So as my little introduction I would like to inform everyone that:
A) This is a strange pairing I get it.
B) Does it make sense? To me yes, maybe because I am crazy.
C) Is there order to this madness? NO! I couldn't keep anything organized and a lot of what I am writing are like one time things. Maybe I'll write a full story another time :3
Will I hope everyone likes this? Yes!
Now the reason I chose Fujiko and Kyousuke, is the character dynamic is great but clearly Kyousuke doesn't see Fujiko at all like a sister. He always says "Fujiko-san" I rarely even see him say "sis" or "sister" in the manga. Anyways here come short stories and randomness of anything I can imagine or hope to imagine!
p.s. Characters are owned by Takashi Shiina-sama. If I owned them it would end badly for everyone.
'He's starting to look old,' Fujiko thought to herself. Although his physical appearance hadn't changed she could tell the stress was beginning to get to Kyousuke. Fujiko sighed and gently laid a hand on his head. Her hand glowed light blue, she couldn't read him through psychometry, and Sakai had helped him recover from the few wounds he had received.
She gently brushed his silver-white bangs away from the scar on his forehead. It was a sign of his determination, to end all normal. She traced over the scar, feather light, almost afraid to disturb him. Afraid of waking the demon disguised as an angel. "Sis..." his brow wrinkled in his sleep and her hand flew away from his face.
The room appeared to brighten and a strange sensation tugged at her mind. She tried to resist, trying to pull her mind away from the sensation. She almost succeeded until she felt a hand grasp hers. It shocked her enough that she was engulfed by power, falling right into the arms of someone. She pushed back and looked up at the sad smile of Kyousuke. She pushed away from him, her own power holding her aloft in the vast expanse sky that surrounded them. Her eyes widened, his hair was once again a youthful shade of black. The wind gently parted his hair revealing a forehead unblemished by scar tissue. It also brought her hair into focus, brown instead of grey-silver.
"Hey Fujiko," her eyes darted up to his face. "Would things have been better if we hadn't joined the Special Esper Unit? If we hadn't participated in the War?" his face was dark, fists clenched at his sides, "Would they have all died?" His shoulders trembled, either from deep pain and sorrow, or uncontrollable rage.
She bit her lip, reaching out to touch him, to help mend the wounds the bled his heart dry. She closed the short distance between them, floating towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She rested her head against his collarbone, "Would we have met everyone? If we never joined them we would have never met Kaoru, Shiho or Aoi. We would have never met Ihachi or Igou. Or any of our comrades we trained and fought beside." She still felt his body tense and unyielding underneath her, resisting her. "Come on, we're siblings right? I'll always be here when you're lonely. Even if you just want to fight," She smiled up at him.
His hands on her shoulders jolted her slightly, and he used that to push her back to arms-length. "We aren't siblings. Although I tried, I can't see you as my older sister," she blinked at him, disappointment scrawled across his features. A faint blush rested high on his cheeks, through the dream he had dragged her into she could feel shame emanating off him in waves.
She was confused as to why he would feel ashamed. It hit her, her own face turning a deep crimson. All those times she forced him to bathe with her. Her head dropped, trying to hide her own shame behind her bangs, "I'm sorry… I may have forced you to do things you didn't want." She was glad they had joined the army, if he had said that to her, she would never have been able to get married. Ever. She wasn't married now, so it wouldn't have made a huge difference. The thought alone was awful enough.
She was pulled forward, Kyousuke's left arm wrapped around her back and his right hand tilted her face towards his. Her face was still scarlet as she looked up into his blue eyes with her magenta ones. He gently kissed her forehead, "I would have married you, had that happened. Who else can put up with your antics?" His laugh rumbled through his chest as her face turned such a deep red she was sure blood was going to start leaking from her pores. He tugged on her chin ever so slightly and brought their lips together in a chaste kiss. Her eyes went wide and one of her hands touched her lips in shock. "Or put up with your undignified sleeping positions," he laughed again releasing her.
She started to get angry with his words when the brightness of the sky began to dim. A gust of wind swept between the two, she shut her eyes and used her hands to shield her face from her own hair. When she opened her eyes, Kyousuke's hair was silver-white again, settling across his scarred forehead. She brushed her own hair, back to the current shade of grey-silver, out of her eyes. "I'll continue to be fine Fujiko. Just try and catch up," his arrogant smirk was the last thing she saw before finding herself in reality.
"You really are such a brat," Fujiko huffed and walked out of the room.
"Drop the big sister act, Fujiko. We parted ways long ago," Kyousuke was staring at the bed he was propped up in. His hand partially clenched at his sides, "I have nothing left to say to you," he didn't look up at her.
Even though she was trying to help him, even though she was trying to figure out why Comerica went to such lengths, he was still being such a brat. "I have an idea then," she briskly walked out of the room. Sakaki had informed her when he woke, and she sent a message to Minamoto to bring Kyousuke a new uniform. Things between them would always be this way it seemed.
She and Dr. Sakaki monitored Kyousuke until Hinomiya showed up. Sakaki didn't want Kyousuke up and about but she doubted the brat would listen to the doctor. As the conversation continued between the two she realized why Kyousuke shared that dream with her. Her eyes went wide, "No way… That man? It can't be…" She had already started for the door when she heard Kyousuke collapse from the viewing monitor. "Kyousuke!" she dropped down beside him, checking his pulse and heartbeat.
Although everyone had helped him to recover, he would leave again. She was tired of fighting with him. Learning that their former commander was still alive was devastating. To realize he was still after Kyousuke hurt her deeply. Kyousuke had done some unforgivable things, but this was something she never want to see happen. If only they could have given up their pasts, if he could stay, perhaps the future could be overturned. The alarm in the villa went off, and she could feel everyone leaving to begin searching for Kyousuke, "As expected." Her eyes began to water, "That idiot." She fiddled with her hair pin as tears rolled down her face. "I'll surpass you Hyoubu Kyousuke. Maybe then, the ghosts of the past can finally be laid to rest."