Solitary Experiments By Sergeant Wittmann During Aeka's first week on Earth, she sequestered herself in the room Tenchi had lent her, not leaving and probably only talking to Sasami. Since Aeka became far less isolated after episode 3 of the OVA, this incident seems to have been forgotten. What i tried to do here is to illustrate what was happening to her during this time and also to explore her deep-seated animosity towards Ryoko, which is often glossed over or distorted. Even Though I created Tenchi Muyo!, the thieving bastards at AIC stole the idea from me. Even though I hope to regain copyrights after an upcoming lawsuit, I still need to credit them with creation of my characters and story. All of my creations belong to AIC and I am writing this with their implied consent (even though they're the ones who should be asking me). This is a nice little room, but quaint to the extreme. There is no furniture here except for the containers I had salvaged from Ryu-oh's hold. And the floor is covered with a woven reed mat divided into squares. I have slept for many hours in this small, austere, foreign room. It looked like late afternoon when I awoke and I still have not done a thing to get myself ready. Come to think of it, I have not even really moved since I awoke and now it is sunset. I just propped myself up and stared at our things. They seem to make me even more of a foreigner, these familiar items. Seeing these containers stacked up the way they are makes me feel like a victim of a natural disaster, who grabbed as many belongings as she could and fled to a stranger's house. I see these familiar items; these robes I've worn for so many years, the small wooden trinkets, brushes, combs, sap jewelry. I wish to burn it all. They are just taunting me, reminding me that I'm marooned at this place and not at home. I wish to burn everything except for that one tiny hologram. Of Yosho. I wish that I would burn as well. I wish that I could burn in this room, and that my ashes could leave with the smoke, billow out of that window and float to the stars. I just don't want to be here anymore. I may never leave this Earth. I have tried avoiding this thought but it seeks me out. I am here to stay, but how could I possibly survive hear? There is nothibng here, no Yosho, no Jurai, only Sasami and myself. And Sasami is not even here, she awoke at a normal time. It is strange to wake alone like this. All my life there has always been someone there when I awoke. Even though I had my own room and slept alone, I still wasn't alone. I had Father, Mother, Yosho, Mother Funaho, the servants and guards, but now no one. There is music coming from downstairs; strange, throbbing, alien sounds. I hate it. Underneath this pulsating music I can hear a voice. A voice that freezes my blood. Ryoko's voice. I hear the others laugh through the music. Perhaps Ryoko did something amusing. Amusing indeed! If they knew what really lurked in that black heart they would see that not a grain of charm, wit, or intellect dwelt there. If they knew the truth about that murderer they would drive her out of this house. It is almost as though the sole purpose of her existence is to make my life unbearable. In fact, I had the happiest life one could want until Ryoko came. She is the source of all my life's misery. And now, after she has raped me three times, she teases me. Every little smirk, every wise remark breaks me down further. Here I am at my worst, totally helpless, and she pours acid into my wounds, holding me down with a boot on my neck. Fortunately, I haven't seen much of her. I can hear her singing now. Singing that awful song with that poisonous voice. What is stopping me from going down there right now and killing her? I know I can overpower her, it would be easy if I caught her by surprise. But that would be underhanded wouldn't it? More her style. I would need to make it fair, just. Because is this not about justice? That is why I defied the Statute of Limitations in the first place. Because the Holy Council seems not to care about justice anymore. How could they just let her go like that? Aren't the people who died important anymore? What about avenging the dishonor, and reasserting Tsunami's divine truth? The Statute was standing firmly in the path of justice, I had to flaunt it. But am I arresting justice with my hesitancy as well? What is stopping me from making that attack? I must, as revenge for the souls she took. Why do I deprive them of their vengeance? Fear. I have seen what she can do firsthand. But there is more. If I go down there then I am confronting my own weakness. When I couldn't stop her on Jurai, when I couldn't stop her here. She is the embodiment of my failure. But what's more, I fear myself. I fear what I will become if I do this deed I've been wanting for so long. I would love to walk down those stairs right now and deliver her a reckoning, but the idea revolts me as well. I want to kill her so badly but it just seems so wrong to me. I couldn't possibly derive joy from something so heinous, but the thought of doing so entices me. But it is my duty to punish her and so I must. But this is all futile, since I still need her to help me find Yosho. But if I were to do so, would I revel in such an act of carnage. Perhaps. But perhaps not. Every time I imagine killing Ryoko I frighten myself. I do such horrendous things but I enjoy it in these fantasies. No one can save me. I'm an animal with my foot caught in a trap, dying slowly, immobilized, with steel teeth chewing at my flesh. I've only been on Colonized Planet 0315 for three days but every minute has been sheer torment. I may remain here forever without ever finding what I've been looking for. I feel I couldn't last another second here. In these past centuries I have devoted my entire existence to two people, Yosho and Ryoko. Now, without the means to find my brother (if he hasn't already died) and without the will to punish Ryoko I have nothing. There is no one to pull me out, and I can't pull myself out. I just want to find Yosho and get out now, nothing more. I'll die if I don't. __________________________________________________________________________ Thank you for taking the time to post this. Sincerely, Sgt. Wittmann