Hey so this is my very first fanfic and it took me a while to actually talk myself into submitting this. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this. In the near future Iwill be updating because I am planning to write several chapters. I know it starts off boring but please hang in there cause I promise it will get better. Oh and also this is an Ikki x Simca fanfiction story so if you do not agree with the pair up and feel like bashing someones story I would kindly ask of you to take it else where. Anyway I hope you enjoy it and I will update soon. Thanks for reading!
Looking up at the pale blue sky Simca's mind wandered, she thought of all of the mistakes in her life and found herself struggling to remember what her biggest mistake was. Leaving Kilik was pretty bad but something was worse. She continued to search through her memories feverishly seeking out what she could not recall. The continued strain on her mind caused her slight dizziness and before she knew it she was leaning a little to close to the railing. She tried to grab at the metal bars but failed miserably while tumbling over the edge of the cliff that the bars had separated her from just moments before. She turned trying to straighten herself out realizing at once that her AT's were in her bag at the edge of the cliff. Understanding that there was not much else that she could do she closed her eyes admitting defeat. She once again tried desperately to locate the origin of her sadness, the unknown force that made her wake up every morning sighing, wishing, but not sure what she was wishing for. Sadly the memory or thought was still out of reach. She turned her head measuring how long it would be before she fell to her untimely end.
It won't be too long now. She thought as she prepared herself for impact.
The feeling of falling was replaced instantly by the feeling of floating. Simca believing that she had already passed kept her eyes closed and let herself soar. Finally she opened her eyes to find herself indeed floating through the air. Although, something was not right; her back was pressed against something sturdy and with that realization she also noticed a familiar smell. She smelled the smell that she had memorized and loved just as much as the person it radiated from. She turned her head slightly and instantly a smile was plastered across her face. She never could hide her feelings well, at least not from him.
"Hey Simca just thought I'd let you know that you should probably make sure you have on your AT's before jumping off cliffs."
She looked at him the smile still visible on her face, but mixed with a hint of confusion and fear.
"I'm just saying you should be more careful… ok?"
He added a little too eagerly.
Simca said nothing; she was still trying to figure out whether she had died and this was one of those visions people often talked about or if this was actually happening. Noticing her uncertainty he searched for something to say to sooth her. After some time it struck him and he looked down at her into her eyes and said.
"Simca you are not dead."
The genius was not there but he had succeeded his personal quest. She turned her head back towards the swirling scenery before her and sighed. The answer still eluded her.
"Ikki do you ever feel like you are forgetting something, something important?"
She turned to face him while he pondered the question. The question was not all that difficult but if he was to give a proper answer he had to have a clue as to what she was referring to.
"What do you mean?"
He asked looking deeply into her eyes searching for a probable answer that could possibly be hidden within them.
"Never mind it's nothing. I guess almost dying messed with my head a little."
She lowered her head and glanced to the side.
"Yeah that's it."
Ikki wanting to know more but not daring to ask dropped it and continued on. After a few hours of searching he realized that he had been going in circles. He stopped on a nearby billboard to get his bearings. What he was searching for came to light as he looked down at the sleeping maiden in his arms. The sky had gone from blue to orange and the air had become crisper. Without realizing it Ikki was searching for where exactly Simca lived, realizing also around the same time, that he had no clue. Not wanting to wake her up but wanting to get her out of the chilling air the conclusion was simple.
In his apartment which was fairly large for a part timer he laid Simca on the couch in front of the nice and expensive looking television that he had gotten from Aeon. He looked back to make sure that she was comfortable then disappeared into the hallway. After a few long and grueling hours he came back to find her just as he left her. He wondered to himself just how much a girl could sleep and how she could be so trusting of a man. Shaking his head he slid those thoughts back inside of his mind and once again lifted Simca up into his arms where she nuzzled him and cooed slightly.
Back into the hall way he went, after dropping off a sleeping Simca into one of his guest rooms. He paused contemplating his next move then headed back for the guest room. He looked in on the still fast asleep girl sprawled out on his guest bed. Suddenly he began to feel over aware of her presence as if just realizing that she was indeed in his apartment. His mind raced with racy thoughts of the two of them under the same roof; which he immediately chased away. Instead one noise filled his ears and gave him a new focus. Energized and eager to get started he bounded down the hallway.
This was not something new to Simca. In fact this very thing had happened before. She would wake up and find herself in a new environment that she did not recognize. When this happened either she woke up at a man's house or some kind person picked her up off the streets and let her sleep in their homes. Either way this unfortunately was not a new development but the feeling she had was. The feeling of security and comfort filled her soul and renewed her along with the scent that covered every square inch of the room. It's his scent she thought, although there was no sign of him anywhere. Her clothes were still on which was a good sign that unfortunately was met with disappointment. While she reveled in the scent covered room another one intruded. Her head shot up and she sniffed the air then decided to get up and investigate what the heavenly odor was.
Clanging, crashing and banging were heard throughout the apartment and she began to near the cause of the racket. She paused as she looked through the doorway that oddly had no door and peered at amazement at the scene that was unfolding before her. A man whom she was sure she knew the identity of had his back to her. The sounds of the kitchen engulfed her with unfamiliarity. Sounds of sizzling pans, popping eggs, running water, and a refrigerator door opening and closing brought forth a newness which she thought and wanted to get used to.
Suddenly a timer sounded which startled Simca but she did not utter a sound instead she covered her mouth and grabbed her chest as if she could quiet her heart just by touching it. He reached for the timer and shut it off while muttering something to himself that she could not hear and started to pile pan upon pan onto plate after plate. Simca moved into the shadows realizing that the man was probably going to turn around soon, which he did. With a handful of plates he moved across the apartment to another room right next to the kitchen. Simca crept closer careful not to make any sound watching and paying close attention to where she stepped.
She watched as the man put the plates down onto a plain but yet somewhat elegant wood table in the center of the room. She backed up awkwardly when the man turned back around and headed back for the kitchen. She still couldn't see his face but she felt that it could not be who she wanted it to be because of the simple fact that who she wanted it to be could not cook, but she kept a close watch on him to be sure.
When all of the plates had been placed into the dinning area he returned once again into the kitchen cleaning up the mess that he had made, which was another clue Simca thought, that proved that it wasn't who she wanted it to be. When he finished he paused looked at the time and turned to face the hallway. Simca tried to back away when she realized what the man was about to do but instead she tripped over a shoe that had been left haphazardly in the middle of the floor. She landed with a thud which alerted the man to her presence.
He walked towards her and when he got close enough to where they both could identify each other he let out a sigh and a smile crept across his face. Simca on the other hand gasped as she realized that it was indeed who she wanted it to be.
"Simca what are you doing on the floor?"
He asked amidst a chuckle. He held his hand out for her to grab and he hoisted her up into the air. She wanted to thank him for the help, fuss at him for his shoe being in the middle of the floor, and ask when he learned to cook but all she could muster was a simple.
"Ikki?"
Ikki laughed which angered Simca slightly.
"What's so funny?"
She hissed at him with a little more venom added then she had expected.
"Nothing, nothing"
He said trying to choke out the laughter.
"Nothing at all, what I want to ask you though is what exactly are you doing on the floor."
A piece of Simca's hair drifted in front of her face and she pushed it back behind her ear.
"Well I wouldn't have ended up in your floor if you could learn pick up your shoes."
She said icily, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Ikki looked behind him where one of his work shoes lay. He rubbed the back of his head and turned to reach for it when the timer went off again. He quickly grabbed the shoe tossed it into a room closed the door and headed back into the kitchen to silence the alarm. He came back a few seconds later and stood in front of Simca rubbing the back of his head nervously.
"Well the waiting time has passed so do you want to eat now?"
He didn't look at her instead he looked toward the fancy television. Simca stepped forward and Ikki stepped back, still avoiding her gaze.
"What's wrong with you?"
She said playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
"Well… um… I have… um… I never cooked for anyone before… besides myself."
Simca stood silently and said nothing.
"So… uh… I'm not sure whether you would like it or not."
Finally understanding his point Simca walked ahead of him towards the dinning area. When she saw that he was not following her but instead staring at her with much confusion she added.
"Well what are you waiting for? I'm starving so let's eat."