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There was a quiet grief in it, laced with something akin to a cold pride as well.<br /> <P><br /> "P...papa?"<br /> <P><br /> Her voice was meek and quiet, tiny and small. It quivered slightly. "It hurts... to move."<br /> <P><br /> "You took a big shock," the older voice said, trying to be soothing, but somehow lacking. "It will take time for your body to adjust."<br /> <P><br /> Slowly. torturously, she raised her arm. It felt heavy, leaden, like a loosely connected weight that had little to do with being a part of her body<br /> at all. Raising it higher inch by inch, she observed it. The skin was pale and bloodless, almost like alabaster, or some kind of rare ivory. So unlike<br /> her usual looks. She kept raising up the arm, feeling a kind of itching coming from it. It was kind of like the pinpricks one might feel after their<br /> arm had fallen asleep. But something was amiss.<br /> <P><br /> Raising it as high as the arm would go, she shuddered in shock as the light shone through a part of her elbow, highlighting a square box-like shape<br /> of a motor-servo. As she involuntarily flexed her arm, she could see the whirring of the gears and motors within.<br /> <P><br /> Young Tomoe Hotaru screamed for her very life.<br /> <h2>JANUARY 6th, 1989 </h2><br /> The warmth of the liquid surrounded her. Her body was floating. It was so peaceful. So calm. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the blackened<br /> waters, content... at peace.<br /> <P><br /> With a CRASH she was jerked from the tub, the strong arms of her father holding her aloft and wrapping her wrists in bandages, which were rapidly blackening<br /> with the substance that was pumping though her body.<br /> <P><br /> "WHY!" Hotaru screamed frantically, thrashing and kicking violently, wild-eyed and feral, even as her father draped her over his shoulder and took her back<br /> to the lab for "repair." "WHY WON'T YOU LET ME DIE?!"<br /> <P><br /> "Because... I love you..." Professor Tomoe managed to choke out, almost soullessly.<br /> <h2>JANUARY 7th, 1989 </h2><br /> Hotaru sat on her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, chin resting on them. Her knees. Hah. Most of her lower body was barely biological anymore,<br /> thanks to the machines her papa had put in her body. There was no blood in her body anymore, just some kind of oily blackness. She lived, but was in<br /> constant pain. Every movement was agony, every breath labored and painful. That and the pounding in her head... its continual rhythm driving her<br /> mad.<br /> <P><br /> Desperation to escape the agony had caused her to try and end her life not more than 24 hours ago. But as she had laid on the operating table, watching<br /> her father desperately running around with the students from his school helping him, saw the look of panic and grief on his face as he feverishly worked to<br /> stabilize her condition, she knew she couldn't--mustn't-- do that to him again. The loss of Mother had hurt him enough, and she realized that she was all<br /> that was keeping him alive now. But the hollow, distant look in her eyes sometimes made her wonder if it simply would not be better if they had all died<br /> in the lab accident. And... her stomach...<br /> <P><br /> To save her, Papa had put something in her stomach. It looked like some kind of seed. But whatever it was, it had caused her wounds to heal, and let<br /> her live again. Somehow it allowed her body to accept the strange machines... but the headaches it caused! The wretched agony! At what price would<br /> she have to live this life?<br /> <P><br /> <h2>APRIL 15th, 1989 </h2><br /> Every time the microwave oven turned on her right arm would spasm. Televisions simply crackled with static at her approach, to the point of being<br /> almost unwatchable. Her papa was working on making better shielding, but she had simply chosen to retreat from the technology, and found herself<br /> immersed in the family library. Books allowed her mind to escape, even if for a moment, from the daily aches and miseries of existence.<br /> <P><br /> <CENTER><br /> <I>"THE HOST is riding from Knocknarea<br /> <BR>And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare;<br /> <BR>Caolte tossing his burning hair<br /> <BR>And Niamh calling Away, come away:<br /> <BR>Empty your heart of its mortal dream.<br /> </I><br /> </CENTER><br /> <P><br /> Hotaru read the words of Yeats and sighed. She would like nothing more than to escape her mortal nightmare. There was a woman in her father's<br /> life now, a strange, grey-skinned redhead with beady black eyes named Kaori. The older woman made Hotaru feel strangely afraid and angry<br /> every time she saw her... the way she hung off papa's arms, smiling that wretched false smile, and trying to insinuate her way into the family.<br /> <br /> To make matters worse, Papa had assigned her to be some kind of blasted guardian! Outrageous! Intolerable! It was her fault that woman was there! Because she<br /> was too much for papa to handle... And the headaches... still plaguing her... blackouts she could not explain... and the death of her pet fish...<br /> <P><br /> Hotaru slammed her book shut. She was more at ease with her strange body now. It was surprisingly resilient and strong, technical problems<br /> aside. But... what... was she? Man or machine? What place did she have in the world? She had no right to make papa suffer like this!<br /> <CENTER><br /> <I>And what shoulder, & what art,<br /> <BR>Could twist the sinews of thy heart?<br /> <BR>And when thy heart began to beat,<br /> <BR>What dread hand? & what dread feet?<br /> <BR><BR><br /> <BR>What the hammer? what the chain?<br /> <BR>In what furnace was thy brain?<br /> <BR>What the anvil? what dread grasp<br /> <BR>Dare its deadly terrors clasp?</I><br /> </CENTER><br /> <P><br /> <CENTER>...</CENTER><P><br /> Hotaru felt at ease in the cool night. Something about the light of the distant stars embedded in the hollow darkness of the night sky called to her,<br /> resonated with the very core of her being. Somehow, as she walked the streets of Tokyo, her grey shawl wrapped around her as protection against<br /> the cold, her knapsack slung over her back, she knew this was the right thing to do. Father had Kaori now, her loss would mean less to him. He would<br /> grieve, but eventually continue. Meanwhile, she would go somewhere where she could be alone, to live or die in a place removed from society,<br /> where she would be a burden to others no longer.<br /> <P><br /> "I was so rambunctious and tomboyish," a voice said, wafting from somewhere under the pedestrian bridge Hotaru was on. It was light and happy,<br /> seemingly without a care in the world. Hotaru felt queasy in the stomach, wishing that she could be that carefree. She started to move away.<br /> <P><br /> "Mama was always yelling at me, saying how troublesome I was," the female voice continued. "How much of a burden I was."<br /> <P><br /> Hotaru stopped in mid-stride, and just listened.<br /> <P><br /> ""Didn't that bother you?" another voice, this one male, asked.<br /> <P><br /> "No," the female replied. "Because I could tell by the look in her eye when I came home a bit late, or when my grades slipped in school, how much<br /> she was really worried about me. She didn't let it show for long, but it was there... so I just took it in snide."<br /> <P><br /> "Stride", both Hotaru and the man corrected, Hotaru under her breath.<br /> <P><br /> "That didn't stop you from getting in ferocious arguments with her, though," the man replied with a chuckle.<br /> <P><br /> "That's what family is about silly," the woman replied, a hint of humour in her voice. "We joke with each other, fight each other and love each other,<br /> sticking together through thick and thin... didn't you have a family?"<br /> <P><br /> "My family..." the man went quiet. For a moment there were no sounds.<br /> <P><br /> Hotaru took a deep breath. <I>" "We joke with each other, fight each other and love each other,<br /> sticking together through thick and thin...</I>" Those words echoed in her mind. She didn't see her family being like that anytime soon...<br /> but perhaps... if she stayed... and actively tried to get to her father, get him away from that red-headed parasite... perhaps one day...<br /> she could have that too.<br /> <P><br /> Turning, she headed for home, the strange wheezing and groaning sounds of a TARDIS dematerializing lost in the howl of the winter wind.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <tt><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/_.gif" height="16" width="574"><br><br /> </tt></td><br /> <td background="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/main_waku_r.gif" width="13"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/_.gif" height="1" width="13"></td><br /> </tr></tbody></table><br /> <br /> <br /> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="640"><tbody><tr><br /> <td width="30"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/_.gif" height="1" width="30"></td><br /> <td background="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/main_waku_l.gif" width="13"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/_.gif" height="1" width="13"></td><br /> <td bgcolor="#ffffee" width="584"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/_.gif" height="8" width="310"><br><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/main_bar.gif" height="1" width="584"><br><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/_.gif" height="2" width="310"><br></td><br /> <td background="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/main_waku_r.gif" width="13"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/_.gif" height="1" width="13"></td><br /> </tr></tbody></table><br /> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="640"><br /> <tbody><tr><br /> <td rowspan="2" width="30"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/_.gif" height="1" width="30"></td><br /> <td width="295"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/foot_copy.gif" alt="" height="41" width="295"></td><br /> <td width="135"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/foot_topics0.gif" alt="" border="0" height="41" width="135"></td><br /> <td bgcolor="#ffffee" width="10"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/_.gif" height="1" width="10"></td><br /> <td width="150"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/foot_top0.gif" alt="" border="0" height="41" width="150"></a></td><br /> <td width="20"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/foot_right.gif" height="41" width="20"></td><br /> </tr><br /> <tr><td colspan="5" width="610"><img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/foot_under.gif" height="4" width="610"></td></tr><br /> </tbody></table><br /> <img src="http://www.suburbansenshi.com/sseu/lostintime/graphics/_.gif" height="8" width="1"><br><br /> <br /> </center><br /> </html><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:SSEU Stories]] [[Category:The Modern Day]]</div>

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