Me? Arting? More likely than you think. Though this is few months old already, whoops. I have few finished things that I have yet to post so Ill be spamming art for a while
Summary: Rebecca reflects after Shiki risks his life to save her. Shicca drabble.
Song: Storm - Dahlia Sleeps
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Cold wasn’t something Rebecca associated with Shiki. At least not personality wise. Many times, he’d huddle close complaining the ship was too cold. She didn’t know if it was an excuse to be close or if it’s a genuine complaint. A bit of both seemed logical.
Drip. Drip.
Not even the healing warmth of the bath elicited a response. Black hair clung to his face, pudgy cheeks retaining a boyish charm to his transitioning appearance. Shiki is a boy becoming a man, the adventurer, the unlikely warrior. Sighing, Rebecca shifted the dead weight in her arms, allowing his ear to rest against her chest. If anything could wake him it would be the thumping of her heart. Shivers swept across her skin. Saturated clothes didn’t help the chill settling in her bones. A hollow laugh escaping her cracked lips Rebecca couldn’t help but feel the situation was bittersweet. She had met someone else other than Happy who believed in her.
Her.
Rebecca the street rat, the rejected, the fuck up.
It’s why she couldn’t stand people treating Shiki like trash. Laughing at his optimism, at his lust for adventure and life. An innocence she envied and the same longing she had wished for since her days on the streets. She never wanted to search through dustbins because of aching muscles and her stomach churning with hunger. The kind of desperation that eroded her spirit each day.
Rebecca knew nothing came for free. A survivor fought for every scrap. Life had never shown her anything different until Shiki.
Drip. Drip.
Blank eyes stared up at the stars, eyelids drooping. Shiki had pushed himself beyond his limits to save her. His ether gear glowing on black skin, it never receded after the battle. He seemed to be in a trance, not responding to anyone, including a snarky remark from Weisz.
Shiki protected her without question or thought. It bothered her because she wasn’t sure where his devotion came from. Could she trust him? It wasn’t guaranteed he’d stick around. How could someone so kind, optimistic and loving want to be her friend? Maybe he’d realise she was a fascination. Simply the first human he’d ever met.
No one had truly accepted her.
Deep down, Rebecca admittedly wanted him to stay in her life. The man who’d welcomed her dreams and aspirations without question, even encouraging a wish for more than stardom. Shiki believed she could stand in the centre of the Galaxy, with Mother herself.
Did she dare to believe in him?
“Afterall, you’re not here to be my friend now.” She whispered, wondering whether the stars would answer her prayers. Shiki wouldn’t be the second friend who died in her arms. She’d force him to wake up and make him play back to back FPS games so she could shoot his ass.
“Do humans…” Gasping, Rebecca snapped out of rumination and focused on the man resting against her. His gaze directed down her top as he spoke. “…usually mumble to themselves?”
Teeth grinding, she gripped his arm and unceremoniously flipped him into the water.
“Yes. When we mumble it’s about how you’re an I-D-I-O-T.” He wouldn’t be finding out today that despite his immaturity, she didn’t mind - as long as he stayed by her side. She didn’t want to lose another friend.
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I haven’t written anything for a while so I feel I’d do this to get into the swing of things. I heard this song and thought of Shicca, so why not write my first little fic for them. Sorry for any mistakes, I’ll look over it later. Too tired right now :D
Dedicated to @brokenangelwings83 because she always supports my fanfic writing attempts. She’s a star xxx
