Silent Passion

AN: I LOVE Blue Seed though I have yet to see the rest of the series, I read the episode guides and what not. I will pretend that Blue Seed 2 never happened since I know nothing of it nor do I really care. The original is peachy in my opinion ^_^ PLEASE forgive any mistakes, I am not worthy! I have only seen the first 16 episodes TYVM! OKAY enough of my pathetic rambling…

Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue… k?

Momiji sighed softly and looked out across the sea of flowers from the maple tree she had always climbed from previous visits to her aunt's old farm, where she visited now. It had been 4 years since the Arigami entered their eternal sleep and though she was relieved to see them go, Momiji couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain at remembering Kusinagi's distance soon after. He didn't speak to her as much so she could only assume that her guardian had lost complete interest in her, despite their agreement to start over… Was that what he meant? Momiji wondered, her eyes swelling with tears, which were quickly suppressed. Although no one was there to see, she wouldn't allow the tears to escape. She would NOT be emotional! That part of her she would leave behind, she had to be content with other people feeling and thinking the way they did much rather than find some form of flaw in it.

Momiji leaned against the base of the maple tree and caught one of the falling, green leaves. She felt the life of the leaf between her thumb and index finger before releasing it to continue its journey to the ground. She frowned slightly as she realized something on the ground her, a patch of dead grass. Why had it died so suddenly? It was green not five minutes ago! Glad that there was SOMETHING to take her mind off Kusinagi, Momiji dropped to the ground to examine the dead grass, wondering if she had just over looked it. Momiji dismissed it quickly and once again climbed the tall tree, only to slip on a small area of bark and clamber to the ground indignantly.

"Baka," She cursed to herself just below a whisper. Why did she have to be such a klutz? No wonder Kusinagi didn't care for her! Little did she know that a dark figure watched from the nearby forest, believing the scene to be quite cute.

Kusinagi smiled and sighed softly. Little could make him more content than to just watch Momiji live a normal life from a distance. Why couldn't he be part of it? Then he remembered the mitamas scattered throughout his body and he mumbled, "Because I won't allow myself to ruin her life being the freak I am."

Kusinagi's cat-like eyes didn't leave Momiji for a moment. How he wished he had a candle to capture her beauty as she stood in front of a divine sunset. No, he thought, not even a camera could capture her true beauty. It wasn't until Momiji started back towards her aunt's house did Kusinagi move for the first time since Momiji had entered the field at noon.

Momiji opened the door and closed it softly behind her. Perhaps a little tea would help her sooth her nerves. As she dug through the cupboards she was flustered to realize that there was no more tea left. "Aunt Maya?" she called.

"Hai, Momiji?" a woman's weak voice replied.

"I'm going to the store, I'll be back soon," Momiji called back. "Jaa ne!"

"Be careful…"

"I will!" And with that Momiji was out the door heading for her car, which was a gift to her from Mr. Kunakida and her mother. She quickly opened it and hopped in, wanting to get the tea and get back to make sure her aunt's illness didn't get the best of her alone.

As Momiji started the car she couldn't help but worry about her aunt. Was this errand so important that she would risk coming home to find her aunt dead? It would be dishonorable to do such a thing to her father's sister! Quickly, Momiji turned off the car and stepped out. The tea could wait.

Once back inside she was relieved to find her aunt still watching the television, saying aloud the answer to the game when the contestant couldn't even come close to guessing. It took a moment for the woman to turn and look at Momiji, and she smiled. "Back so soon?"

"Hai."

"Where did you go?" Maya asked softly.

"I… went to my car," Momiji replied softly.

Maya nodded and hid a smile. "I see. Would you help me to bed?" she asked weakly.

Momiji nodded and helped her aunt to her feet, then aided her to her bedroom, which was only feet away. "Why don't I move the television in here tomorrow?" Momiji asked finally. "I can buy an attachment for the cable and grab you a VCR."

"That's a noble thought of you, Momiji," Maya replied as she walked through the door, "But, I have no need for a VCR and don't want you to waste your money on such when it will be used only briefly."

Those words sent a chill down Momiji's spine. It wasn't that she wasn't used to death; she had seen more than enough to be all right around it. Not to mention she had died momentarily only to be revived by her sister. Painful as death was, she knew that everyone's time came. Why was this bothering her? Her aunt stood a moment and finally spoke when Momiji didn't release her arm. "Thank you, Momiji, I think I can climb into bed on my own now. You get some rest, dear, you've had a long day."

It's true, it had been a long day. What with driving a hundred miles from Tokyo and moving what little she brought into her old bedroom to stay with her aunt, who was ill with cancer, until she died and Momiji could move back to Tokyo if she so desired. Momiji nodded and turned, "Goodnight, Aunt Maya," she said softly and headed out the door. "Sleep sweet."

"You too," Maya replied and crawled into bed.

Momiji turned off the television and headed towards the stairs. She loved this house! It was so big! Not to mention her aunt actually owned it. It was terribly expensive to do so; there were very few landowners in Japan, not to mention landowners with such a large house.

As Momiji made her way to her bedroom she couldn't help but feel a pit in her stomach. It was a familiar one, though Momiji erased the possibilities from her mind as she opened her door and stepped into her room. The Arigami couldn't possibly be back! Could they?

Momiji shook her head and pulled her shirt off slowly, ignoring the fact that she had left the curtains in her room wide open. They lived in the country so who cared if she was naked? She unclasped her bra and pulled a tank top on over her bare chest. When done with that, she pulled her skirt and bunny panties off. She opened her bag and dug through the contents, unaware that Kusinagi had a wonderful view of her bare rear as she did so. Much to Kusinagi's dismay, Momiji stood and pulled on a pair of teddy bear panties, much like the ones he had seen her in the day he tried to kill her. Momiji finished dressing by pulling on a pair of shorts and moved to the nearest mirror.

Kusinagi watched contentedly as Momiji began to pull the hair barrette and hair tie out of her chestnut hair before beginning to brush the silk lengths. He smiled, realizing how much he actually enjoyed her hairstyle and that it had yet to change other than its length, which now reached the back of her knees. How he wished he could just touch it once, to steal a sniff of it as he had when he'd rescue her. Finally, Momiji parted her hair and began braiding it neatly, unaware of her guardian's presence. Each weave of her hair made Kusinagi want to touch it more… to touch her, to feel her, to taste her sweet lips. He smacked himself and shook it off. Stop it! He scolded himself.

When done, Momiji turned and left the room. Kusinagi followed, jumping from tree to tree, not even bothering to use his mitamas to fly. He'd much rather jump, it was something much more human to do. Kusinagi stopped by the window and stared intently at Momiji as she washed her face.

Momiji splashed the warm water on her face and added a bit of soap. After a moment of massaging it into her pale skin, she rinsed it off and turned the water down to cold. She splashed her face once more with the cool water and dried her face softly. Picking up her toothbrush, she began to wonder about the grass. She blinked twice quickly and shook it from her mind. Why did it matter? As she began to brush her teeth she narrowed her eyes and looked towards the window, only to find nothing there. Was it her imagination? She wondered and spit before rinsing out her mouth and heading back to her bedroom.

Kusinagi sighed in relief that the light in the bathroom reflected off the window as much as it did, giving him a chance to move. He then found his way back to her bedroom window and sat in the tree. Was there ever a time there wasn't a tree by the window? Not that he was complaining, it was just ironic how more often than not there would be one. He felt himself smile as Momiji climbed into bed and turned off the light at her bedside; he could sneak in sooner and allow himself to be near her. He hadn't been able to be at arm's length with her unless she were asleep, and this time would be no different, but give him the satisfaction of being near her.

After waiting a good twenty minutes, Kusinagi's patience wore to nothing and he slowly tested to window to see if it would squeak upon opening. Fortunately it wasn't. Confident that his luck had yet to run out, Kusinagi quietly stepped in and crossed the room carefully.

Reaching the bed he smiled down at Momiji, allowing the emotions he'd never allow her to see to dance across his face. The warm, flower scented air flew in and danced with several strands of Momiji's chestnut hair across her face. Kusinagi reached forward and brushed them away, tucking them safely behind her ear.

Momiji felt a strong, but gentle hand brush across her face, but forced her eyes to remain closed. Whoever it was mattered nothing to her compared to her concerns of their intent. However, the stranger's breathing was familiar… and she instantly allowed her eyes to fly open and look up at… "Kusinagi?!"