Re-awakening
It was just a normal evening, but that's usually how these things start.
There was a light rainstorm outside, rain hitting the windows of Mizuno Ami's new apartment in Tokyo. She was almost totally moved in; just a couple boxes left to unpack. She had sprung for the studio apartment; she had half a floor to herself, and frankly, why not if she could afford it?
For the moment, she was in the kitchen, washing the few dishes she had to wash. She wasn't a senshi anymore, but she still enjoyed any activity involving water, even something this mundane. Again, the activity is nothing special. It's only when she moves to put the last dish on the drying rack that she notices. As her hand moved out of the water, it's almost like a few drops follow her hand. She blinks, thinking it's her imagination. With a shake of her head, she reaches in to unplug the drain. And pauses.
She focuses her gaze on the water, her hand still submerged. There's a tingle, a small feeling, in the back of her brain. Familiarity that she hasn't felt in years. Very slowly, she pulls her hand out of the water. The liquid falls from her skin, but it doesn't all return. A few drops and small streams of water follow, floating between her hand and the water in the sink.
The process is slow, but soon Ami finds herself pulling her hand farther away, eventually taking small steps away from the sink. The amount of water she's drawing out increases as she moves. The woman is almost in a trance, her focus unmoving as she keeps taking steps backward. There's a faint blue glow in the center of her forehead, which gets gradually brighter with each step back she takes. She shows no signs of stopping till she hits something.
Or someone.
There was a light rainstorm outside, rain hitting the windows of Mizuno Ami's new apartment in Tokyo. She was almost totally moved in; just a couple boxes left to unpack. She had sprung for the studio apartment; she had half a floor to herself, and frankly, why not if she could afford it?
For the moment, she was in the kitchen, washing the few dishes she had to wash. She wasn't a senshi anymore, but she still enjoyed any activity involving water, even something this mundane. Again, the activity is nothing special. It's only when she moves to put the last dish on the drying rack that she notices. As her hand moved out of the water, it's almost like a few drops follow her hand. She blinks, thinking it's her imagination. With a shake of her head, she reaches in to unplug the drain. And pauses.
She focuses her gaze on the water, her hand still submerged. There's a tingle, a small feeling, in the back of her brain. Familiarity that she hasn't felt in years. Very slowly, she pulls her hand out of the water. The liquid falls from her skin, but it doesn't all return. A few drops and small streams of water follow, floating between her hand and the water in the sink.
The process is slow, but soon Ami finds herself pulling her hand farther away, eventually taking small steps away from the sink. The amount of water she's drawing out increases as she moves. The woman is almost in a trance, her focus unmoving as she keeps taking steps backward. There's a faint blue glow in the center of her forehead, which gets gradually brighter with each step back she takes. She shows no signs of stopping till she hits something.
Or someone.