The soft sigh echoes in her mind, a single tear slipping beyond the curved boundries of her brilliant saphhire eye. The breeze softly rustles her hair, twisting it like a mahogany storm around her face. Gently, she sets the small kitten down, leaving a note attatched to his collar. The note was to a close friend, and she knew Charon would know where to go, trusting her furry little companion to see it through.

"I'll see you when I'm out, Charon..." she lightly pats the kitten, who breaths only a soft, innocent mew before scampering away to hide from the aproaching vehicle.

The Ozma was already laying on it's back, left in a position that could not quite be explained.
The vehicle only draws nearer, containing 'Master Hikaru' and a few of his better men, come to aprehend her...she knew this very well.

"...time to hide again..." Aya mutters softly to herself, climbing into the cockpit of her gear and tearing the straps of the restraint harness before sitting back in the pilots seat.

***

"There!" the man shouted angrily, "I can almost see it! Just keep following my course directories." his voice was hard and rough, toughened by years of relentless shouting and barking of orders. He pointed forwards, towards where the Ozma lay on it's back, though only a small, black form on the near horizon.

***
Ayame looked down at her carefully bandaged hands with a certain fondness, and a soft smile upon her lips. "...all I can do now, is look forward..." she murmurs softly to herself before slowly letting her body gather ether, begining to glow with a strange blue radiance.

With an almost sudden snap, the cockpit floods swiftly with ether water, leaving Ayame without air...but this is what she'd intended upon. Slowly, she allows her lungs to stop drawing the air that wasn't there to breathe, letting her body simply fall limp without a fight.

"Alright men! That's the gear, now get it open and pry her out! I want to know what she was doing breeching her house arrest and why she's at the ocean like this, and I want to know -now!-" Master Hikaru was absolutly furious, leaving the men to run franticly forwards and pry the gear open, doing as little damage as they could.

"Sir!" one of the men shouted
"What!?" Hikaru barked back at him, storming over.
"She appears to have drowned!"
"WHAT??? GET HER OUT OF THERE!" Hikaru screamed so hard, so roughly that his throat began to burn "I want her revived damnit! DO IT!"
"Sir, Yes Sir!" the soldiers barked back, helplessly trying to revive the unconcious female.