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outofroses: This may seem abrupt to some of my followers, but I will be moving to a different blog in the next few days. The muse will stay the same and I will be happy to continue my threads with everyone. I also feel like a fresh start will motivate me to be more active on my account. So if you see this post and would like my new URL, please like this and I will be happy to give it to you. Until I officially move though, I will keep replying to the threads here. ^^
You are my world… |Ukyo&Heroine|
Ukyo shook his head; the thanks wasn’t entirely necessary. He needed only tell what he could of the truth; glad it satiated her curiosity, but lamenting the fact that there was little to no more he could tell her. It… didn’t feel right. But then again, of all the worlds he’d been to—had any? She never knew him and he tended to keep his distance for her own safety. What was he doing now, then? Compromising everything like this? Niel was not with him; if something happened, would he even be able to go to another world?
Before he could really consider the gravity to that fact, it was the girl’s voice that caught his attention once more. …Close? Once, perhaps. It felt like so long ago by now though… so… so very long. For a moment, Ukyo’s mouth simply opened and closed slowly, a few times—the words not quite forming each time. Until, he took a long breath and glanced across the room. "We’re… friends." he said softly, forcing his usual smile to his face. "Pretty good friends." he reiterated, canting his head a little. “Though the situation is a little complicated now, huh?” he chuckled lightly—a half-hearted attempt at best.
The silence was bound to fall over them again; unlike how it used to be, a pleasant quietness he could relax in, it made him tense and concerned. There were so many mines he had to avoid stepping on, and on top of it, his own composure had to be retained. If he got worked up, it would all end badly. He couldn’t cry—there was no way he could let his frustration show. She was alive and right now that alone was far more than enough. He only had to make sure she stayed alive; his position didn’t matter, not right now. He musings reached his ears, but his thoughts were still weighing too heavily for him to respond; not that it was particularly necessary.
Eventually his eyes met her gaze; noting how her stare had been upon him all this time. He could only hope he hadn’t let his facade slip whilst he was in thought. And yet, he still had no words. How long? How long was even safe anymore? Night was the worst possible time… Ukyo took into account her offer of accomodation for the night, but shook his head. "… That’s not a very good idea." he admitted, smiling thankfully but he couldn’t let his heart get the better of him this time. After all, this was for her sake not his own. "I should leave sooner… rather than later." he added, "but… I can always come back in the morning. I mean—. If that’s what you want."
He wouldn’t stay. She studied his face for any sign of wavering weakness, but none revealed themselves to her hopeful gaze.
His refusal stung her heart the same way alcohol stings a freshly opened wound and she had to keep herself from visibly wincing. ”That’s…a shame,” came her hesitant reply. The anxiety of being left alone in her empty apartment with her empty recollection crept slowly up from the pit of her stomach – spreading through her like an unkempt weed. Even the spoon that she had been dutifully stirring her coffee with had slid from her grip and now sat abandoned in the mug as she stared unblinking down at her hands.
But no. No, she couldn’t be clingy and selfish; Ukyo had just said that he would return in the morning and that was more than enough; she needed to stop letting her fears of the unknown dictate her behavior. He was her friend – he had even confirmed it – so there was no reason why he would go back on his word to her.
Finally lifting her hand to remove the spoon from her coffee cup, she nodded in agreement. ”Will you come early enough for breakfast at least?” she asked him, wrapping her fingers around the mug before raising it to her lips. ”I can’t promise it will taste good, but I’d be happy to cook you something as thanks for all your help.” She didn’t even know if her previous self knew how to cook, but any dummy could follow a recipe and produce decent results if they were mindful.
As she waited for his reply, she took the first sip of her coffee and was immediately assaulted by a powerfully sweet flavor. It danced over her taste buds as it filled her mouth, but surprisingly, she liked it. In fact, she thought that it wouldn’t hurt if it had been even a little sweeter and chased the first small swallow down with a second larger one. The upside to learning about herself again was getting to experience such wonderful things as if they were the first time.
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8.my muse is sick for 2 days
”A-ah..Alice..err..*cough* why did you came? *cough* I thought I told you it`s just a normal flu.You might catch it from me,and I dont want that..go home I`ll be fine.”
Let someone look after you..huh? That was not a bad idea,specially if it was her.Toma at that time was the most happiest man in the world.All he wanted is to be noticed by her,and there she is cooking for him.Nursing him until he gets better.
He sat up when he saw her moving the furniture around.He wanted to offer to help,but she was pretty fast moving the things around. A sigh escaped his lips watching her.
”I guess that is a trick question,either way you will make me eat that soup up hehe.” he coughed a few times before continuing his speech,” a-ahem…oh that..Oba-san`s soup is really delicious,I`m sure yours is too.”
”You are catching on fast.” Her laughter was genuine because she knew how hard this was for Toma – being the one who had to rely on someone else for a change. It made her feel useful to him though, so she wasn’t as torn up about his cold as she should have been.
Finally turning to face him, she carefully picked up the bowl and sat down – balancing herself on the edge of his bed. ”I guess we’ll find out now, hm?” Not willing to admit it out loud, the brunette was feeling self-conscious about her own cooking abilities. Any idiot could follow a recipe, she told herself, but even so, it wasn’t always about getting the exact measurement of ingredients. Maybe it was lamely sentimental of her, but when she heard Toma was sick, she was resolved to prepare the soup for him – even deviating a bit from the recipe to suit his particular tastes. That’s why she was so worried; she didn’t follow the recipe exactly, but she had put all of her heart into it, so she could only pray that it came out good.
Banishing her anxiety to the back of her mind, she ladled a spoonful of the soup from the bowl and brought it up to Toma’s mouth. ”Be honest. If you don’t like it, you can tell me. It’s okay.” She spoke softly – really hoping that she hadn’t ruined it after all.
"Let's build a pillow fort together and eat marshmallows in it!" (Toma (as children?))
Fluff & Romance Starters
//Hell yea!//
”Hehe alright alright,we will build a fort and you will be the princess ne~? and I`ll be your knight!”
Toma smiled and patted Alice head when she thanked him,”You are welcome.” he then sat down to enjoy his cup of hot cocoa ,when Alice offered the marshmallows he gladly took the bag and put some in his cup.”Yosh..this will taste much better now..heh”
As attentive as ever, the little girl kept her eyes focused on the blond boy in front of her. She lliked it when they did things the same, so it delighted her to no end that Toma wanted to put marshmallows in his cocoa, too. Taking a careful sip of the hot beverage so not to burn her tongue, she could only nod at his words.
Once she swallowed, she pointed over to the half-finished fort. ”What do you want to put inside?” she asked, a serious expression of concentration on her face. ”I already know what I want.” And getting to her feet, she crossed the room and pulled a book off the shelf and held it up proudly. ”This one, okay? The one about the princess.” She affectionately hugged the storybook to her chest as she returned to her mug of cocoa. ”And I want you to read it to me like you always do.” Still not having quite learned to read yet, it made her happy that her big brother was willing to tell her the stories from the books.
⊰☾⊱ —— : His eyes opened wide with surprise reflected into his features upon hear the unique voice of the creature. He knew who it was even before daring to turn around. Those soft vowels and that singsong voice couldn’t be compared with other women. That voice belonged only to someone. A human being who had once filled his soul with joy and gladness, and had now been replaced by a deep hatred. A woman whose presence just filled him with doubts, regrets, and a painful poison. Of course, that reaction just affected the half. The Dark Wolf.
The best way to attract the prey was lying. Disguising the hard truths with sweet lies. Thus, the victim would walk on their own to the point of being trapped in the cobweb. “—Yes, that’s right.—” Ura spoke with the same kindness that Ukyo would offer to the belle. A malicious smile would decore his lips while emerald orbs were fixed on her. Even though the Joker had told her not to approach in another worlds… Even though he had told her not to be alone at this hours of the night… She still remained stubborn. Really, what a bother… "—It’s nice to see you, I must admit, miss. May I ask what are you doing here this late?—" His head tilted slightly, exposing a curiosity that he wasn’t inside did feel in the least. She was simply doing the job easier.
”Huh?” An inarticulate murmur passed over her lips in a brief moment of confusion. The way the young man was speaking was odd – almost as if there had been an unnatural lilt to his tone. For a second that stretched on a little longer than was normal, her gaze lingered on his face – searching for the component that didn’t belong, but unable to connect the dots, her suspicion was forced to relent if only a little.
Delicate fingers awkwardly swatted at the loose fringe shadowing her eyes as her smile began to falter. The atmosphere felt strangely heavy and suffocating – so much so that she was questioning her initial decision to approach the man.
”…Doing here?” she hesitantly parroted his inquiry, taking a measured step backwards. Turning her eyes up to the nighttime sky, the darkness looked blacker than she remembered; perhaps the stars were simply hidden behind some clouds? ”My shift ended recently and I was on my way home when I saw you,” she gave an honest reply as she had no reason to lie to him. ”What about you?” the brunette ventured to ask, trying to ignore all the warning bells going off in her head. ”Are you working?” Vaguely, a conversation about photography between the man and her boss surfaced in her recollection, and she was certain it had something to do with his career.
reunited | distortedjoker & kanojonokioku
Ukyo barely noticed how her fingers closed around his own—as he, too, instinctively seemed to cling to her. The prospect of a future… somehow, it seemed less like a dream with her at his side. And, perhaps, more so than anything; that dream was one he wanted to fulfill with her. That wasn’t something he was yet prepared to say. It was enough to answer her question, enough to let the thought settle in her mind. There was no need to rush, after all.
They had all the time in the world.
His head titled slightly towards her hand; the soft fingertips almost tickling his cheek—now smiling wider than before. Ukyo nodded to her words in agreement. Yes, yes he would have one. No matter what. It was the next movement however that caught him the most by surprise—finding her head beside his as his name and (the start of) a question was posed to him. Even he couldn’t deny the shiver as he felt that warm air.
And yet—. It was gone as quickly as it came; the girl stepping back and asking such a neutral question. Ukyo was curious—did she plan on asking something else? Or was she just teasing him as usual? Shaking his head, he figured it best to leave the answer alone, whatever it may be. "Y-Yes." he answered, following up with a nod of his head and a firmer grasp on her fingers. "Let’s go." he affirmed, giving her arm a little tug and marching off toward the shops with a somewhat pink-tinted face.
No resistance met Ukyo’s gentle pull on her arm; almost as if they were one, she moved forward with ease – her eyes dutifully fixed on the man at her side. The blush that had settled into his cheeks had instantly caught her attention – provoking a small laugh from her lips that she was quick to muffle with her free hand. Since when had she become the type that enjoyed teasing others for such a reaction? Perhaps she had been spending more time with Ikki than she realized and his influence was rubbing off on her. Though, that wasn’t quite right either; while the idea of Ukyo flustered appealed to the mischievous side of her heart, she had no interest in anyone else’s blushing face except for his.
Once they stepped inside the electronics store, the clerk at the front greeted them with a smile and the usual offer of assistance, but politely declining, they ventured forward. She already knew where the memory cards were kept, and if it was right for her to assume, Ukyo had enough experience to determine which one would best suit his needs.
”Here they are,” she finally declared after a moment or so of weaving their bodies through the narrow aisles. Before them was a small display of memory cards, and maybe if she had been with Shin or Toma, they would grab the cheapest one with the most space, but it must have been different for Ukyo.
A thoughtful humming playing on her lips, she evaluated the options in front of them before plucking one off the rack. ”How about this one?” she asked, smiling. Placing the small package in the photographer’s hand, she figured he wouldn’t be fazed by the ¥8,500 price tag. He was a professional after all; surely he paid that kind of money for his top-quality equipment all the time. Nevertheless, the final decision was his, so she’d just wait and watch the different expressions that curved his lips and shifted in his eyes.
reunited | distortedjoker & kanojonokioku
Ukyo quickly raised his hands, a fluster apparent on his face. "N-No, I was just speaking my mind I didn’t mean—. Not that that’s not the case but I mean—." The man’s lips closed tightly for a moment as his brain tried to catch up with his rushed and hardly coherent excuses. "…You’re mean." he whined, though a clear amusement underlying the sound. However Ukyo soon fell to silence again as she began reeling off a list of her morning flaws—he was intrigued, mostly. And yet could see himself in a lot of them. If her hair was ‘messy’ his must have been no less than a chaos of strands—one that certainly took a lot of time to sort. But, that was something he always seemed to have on his hands. Time. Though his job was demanding, he could work at his own pace until deadlines—or the dates he was required to show up—meaning he had plenty more of it than the average salary worker. Probably a good thing, really. Noting the girl had finished speaking, he looked back ahead with a gentle hum of acknowledgement and thought.
"Really? I don’t think I’m much different in the morning. I thought everyone was like that, honestly." he chuckled, "still, picturing you with ruffled hair is kind of adorable." he mused, albeit absentmindedly and unaware he’d spoken the last sentence aloud. Keeping the steady pace, appreciating the fresh smell the newly fallen rain had left behind, the pair continued down the street. Time always seemed to go by so slowly—but when he was with her, he was scarce without a smile and time flew by as if it never existed. Sometimes he wished it would go slower, just so they might spend more time together—but no matter how fleeting the moments seemed, he treasured every one of them.
The statement caught him off-guard briefly, his head turning to glance at the girl before she continued. He listened—intently so—as she went further into her life; listened as she explained details he didn’t know before. Learning was always an experience, and an even better one when it was about her. To work with children… to support them… now that he thought about it that kind of job suited her well. She was kind and caring; always listening to the rambles of even someone like him… and yet strong willed and determined too. Yes, if anyone could help children like that, it was her. "That’s a nice dream." he said softly, "I’m sure you will succeed; it sounds perfect for someone like you." he flashed her a smile and lead the way across the road—closer to the store’s proximity.
With his mind still on the previous topic, the question that followed and broke the settling silence between them didn’t surprise him as much as it would have. Before he had the chance to answer though, she had again taken the chance to elaborate, and reason with her question—something that really wasn’t necessary in Ukyo’s mind. He understood; the future was an important factor in anyone’s life. Some people thought about it more than others, but it was always there. He chuckled, "no, I think you deserve an answer. I don’t mind." he said, smiling and coming to a halt outside the storefront.
Casting his eyes to the sky he retained his smile and a sense of serenity. Even though the streets were not busy, there were still occasional passersby entering the mall. "I… love children." he admitted; "they’re so cute when they’re small, and they’re always a bundle of energy when they’re young." he started, "I’ve seen lots of things in my job, families being just one of them." he explained, "every time I’ve found myself watching them quietly; seeing how happy they are… it makes me wonder if I can have that one day, too." he admitted, closing his eyes and sighing contently. "Yes… One day, I would definitely like a family."
The overflowing sincerity she felt from Ukyo in those precious moments as he answered her question filled her heart with a strange emotion. Her fingers had wrapped even tighter around his hand without any notice, and yet, all she wanted in that private time was to listen to him talk on forever about what he wanted in his future. ”You can have that.” The words had fallen from her lips before she even realized what it was she was saying to him, but there was no sense of lingering regret, so she was certain she had said the right thing.
Only a sweet and comfortable silence fell upon them as she quietly gazed at him – her eyes fixed on his face. The tranquil expression of contentment suited him, she decided, and after he spoke again, she obeyed her desire to reach out and softly brush his cheek. ”One day I’m sure you’ll have a family.” She spoke with confidence and certainty because she knew if she had any say, it would definitely come true. One day, they could have a family together if their futures remained intertwined in one another.
”Ukyo-san,” the next words she spoke were right against his ear – her breath ghosting over its sensitive skin. ”Do you…” There was a hesitant pause in which she was even holding her breath. ”Want to go in and get that memory card for your camera now?” She asked cheerfully. She had straightened her posture and returned his personal space to him as a wide smile brightened her features.
"Let's build a pillow fort together and eat marshmallows in it!" (Toma (as children?))
Fluff & Romance Starters
//Hell yea!//
”Hehe alright alright,we will build a fort and you will be the princess ne~? and I`ll be your knight!”
”Hai hai~,” he replied walking to the kitchen.Toma steals a glance at Alice,who was busy dragging a blanket to the fort.He could`t help but to chuckle. Toma`s mother notified him that the hot cocoa was ready. Immediately,the boy ran to bring the marshmallows for his princess.
Toma`s mom entered placing the plate on the table,calling little Alice to come and drink. “..here!” Toma kindly gave a bag full of marshmallows to Alice.
The moment she heard Toma and his mom returning to the room, Alice was alert and ready – dashing to the small table where the woman had placed their hot cocoa. ”Thank you!” she called to his mom as she left them alone. Large eyes alight with excitement, she happily took the marshmallows from Toma’s hand. ”Thank you, Onii-chan,” she smiled, plunging her hand into the bag.
A moment later, she brought out a fist full of marshmallows and began to sprinkle them into her drink – watching as the sugary sweets fell like snow into the steaming cup. ”Do you want some, too?” She held out the bag to him with one hand and grabbed her cocoa with the other.
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8.my muse is sick for 2 days
”A-ah..Alice..err..*cough* why did you came? *cough* I thought I told you it`s just a normal flu.You might catch it from me,and I dont want that..go home I`ll be fine.”
“Hah..*cough* you wont listen to me,are you?” he chuckles. (I swear I`m going to punch that jerk!) "M-me!? wait,why?..*sigh*..yeah yeah..my bad" (but to me you still look like a child..my cute little sister..)
Pondering about how times flies by,Alice voice cut his reminisces “Ah..yeah *cough* ..” he followed her to the kitchen,”you did`t have to bring anything..*cough* I`ll be fine just sleeping more *cough* ” his throat started to hurt him from talking and coughing.”…getting back to my bed..call me when you need something *cough*,” he wanted to help,but knowing her she will orders him to go back and sleep.
While Toma was good at caring for and worrying over people, he was terrible at letting others do the same for him. He was definitely unwell, and even his attempt to deny it was weak and unbelievable. ”I wanted to,” she told him softly. ”Let someone look after you for a change.” Though she spoke gently, the meaning behind her words was final; she would not take no for an answer.
Luckily, her big brother took a hint and relented – returning to his bed while coughs raked through his body. She’d also have to bring him some cough syrup with the soup she had made for him.
Once she had filled a bowl with enough soup and located that horrible-tasting cough syrup in his medicine cabinet, she began to move everything into his bedroom – including a small TV tray to place it all on. As he said, he was comfortably resting in his bed, but since she was on a mission to be quick, she swept in and out of the room without a word until everything had been successfully moved.
”Are you ready to eat?” she asked him, but really, she wasn’t going to accept no for an answer. ”This is the first time I’ve tried my mom’s recipe for homemade soup. I remember that you and Shin love it, so I wanted to make it for you.”
"Maybe finally I have a day free… No one around, it seems." UraUkyo smiled with a double intention.
”Excuse me,” the young woman’s voice was hesitant – her footsteps faltering. Her turquoise eyes had only glimpsed the familiar green tresses from a distance, and though she didn’t recall seeing anyone else with such a unique hair style and color, she was cautious of jumping to conclusions.
But no, as she had drawn closer, she could see clear as they that this was the same man who had visited the café, and she felt less foolish for calling out to him like that. ”I knew it was you,” Nemu confessed with an unsure upward curve of her lips; even if she couldn’t remember anything before August first, her memories of the days after still remained. ”It’s…Ukyo-san, right?” she asked, hoping that was the name she had remembered hearing her boss call him. ”It’s nice to see you again.” Absently, she fidgeted with the rose decoration on her purse; approaching someone was awkward and unnerving for her, but she couldn’t avoid it forever.
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8.my muse is sick for 2 days
”A-ah..Alice..err..*cough* why did you came? *cough* I thought I told you it`s just a normal flu.You might catch it from me,and I dont want that..go home I`ll be fine.”
”Shin’s right,” she mused, stubbornly closing the door behind her with one hand. In the other hand was a container of homemade soup she had brought for Toma after hearing he was unwell. ”You really are a foolish big brother.” A soft giggle passed through her lips while she expertly managed to get out of her shoes without dropping the soup. ”I’m a big girl now, Toma-oniichan; I know how to take care of myself and avoid getting sick.” As she spoke, she placed the soup on the table and wandered into the kitchen. ”Everything is in the same place, right?” The sound of cabinets and drawers being opened and closed could be heard from the other room.
"Let's build a pillow fort together and eat marshmallows in it!" (Toma (as children?))
Fluff & Romance Starters
//Hell yea!//
”Hehe alright alright,we will build a fort and you will be the princess ne~? and I`ll be your knight!”
”I know that Alice-chan heh” Toma help in bringing the pillows and stacking them on top of each other.
Toma looked at her smiling “Haha of course,wait here I go ask mother” he patted her head and walked passed her to the kitchen.
Her face broke out into a smile when Toma patted her head. ”Okay. Please don’t forget the marshmallows!” her tiny voice called after his retreating back before returning her attention to their project. To an outsider, it might have just looked like a mess of pillows flung in the middle of the room, but Alice and Toma knew better than that. And if Shin had been there, he would have known it, too.
As she waited for Toma to return, the petite girl tugged at a discarded blanket haphazardly tossed on his bed. It would be perfect to use as a ceiling for their fort, so she began to drape and tuck it around the stacks of pillows.
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"Gaah, nooo!"
A cry of anguish followed by a growl of frustration sounded from the illuminated kitchenette of a familiar, otherwise darkened apartment. Hovering in front of the glowing refrigerator with balled fists at his side, the petite spirit called Orion blanched at the goop of raw eggs splattered on the tile. He could feel his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach as he recalled his earlier intentions and the accident that resulted in what was now just another mess he had made to burden his new friend.
And it wasn’t the only mess. The thing that made tea was screaming at him and there was smoke curling suspiciously out of the toaster. His delicate nose could detect the smell of something burning on the stove…
What was in the pan again…? Why did it smell so foul?
Oh!
"Oh, no! Not that!” Orion sped toward the stove and peered inside the pan. Whatever wasn’t charred beyond all edible means was sizzling furiously and spitting hot oil all over the place. Acting quickly, the spirit grabbed the pan by the handle and shoved it toward the back area of the stove. It was no later than after switching off the heat that he was forced to twist and tumble out of the way in time to avoid a flaming piece of toast that had come flying out of the toaster toward him.
Mouth agape in disbelief, Orion watched it slap against the wall and knock the kitchen analog clock down with it. He stretched his arms out, his voice a silent yell as he dove forward to grab it before it could fall to the ground. The next moment found him hovering in the center of the food splattered room, his arms wrapped around the only thing he had successfully managed to preserve in his failed culinary endeavors.
It was a nightmare.
Mortified, Orion set the clock on the counter and placed his hands over his face. What had he done? This was the place where she lived and now it was ruined! His intentions had been honest (he just wanted to do something nice for her!) but really, he should have known better than to try to touch anything; to pick anything up…
The only sound to be heard was a muffled ticking of the clock and the thing which made the tea that continued to shriek at him mercilessly from somewhere in the background.
…Eventually, though, it all became silent.
And then, he was brought back to reality by the sound of her cell phone.
Wait…her cell phone?
Orion frantically whipped his head at every angle to take in his surroundings. So surprised was he, the spirit nearly lost his balance in his usual, levitated sitting position. It took him a few seconds to regain his composure.
“Ah…I get it.” He understood now. At some point he must have been—if one could call such a terrifying experience as that—daydreaming. It didn’t happen very often, but when his friend was sleeping or did not require his assistance, his mind would sometimes wander. Sometimes it would last for as little as a few seconds. Other times—like this—it would last for hours. Usually, they would be about things like making pastries or the humans he had become familiar with in various worlds. This…daydreaming was the closest thing to sleeping that Orion had experienced since becoming attached to a human conscious.
Dreams, as far as he knew, usually manifested when there was something constantly at the back of one’s mind. Considering this, it made sense for him to be fantasizing about little things like Meido no Hitsuji or the humans he frequently saw, but…
Why would he be dreaming about making breakfast for her? Perhaps it was because he still felt quite guilty for the situation he had placed her in. While it affected them both, she was the one who was suffering. He was a spirit, but for all the good it did him, he was hardly helpful to her when she needed it.
If only he could do something for her. If he could do something, just once…
Turning toward the balcony with a glum look, Orion cast a sidelong glance at the girl sleeping peacefully in her bed. The ringtone on her phone sounded once more, indicating she had received another new message. She would wake up soon, but as far as he knew, she had the day off. Maybe she would meet up with Sawa or the others. It probably wasn’t a good idea, though. Ukyo had been giving them warnings regarding dangerous areas all week…
"Ah…" Orion’s eyes lit up almost imperceptibly. "That’s it!" Gliding over to her bed, Orion called out to his friend. "Um…please wake up! Unless you want to sleep in…" he trailed off, unsure of how she planned to spend the first part of her morning. "Um…but, I think you have a new text message."
A soft sigh hampered by the weight of an ebbing slumber could be heard from the snuggly wrapped bundle of blankets occupying the bed. Tangled strands of chestnut brown hair was the only discernible feature until the young woman groggily rolled over and fixed an unfocused turquoise gaze upon the spirit boy hovering only a short distance away from her. ”Orion?” she murmured questioningly as she struggled to pull herself into wakefulness. For the first time since her amnesia, she had dreamed about something other than her lost memories…at least that’s what she thought.
”Where…N-no, how did we…” As she blinked the sleep out of her eyes, the familiar sights of her bedroom began to take shape around her, and the fog hindering her consciousness started to lift. ”The fireworks,” she suddenly said, absently reaching over and silencing the unceasing racket from her cell phone. She would check the message later. ”Orion,” she repeated his name again, but this time her tone was fond and direct. ”What happened last night?” she asked him, untangling the remainder of the blankets from around her legs.
As she climbed to her feet and strolled across her room to retrieve a brush – her hands already tugging and smoothing out knots – she recognized the implication her question might carry and quickly backtracked. ”I do remember last night,” she was fast to assure him. ”I just don’t remember much of what happened after that memory…”
Her fingers tightly curled around the brush’s handle as the visions from the night before played through her mind once again. They – she and Ukyo – had unmistakably been in a hospital; more specifically, Ukyo had been at her bedside and she…something had happened to her? The almost tangible pain in his voice was evidence of that, and the way it had shaken her heart left her more than just a little afraid to learn the truth behind that memory. But allowing herself to be held back by the constricting chains of fear was counterproductive to reclaiming her lost self, and no matter what lay beyond those memories, she had to face it with unwavering confidence and determination. For her sake, for Ukyo’s sake, and for Orion’s sake, too.
Orion.
Ever since that August first morning when he had appeared to her in her room, he had been the most constant and supportive presence in her life. She remembered the apologetic and regretful tone in his voice when he had taken responsibility for her memory loss, and even in those frightening moments of total confusion, she could only look on him and feel sorry that she had also somehow made trouble for him. But there was never any sense that either one of them blamed each other for what had happened; rather, they had become an unbeatable team – forming a strong bond in such a short time that could rival even long-term best friends.
Finally noticing the white-knuckled grip she had on her brush, she relaxed her hand and slowly ran it through her messy hair. For now, it would only be a quick-fix while she went about her morning routine.
”Sorry,” she apologized with a faint smile touching her lips, remembering she had trailed off and left Orion with an incomplete thought. ”How did we get home? I can only vaguely remember returning.” Her cheeks were dusted with the light pink hue of embarrassment as she made her confession. Often times when her memories resurfaced, she would experience an intense moment of vertigo – sometimes causing minor problems for her such as spills at work – but to nearly lose all sense of time and self was baffling. ”And…you’re okay, right?” she inquired with a hesitant edge to her voice. The last thing she ever wanted was for her precious friend to be negatively affected by the incident.
Send me "poof" and I'll randomly generate an M!A and time for my muse
M!A:
my muse has cat ears and a tail
my muse is the opposite of their personality
my muse is now a child
my muse must wear a maids dress
my muse is drunk
my muse must give kisses to anyone who comes in their inbox
my muse is in love with the first person in their inbox
my muse is sick
my muse has a bad stutter
my muse is now a tsundere
my muse is now a yandere
my muse is now the opposite of their gender
my muse must tell the truth no matter what
my muse is now a mermaid
my muse has amnesia
Time:
5 hours
24 hours
2 days
3 days
"Let's build a pillow fort together and eat marshmallows in it!" (Toma (as children?))
Fluff & Romance Starters
//Hell yea!//
”Hehe alright alright,we will build a fort and you will be the princess ne~? and I`ll be your knight!”
”Really? Yay! I like it when I get to be a princess and Toma-oniichan and Shin-tan be my knights.” Color filled the girl’s round cheeks as she cheered excitedly. Her tiny arms immediately wrapped a round a large fluffy pillow as she started to drag it to the middle of the room.
It was a rather chilly day; giant snowflakes fell outside the window – painting everything white. And though they were safely tucked inside Toma’s house, she was still a little cold. ”Can Toma’s mama make us hot cocoa, too?” she pleaded, rushing to the blond boy’s side and looking up at him expectantly.
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”Ah..you`re here,you have worried me for a second there,” a sigh of relief escaped the male`s lips.”Dont mind,” as he entered,”Hm? no,I walked with the same pace” he explained.
Toma followed her in to the room,”Haha how can I be jerk and get upset when such a beautiful lady makes me a special dinner hm? ooh smells nice after all! Sa! let`s eat before it gets cold,right?” he sat down smiling,”itadakimasu!”
His compliments made her blush, but it was just like Toma to always say nice things. He had been that way for as long as she could remember, so she knew better than to look too deep into his words.
”Yes, let’s,” she agreed, taking her seat after he was comfortable. She echoed with her own ”Itadakimasu,” before taking her first bite. ”Do you like it?” she asked curiosly. ”And don’t try to spare my feelings if you don’t, okay? I want to know if I need to improve.”
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”Whoa at the very second? I think that is way to hard for me” teasing the brunette before he smiles again,”Yes Ma`am! .”
The waiter nod to her and exit to reclaim his position near the stairs.Customers were flooding the area.Toma jumps from a table to another taking their orders as he notice Alice stealing glances.He could`t help but to get psyched up for both the job and the dinner.
He smiled to her and replied in the same tone,”Yes yes~.” Right,now that he got 2 more hours to work he needed to keep his mind in the game.Time passed and finally,it was 9 o`clock.A sigh of relief escaped his lips,then a voice echoed in his head ”Don’t forget to call me~,” h gulped and immediately took his phone and called Alice,”..Ah..Alice! I have finished my shift,I need 10 minutes to change and reaches your place..*sniff sniff* Mm I do smell something nice heh.Well then,see ya soon!” he hanged and head straight to the changing room,”Yosh..everything is in it`s place now I gooo~”
“Thanks for your hard work! See you guys tomorrow..ah haha no no it`s alright Kent.I`m sure you`ll do the same..e..h..right? a-ahem..Good bye!” Toma weaved for both Kent and Waka and head to Alice apartment.
*knock knock* “…Is she not there…hmm?” the blond knocked on her door several times.
He remembered.
Laying her cell phone down on a small side table, she turned to admire the effort she had put into readying her apartment for Toma’s visit. She hadn’t done anything particularly fancy – just tidied up a bit – but because Toma was the one coming over, she was more thorough than usual. It was all part of her plan to show him that she wasn’t just the little sister he treated her as, but an adult who was fully capable of caring for herself.
Even the dining table was organized to perfection; she had set out their places in advanced and even covered the table with a cute cloth to make things look prettier. The food she had prepared was still keeping warm on the stove, and on the way home from the café earlier, she had decided to stop by a bakery and purchase a cake for dessert. It was a good excuse to keep him over a little longer after all
Suddenly, a knock at her front door startled her out of her daydream-like state of mind, and not thinking much about it, she dashed to the kitchen and grabbed the food to put on the table. When the knocking continued though, she laughed at her own error and rushed to the door.
”Toma,” she greeted him happily. ”Sorry about that; please come in.” She held the door open for him, and while he removed his shoes, she closed and locked it. ”You got here really fast. You didn’t rush all the way here, did you?” She was smiling widely despite her desire to remain calm and composed. ”I hope you won’t be too disappointed with dinner tonight. It really isn’t anything fancy; I just made up some omelette rice and bought a cake at the nearby bakery.” As she spoke, she was making her way to the table.
