ryuki 100 fluff challenge.
theme 26. support group.
He is the only other one who really understood what power really felt like and what it meant, and so in the end, he is the only one who understands her loss. He remembers flying, he remembers the feeling of savage adrenaline running under a cold and calculated stare. The rest were in it for survival, for saving the world. It is selfish, but part of him (a lot of him) was in it for the battle itself.
(He has tasted victory for victory's sake, and there was never going back.)
They stare up at the night sometimes and try to see through the stars and into an old world of data and adventure and endless pixel skies. Sometimes Jeri can see a bit of a mane through the constellations, and sometimes Takato swears he can hear someone calling him through that unbearably thin barrier.
Ruki never sees anything but stars.
(We have grown so old, she almost whispers between heartbeats, so old.)
If they were different people, then maybe they would have talked about things that they missed (leaping slashing ragged breath) and fond memories (sleeping under a pixel sky on a metal back) and things that would have been different if they didn't have to save the world again and again (maybe we'd go see fuji, she would have liked that, do you think?)
But they aren't.
So they just lie on the grass and breathe in the warm summer air, listening to their friends sigh and chatter around them about what once was, what once wasn't. She rolls over on her back, he is buried in the long grass, his face hidden. They nod once in a while, add a chuckle or a small smile.
But in the dark, their silence speaks all that they need to hear.
oh my. ff has gotten this magical facelift thing. what is this beta reader thing they speak of?
so I had to sit down and write something random in this brand new box.
as a result of this, it would be a good idea not to have expected much.