Every night, since reaching that fork in the road, she'd dreamt about them. It was as though her subconscience couldn't come to terms with their absence when she was awake; alert; solitary, on a trail of which she honestly held no clue of its destination. She caught herself wondering what paths they may have chosen for themselves, and it was usually in the most idle of moments. Like when it was so quiet that her footsteps on the dirt trail were all that could be heard; it reminded her of the several occasions she'd been pissed at one or both of her travel companions, yearning for a moment of peace. Now it was the sound of nature, amplifying the fact she lacked company, that succeeded to weigh on her nerves.
Dammit. She knew when they walked their separate ways that she'd miss them... but this was almost unbearable. They weren't just friends; they were family. Well, to her, anyway.
However, this track of thought was consistently ground to a halt as she scolded herself for allowing her sentimentalism to cause her misery.
Come on! I haven't seen them for a week. Big deal!
She felt sure they'd meet again. That's why she could withstand being alone. The pang she experienced when she awoke and realised they were gone was something she was all too familiar with by now...
Sitting up, observing a white room around her brought back a swift sense of impending panic in her gut; something she hadn't experienced since the incidents at Ikitsuki Island.
She couldn't recall a memory of apprehension. She certainly wasn't knocked out; not that she could remember. Mouth slightly agape, her eyes were hesitant but curious as they moved downward. Hair resting on her shoulders, no longer in its customary style, she flicked it behind her ears and stared at her clothes. The smiley-face was fairly intimidating.
She glanced over at the bed on the other wall, followed by the dresser, desk and door. Her inquisitive gaze met what seemed to be a nurse, instantly ruling out the idea she'd been dumped in a brothel. Maybe it was a prison – a belief brought on by her windowless surroundings – but if that were true, it was the first prison she'd occupied that employed nurses.
The woman approached her at a snail's pace, and if it weren't for the strange stirring in her eyes, Fuu may have clasped the hand she inclined to offer.
"Excuse me," she said timidly once the pause between them had grown eerie, "I'm... new here, and... well, could you please tell me..." Her audacity swelled and her vision was directed to the nurse a second time. "Where am I? How did I get here?" Avoiding sight of the woman's smile again (there was something odd and unsettling about it...), she then added: "And... does this have to do with Mugen, or Jin, or..." She gulped. "Or both...?"
She more than half-expected a 'yes', but the nurse started beckoning that her 'patient' grab the hand offered to her. Fuu grit her teeth a little, granting her 'carer' a small huff. "No thanks. I think I can stand on my own two feet."
And when she did, her heart began its delayed racing. Trust something like this to occur when her bodyguards had retired.
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Dammit. She knew when they walked their separate ways that she'd miss them... but this was almost unbearable. They weren't just friends; they were family. Well, to her, anyway.
However, this track of thought was consistently ground to a halt as she scolded herself for allowing her sentimentalism to cause her misery.
Come on! I haven't seen them for a week. Big deal!
She felt sure they'd meet again. That's why she could withstand being alone. The pang she experienced when she awoke and realised they were gone was something she was all too familiar with by now...
Sitting up, observing a white room around her brought back a swift sense of impending panic in her gut; something she hadn't experienced since the incidents at Ikitsuki Island.
She couldn't recall a memory of apprehension. She certainly wasn't knocked out; not that she could remember. Mouth slightly agape, her eyes were hesitant but curious as they moved downward. Hair resting on her shoulders, no longer in its customary style, she flicked it behind her ears and stared at her clothes. The smiley-face was fairly intimidating.
She glanced over at the bed on the other wall, followed by the dresser, desk and door. Her inquisitive gaze met what seemed to be a nurse, instantly ruling out the idea she'd been dumped in a brothel. Maybe it was a prison – a belief brought on by her windowless surroundings – but if that were true, it was the first prison she'd occupied that employed nurses.
The woman approached her at a snail's pace, and if it weren't for the strange stirring in her eyes, Fuu may have clasped the hand she inclined to offer.
"Excuse me," she said timidly once the pause between them had grown eerie, "I'm... new here, and... well, could you please tell me..." Her audacity swelled and her vision was directed to the nurse a second time. "Where am I? How did I get here?" Avoiding sight of the woman's smile again (there was something odd and unsettling about it...), she then added: "And... does this have to do with Mugen, or Jin, or..." She gulped. "Or both...?"
She more than half-expected a 'yes', but the nurse started beckoning that her 'patient' grab the hand offered to her. Fuu grit her teeth a little, granting her 'carer' a small huff. "No thanks. I think I can stand on my own two feet."
And when she did, her heart began its delayed racing. Trust something like this to occur when her bodyguards had retired.