Manga
Love & Momo
A laugh filtered though her hazy consciousness. Opening one dark eye, Momo quickly ascertained that she did not know where she was. The eye closed, her brow furrowed, as she tried to recall her last memory. Instead, the pain in her chest made her whimper.
"There, there," Love's deep voice intruded on her once again, "Are you awake?"
Momo drew breath, "Mostly. Where am I?"
"Hacchi is helping to heal the worst of the wounded. You got speared in the chest, I'm afraid."
"That answers 'what happened', but where am I?" Her dark eyes opened to regard a dark completed man with even darker eyes.
He grunted, "Hn. Sorry, you're in the Vizard underground in the real world. We're your friends."
She moved her head, intending to nod, but found it hard going. Instead she spoke again, "Thank you. I am afraid I don't know you."
"My name's Love, Aikawa Love. You were brought here under Kira-fukutaicho's orders. You know him?"
"Oh, yes, I am glad to hear he is alright, Aikawa-san." Her eyes drifted closed, and she heard the big man settle back into the chair beside her bed. Soon enough, she was drifting, the pain in her chest receding to a manageable level as she stopped trying to move. The man beside the bed did not let her relapse into sleep. Instead, he began to talk. Again.
"You know, you're one lucky gal." He pushed his tilted glasses back up his nose. "Aizen destroyed pretty much everyone else who came against him in those first moments."
"Aizen." She tried to put emotion into the name that didn't sound like devotion. She hoped she'd succeeded this time. "He stabbed me? Again?"
"You've been stabbed in the chest before?"
"Yes." There was no way she could elaborate on that without sounding ridiculous.
Love frowned as he looked at the frail girl. "You have a lieutenant's badge."
She was surprised, "I'm fukutaicho of division five."
"Aizen's old stomping grounds." He made a tapping noise, "Sounds like this manga I've been reading."
Momo allowed her head to turn to regard him, "My life reminds you of a manga?"
Love helpfully lifted the slim volume, "Sure. In this, there are these kids…."
He went on for some time, recounting the tales of supernatural children. Momo smiled slightly. It all seemed somewhat gratifying to believe that something about her might be a good enough story to be serialized in a manga. She just hoped that this time, the heroine ends up not getting stabbed by the man she loves.
AN/ I hate Momo with a passion. There is no heartwarming stories as long as she's in them. But, I made her pretty likable here, right? Anyway, Love is a huge manga fan, so I thought this prompt was perfect for him. Thankies for reading, and please drop a review for me!