Hiro had spent much of the time since arriving on the beach, staring out at the ocean. He did not like not knowing who he was. Getting involved when one didn't know...it felt wrong.
So here he'd stayed. Somewhat alone. Had he alway been alone? He didn't think so...he slid the katana off his shoulders, holding it out in front of him, running a hand over the symbol. Did the symbol mean something? Maybe...maybe if he could remember, he would remember everything else...
He sighed, starting to resheath the blade when everything went fuzzy...
...and everything came back. He and Ando - they'd been in the future, he...he'd got them stuck somehow...he'd tried to get them back and then...
Here.
"Ando!"
...wait. Was that...that wasn't his voice...was it? Surely he never sounded so...high-pitched? He...Rushes of every science fiction show he had ever seen came flipping through his mind, specifically the ones that had to do with body switching. He squeezed his eyes shut, almost afraid to open them. It was almost garunteed that if that had happened he would be a woman. It was typical. He inhaled twice before working up the courage to open his eyes and look down at his hands.
His hands were more slender; more graceful...a metal bracelet wrapped around one wrist...and his..."body" between his eyes and his hands was definately shaped...differently...his head snapped up and he stared at the wall, feeling his face flushing furiously as he sat down with a bump.
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[Hiro] Murphy Hates the Little Guys
Date: 2007-05-26 05:25 pm (UTC)So here he'd stayed. Somewhat alone. Had he alway been alone? He didn't think so...he slid the katana off his shoulders, holding it out in front of him, running a hand over the symbol. Did the symbol mean something? Maybe...maybe if he could remember, he would remember everything else...
He sighed, starting to resheath the blade when everything went fuzzy...
...and everything came back. He and Ando - they'd been in the future, he...he'd got them stuck somehow...he'd tried to get them back and then...
Here.
"Ando!"
...wait. Was that...that wasn't his voice...was it? Surely he never sounded so...high-pitched? He...Rushes of every science fiction show he had ever seen came flipping through his mind, specifically the ones that had to do with body switching. He squeezed his eyes shut, almost afraid to open them. It was almost garunteed that if that had happened he would be a woman. It was typical. He inhaled twice before working up the courage to open his eyes and look down at his hands.
His hands were more slender; more graceful...a metal bracelet wrapped around one wrist...and his..."body" between his eyes and his hands was definately shaped...differently...his head snapped up and he stared at the wall, feeling his face flushing furiously as he sat down with a bump.
"Oh boy."