[PS] DA Museum and Library

[Reijin]

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Reijin left Saiba and his bag inside of his quarters. He didn't feel up to being disturbed right now. With the way Saiba could act, his head injury just before signing up for Dante would not get any better. It wasn't a serious injury or anything, but it throbbed as if he'd been in a battle beforehand. At least Reijin was sure that it would interfere with his tournament experience, but even still, it was sapping his focus.

Just around the corner from his quarters, he saw a large scale statue of Raditzu standing tall, its thumb held high in his signature cocky stance. "Piss ant..." the scorned Saiyan found himself muttering, venting his trend of failures upon the effigy. He looked down to see, almost tauntingly, a golden plaque with the name of the Saiyan upon it, as well as the date of the tournament years ago with a notation of him being the grand prize winner. There was no mention of Reijin anywhere.

Disgusted, mostly at himself, Reijin stormed down a bit further only to find another massive figurine in worship of Bardock, the father of Goku. This fact didn't seem to cause too much of a familial tie between the two of them, however, as the brawler was very in tune with his Saiyan blood flowing through him in many ways. Reijin could remember that he hadn't even been mentioned on the top fighters of this tournament.

A few steps past this was an open pedastal that seemed to taunt at him, with the words "WILL YOU BE THE NEXT TO STAND BESIDE LEGENDS?" Reijin could assure them that he would not, as he'd failed before. He had monuments dedicated to him, alongside Raditzu of course, on the planet of Kajin Rala, but he hadn't actually earned anything to cause them. He made a wish.

For all of his great intentions and deplorable deeds, he couldn't think of anything that he'd actually achieved his victory in. Sure, he'd battled Satan himself into a loss in the past, but not a single being in the universe appreciated this fact, nor did a majority even know about it.

So what you want is recognition?

Reijin looked up from his brooding to see a familiar girl standing before him, tall with grey eyes. The memory of her flashed through his mind's eye, where he'd seen her before in the dream world he'd visited. She had called out to him, warned him of things... and then she'd faded from his mind. Where had she been, he mused curiously.

Where I have always been. You simply have not needed me.

He stared at her, seeing her nearly intangible presence holding the same shades of grey form he'd always noticed. Her hair was down to her shoulders, a dark shade of black to contrast with the wispy white robe she wore around her body. There was nothing about her form that gave away anything regarding her physical stature through her clothing. For all Reijin could see, she was nothing more than a phantom of another world.

I assure you that I am not a ghost. This is just the closest to a corporal form I am able to get in order to contact you in this time under the pressure that I face in my own.

Her mouth never moved, and she continued to stare at him with her sad grey eyes. At this point, Reijin turned and looked around the room, making sure he hadn't been set up in some form. He was nothing more than a joke by now, but he did not wish to be treated like one.

Not a single person you have come into contact with holds any doubt or ill will towards you more so than you do yourself.

His head snapped back to her and he jabbed a finger at her in anger. She was doing a good job at pressing the correct buttons. "Don't patronize me, little girl. You have been an entertaining little being but that doesn't give you any right to harass me. Why have you come here to me if you have noticed I have not contacted you myself? And don't think I ever once intentionally went to that little dreamworld to talk to you. If anything you summoned me there while I was asleep."

You have yet to answer my original question.

The wispy form simply stood there meters from the angry Saiyan, her robe flowing behind her in a wind that simply did not exist on this world. Growling, he threw his own cloak behind himself in mirror to hers. "I don't care about the pathetic filth of this universe groveling beneath my feet! I am no power hungry Saiyan and if someone underestimates my strength then I pity them even more for the outcome." He stared at her defiantly as a smoldering flame ignited within his eyes.

Then why are you losing control of your emotions as you are? I can see your pyrokinetic spirit taking life within you. I know of your need for release in order to manipulate those forces.

It burst into full bloom around him, a nova of living flame spiraling around the raven haired Saiyan. "Because, to be quite honest, you are pissing me off. If I wished to brood on things in a corner like some emotional human, then I would have been doing so already!"

Isn't that what you were indeed doing?

At this, the Saiyan spun around and began to step forward. The specter behind him, however, had other plans. Reijin already knew he could not harm her. She was not of this world. He suspected not even of this time. That didn't seem to give him any solace from her approach, however. She was, after all, directly behind him.

Except she was once more in front of him. He realized that no matter the direction he turned, she stayed at the exact same point within his field of vision. This told him two things. "First off, you aren't here. Secondly, I'm through with this."

I am not.

The headache the Saiyan embodied suddenly strengthened, forcing him to the ground as he felt tremendous pain shooting through his skull. He looked up from the ground, finding himself in a groveling position, and angrily glared forward, preparing his flames for a counterattack. She, however, showed nothing more than an expression of sadness, her form floating forward suddenly until she came into contact with the young man.

He reeled backwards as she suddenly existed in the same exact location he himself did, feeling her entering his body with nary a thought towards the mental defenses he'd built many years ago. His mind seemed as her darkened street, and she was determined to traverse it without impediment.

Falling backwards against the empty statue, his vision fogged up completely as his breath was knocked from him. He struggled to hold oxygen, having to release his flames just to focus on survival. A second after he found his lungs suddenly full again, a loud gasp emitting from him as he took in his breath and spasmed beyond his control.

I am harming you not. Its nearly finished.

His vision began to clear up, the phantasmal smoke surround him drawing deep within his lungs and leaving his vantage point, his breathing so rapid from panic as his mind reeled. In moments it was done, and he found himself lying on the empty pedestal for the statue. His eyes flickered open, gasping at the ceiling feebly while feeling a strange calm passing over him.

He lay there for a few moments before he finally sat up, cradling his head within his palms. His headache had vanished completely. Looking straight down into the shiny metal below him, he could see his reflection gazing back at him. It was not a welcome site.

Directly beneath him, he saw what appeared to be himself sitting there staring down, as one would expect, but seeming to exist in the same exact location was a beautiful girl in her mid twenties almost seeming to overly his own form. This was unlike the spiritual girl that had entered him. She had deep green eyes and her the feature that stood out the most to Reijin was her purple shoulder length hair. He had very little time to take in her features, however, as she faded from view into his own form, his eyes lingering as grey for moments before shifting back to their natural black.

Deciding he'd had enough of this, he climbed to his feet, weakly pushing himself up from the statue's base. Another fighter entered the museum just as he'd climbed to his feet and called out to him tauntingly. "Let me guess, you think you'll win and just want to figure out what your pose will be for when your statue is made?"

The young Saiyan simply stumbled from his location and pushed past the fighter, seeking out his room. He had no idea what had just happened, nor why, and he wasn't sure what to make of the situation. Would this even be something that would effect him during the tournament? Was this another fighter attempting to possess him to use during the tournament? He had met this girl before in the dreamworld a number of times... But this was the first time he'd experienced this.

He decided his quarters was the best place he could be for now.