January 29th, 2009

Yukari's Dorm Room

Evening

The lights were dim, the room nearly dark, but, despite that, his eyes ceased to not shine.

Above her the silver eyes were, adjacent to hers on the horizon line. Both his hands on the bed beside her, he loomed over her, but she did not fear. She blossomed.

No fabric separated them from one another. The only feeling she felt was his soft skin touching hers. The bed groaned over their constantly shifting weight. She held on tight to him, fearing that if she let go anytime soon, he'd fly away from her.

"Makoto…" She breathed into his shoulder. As usual, no vocal response rose from him, but his eyes spoke for him. They glimmered as he felt her skin touching his, the blobs of body mass touching his chest every time he went down.

As he ventured deeper into her realm, she let out an obscene chorus. She slid her hands down from him bare neck down to his firm arms and clenched. His muscles flexed every time he moved his weight around, her fingers subconsciously massaging them. Heavy breathing mischievously caressed one another's skin, the warmth making their body temp rise more. His presence and actions spoke louder than any diction he's ever let escape his lips. The lips that were brushing her neck, occasionally pecking it.

This was it. If they failed 48 hours from now, this was it. The last time they would be like this. As if they were fusing into each other. Together as one.

"Yukari…"

The monotone voice caused her eyes to open wider and lock gaze with the silver lining of his. They stayed in that gaze from what seemed to her like a lifetime. She thought he was becoming more himself to her. She could feel him starting to become…

A loud screech escaped her mouth. She covered her lips with her whole hand and mumbled the rest of her vocal reaction. While she was completely overwhelmed with her sudden physical feelings, he stopped moving and sat up, keeping his gaze. A deep sigh escaped her lips and so did a giggle.

"Well…" Yukari spoke in a hushed whisper. She teased her hand over his before placing it on top. "I'm happy about how this turned out…" She turned her gaze away from a moment, shy, and turned it back to him. His expression was nothing far from his normal, exhausted face besides the blush that colored his fair face. Something like magic to her, it was.

"I… I'm glad we spent this one last time together…" She continued, a bit softer. "Thank you…" She rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand. Her smile shore as bright as his eyes.

He sat there, staring at her for a moment. She could have sworn from the moment before he leaned his head to when his lips tenderly pecked her forehead that a miniature smile formed on his face. But she was for sure it took most of its form on hers.

Now, the future of the world was ahead of them and their teammates…

March 5th, 2009

Makoto's Dorm Room

Evening

"Sleeping like a baby…"

Surrounding Makoto's bed was all his dorm friends. And in Makoto's bed was him himself in a deep sleep. His chest slowly rose and fell, the sound of his soft breathing faint in the room's atmosphere.

"That's not true," Aigis spoke, the closest friend to his bed. "Infants hardly ever sleep. They're always crying. Makoto is not," she stroke her metal hand over his forehead to brush away his blue locks.

"Whatever, Ai-chan," Junpei sighed, hands shoved in his coat pockets. "We understood what Ken meant…" But instead of slouching away from the conversation, a small smile formed and a chuckle managed to escape his thin lips.

Yukari sneekly brushed her hand across Makoto's. As expected, he didn't react to such a light touch. Though that didn't stop her from blushing the slightest. His sleeping face was a common sight for her, but she couldn't help but let it get to her. Just like the first time she saw it.

"Sleeping like this after we all reunited," Akihiko spoke, his voice smiling. "That's our leader alright…" He chuckled too, his emotions changing his face.

Everyone awkwardly stood there, gazing at the sight of their miracle-worker. Not one person in the room could have guessed they'd live to this day, let alone the most stoic person there being the one who protected it for them.

"I think it would best to leave him to do so," Mitsuru lowly added, not too close, but not too far from his bed. "After all, he deserves a peaceful one. I, for one, wouldn't want to be the one to disturb it,"

"I agree, Miss Kirijo," Ken spoke with content. "In fact, I'm pretty sleepy too," As if on cue, he gave a small yawn.

"Yeah, I'm more tired than hungry," Fuuka joined in, softly but audible enough. "I'd be alright skipping dinner," she stood up from her knees, keeping her gaze on the sleeping boy.

"Then that's settled," Akihiko summed up, walking towards the door. "I should rest and relax before departing in a few days," and he left.

Everyone did the same, leaving one by one, saying their own "goodnight"s to the remaining friends. And as the number whittled down, the last person there was Yukari. She sat there on her knees, her head and arms rested on the edge of his bed. Her eyes stayed locked on his body, just staring.

Seeing the boy sleeping dragged her down into dreamland, her eyelids slowly dropping to a close, her body relaxing into a state of peace. His nearby presence luld her to sleep, till she was out.

March 6th, 2010

Dorm

Evening

"Has Mr. Yuki came down at all today?"

Yukari looked up from her magazine of various trends and gossips, all just like the good old days. Giving a moment to respond, she shook her head. "Not that I know of…"

Ken turned his gaze to the dog on the floor, looking right back at him. "How about you go check on him, Koromaru?" The dog gave a short woof and made his way upstairs, passing by Mitsuru and Akihiko on their way down.

"Has anybody eaten dinner yet?" Mitsuru questioned the group, taking a glance over the present people.

Akihiko pointed his thumb to himself, his other hand on his hip. "I got a healthy, protein filled meal to fix!" He announced with proud grin. "It'll keep us strong and healthy while we wait for Yuki to wake up!"

"Yes please, Mr. Sanada!" Ken joyfully chimed in, perking up in his seat.

"Sound good to me!" Junpei jumped in, raising his hand to be noticed while leaning back in his chair.

"Me as well!" Fuka added, giving a small laugh as well. She turned to Yukari and asked: "What about you, Yukari?"

She sat still for a moment, then shrugged turning away. "I'll pass," she replied with a small smile. "I'm not feeling the best right now… Sorry Akihiko…" She could feel a bit of disturbance somewhere in her body.

"Suit yourself, Yuka-tan!" Junpei chirped, the turned back to his own magazine.

"Oh! May I help Akihiko?" Fuka raise a question, slightly raising her hand.

"Sure!"

Everything buzzed around her, everyone talking and doing things. She couldn't quite pay attention to any certain thing not participate either. All she felt like doing was sitting there, relaxing, and waiting…

"Arf arf! Arf arf! Arf arf arf!"

Claws came scraping down the stairs, dashing down in a constant sound. And everyone froze.

Ken shot up from the couch. "What's wrong, Koromaru?" He asked the dog. But all the dog did was bark and bark.

Fuka gasped. "Didn't he go to check on Makoto?!"

"What's happened?!" Junpei jumped up too, also in a frenzy to know. All Koromaru did was jump back up the stairs, barking all the way.

"Let's follow him!" Mitsuru declared, commanding everyone to hurry in a big hand motion.

Koromaru led them to Makoto's opened door, the lights off. As everyone rushed in, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until Koromaru nudged the boy's hand hanging from the edge of the bed. He then took his paws and pawed the edge of the bed, whimpering and his ears down.

Mitsuru was the first to rush forward to investigate. She put her hand to his forehead. Upon immediate touch, her expression change.

"This is…" She touched his chest. "...inconceivable!" She touched his wrist.

"W-What's the matter, Mitsuru?!" Fuka begged for an answer.

Mitsuru continued to check everything. His neck, his eyes, his forehead again… Everything started to spin around Yukari. She teetered around the room, everyone's attention still on Makoto. She grabbed onto the side of his desk, clenching her stomach.

"No… No way…"

"Mitsuru?!"

The woman backed away from the bed, stumbling backwards.

"He's… He's dead…!"

Everything went black.