From: Magic T. Dragon <> Subject: Re: [PW!] The $100 million man [ATTN rockets] Date: Tuesday, June 08, 1999 9:09 PM Otaku67 wrote: <snip> > "ARRRGG!" If you lay one hand on her, i'll personaly come back and feed you to > that fleabag of yours Giovanni!" > > Giovanni laghed, sending shivers down Tenchis spine as he was dragged to a > cell. > > TBC > > -otaku67 Natasha only got a short nap in. She woke up with an eerie nagging feeling in the back of her head. Something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She looked at the clock. Aha, MST3K was on! She turned on the TV. The movie of the day was "The Deadly Scyther". The two-hour long show passed quickly. Natasha was getting worried by the time it ended. 'Oh well...he's probably at the mall or Game Corner. I might as well go say hi to mom...' She scribbled down a note for Tenchi, picked up her set of keys, and strolled back to her house. When she entered, her mother was watching a replay of Natasha and Tenchi's battle with the "Elite" Four. As soon as she noticed her, Natasha's mother jumped out of her chair and ran to Natasha, hugging her. "Honey! I just saw the battles on TV! You did so well..." "Mom, mom! It's okay! I only beat them by luck..." "Yes, but you did that so well!" Natasha groaned and sat her mother down in a comfy chair. "Mom, there's something I want to talk to you remember Tenchi, right?" "Yes, sweetie! Such a nice boy..." 'Oh, for the love of...' "Mom, him. More than anything... But I'm just not sure how to handle it..." It hit her that she was asking exactly the wrong person. Her mother stared into space for a moment. "Oh, I...see...I understand..." "You're not going to get all weird about this...are you?" "N-- no! I'm just a little surprised...honey, that's wonderful! Just relax, and let it flow naturally. You'll know what to do, trust me." Natasha squinted one eye. "Umm...okay." The nagging feeling was getting worse, and she was getting a headache. "I don't feel very good...I'm going to lie down for a few minutes." She ran to her bedroom before her mother could say anything. She flopped down on her bed with a sigh. A small picture was framed on her nightstand. It was her when she was only about three, in a nice dress and playing with the family Meowth. Behind her was a large pair of legs. Her mother always said it was her father, "When that sonofaGrowlithe came back for a day." Natasha sighed again and dozed off. ----- The dream was that old, sickeningly familiar fog. She could make out walls around her. Natasha walked forward. A sense of fear and anger permeated the dream. A sinister chuckle behind her almost made Natasha jump out of her skin. Giovanni was standing in front of a prison-like cell. Inside was Tenchi, in shackles. "So, we meet again, Natasha... You know, I'm surprised you didn't remember me." "What do you you mean..." "Look in your hand." A slightly wrinkled version of the picture on her nightstand was in her palm. As Natasha looked at it, the picture grew larger. It had been cropped! Just as it reached its full size, it disappeared. Natasha looked back to Giovanni. "Daddy?..." --Natasha V.