Hazy Purple Mirror [Bambietta, Ryouko]

"Ugh."

It was the first sound that she could utter, her head just felt groggy like someone had taken her brain and beaten it with a mallet over and over. Maybe the feeling of fire that was clawing at her mind is what someone felt when a bullet went through it, that sharp piercing pain but it wasn't short-lived. For the moment it was here to stay.

Ryouko grimaced when she opened her eye, only one from the small amount of light already making the migraine worse for her while looking around the dingy little room. The low light and small space was a kind of comfort if only because it reminded her of her little storeroom. On impulse she grabbed at her head to cover her eyes. Everything felt a bit out of sorts in her head and it was a struggle just to figure out if her left or her right hand had come to her eyes' aid.

Who was this person? It was the first thing that came to her head when she heard the voice. The second was the fact that it was unfamiliar and the next thing that crossed her mind was where was she? Unfamiliar things terrified her, and so she jolted upright with enough pain to make her splutter from the shock of moving.

"What's going on!?"

She moved her head around to try and look around but the pain left her blind, not helped by the fact her glasses were absent. Even though she was in pain something was off but she couldn't place it. She never had the kind of energy to do anything like this, and there was an something wrong about her sitting. She felt lighter, weightless even compared to how she normally felt, but the adrenaline running through her system from the fight or flight response had things moving too fast.

Not that there was a fight response in her. Everything about her right now wanted to escape to something safer and more familiar.

Ryouko caught the shape of her glasses, they were blurry but she reached out to take them nonetheless. There was a pause when she clasped them though and she stared at the silhouette of her hand wrapped around the frame.

Something wasn't right about it when she stared at it. Her thoughts expanded a bit more like she was becoming more conscious of her own body.

"Accident..."

She mumbled to herself, the act of getting on her glasses was an act full of fumbles and fear until they were finally on her face and she stared down at herself. It was like she had been dumped in ice cold water when she looked down at herself with the colour leaving her face.

What accident? She might've continued down that train of thought to try and remember if the present was not far more important than the past to her right now. Ryouko's dainty hands touched at her stomach and sides, touched at her face. Where there was once a protective layer of insecurity was gone and she felt naked, even by hospital gown standards, or she just felt like someone had given her the wrong set of clothes.

She looked around for a reflection until settling on the dim reflection of herself in the lowlight. It was barely looked like her anymore and the first impulse she felt with that knowledge was to shriek and try to get away from the reality. Everything was wrong, it needed to be right. It had to be corrected somehow.

As she tried to force her way off the bed in a manner which would only cause her to collapse, whether by fumbling off it or falling because of her atrophied muscles, she considered another possibility. She was dreaming. That was it. This could never happen to her, she was just a ugly little nobody that couldn't handle people around people.

That is exactly what this was she rationalised to herself as she tried to get away.

She wriggled and squirmed in the other woman's hold. A little bit more work than her battered body wanted to handle right now but her adrenaline was spiking right now and so it wasn't much effort to break her grip so that she could get onto all fours and look around like a scared rabbit that was anticipating a bird of prey to appear at any moment to take her away.


Ryouko muttered like a mantra to herself through watery eyes. Her mind told her to run but she felt tired just trying to get this far even though she felt completely fine despite falling onto Bambietta. It was like all the energy from her rush of fear was being sapped.

"Please stop it. This isn't funny."

She cracked and sobbed at the woman that had become her cushion. This wasn't a funny joke that people in her division were playing on her.