Kish phased back into a large room, in an alternate dimension somewhere on the human plane. It was a perfect balance of the human energies and his people's technologies, a world made of chances and possibilities. On a thought, he would have whatever he needed.
And right now he needed the room more than ever. He created a list of everything he needed and sent it through the room, watching as everything created itself particle by particle. It was amazing to watch as what started as dust materialized to designs and plastics and metals and cloths, decorating the once bland room in splashes of color.
Kish gently set Shokora down on the large bed set against a wall and covered her with a light blanket. She was shivering badly, and even with her burning fever warming the blanket above her, the chills continued to rake her body.
Snarling at his helplessness, Kish stalked away from the bed and over to a large, metallic machine. It was the kind of thing you would find on any of his people's ships or in their infirmaries. It was designed to treat any serious bodily injury that could be thought of and with extra features that can accommodate the unthinkable.
And this was what was going to save Shokora's life.
Looking at the controls, Kish began the delicate process of creating a stable situation for Shokora. Being only half, and at this point that was only a guess, of his blood, one wrong diagnosis and he could end her life in a blink.
He continued to change the settings, programming for all of the necessities like nutrition, hydration, cleanliness, when he realized that this wasn't going to work. Not if he wanted her to live. He waved his hand at the machine, dismissing its existence. Best to start from scratch.
He began slowly, going through everything he knew about humans and his people. He would need something that is perfect for His People and Humans and was able to create a balance based off of the occupants needs. It would take care of all of her bodily needs like nutrition, hydration, etc. Next, he needed to make sure the fever wouldn't burn her out. Then he needed to increase the rate of her internal balance between the two fighting characteristics, a balance that would keep her going and hopefully never have to be readjusted.
With that, he opened his eyes and looked down at the new machine before him. With a hiss, the glass top opened, releasing a sweet smelling air. A small, green light dinged on to show that it was ready.
Slowly, Kish returned to Shokora. Her breathing was shallower than before and her skin had taken on an ashy look. She looked horrible, simply put.
He jumped as her eyes snapped open. But she saw nothing. She was beyond consciousness. He picked her up, holding her tightly to him as her fever burned his skin, and placed her gently down in the open Capsule. Before he closed the Glass Top that would hold her until she was better, he leaned down until he was hovering just over her lips. His cool breath mingled with her steamed gasps until he placed a soft kiss to her chapped lips. "Heal." He whispered before pulling back and urging the top to seal closed. The hiss of tight air confirmed that the Capsule was closed and the light that had turned green earlier blinked out and came alive again a warning red.
Kish sat back in a chair that materialized itself and began the wait.
In a room where no light changed, no clock ticked, no noise passed, time was an infinite variable. Kish could never have guessed how much time did pass, and the only thing that broke his conscious revelries was sleep.
The soft sound of something tapping on glass woke him from one of his sleeping periods. He rubbed his eyes and looked directly at the red light that continued to shine on the capsule pod. She wasn't ready.
With a groan, he rolled out of his chair and staggered toward the pod. He looked down and saw the source of the tapping. She was moving again. Some sort of subconscious moving that responded to whatever was going through her head. Her finger tips rested against the top, the glass itself steaming up instantly around the soft pads. But there was more color in her cheeks and skin, and from the looks of the rise and fall of her chest, she was breathing more regularly.
Tilting his head so that they lined up together, Kish gently rested his fingertips against hers. He was able to feel the warmth from her skin through the glass for a moment before she ripped her hand away from the glass, holding it poised slightly in the air. Her eyes, still open and unblinking, darkened with what he could only assume to be fear.
His brow furrowed in confusion. What was going through her mind? Why did her subconscious fear him?
Air rushed through the still room behind Kish, followed by the tight flapping of cloth and the pat of feet landing on the floor before it all silenced. Something hardened inside Kish as he slowly turned around to face the intruder.
Pie stood in the middle of the room, eyes locked on the capsule behind Kish rather than the alien himself.
"What are you doing here?" Kish snarled, bringing Pie's attention up to him. "You're not supposed to be here."
"I would that to be true, as it was almost impossible to find you." Pie flashed him a hard look. "Almost."
"What are you doing here?" Kish demanded, his voice biting with frost.
"You abandoned your post. That's treason. You took in our project and are fixing it in a way that could be harmful to us later. That's mutiny. I need to know what your plans are so that if I have to I can stop them now before it's too late."
"My plans? My plans?" Kish laughed a harsh sound, a smile stretching across his lips as hard as the look in his eyes. "I plan on saving her life, something you obviously never had in your plans for her, and living the life I've always wanted to live: In love and with she who ignites the flame in my heart."
Pie scoffed, shaking his head sadly. "You always have been very irrational when it came to the women you lust after." Pie said coldly. "You create these fantasies in your head that you think will go out exactly as you picture. But haven't you noticed? They never return your feelings. Ever. Ichigo didn't because she was with the Blue Knight and doesn't that whore behind you have a thing for the human ring leader of the whole Mew project? You're ruthless when it comes to fighting your enemies but as soon as you fall for them you become useless."
"Is it so wrong to love?" Kish demanded, stalking forward until he stood right in Pie's face. "What else do I have to look after here on this planet?"
"The one we left behind. The one we're supposed to be preparing this world for their inhabitation." He pushed his face even closer toward Kish's. "Would you really make all those thousands of people suffer on our home planet for your own selfish dream?"
"But you don't need me anymore. You have Mousse to replace me and it will be as if Shokora never existed if she stays here with me. It's back to normal and you have someone who will actually be willing to follow your every order."
"And you're positive she'll stay here with you?" Pie asked, a mocking smile tilting his lip. "She may be grateful to you for fixing her body for a short time, but she will turn on you as soon as she realizes that you intend to keep her here."
"I know she'll stay with me. Not because she owes me anything but because she loves me. That thing she had with that human was just a damn crush."
Pie scoffed. "You really are That naïve, aren't you? She doesn't love you, you Fool! She's committed to that human! Why can't you get that through your thick skull?" Pie grabbed Kish's shoulder's, giving him a firm shake.
Kish hit him away, eyes blazing. "Stop Saying That! It's not true, I know it!"
"And I know it is true. I've seen it with my own eyes. When we first brought her in, before we added Eclaire, she and the human were literally slobbering all over each other. She was screaming to be let go so she could be with the human. She's playing you, and you're more than willing to be tuned to her song." Pie spat out the last of the words, his anger breaking through his normal mask of ice.
"This has nothing to do with me, does it?" Kish asked, a detached sound in his voice. "This is about your own feelings for one of the Mew's, the green one. By destroying my feelings for Shokora you're justifying denying your own feelings." He shook his head sadly. "If you would just open yourself to her love, we could just live in peace. Why don't you try?"
Pie's anger died away as ice replaced its hold on his heart, harder than any stone or metal. Deadly. "Fine. If you won't see reason, then I'll just get rid of what's grabbed hold of your senseless sputtering." He stepped forward, eyes locked on the Healing Capsule.
"Pie, No!" Kish yelled, running forward to grab at Pie before he got too close to Shokora. She was stable right now, but without that machine her life could instantly end. "Pie, Damn It! Stop this! Just leave us alone!"
"I'm sorry, but it has to be done. She has polluted your mind and will only hurt you if you continue on like this." Pie reached out his hand and summoned his Spade Fan. "Now get out of my way and allow me to do this, for you."
"You're not helping, you Idiot! You'll only make things worse!" Kish pushed hard at Pie's chest, forcing him to take a step back. Pie's gaze finally locked on Kish. "Why can't you just let us stay here, in peace?"
"Because if you fail at this, if she leaves and rejoins the Mew's, she will be stronger than ever. I don't know why, but it has something to do with the fact that she will have all of our powers and her Mew genes, without the two being divided by Eclaire. There's no catalyst. Just power. She could destroy us and ruin our mission. So, either you brain wash her or kill her. And if you can't, I will."
And with that, Pie phased out of the room, leaving behind an eerie silence that enfolded all of the room.
Was it true? Did she really have greater feelings for the human that her feelings for him weren't enough? Would she stay here with him? Or would she betray him for that human, after everything he's given up for her?
Too many questions all of them unanswered while she lay silently in what could have been a glass coffin.
The silence was broken as a soft ping shattered through the room, followed by a pop and a slow hiss of escaping air. Kish turned and watched as the top lifted up and Shokora's hand rose above the edge, grasping the cold metal and pulling herself up into a sitting position.
And those questions had just found their answer.
