Maiden enraptured with a demon, a spirit possesses your flawless countenance. My world alights when you step in front of my eyes. Beauty and elegance fail as words in their duty to be conduits for my thoughts of you. The weak letters would woefully let me clearly witness your place in my mind. Mere language cannot express your aura and electricity. The air tingles beneath your touch and takes my tepid tongue by thunderous storm. Affectionate nectar bleeds from your lips with each breath, soft as the clouds that let the bands of sunshine willingly pass through their thin and aether like area, and soak up the atmosphere. With every inhalation my brain is intoxicated by the stars your scent creates in the distant sky. You breathe cool nocturnal air into my maelstrom of a mind.
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Miku scowled as she suppressed a growl that welled up from inside of her. Argentea dashed across the wasteland expanse like a lightning bolt released from Zeus' hand, searching out its target with the powerful magnitude of a god's fury. Dust shot up in geysers around every paw print that was slammed into the cragged earth. The scorpion klaxosaur had also been approaching the Franxx at a steady pace, its arm still dangling loosely from its torso. With a grunt of exertion, Miku willed Argentea airborne, the mech leaping into a takedown of sorts, targeting the klaxosaur's face. The klaxosaur immediately recognized the vulnerable position the mech had placed itself in and lashed out with its titanic tail, striking a straight blow at the red and white wolf sailing towards it. The Franxx twirled mid-air and managed to narrowly evade the jab, ending up atop the pointy tip of the tail.
Not hesitating a second, completely relying on her enhanced primal instinct to survive, Miku willed the mech to run along the surface of the tail. The klaxosaur noticed the agile antics of its oppressor and abruptly began to bring its tail to the earth, attempting to slam the mech beneath the weight of the obsidian appendage. Seeing the world around her begin to shift downwards, Miku dug the long, magma-infused claws of Argentea through the hard shell of the klaxosaur, running around the tail so that she stayed on top of it. The tail collided with the earth like a meteor, punching a crater meters deep into the sandstone that made up the crust of the badlands their fight took place in. The shockwave emitted from the blast and the abrupt landing of the platform the Franxx was standing on made it crumple up slightly, the red and white plates lining the exterior now dented and bent.
Drool slipped from Miku's lips and blood ran freely across her face from a cut on the top her head, the landing having shaken her up. The sanguine essence leaked into her eye and dyed it a vermillion shade of rage. She gritted her teeth as the constant buzzing in the back of her mind continued to perpetually increase in volume. The periphery of her sight was blurring and the actions she took were no longer calculated, everything she did was out of impulse. Thus, when Argentea rose back to its full height and launched across the back of the klaxosaur off its hind legs, Miku merely roared in blind aggression. The mech landed at the beginning of the klaxosaurs exposed face-like region and dug its claws into the softer carapace. The long talons slipped into the beast's shell like a katana being used to dice cucumbers, only a small crunching sound being emitted when the barbs punched through the chassis of the monster. Catapulting itself into a rampage, Argentea went berserk on the cerulean orbs that appeared to be the eyes of the klaxosaur. Miku eviscerated the fragile spheres, launching hundreds of swats and strikes in the blink of an eye. The only indication that the Franxx was actually attacking was the appearance of thousands of scars across the klaxosaur and the sunlight bouncing off the metal plates as it blinked through the air.
The klaxosaur, done with the massacre that Miku had dealt unto its face, sweeped its tail low across its head. The tail bludgeoned into the side of Argentea and launched it off of the back of the klaxosaur, far into the air. The creature followed up its move by swinging its stump that still held the remnants of an arm. The momentum caused the severed limb to separate and become a projectile. The skyscraper sized pincer blasted through the air like a missile and wallopped into the Franxx. The collision with the organic rocket sent the metal frame careening away into the desert, only to come to a halt after rolling hundreds of meters. Sparks bounced about the surface of the mech's plates spontaneously and steam bellowed from the boosters that lined its flanks. The wolf slowly raised its head towards the klaxosaur a final time, only to see the gargantuan silhouette of a black pincer against the sun. The pincer snatched the mech from the dirt, retrieving it from the cavity it'd created with its destructive impact. The pressure of the claw closing around the torso of the Franxx caused Miku to scream in agony. The tension increased more and more as the klaxosaur retracted its arm back towards its body, Argentea in hold. Miku shook with rage as the klaxosaur held the mech before its tail like a boar being tied up for a noble huntsman to skewer with ease. She shrieked like a demon, not willing to die in such a pathetic way. The claws of the wolf flourished outwards, slicing through the rock-hard pincer's material like a bullet passing through skin. The pincer split into a quadruplet of segments and fell to the earth. Argentea lunged forwards, launching itself off one of the heavy fragments of the claw. The lengthy claws dug deep into the final orb shining atop the klaxosaurs head, cracking it like a hammer striking a fake diamond. The sphere shined like a sapphire atom being spliced and then exploded into an azure inferno. The klaxosaur burst from every nook and cranny with fountains of blue ichor, the liquid wildly pouring out from gaps between the thick, black plates that covered its body. The earth was painted blue and the endless lake of blue innards was sizzled beneath the sun, bubbling and boiling like a bears porridge.
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Cherry blossoms danced in the gentle breeze like their petals were ice skaters, spinning and leaping across the currents undulating in the halcyon summer air with unparalleled elegance. Shafts of yellow fell in beams through the thin spaces between the branches and twigs adorning the masterpieces of nature, the gentle shafts painting the mundane earth in theatrical splatters of sunlight. Creatures skittered about the long stalks of grass and the vivid palette of assorted flowers, confidently striding across the ground with no fear of demise. The untainted glade bowed beneath the gentle strokes of the wind like the hair of a kitten being petted again and again by a lonesome girl. Some free blossoms ended their voyage across the sky in the lake, their backs arching as they came into contact with the lukewarm surface of the water, continuing to lazily doze about on the gentle ripples their landing created in the otherwise tranquil pool. Fish sprung forth freely from the tepid lake, flaunting their glistening scales almost in indignation at the encroaching beauty of the cherry blossoms.
Amongst the mellow tide of blush colored nature, long locks of pink hair swung back and forth as they made their way down the main path of the forest. Feet carefully trudged forwards, each step colliding with the ground as delicately as a kiss goodnight. Pale skin absorbed the rays of sunshine and reflected them with tenfold the brilliance, blinding the aqueous pair of eyes that were locked onto its advancing gleam. Zero Two took step after wary step as she slowly limped down the beaten forest path. The descending cherry petals blew about her in a magnificent arch, comparable in elegance to a imperial coronation. Hiro's breath had long been bated, but his lungs were frozen into dormancy upon seeing Zero Two approaching him, gorgeous hair falling about a single grafted horn and a stump that that sprouted from her forehead. His eyes had long been wide and his jaw had forever been dropped. The features of the awe-stricken boy greatly contrasted the serene, sylvan scene before him.
He took a single step forwards and upon seeing her collapse to her knees on the warm dirt before him he broke into a sprint. Hiro fell to his knees beside her, placing his arms on her shoulders and clasping her so tightly that his knuckles whitened from the pressure. He slid a hand from her right shoulder to her face, carefully brushing aside the bangs that veiled her face from his sight only to see her own lids clasped together into a pair of thin lines.
"Zero Two. Zero Two, please. Open your eyes!" Hiro whimpered into her collar as he embraced her, the revelation that she had fallen unconscious only putting him further into shock. Her skin was breathtakingly warm, just taking her in his arms completely winded Hiro. It was like her touch was a dragon's breath licking at his form, melting his muscles as he went limp against Zero Two's comatose body. He inhaled and her scent shot through his system, energizing his senses like the stimulants of a master alchemist. He pulled himself against her and wrapped his arms around her form in a devoted embrace, his cheek brushing past hers as he slid her head into the crook of his neck. He exhaled and his body slackened further, like his limbs were tapestries falling across the angles and crevices of her physique. The feeling of the rough earth beneath his bare legs was drowned out by the thumping of his heart. Her presence empowered him beyond measure. He held the entire universe in his arms, all things worth anything were contained in the reach of his hands. His eyes slid slowly shut as a smile grew on his face. He'd gotten her back, and he'd make sure he'd never let go again.
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"Darling?" Zero Two's unsure voice slipped from her lips as she awoke, taking immediate note of Hiro's form nestled against her own. Her mouth quivered as she questioned the reality of her situation, not believing the dreamlike reunion she was having with her love. She tried to upright herself in the bed to get a better look at the boy folded against her, but his arms gently prodded her to stay by his side, his body subconsciously yearning for her presence. Zero Two, still not fully comprehending her situation, settled back into Hiro's limp arms, her own hands folded together over her chest as she faced him on her side. She inhaled and exhaled many times before finally turning her head to look upwards at his own, her forehead brushing against his chest as she did so.
Hiro's lopsided face was loosely set into an unconscious grin, his perfect rows of white teeth visible through the gap in his thin lips. His eyelids were softly pressed together and his brow sat loosely above, floating comfortably high on his face. His long, black hair framed his countenance and was fanned out on the pillow his head was laid upon. As Zero Two had made each of these observations, she noticed that Hiro's hold on her was tightening, forcing her to arch herself as his arms pressed deeper into the valley of her back. The bare skin of Hiro's smooth legs against her own made her mind tingle and her toes wriggle. The moonlight falling through the window of Hiro's room only served to douse him in shades of even further enrapturement in Zero Two's opinion, his attractive features captivating her still drowsy mind. The sheets of the bed became drastically more warm as she began to realize her circumstances.
Her darling was right there. The kingdom of his grasp was the land she was sovereign to, his touch making her feel like a queen in the nocturnal bedroom realm they sat upon in conquest. She'd spent her whole life trying to find her way back to her darling, only to lose him again. Well now she'd finally found her way home to the native amity of his warmth. She'd found her way back to her king. His fingers found their way into the gap in the back of her nightgown and she flinched a the bare pads of his digits pressed into her spine. With a small gasp, she smiled at the childlike way Hiro clung to her, face completely and innocently morphed in relaxation. Zero Two had felt pain worse than she had once deemed imaginable and was only able to survive due to the image of her darling that she kept in her mind. The memory of his voice and the way he blushed at her advances. The way he shrugged off her antics and tried to hide his feelings from her in embarrassment. The hope that she'd be able to see him smile again with her own two eyes. The hope that she'd retain this feeling that was now flowing through her body, seeping into every corner of her being. This feeling that could be described as that of dedication and love and perseverance. The feeling that could only be described as being human. The feeling Hiro gave her.
Zero Two blushed madly and shook her head, her rustling making Hiro groan in his sleep and loosen his hold on her for a brief second. Zero Two seized this opportunity without thinking and jumped to her feet, the bare bottoms of her feet colliding with the cold wooden planks of the floor. She shivered as the frigid midnight air struck her, making her realize just how pleasant her darling's touch was. She tiptoed over to the window sill, not wanting to disturb Hiro any further from his slumber. Slinging a leg up over the edge of the sill, Zero Two climbed up into the opened frame and sat in the aperture. The ashen moonlight silhouetted her form, casting a long shadow into the room and onto the petals that had drifted through the window to find rest in the dorm. Zero Two sat like this for some while, back arched against the window sill, right leg dangling freely outside, relishing in the reality that she was with the one she loved. Her reverie was broken when her inhuman hearing detected a two footsteps in the room behind her. Her head snapped to the sound almost mechanically, her eyes gleaming like a feline predator stalking its prey. Hiro stood there, looking directly at her, tears rolling down the planes of his cheeks.
"Zero Two" his choked words escaped his shaking lips, his eyes flickering in the moonlight as he took her in. He raised a sleeve to wipe his face of his tears and took a step towards her. Zero Two's eyes mimicked the size of moon far above her in the night sky as she realized with a start that he was walking, that he was on his own two feet. She slid from the window sill to her feet, hesitantly leaning towards his direction.
"Hiro, your legs" her voice probed him, the confusion that dazed her mind translating into the syllables she spoke. Hiro seemed to not even comprehend the questioning words she said aloud to him, choosing instead to continue his dogged progression towards her, tears still flowing freely across his face.
"That doesn't matter right now," his mouth curved into a small smile, his hair swaying from side to side as he shook his head, "I finally got you back." Zero Two's hand fiddled with the frills of her nightgown, pawing the thin fabric between her pointer finger and thumb as her mouth slightly jarred at the emotional boy in front of her. Her skin was covered in small bruises and scars, singe marks and burns littered across her body. A single, freshly maintained horn jutted forth from her forehead from beneath her long, pink bangs, a shaved stump parallel to it. Hiro drew ever closer, his strides confident, as if he'd never lost the ability to walk in the first place. He was only inches away from her as he came to stop, the lunar light glimmering as it passed through the liquid product of his sobs. The patter of his teardrops striking the oak beneath them echoed like war drums, their rhythmic collisions with the floor almost as fast as her rapidly beating heart. He was right. She'd finally found her way back to him.
"Mm, yeah" she tried to stifle a snivel as her composure finally began to crumple, her shoulders angling inwards as she brought her hands together at her waist. She wriggled her lips and hastily blinked as her timid visage inevitably caved in. "I missed you Hiro, I missed you so bad that it hurt me" the floodgates of her eyelids simultaneously snapped apart, rivers of tears flowing forth, no longer incapacitated by the meager resistance of her futile and half hearted attempts to suppress the passion welling up in her heart. She thrusted herself forwards into his arms, burying her face in the expanse of his chest, shooting her hands around him and desperately clinging onto him as if she were a girl free falling to the earth, searching for a final solace in her lover's touch. Her tears blotted the dark fabric of his uniform, the warmth of every droplet seeped through Hiro's epidermis like anchors falling through shallow waters, their emotionally thermal power directly flooding his core. Hiro wrapped his hold about her, his hands gliding across her back as they slid beneath the long locks of pink that settled across his forearms as he held her. He felt his body squeam but his authoritative heart immediately whipped his legs back to stability, refusing to fail at supporting his loved one as she wailed waterfalls into his weary form, safe beneath the shade of his wings that he draped her in. She spoke no more words to him, she didn't need to. Everything she felt and everything he felt was plainly obvious to the couple. The only communication needed was the heartwarming contact of their skin. The moonlight struck the couple is such a way that they were both glowing, both of their pale complexions shimmering in the alabaster shafts of energy that blew through the open window.
"Welcome home Zero Two" he whispered into the nape of her neck. "I love you."
"So do I, darling," she managed a smile and pulled away from him, cheeks red and eyes shaking, turquoise irises locked onto his face. "I love you too."
(AN - ah, o yah boys, we made it and i love writing about it/ o t p, o t p, o t p)