Asuka stood in a dark wood, utterly and completely confused. She had her plugsuit on, but she didn't know where she was or where everyone had gone - a voice at the back of her head said that this wasn't right. She glanced up, feeling a small sense of relief - her mother was here. Everything would be alright, wouldn't it? And she could go to Arha if things got really bad. Before she could speak to her mother, before she could do anything, her mother was gone, walking off into the trees. Fear and panic shot through her, her gut churning as she realized that her mother was leaving. She ran after the fading figure of her mother, arms and legs working as she dodged through trees and undergrowth.
She couldn't keep up. Her legs were too short. She didn't have the breath. She was a small child again and she stretched out a pleading hand as the panic and fear began to rise to a fever pitch. "Mother! Don't leave me here! Mama! Mama! I need you! Don't go! Please, don't go!"
As her mother vanished into the trees, Asuka trailed to a halt staring after her as tears started to well in her eyes. This couldn't be. She turned around, hoping to find someone - anyone - there to help her. Shinji. Kaji. Misato. Aang. Arha.
"Arha?"
Her voice sounded weak and small in her ears as Asuka tried to stave off the tears, a few drops starting to roll down her face. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be somewhere safe, to be protected, held, told it would be alright, loved. "Arha?"
She was supposed to come. She'd said she would.
"Arha!" Her voice was a scream now. "Aang? Somebody! Somebody help me!"
She sank back against a tree, her usual teenage self again. She slid to the forest floor, sobbing into her gloved hands. She couldn't deal with this. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be alone. Quietly, Asuka continued to cry, her muffled sobs echoing amongst the trees.
Well, if there was anything good about the nightmares, at least it meant that she got to see all kinds of places. Even if they were places that Sherry didn't want to see . A forest was okay, especially since she could follow the voices.
A branch cracked underfoot as she peeked out from behind a tree. If there was something scary, she was going to turn all the boys around and they were going to retreat until they thought of a better plan than, WHAT IS THAT RUN AWAY.
Asuka didn't look up at the sound of the snapping branch. She was far too busy being miserable. She curled tighter into a ball, her knuckles white from gripping at her knees. She was alone and she was never going to see anyone else ever again. No one wanted her. No one loved her. She'd be here. Alone.
Vega's tailing close behind Sherry. He still has the gun, which is probably dangerous all things considered, but he's not likely to let go of it any time soon. It makes him feel a little better, like he can actually do something if he's threatened.
"Hey!" he calls to the girl, curled up into a ball on the ground. "Are you okay?"
The answer's pretty obviously no but he has to say something, right?
Sherry exchanged a glance with Vega. "I'll... go see," she murmured. Everything TV ever told her seemed to contradict this action. What if she was actually a monster instead of a crying person? The little girl shook her head and straightened her shoulders. Would her mother flip flop about this? Would her father? No, of course not.
Time to be stupid brave and help someone she didn't know. Sherry started towards the girl. "It's okay, you know. Everything is going to be fine." Probably.
Caelestine shifts in place on his little perch on Sherry's headband, peering in Asuka's direction. "Careful!" he says to Sherry, gripping her headband tight. "She might not be..."
Asuka kept her face down, still sobbing quietly. The question penetrated, however. As did the voices. She sniffled, trying not to be seen crying. Who were they? Why were they here? Why hadn't they been there for her earlier? Why did it matter? They were probably just going to leave her anyway, just like everyone else. Like Mama and Kaji and Shinji. She sniffled again.
"...what do you want?"
The tone is hostile, but there's a sense of desperation and sadness underneath it (maybe they really are here to help).
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She couldn't keep up. Her legs were too short. She didn't have the breath. She was a small child again and she stretched out a pleading hand as the panic and fear began to rise to a fever pitch. "Mother! Don't leave me here! Mama! Mama! I need you! Don't go! Please, don't go!"
As her mother vanished into the trees, Asuka trailed to a halt staring after her as tears started to well in her eyes. This couldn't be. She turned around, hoping to find someone - anyone - there to help her. Shinji. Kaji. Misato. Aang. Arha.
"Arha?"
Her voice sounded weak and small in her ears as Asuka tried to stave off the tears, a few drops starting to roll down her face. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be somewhere safe, to be protected, held, told it would be alright, loved. "Arha?"
She was supposed to come. She'd said she would.
"Arha!" Her voice was a scream now. "Aang? Somebody! Somebody help me!"
She sank back against a tree, her usual teenage self again. She slid to the forest floor, sobbing into her gloved hands. She couldn't deal with this. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be alone. Quietly, Asuka continued to cry, her muffled sobs echoing amongst the trees.
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A branch cracked underfoot as she peeked out from behind a tree. If there was something scary, she was going to turn all the boys around and they were going to retreat until they thought of a better plan than, WHAT IS THAT RUN AWAY.
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Forever.
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"Hey!" he calls to the girl, curled up into a ball on the ground. "Are you okay?"
The answer's pretty obviously no but he has to say something, right?
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Time to be
stupidbrave and help someone she didn't know. Sherry started towards the girl. "It's okay, you know. Everything is going to be fine." Probably.no subject
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"...what do you want?"
The tone is hostile, but there's a sense of desperation and sadness underneath it (maybe they really are here to help).