Life is Perfect Chapter 4: Parallel Kisses, a mai hime fanfic

A/N: Dearest reader. The following are to blame for the creation of this story:

1= Two wasted hours of sitting in a jam packed jeep with my arse barely touching the leather cushions.

2= GXXL. Who bombarded my pathetic little mind with quantum theories as we rode through hell's highway. Curse you geek-squadron!

3= MOTHER. For not buying any coffee. Still stuck with Sarsi (Filipino rootbeer). Yes, all work and no coffee makes me a dull girl. All work and no coffee makes me a dull girl. All work and no coffee makes me a dull girl.

One word to describe the state of my mind – SsssOOooUUuuuPpppppp….

I am extremely dissatisfied with myself. AND WITH THE COFFEE-LESS MUG IN FRONT OF ME!!! And I am dissatisfied with this story. So forgive me, Kieli, for being crappy.

No, no. Nothing deep about this one! (At least in my opinion).Nevertheless, enjoy genetic combination of Mrs.*insert mom's name here* and Mr. *insert Dad's name here*.

PARALLEL KISSES.

The hallway turned white as the chemistry majors marched forth like a battalion of soldiers dressed in lab gowns and armed with charts and calculators. Natsuki yawned as she tucked her hands inside her lab gown's pockets. She forgot to bring her goggles again. 'Damn…another minus. So much for getting flat 1.'

The heels of their shoes clicked against the red marble floors as they passed room after room and climbed stair after stair. Natsuki stopped near the entrance of a particular classroom with aged cream colored walls, garnished with a hundred vandalisms about nasty professors and many 'I love you Fujino sensei's written in black and red pentel pen ink.

Shizuru stood on the wooden platform while the students stared dreamily at her from their seats. Natsuki walked a few good meters near the classroom's open door and waved at the beautiful professor.

"Theories of government often start from the premise that conflict among men arises from essentially nonpolitical causes – economical, psychological, ideological – and then go on to show how the government is a response to this state of conflict…"

"Ara…" She looked at the door with a sweet smile on her face.

'Fujino-sensei?' The students turned their attention towards the back of the classroom, beyond the door and towards the empty halls where the parade of white gowns and goggles continued to march towards the laboratory. 'Who was sensei smiling at?' 'I don't know…there's no one there' 'I think she smiled at me…' 'Are you freaking blind? Baka! She was smiling at me!'

"Ara! are you all done? Can I go on with the lecture now?"

"Hai sensei." They replied and blushed in chorus.

"Very well, Social Contract theorists such as Locke, Rosseau and Hobbes insisted the government is an agreement. Perhaps what sets all three social contracts apart is the sovereignty that each author places on the government. Hobbes, a supporter of monarchy, argued in "The Leviathan" that the government's sovereignty is absolute…"

She went on with the lecture, suddenly feeling a surge of energy running through her veins.

It was a sunny afternoon and the empty glasswares illuminated the laboratory with a hundred suns, shimmering around the students like fairies trapped in bottles. They were stored in huge brown cabinets like toys. Natsuki looked around the laboratory, avoiding the fiery gazes of the glasswares.

The chemicals bubbled inside the test tubes like witch's brew. The matrix of glasswares in front reminded her of roller coaster rides – swirling, twirling, connected to one another in an endless ride of loops and hoops. The multi colored liquid stored in the Erlenmeyer flasks that stood proudly on the left side of the room looked like molten candy. She began to develop a craving for candy coated chocolate. 'Nips…or even mnm's would do…'

"No! No experiments today so keep your lab manuals closed." The old professor announced as he entered the room. 'Flat 1 you're still mine.' Natsuki smiled to herself. The lanky old man reached for the piece of white chalk on the teacher's table.

"Just plain good old lectures. I hope you brought your notebooks with you? Settle down class! Everyone settle down!" He tucked his left hand inside his dark blue pants' pocket and began to write on the shabby black board.

MANY WORLDS THEORY

"The Many Worlds Theory was proposed by Hugh Everett III in the year 1957. It states that for each possible outcome to an action, the world splits into a copy of itself. This is an instantaneous process called decohesion. The universe splits in two so that each action is taken."

Many of the students began to write notes on their notebooks. Natsuki glared at the professor in annoyance 'Slow down you old geezer…can't you see people are tying to write notes?' Above her, in the plane of nothingness where clouds did not sail, in the horizon that sun nor moonlight did not breach, negatively charged specks of blue dust danced around.

"One vital aspect of the Many-Worlds theory is that when the universe splits, the person is unaware of himself in the other version of the universe. This is the same case with quantum suicide.

"When the man pulls the trigger and the universe is split in two, however, the version of the man who lived will be unaware that in the other version of the split universe, he has died. Instead he will continue to live and will again have the chance to pull the trigger."

She crossed her legs and leaned against the smooth white table. She gazed at the set of test tubes to her right: concentrated rainbows sealed in glass.

"And each time he does pull the trigger, the universe will again split, with the version of the man who lives continuing on, and being unaware of all of his deaths in parallel universes. In this sense, he will be able to exist indefinitely. The outcome of the action is determined by the spin of the electron – counterclockwise or clockwise. "

She removed her eyes from the sparkling sight of bubbling chemicals and stared out of the window, towards the antique classroom where Shizuru began to write the word: "NOBLE SAVAGE" on the blackboard.

"This is called quantum immortality. So think about it this way, right now you're sitting in this classroom but at the same time you just walked out and met your high school sweetheart outside the campus." The old professor said as he massaged his bald head.

The blue dust surrounded her and she glowed bluishly like an alien descending from her UFO.

She suddenly stood up from her seat. The tiny orbs began to dance faster and faster, creating a halo of light on her head. The blue spheres clung to her body like chalk dust on the professor's black coat. They danced around – each little glowing spot turning around and around like microscopic planets rotating and revolving around her as she glowed brighter and brighter!

The shining marbles flew up in the air as they exploded; engulfing the lab in a flash of blinding azure light. It stretched and stretched and glowed and glowed until it broke through the earth's atmosphere and spread through the vastness of the universe; turning suns and stars into shiny blue Christmas balls and planets into mere specks of glitters.

Mirror Image. egamI rorriM.

Counter-clockwise.

The lights died down. The planets turned back into planets – bubble gums floating in space. The university was no longer a flashing blue cabaret – its aged white walls still the same cracked solid survivors of centuries of war. And the lab was still the lab – no longer an enormous Erlenmeyer flask filled with bubbling blue liquid.

She was still standing.

"Kuga-san?" the professor asked in a surprised tone.

"I'm going out." She flicked her hair with her right hand and took of her lab gown.

"SIT DOWN!" The professor roared. The other students stared at the old man like scared dogs. She turned around and threw the lab gown at the professor.

"I'LL FAIL YOU!" He growled in a lion's voice as veins popped from his head.

"Screw you! I can pass this class without attending any of your boring lectures." She replied with a mocking smile. He threw the piece of chalk at her in god-like speed! It ripped through the air and turned into a white torpedo.

Natsuki jumped up and evaded the torpedo. FWOOM! It crashed against the wall and killed ten students. 'Shit let's get out of here!' 'Every man for himself!' 'Someone call the cops!' And there arose a great clamor for calculators, notebooks, and pens. Many jumped out of the windows while others frantically ran towards the exit.

"MATERIALIZE!" And there in her hands where two shiny silver cannons. "Load! Silver Cartridge!" Ka-shink! Ka-shink! Gears rolling, metals pushed and pulled – "Fire!!!"

BANG! BANG! Two flashes of silver, a gurgled scream. And professor Tamabin was reduced to icy smithereens.

She stretched her arms and the silver canons folded themselves into small pistols. She snapped her fingers and the pistols turned into water vapor. She walked out of the frozen classroom and ran in the speed of light towards the other side of the hall where Shizuru waited for her with welcoming open arms. The electrons danced above them like mating fireflies.

egamI rorriM. Mirror Image.

Clockwise.

She was still standing.

"Kuga-san?" the professor asked in a surprised tone.

"I-…" She sat down. Shizuru could wait. After all, they live under the same roof.

"Speak up child."

"Nothing." She replied. The blue orbs spun around her, leaving trails of blue glowing thread as they waltzed around her black hair.

4:00.

Few students populated the library during this time of the day (Populated – she wasn't in class and yet she was still being political.) According to Shizuru, the library was a depository of knowledge. According to Matalim, the library was the best place to sleep in. Nonetheless, they decided to spend the next thirty minutes of their free time there.

They gazed at each other (even though they had grabbed different books from the shelves) and snickered pointlessly at the serious expression on each other's face.

"Shizuru are you really from Kyoto?" Matalim slumped on her chair and gazed at the ceiling cracks above her. Road maps…landscapes..high ways etched on cement.

"Hai, Matalim-han. Why?"

"Coz shit…you're so fucking alien."

"You aren't so human yourself, Matalim."

"Hahahaha! Then we're both alien. I came out of Spielberg's movies. Oh—wee-ooohhh" She started to hum the Twilight Zone theme.

"I was actually thinking of Planet mars." Shizuru butted in as she drew circles on the air.

"And I suppose you're from Venus?"

"Hai….hai I am from Venus." Shizuru said, before asking a moment after: What's your next class?"

"Ugh…SOCSCI 2. The kids there are so slow there. Jesus..."

"Well Matalim-han, if everyone were as fast as you, then you wouldn't be unique."

"Thanks…imperfections, lapses…they all complete us. But shit, I need a can of root beer to complete myself right now." She said generously.

"Such an unhealthy habit…" Shizuru shook her head in disdain.

"Shut up. Too much tea makes the liver and the linings of the intestine thin." Matalim scowled.

"Ara! I don't drink excessively."

"Yeah. And I don't drink root beer at all."

"Don't drink root beer Matalim-han. It makes your breath stink."

"It does?" Matalim asked with a worried smile on her face.

"It will if you drink one more can."

"How about half of the can?" Shizuru glared at her and Matalim laughed softly at the fake anger on Shizuru's face. "Alright…alright…sheesh…bummer."

Shizuru opened the book she borrowed earlier. She stared at the red cover where the title of the book, De Civitate Dei, was written in golden ink. 'Never judge a book by its cover. And yet I cannot help noticing that beautiful book covers have the power to catch any passerby's attention…Ara…how do they expect kid's to appreciate political theory with this kind of approach?...' her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed that Matalim was singing.

"And now the end is near. And so I face the final curtain."

"My Way." She placed the book down on the table. 'She has a nice voice. Alto? Hai...alto...'

"One of the best songs in zeh world. I think it suited Hitler."

"I think it suits all of us. We live our lives just as we like to – or need to. Each life is unique."

"No. Most people live lives as they are dictated to. They don't do things their way – society tells them to wear this and act like this." Matalim narrowed her eagle eyes in considering it.

"I'm always wrong to you, neh?" She asked with a pout.

"You're never wrong. It's just that our opinions are different from one another."

"Hmmm…because in an infinite universe with infinite possibilities, nothing is impossible." She declared in a confident voice.

"Yes. And knowledge is tentative. Centuries from now there might be just seven planets. Who knows? Aha! See, now we agree on something."

…

High, high above, in a plane that mortal vision did not breach, electrons began to dance around them like ballerinas in blue tutus – spinning tirelessly as they zoomed through the abyss of perfection where nothing is made nor destroyed.

…

"Is there something else that you'd like to do?"

"Ara? no…I just want to wait for my next class here with you. How about you?"

"I always want to do something else. Past time with good company! I love and thus shall love until I die!"

The librarian rang her bell as she gave Matalim an irritated look. Matalim simply waved at the Librarian.

"What do you want to do?" Shizuru asked with an arched brow.

"Well, instead of talking…we could try killing each other right now and see for ourselves if there really is life after death."

"Let's just talk. You're a good conversationalist."

"Really?" Matalim cleared her throat and then continued: "Alam mo ba na dati may pinatay akong lalake noong bata pa ko. Naabutan ko kasi siya sa loob ng C.R ng mga babae, nagjajakol. Nagulat ako, akala ko may ginagahasa siya."

"Matalim-han?" Shizuru asked, completely puzzled. But Matalim continued with her speech.

"Kaya kumuha ako ng patalim – yung sirang hanger na nakakalat lang sa maruming sahig ng palikuran. Tapos ginilitan ko siya ng leeg. Masaya manggilit ng leeg na tao, alam mo ba iyon Shizuru? Para ka lang gumugupit ng medyo makunat na chicharon."

The tiny blue ballerinas entered the stage – the library; leaving trails of glowing cerulean lace as they skipped towards the two actresses.

Matalim inhaled audibly, completely unaware of the blue ballerinas that jumped into her nostrils. Shizuru took this opportunity to check her violet t-shirt for wrinkles.

"How's that for a conversation?" Matalim asked with a grin.

"I didn't understand a word."

"Hahahahaha! The expression on your face! Priceless!"

The room was flooded by blue light.

"You're right, Matalim-han. Why don't we just kill ourselves for science's sake?"

"Mhmm…" She nodded in reply.

And then an infinity of blue dancers swiveled around the earth. They spun and spun around in their heels until the aria of eternity ended! The blue curtains fell and hid the library.

An applause. esualppa nA

The curtains were drawn from left to right.

"Yes. I'm the war god's daughter, remember? I am Matalim Pulalon! I have no heart."

"Are you?" They gazed at each other and snickered pointlessly at the serious expression on each other's face. A warm gust of wind blew across the room. It was the signal. They both rose from their seats. Shizuru hopped away – distance was important in every battle.

"Raaahhh!" Matalim grabbed her chair and broke it into unrecognizable pieces of wood.

Shizuru scanned the room for a weapon. She saw a long sharp metal to stick to her left. She ran towards it and took it in her hand. She posed in her typical Naginata-jitsu fighting stance. "Ara…choose your weapon Matalim Pulalon." She smiled devilishly.

"I don't need any. I'm going to take you down with my bare fists Ms. Perfect."

"No regrets then!" Shizuru charged at Matalim.

"REGRETS ARE FOR LOSERS!!!" Matalim side-stepped just in time to avoid Shizuru's attack. But Shizuru swung the metal rod on her shoulders and WHACK! "Oof!" Matalim fell on knees, clutching her head as she grimaced in pain.

"Ara! I thought you're the war god's dau-" But Matalim spun around in her wooden sandals and before she could even shout, Shizuru was swept over her heels.

BLAG! Matalim threw her against the wall. 'Ara…such strength…' She tasted copper in her mouth and spat out cold red blood. The tall dark brown bookshelves shook.

Matalim was panting and charging at her like a bull. She ignored the pain, stood up and swung the metal stick across her shoulders. Matalim was merely an inch away from her, ready to land a colossal punch on her face. Eagle eyes. Crimson eyes. SLASH! WHAPPACK!

It flew up in the air. Blood. Flesh. Blood Flesh. Metal. Fist. Face. Heart.

'Someone call an ambulance!!!" The bell rang as it bounced on the floor. The librarian and the other spectators dashed away from the scene, yelling like children at play.

"Ara…" She fell on her knees as she spat out glob after glob of pinkish chipped flesh and sweet red blood.

Matalim lay still on the floor; staring at the road maps, landscapes, and highways etched in the cement. Eagle eyes stared lifelessly at the ceiling while Shizuru continued to vomit blood as she leaned on the bleeding metal rod for support.

esualppa nA. An Applause

The curtains were drawn right to left.

"Yes. I'm the war god's daughter, remember? I am Matalim Pulalon! I have no heart."

"Are you?" She asked sarcastically.

"No. I'm buying myself some root beer. You can't stop me." Matalim stood up from her seat.

"Yes I can." Shizuru remarked as Matalim began to walk away.

"Sit down you silly, silly girl." Matalim stopped in her tracks and turned her head towards Shizuru.

"If this were a parallel universe, I would have. Give me ten minutes." Matalim walked wolfishly towards the exit; fixing her mauve sarong as she went. She stopped before the glaring librarian and gave the middle-aged woman the dirty finger 'Go screw yourself.' An extra hand waved goodbye at Shizuru and Matalim floated away from the library in search of the earthly refreshment called rootbeer.

"Parallel..." Shizuru whispered into the air while little blue ballerinas spun around her. She patted the dust off of her white toga while the third eye on her forehead blinked.

The stars twinkled up in the heavens as the blue dust descended into the heavens like candy sprinkles falling from the sky. Another day was over, another day was spent. But the blue dust remained awake and alive! Diligently dancing to the aria of the universe as they descended gracefully from the dark firmament.

"So the suicidal man would just click the gun over and over again until the action and the doer is immortalized in another parallel universe." Natsuki explained as she dressed herself in her blue pajamas.

"Ara…that's…well it's just like an episode from twilight zone." Shizuru was resting on the bed. She wore a white semi-transparent night gown and has just finished reading "The Punishment Response".

"Creeps the hell out of me." Natsuki said as she buttoned her top.

"And I thought nothing scares you."

"I said 'creeps' not 'scares'. Those are two very different things, Shizuru. I might find something creepy but that doesn't mean I'm scared of it." She growled after stating this reply.

"Hai hai…come on now. You're starting to become quite a talker." Shizuru said as she patted the soft bed.

"B-baka!" Natsuki said with clenched teeth.

"I need cuddling." Shizuru pouted. Natsuki raised her hands in defeat and proceeded to lie down on the bed next to a smiling Shizuru.

Outside, it rained electrons.

"What are we like in other universes?" Natsuki asked as she kissed Shizuru's elegant neck. Shizuru rolled over and looked at her.

"Hmm…you'd still be a beautiful Ice Princess and I'd still be me. And we'd still be together and very much in love." Shizuru replied as she pulled Natsuki into a tight embrace.

"What makes you say so?"

"I'm just guessing. No universe is going to separate my heart from you." Shizuru coaxed.

"Parallel universes are limitless."

"Yes and so there is also an infinity of possibilities and one of those possibilities, Natsuki, would be the one that I stated a few seconds ago."

"I guess you're right. One universe or another we'd still be lovers." Natsuki said as she planted a few kisses on Shizuru's forehead.

"Ara…my Natsuki just called me her lover."

"A-aren't we?"

"We're just fuck buddies."

"SHIZURU!"

"Gomen, Natsuki." she said as prodded the tip of the small nose with a finger.

"Enough of your inelegant comments!" Natsuki scoffed in a low voice.

"Enough of your comedy! Come, let's go to sleep. I have a seven o'clock class to teach."

Outside, the city was enveloped in some strange primordial light.

"Oi…Shizuru."

"Hmmm?" Shizuru replied groggily with half-lidded eyes.

"Then kisses are immortal?"

"You're the chemist here, missy."

"But you have better logic."

"Hmmm…." She stared at Natsuki's face for a while before answering: "I guess so. Since kissing is an action."

"Then…" Natsuki bent down and kissed Shizuru. It was a soft, passionate kiss. It was as if she was massaging Shizuru's lips with her own.

Outside the world grew dizzy of its spinning.

The ballerinas were back. ENCORE!

And as luscious lips mashed against each other, as bodies melted into one whilst locked in passion's sweet embrace; they spun around faster and faster splitting the universe into another universe! It was as if they were on silver screen – a perfect moment captured! Forever beautiful! And universes may crumble! And worlds may cease to spin but love shall go on loving!

And with each kiss and electron split. And with each split another perfect universe made! Another perfect kiss! Another perfect love!

Cresendo! odneserC!

odneserC! Cresendo!

And so they kiss.

And Kiss. And life is Perfect.

INFINITY

And expansion of universes - an expansion of kisses. Parallel universes - Parallel kisses.

And author bangs her head on table again. And again. And again. And again. And again. Till life is perfect (meaning, she has her coffee.)

Oh. And happy bday to Leebot