moment, seeing Clay at his desk glaring at her.
"Professor Rogers, he wanted to see me after the lesson."
"Have we been a bad girl already?" He jeered.
"No Sir. He commented me on my great work."
"Is that so. Well I don't think so greatly of you. You're 10 minutes late, as is your friend and you backchat me like some little punk."
"Whatever." Washu yawned and pushed passed him, Kagato rushed quickly with her.
Pickering stared at her for a moment in disbelief; snorting like a bull.
The whole class stared at her as she pranced towards her seat and sat down, Kagato next to her.
"Damn you Washu." Clay sneered.
Washu was feeling too happy to quarrel with teachers, she smiled blissfully as Pickering began his lesson on advanced typing skills. A topic, which most teachers would do in one lesson but he decided, was fair to work on for the whole of the term whereas most other classes would move onto using cybernetic computers. An exciting topic in which they would learn to create their own computers to call upon whenever they felt like it (which was what the academy head and Professor Rogers had done)
For their topic they would however practice on computers from an earlier age, normal computers with a keyboard, speakers, flat box and a huge amount of wires with slow loading times.
Washu took her place in front o the ancient computer and sighed. 3 whole hours of typing skills, what could be more boring then going over the same task over and over until you got it right? Well probably maths problems but at least math was not a part of Royal Space Academy.
Pickering seemed to take great interest in Kagato, often moving over to see him and they would talk a lot. Washu as usual, shrugged it off. Not wanting to investigate. Clay sat near her and showed off his typing skills to the people nearby. He typed quickly, quicker and more accurate than anyone in the class. Washu smirked as Pickering walked over to him.
"Professor Clay. I know how much you must love typing but there is no need to be big headed." Pickering said sternly, Clay muttered a few words under his breath and began typing again.
"What was that? Something you'd like to add Professor Clay? Perhaps you'd like to share it?"
Washu forced her giggles back as she saw Clay turn bright red but still a thick vein on his forehead looked like it would burst.
"I said...You're just as Angelica said you would be."
"Ahh...Miss Tokimi. She was just in my last class. Your girlfriend i presume and what is this that she said?"
The vein on Clay's head grew bigger and Washu looked closer at Pickering, for a split second she thought she saw a tint of red in his eyes.
"She's not my girlfriend! She says your a big ugly ogre who has nothing better to do than pick on people that do nothing wrong!!" He yelled, standing up from his seat and facing Pickering in the eyes.
"OUTSIDE!" He roared. Clay who had been slightly alarmed by the raise in his voice ran out. Washu couldn't contain her laughter anymore. She burst into a fit of giggles, as Pickering moved over to her she tried to stop but the force was too strong.
"You find it funny Miss Washu? Then join him!" He yelled pointing towards the metallic door. She sighed, bashing the ancient keyboard before she joined Clay outside. Clay was leant against the side of the wall, his hair covered his amber eyes again, his calm eyes looked sore. Washu gave him a sympathetic smile.
"I...see what you meant!" She said in a half laugh, scratching her head.
"What did you do? Blink?" Clay said, cheering up a bit.
"...Something like that..." Washu said, moving next to him.
They shared the moment together and couldn't help feel embarrassed as Teachers walked past. In particular Professor Rogers. She tried to hide her face a bit put the bright pink hair gave her away...just a little bit!
"Miss Washu? Well I'm not surprised really with him." Professor Rogers said sternly in a tone she had not heard him use yet as he stared at the metallic door with utmost hatred.
Washu blushed, no matter what Professor Rogers always seemed nice. Washu gulped as the metallic doors swiftly opened. She wished Professor Rogers would come back from the corner he turned around. Sure enough the long slick black cloak of death, which covered Pickering's dark emerald robes, dragged along the floor towards her.
"Now Miss Washu, explain to me what you found so funny."
"Well i...um...i don't know." She sighed
Pickering looked at her as if she had insulted her with 1000 cuss words.
"You DON'T know? Are you STUPID?"
"No Professor. I wasn't thinking..."
"From what i see you don't seem to do a lot of that."
"Well you don't see much then you aged old bat!" Washu suddenly came out with. She clutched her mouth afterwards
The doors remained open, Kagato who was close to the door seemed to be staring directly at Washu. His eyes directly piercing into hers it would seem but he wasn't the only one. The whole class stared in wonder.
"I...I..." Washu stammered, clutching her head.
"What's this Miss Washu? Are you sick? So am I. Sick of your antics."
Washu felt the sweat drip down from her head; a piercing pain wavered across her head.
"Leave her alone! She needs help!" Clay said, standing up from the wall to hold Washu.
Pickering thought for a moment and then looked back at the classroom where the noise of loose baboons had broken out.
"Very well. Take her to Sick Bay." Pickering jeered, returning to calm the wild beasts, his thunderous roar echoed as the doors closed.
"Stupid Jerk." Clay muttered. He put his arm on Washu's back and comforted her.
Washu felt a burning sensation in her throat, as if it had been ripped clean open. She struggled to breath and the more fought it the weaker she felt. Each of her muscles tensed and she dropped limp into Clay's arms as her world turned black.
Inside, Pickering moved over to Kagato once more and whispered into his ear with a sharp yet almost silent tone, warning him of something. The doors slid open again and Clay carried Washu inside, struggling slightly with her. Pickering moved away from Kagato towards Clay. Without saying a word (sensing Clay's problem) he brought up his own cybernetic computer and typed in a few commands.
A strange device in the corner started up.
"It is a teleportation device." Pickering grumbled. "Step onto the pad."
Clay carried Washu over and stood onto the pad. Pickering typed in sickbay into his computer. In a flash of pure green energy Clay felt his feet go numb, as he seemed to be falling. The light blinding him as he struggled to find his way and then...he opened his eyes. Clay was stood on the pad, but in a different room. The strong smell of disease crept up his nose. He was still holding Washu too, her face looked a little paler than before. As he gently putting her down on the table the doors slid open; an elderly woman walked in. Her straightened her hairpin and clutched her flaky chin as she circled the bed examining her; paying no attention to Clay.
"Decreasing heartbeat...paler skin...thin breathes...Coldness of the body... The young one has Hypothermia."
Clay blinked for a moment, staring repeatedly at the two.
"Hypothermia? Here? You must have it wrong matron."
"My diagnosis is always correct. Always. Has been for the past 700 years."
"But she - she was in the corridor."
"We shall discuss it with the young lady when she stabilises. Shouldn't you be at your lesson?" She suddenly said in a sterner manner. Clay backed away from her but turned to look back at Washu again. He sighed and stepped back onto the portal, which took him immediately back to Professor Pickering's room.
"Ahh...back so soon? Take your seat and continue with no more cheek Mr Clay. We wouldn't want you seeing the Head on day one now would we?" He smirked.
Clay grumbled again and took his seat, devising ways that would tick Pickering off. Word quickly spread around the classroom as what had happened to Washu. Rumours flied in with the truth and in a few minutes is had gone from hypothermia to "Bitten by a giant poisonous space caterpillar."
Down in sickbay Matron was watching over Washu, monitoring her pulse and temperature.
The pulse speeded up and the temperature rose as Washu shifted into a dream state.
She was back on her ship, which was drifting out of control. She stammered around as the ship rocked. She tried desperately to get to the cockpit to see her mom. The ship shook violently, throwing her around. Out of the cockpit marched Kagato. He walked silently (the impact not effecting him) towards her.
Washu reached out towards him screaming for help but he replied with only a sneer. His red eyes glinted and he reached for his sword. The dream was over in a slice.
Washu screamed out in agony and sat up. Gasping for air as the hot sweat trickled down from her forehead. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. She struggled to see and blinked a few times. Matron checked her temperature and pulse...They slowly returned to normal.
"Wh--Where--What--Who..." Washu gasped.
Matron rubbed her back and hushed her. "You were brought in deary. Hypothermia."
"Hyp--In space?"
"Strange it is. But now you are fine."
"Ka-ga-to..." Washu sighed breathing heavily.
She slammed her head back down on the bed and rested. Matron looked at her strangely and read all her details. Before she was allowed out Matron insisted on taking some blood. Washu whispered the name over and over.
"I have to get back." Washu pleaded.
"Step on." Matron sighed pointing to the teleporter. "You shouldn't be up."
"Mr Pickering's room!" Washu yelled, taking no notice of the warning.
Matron programmed it in a hurry and Washu glared in anger as it took her to Pickering's room.
"Ahh Miss Washu...What a pl-"
Before Pickering could make his snide remark Washu stormed over to Kagato and tipped over his chair in anger. Kagato stared up at her through unbelieving eyes. She grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air (being much younger he was also much thinner and was an easy lift for her) She tightened her grip.
"You! You're doing all this!!" She yelled.
Kagato gasped for air. He pleaded and struggled as Washu screamed.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!" She yelled bursting into tears.
Kagato looked at her through his calm teary blue eyes as an innocent young child. Washu stared into them and was overtaken by a strong force of light and let go of him, right on cue to be grabbed by Pickering.
"Miss WASHU!" He yelled. She kicked and screamed. Pickering struggled to his cybernetic computer. Out of a small black hole came a needle. He pricked her neck with it and she fell silent, into a drugged and peaceful state that slowly faded to black.
***
"She was in sick bay earlier. Poor girl. Strange case too."
"Anything i should know?"
"Had all the symptoms of Hypothermia and she said a name...Kagato, the boy she attacked. She repeated it over and over."
"Hmm...This is unheard of."
"Shhh...She's waking up. Give her air."
Washu reached out her arms; a tight warm grip held them tightly.
"I'm here Washu." Said Professor Rogers in his usual calm voice.
Washu struggled to see, she slightly made out the blurred outside of Professor Rogers.
"I'm here too Washu." Clay sighed. "So is Matron."
"Wh--What happened?"
"Shh...Don't try to speak."
She felt yet another small prick, this time on her arm. "Please...don't lea-" Washu drifted off once again.
Clay talked to the two for a few moments. Pickering's class had finished hours ago and with the incidents that had occurred word was spreading quickly.
Kagato had talked with Pickering for quite some time afterwards then returned to his room in a saddened state.
Matron gave him some pills and told him what to do. The two staff said their goodbyes and left Washu in Clay's hands.
"Kagato...." Washu cried out.
Back on the IT deck, in the dark room of number 50, Pickering stood floated silently around his room in deep meditation. Contemplating certain conversations and events
"Yes i sense it clearly...Goddess Power...Two forms; they are here...Kagato, I'm keeping an eye on you."
~End Ch.1