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She wanted to glance over her shoulder, but knew she couldn't risk slowing
down to do so.

She was being stalked, hunted.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, and tried to remain calm, even as she
ran. Predators smell fear, and the smell of fear entices them.

The path ahead was dark. Her footsteps thudded on the hard ground, the only
sound to be heard, save for the pounding of her heart. A little
further...just a little further, and she could get away...

Her foot caught on a rock, and she fell, hard. She fought the urge to cry
out as pain shot up her leg, telling her she had twisted her ankle. She
squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to will the pain away. To will her fear
away.

She opened her eyes. Eyes stared back into her own. Large, luminous blue
eyes, gleaming with a predatory light. She gasped.

The predator's mouth opened, exposing glistening fangs, fangs which would
certainly clamp down on her throat, tearing out her jugular, ending her
life. And then the predator would feed on her flesh. Involuntarily, she
opened her mouth to scream...


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"Kiyone! Wake up, Kiyone!"

The sleeping teal-haired detective opened her eyes, which locked
immediately with the pair of bright, shining blue eyes mere centimeters
from her face. She screamed.

"Waaaaaaah!" Kiyone's scream startled the blonde leaning over her, causing
her to fall. She flailed her arms wildly as she landed on top of Kiyone,
who started to scream again--then blinked.

"Mihoshi?"

"Waaah! You scared me!" Mihoshi bawled, still flailing.

Kiyone gently placed her hands on her partner's shoulders, pushing her up
enough so that she could rise to a sitting position. "Shh, it's okay." She
paused, taking a deep breath as reality set in. "Why did you wake me up?"
she asked.

Mihoshi stopped flailing, her panicked tears drying up. "We're late,
Kiyone! We overslept! We gotta get to work or we're gonna be in trouble!"

Kiyone blinked. "What!? That's impossible! What time is it?"

Mihoshi thrust a digital clock in her face. The bright green display read
[9:13].

Kiyone stared at it for a moment. *How the hell--?* She stood up, and
looked around. Something was seriously amiss. If it was that late in the
morning, why was the apartment so dark?

She walked over to the window and opened the blinds. Darkness greeted her.
She blinked.

After a moment, realization dawned. "Mihoshi," she began quietly. "You
bought one of those American 12-hour clocks, didn't you?"

"Umm...yes?" Mihoshi offered.

Kiyone took a deep breath, clenched her fists...then wheeled on the blonde.
"IDIOT!" she screamed. "It's nine o'clock AT NIGHT! As in 2100 hours!"

Mihoshi blinked. "Umm...oops?" She rubbed the back of her head nervously.

Kiyone sighed, frustrated. "Mihoshi, go to sleep," she bit off tersely. She
shuffled back to her own futon, and slid into it.

The blonde looked like she was going to cry. Finally, she slipped into her
own futon. Kiyone could hear her sniffling, and for a moment, felt guilty
enough to comfort her well-meaning but scatterbrained partner. Then, the
sniffling gave way to gentle snores.

Sighing, Kiyone closed her eyes, and eventually drifted off into slumber.







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        egDaAmIaNrb

     original concept by Libby Thomas

      reconceived and written by
      The Eternal Lost Lurker

    characters and situations
       from "Tenchi Muyou!"
     used without permission




She hadn't been asleep thirty minutes when a persistent beeping awakened
her. She sat up, grumbled irritably, and searched around for the source of
the sound. A glance across the room revealed that her partner was still
asleep. *If it's that dipshit clock of hers, I'm going to brain her with
it,* Kiyone thought darkly.

Five minutes elapsed before she located the beeping culprit. Still grumpy
and irritated, she was about to grind the offending object into dust...when
a part of her mind which had somehow become more awake relayed to the rest
of her still half-asleep mind that the object in question was her wrist
comm, her link to the Yagami's monitor relays. Immediately, her full mind
snapped into focus. Headquarters was calling.

Throwing on a yukata in an attempt to make herself presentable, she made
her way to the roof, where the Yagami stood cloaked. Boarding the ship, she
activated the comm station, and played the incoming communication.

/Galaxy Police Temp Recall Notice 1071-1701A: Detective First Class Mihoshi
Ordered To Report To Headquarters As Soon As Possible For Required Physical
Examination By Order Of Galaxy Police Chief Medical Officer./

Kiyone blinked. *A physical? That doesn't make any sense...we both had our
physicals at the same time, three months ago. She isn't due for another one
for at least six months...* Kiyone knew for a fact that both of them had
been given a clean bill of health; if Medical had found anything out of the
ordinary, Mihoshi would have been placed on sick leave until it could be
taken care of. Kiyone contemplated this unusual order. Headquarters would
not have issued a recall for an impromptu medical examination without a
reason.

But what could that reason be? There weren't many circumstances which could
warrant such a recall; in fact, Kiyone could only think of two offhand.
Officers suspected of substance abuse would be subject to such an
examination; Kiyone dismissed this idea without a second thought. Mihoshi
drank her fair share of sake; they all did. But never while on duty, and
Galaxy Police officers were required to accept a filter implant which would
prevent alcohol damage to their bodies. Aside from that, there was no way
Mihoshi was abusing any chemical substance. Kiyone would know about it by
now if that were the case.

The only other reason would be that Medical had reason to believe there was
something seriously wrong with Mihoshi. A terminal illness, complications
from an old injury, something of that nature.

That notion troubled Kiyone. She briefly considered logging into the GP
database and pulling up Mihoshi's medical record, but decided against
it--even if Medical had a suspicion that something was wrong, it wouldn't
be stated in open record until it had been confirmed.

Sighing, Kiyone disembarked, returning to the apartment. As she slid into
her futon, she cast a worried glance at her sleeping partner, and
determined that she would keep a close eye on the blonde for a while.


-=End of Teaser. Watch for more of 'Dain Bramage' this summer.=-

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