Chapter 8

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=200 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" WIDTH="95" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 46 WIDTH="91"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="46" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="91" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#003333" FACE="Arial" ><B>Ultra Symphony</B></FONT>  </div> <bR> <div> Chapter 8: Yokoyari (Interruption)</div> <div> <I>*** Ultraman and all respective characters, likenesses and items are copyright © 1966-2002 Tsuburaya Productions Co., Ltd. Ultra Theresa is copyright © 2002 Wayne Koizumi, and used with permission This fan fiction is not an official sequel to Ultra Theresa and is not considered to be part of the original Ultra Theresa timeline or universe.Original characters are the property of Chibi Cel-Chan, except where specified, and are not to be used without permission.*** </I></div> <div> ***</div> <bR> <div> The blackness was overpowering, just the way she preferred it. She enjoyed the feel of being completely shrouded in the heavy dark and prominent silence of her meditating chambers. Her lithe and sleek form was perfectly still in a kneeling position on top of her velvet cushion, and from appearances alone, she was the picture of serenity. Her long, straight hair was softly draped over her slim shoulders and lightly caressed her thigh. When the knock came at the door, shattering the pensive silence she barely stirred, and in a silky and smooth voice, she asked the party to enter. The door opened, the breeze setting a few of her strands of hair aloft. </div> <bR> <div> "Close the door."</div> <bR> <div> He did, being comfortable navigating the pitch black of her chambers, as he had done many times before. He stopped several feet from her bed before he spoke.</div> <bR> <div> "I regret interrupting your meditation, mistress", he said evenly. </div> <bR> <div> She didn't speak for a few seconds. The silence grew heavy, and when she finally did speak, her voice blended so well with the ringing of the quiet room that he wasn't even certain she had said anything for a few seconds. </div> <bR> <div> "What progress, then?" </div> <bR> <div> He looked down, knowing exactly how to word it, the inconclusive readings that had been generated stated clearly enough the occurance, but all the same, he secretly dreaded breaking her meditative state, as this news was sure to do. </div> <bR> <div> He wasn't even aware that he had paused, until her voice broke his concentration.</div> <bR> <div> "What progress, then?" Her voice carried only a hint of an edge. </div> <bR> <div> He cleared his throat, a somewhat futile attempt and a needless habit he had somehow picked up. Then, he braced himself for her response.</div> <bR> <div> "Satsu-seijin has failed."</div> <bR> <div> She only paused briefly.</div> <bR> <div> "I see." Her voice carried an even yet somewhat music lilt, not at all angry. </div> <bR> <div> "It.. succeeded in killing Kawarinou.. but was then defeated, in battle."</div> <bR> <div> "There was to be no battle." her voice was still surprisingly pleasant.. he found himself feeling rather uneasy, yet he continued.</div> <bR> <div> "After he killed the human...it was subdued, by.. another human."</div> <bR> <div> "How is that possible?"</div> <bR> <div> He turned away from the sound of her voice, nervously clenching his fist. </div> <bR> <div> "The human..was using Ultra Kenriki."</div> <bR> <div> "Are you certain?"</div> <bR> <div> "The scans were 99% conclusive."</div> <bR> <div> She was silent for several seconds, her pensive mood suddenly sizzling away into anger. </div> <bR> <div> "Was he killed?"</div> <bR> <div> He said nothing. </div> <bR> <div> She slid off of her bed, and, her serenity truly a thing of the past, she crossed the chamber and instinctively reached out and grabbed his shoulder, whirling him around to face her. The coldness of her fingers and her presence was a physical shock. Her eyes were the only visible thing in the room, they were glowing a faint red, and a low growl eminated in her throat and was barely audible.</div> <bR> <div> "Was he killed?!" She asked again. </div> <bR> <div> He turned away from her. "No, mistress."</div> <bR> <div> "No. And why is that?" Her voice was like ice.</div> <bR> <div> "It... it was preparing to.. but.."</div> <bR> <div> "But?"</div> <bR> <div> "...There was an interruption..."</div> <bR> <div> "What sort of interruption?"</div> <bR> <div> "It was..."</div> <bR> <div> She was silent, standing perfectly still.</div> <bR> <div> "The... pattern was difficult to trace, mistress."</div> <bR> <div> "Spare me the technicalities. You obviously know."</div> <bR> <div> He sighed, and had barely noticed that the room had illuminated, just marginally. He was able to make out her form a few feet away from him, unmoving, her gaze centered on him. </div> <bR> <div> "It was a level 12 Ultra signature, mistress. That is all I know."</div> <bR> <div> She felt a pang of recognition go through her, and she crossed the room back over to her bed. The room was by now a bright red, illuminated by an unknown source. The velvet cushions welcomed her weak body, and she knelt down in much the same position she had been in before his entrance. She then looked in his direction. </div> <bR> <div> "Are you certain?"</div> <bR> <div> He nodded soberly.</div> <bR> <div> "Then he's begun already.. we haven't much time."</div> <bR> <div> "Mistress, it was simply a defensive measure.. there is no evidence of any other Ultra signatures on the planet."</div> <bR> <div> "We can take no chances. They must be eliminated."</div> <bR> <div> He bowed. "I await your command, mistress."</div> <bR> <div> She paused, running her hand through her hair. She then lay back on her bed and continued to stroke her tresses.</div> <bR> <div> "Send another down, immediately. Stronger resistance, this time."</div> <bR> <div> "Are you certain, mistress?"</div> <bR> <div> She looked at him. "We need to know what we're dealing with, don't we?"</div> <bR> <div> He nodded, understanding. "It will be done." He turned and exited the room.</div> <bR> <div> She continued stroking her hair, a single word on her lips she didn't dare speak, feeling almost as though by uttering it, she would be summoning up a demon. </div> <bR> <div> <I>Zoffy..? </I></div> <bR> <div> ***</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <A HREF="id49.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Chapter 9:"><U>Chapter 9</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Ultra Symphony"><U>Back</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>