BloodyCrystal: So, this was started by a list of 30 quotes from a variety of sources that I then used as prompts for drabbles. This is a work in progress, as I have not even finished half of these. It will be very slow going, and a lot of it is based on material that may or may not be contradicted. It is manga-based, and (hopefully) cannon through the first 18 volumes.
Disclaimer: I don't own X/1999 or Tokyo Babylon, nor do I own the characters and plot from either of those.
Summary: Sora/Arashi, after Sora is hospitalized; she wants very badly to stay, but Arashi has always been practical.
Notes: Warning for mentioned sex.
How Am I Supposed To Leave You
Arashi shifted, blinking awake. There was not even the slightest moment of confusion for the black-haired priestess; she knew instantly where she was and what she had done. She smiled down at her still sleeping lover of one night, gently caressing his hair with her right hand.
Startled by the sense of something missing, she brought her right hand up to her face. There was something wrong about her, something different, and Arashi couldn't quite place it. Nothing should have changed save her relationship with Sora…
Her virginity. Or rather, her lack thereof this morning. Priestesses were pure and chaste, virgin women who never knew the touch of a man, and she had most certainly known Sora the previous night. Her powers were gone, fled with the severing of her hymenal thread, and there was nothing she could do about that.
Except…except Sora kept blathering on and on about how he was going to protect her and die for her. And she couldn't protect herself anymore. His death was a certainty if she stayed in Tokyo, attempting to help the Dragons of Heaven. Her choice was clear, and simple. She would leave, now, before Sora woke up or one of the others came to visit. Hopefully they would be too busy to look for her, and Sora would live.
Arashi slipped out of the hospital bed and pulled her clothes back on. She had just tied the bow of her uniform when Sora shifted, muttering in his sleep. The Ise priestess froze, heart pounding, but the Mt. Koya monk merely shifted and fell deeper into sleep. The sight of his sleeping face touched something deep inside of her, called her back to his side where she would stay with him forever.
But Arashi was nothing if not practical, and she shook off the feeling. After all, she was leaving so he could live. Sliding the hospital door open, she took one last glance back, an attempt to memorize his features until she made it back to him—if she ever did.
She closed the door with a quiet click and fled, deeper into Tokyo, to a place where she could truly test how far gone her power was.