From: Magic T. Dragon
Subject: Re: [PW!] The $100 million man [ATTN rockets]
Date: Tuesday, June 08, 1999 9:09 PM
> "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
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 about...you remember Tenchi, right?"
"Yes, sweetie! Such a nice boy..."
'Oh, for the love of...'
"Mom, I...love 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
"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
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?..."