She hemmed and hawed, flipped and flopped from belly to her back. she stared at the ceiling, the walls and even the floor. Nothing. The hospital room was silent, nearly as silent as a graveyard. But in reality, graveyards are not so silent. one just had to pay attention.
Mikoto Misaka was wide awake and couldn't sleep. Her wounds were healed. Almost. She hadn't heard from the little pain in the butt avatar that took up residence inside. The queen's avatar that had been created by the combination of Anastasia's royal blood and venom and her own blood. She figured that she had worn herself out and was sleeping it off. she hoped.
Make note, be sure and ask…Mikoto rolled over on her back.
The room was an upgrade over the usual hospital room. nicer bed, softer sheets, bigger tv. Which right now was being utilized by two, it had been three, but she sent one away, and they were watching a rather odd vampire soap opera. Yes, it had been nearly two decades since a certain queen of the vampires, Mina Tepes announced to the world that yes, world, there are vampires in the world. And wolves and other things that go bump in the night.
Japan was the first to jump into the vampire market, creating new fashions, blood substitutes, game shows and even soap operas. The two young vampires, both in looks and age, were watching a show that had a human man with three boys different ages, married to a vampire woman with three various aged young female vampires and the hilarious everyday high jinxes that transpired between them.
Greeeaaattt…Mikoto groaned, lazily sprawled out across the hospital bed. She eyed the TV when one of the two young vampires giggled. Seems they enjoyed the show. One of the human boys just spit out a mouth full of pizza. The youngest, cutest vampire seemed to have mix the wrong tomato sauce when she made the pizza. The tomato sauce contained human blood in the ingredients. As did all the products marketed to them.
Hmm…. Mikoto cracked a smile, really not that bad. She said, thinking of the last time she had pizza. It seems that being a vampire had become a subset of the Otaku culture in Japan. Along with the wolves.
Despite everything, Mikoto Misaka was alive and getting better, feeling just a little tired. She rolled over again, letting her arm slap against the bed. She sighed, groaned, blew a bored breath out of her mouth, watching the sheets flutter and stilled. she looked over to the window, the curtains were pulled but not all the way. The evening sun was sneaking through the space, and soft warm light fell on to the floor. She watched the specks dance in the warm beams, thinned her eyes, I wonder…. pursing her mouth tight, do I really want too? Thinking what do those specks really look like. If I focus really hard and…. oohhh…. crap who am I kidding. She groaned.
She'd often think about things like that. With her new abilities the smallest details came into view. A sudden ouch, paper cut… she smelled the blood, eyes shifted and focused on the wound. Even from across the classroom or even a soccer field. the details were amazing. Especially for a level five elector master. Knowledge was power, formulas, theories all of it used to build her reality. What if I looked into a microscope or even an electron microscope, what details would I see? She chuckled, what if I use my own blood would I see her, would I see Little Misaka. A warmth, pain and a longing. There was silence inside.
She felt something, like she was being watched, not that she wasn't. she knew that. The hospital was surrounded, in the shadows, on the roof and right outside the door. two stood guard. But this was closer. But….she knew.
Anastasia had left the day before. Kuroko Sharai had gone to judgement, thank the gods. She sighed in relief. The room had a slight smell of burned hair, flesh and ozone. there was an edge to the atmosphere. Having barely survived the attack from the holy knights of the Roman Catholic Church. Not that anyone had told her who it was. and the overall boredom because she was confined to the room for a few days.
Mikoto still on her belly, scooted and scooched and looked down at the end of the rather comfortable bed. A set of small blinking eyes watched her, then another pair joined them. one had soft brown hair and the other dark brown. Big brown eyes with eyebrows arched stared over the sheets. Mikoto saw the hint in their eyes, groaned to hide her smile.
Caaan weee….? one of them spoke.
(They were young. Both in appearance and age. they were two third of a set. Twin Sisters and friend taken by force, a year before the Barons' attacked. And the youngest of the pack. terms like forever twenty one or thirty five were used. It was how old they were when they were turned. Forever Ten and Nine etched in her mind. Mikoto swallowed hard when they told her. she held her breath, left the room and cried. They had become her shadows, following her around when she was in the Ten story building. And waited patiently for her when she came back from classes, or out with Kuroko, Uiharu and sometime Ruiko. Ruiko visits to the school were getting longer and longer a part. they were called the attack hamsters, angry gerbils….and munchkins. Much to the chagrin of the others. )
Mikoto's eyes thinned, seeing past the two peeping toms. The TV was turned off. No…Mikoto quickly spoke, knowing what they wanted. Damn Emelia… she whispered.
Strengthen the bond between Queen and pack members. Emelia had told her it was necessary. To create the harmony of and in a pack. she needed to share herself with them. the memory was followed by a low steady annoyed, not really, she had gotten used to it, groan rumbled underneath the soft comfortable sheets of the soft comfortable bed.
Pleeeaasse…. they said coordinating their pleas. with eyes glistening, brows arched, heads slightly tilted in the same direction. CUTE ATTACK!
Mikoto blushed, pulled the sheets over her head, NO! and curled into a ball…and faked snored.
Puppies and kittens never listened. they got what they want by looking cute and persistence. They whimpered pathetically. Tugged softy at the sheets.
Mikoto smiled, closed her eyes, slowly shook her head underneath the soft comfortable sheets. she knew she was going to lose. And she did. Often and always. Spoiled much.
Slowly, cautiously, each crawled into the bed, hesitant, eyes flickering, mouth curling, cheeks flushed. They slowly laid down on each side of her and snuggled closer.
Mikoto slowly exhaled, knowing in a few moments they'd make their way underneath the sheets and sleep for a while.
So cute…bringing a warm expression and tickly feeling to her belly. not like the older ones. Who would just walk over, slip underneath the sheets, look at her, wiggle their eyebrows, a show their necks. Why do I have to do this….?! Mikoto would growl, and bite.
Because Emelia had told her over and over, as Mikoto sank her fangs, a little harder into Emelia's throat, the Queen must share herself with the pack. it also annoyed Mikoto no matter how often she told her she didn't like it, that Emelia and the older ones patted her head every time.
Giving in gracefully as a Queen should. Mikoto Misaka closed her eyes, as the two snuggled closer, tighter. Their tiny hands slipping underneath the hospital gown to feel her warmth, and cling to her. she could her them quietly sniffing. She would fall asleep wondering. What would Kuroko think or do seeing this. She smiled even bigger, as her fangs extended, the tips slipping between her lips. She put her arms around the two of them and pulled them closer.
Harmony in the pack is everything.