Final Reaction
A Blue Seed Fic by Tobu Ishi
Of course I don't own Blue Seed, you foolish copyright enforcer.
-part 6-
Kusanagi let the sensations of the world come back slowly, filtering back into place. Someone was talking...no, lots of someones, their words tumbling over each other like spring rain. A warm hand held his, and he gave its fingers a gentle squeeze, and opened his eyes.
"...don't know what to make of it! Her entire body is just...look, he's awake!"
It was the nurse, and she seemed to be bordering on delighted hysteria. Blinking dizzily, Kusanagi looked slowly around. He was sitting in a chair now; someone must have helped him into it while he was, well, busy elsewhere. Not just the TAC, but what seemed like half the hospital was gathered around the bed, all staring at him as though he'd grown a second nose.
"What the frag just happened?!" Koume bellowed from across the room. "First we all get an emergency call that she," the loudmouthed girl gestured at the bed, "is giving up the ghost, and then when we get here, everybody's in an uproar and you two are lying there glowing like flashlights! What gives?!"
"I quite agree, Kusanagi," Yagashi exclaimed, pushing up his glasses from where they'd slipped down his nose in the excitement. "We all deserve an explanation. You both nearly scared us to death!"
"And how did you do it, anyway?" Matsudera demanded, her eyes alight with curiosity.
"D-do what?" Kusanagi stammered, still disoriented and now completely befuddled from all the noise and attention. Over his shoulder, he saw more people elbowing their way into the room.
"Momiji, you moron!" Sakura yelled, grinning, one fist waving in the air in a gesture of triumph. "She's cured! I knew you could do it!"
It was all too much. "What...?"
"All right, everyone just shut UP!!"
The room fell silent. Everyone in it turned to stare at the imposing figure of Mr. Kunikida, who had leapt to his feet beside Momiji's bed. Giving the room a stern glare, he pointed to the door.
"Right. Now then, everyone who's not a member of the TAC or directly caring for Miss Fujimiya, get out, now!"
Most of the people in the room dashed meekly for the door. Kunikida could be scary when he wanted to. Once they were gone, those who were left breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks," the young doctor said, moving to stand beside the chief of the TAC. "All other worries aside, I was beginning to think the fire warden would kill me for letting so many people get into one room."
"No problem," Kunikida said. "Now then, Kusanagi, would you mind telling us all what just happened?"
The young mutant shrugged, puzzled. "Frankly, I'm not sure myself," he said slowly, thinking back. "I woke up, and Momiji's monitors were going nuts, so I grabbed her hand, and...you know those flashes of light we kept giving off whenever we touched? I just kept holding on this time..."
"Yeah, you guys were lit up like a neon sign when I came in," Koume exclaimed.
"It was like this...out of body experience or something," Kusanagi murmured. "She kept breaking up, so I held on to her...it wasn't like holding something physical, it was more...oh, I don't know! It was weird. And then..." He trailed off, reluctant to talk about the moment they'd shared, just before he'd woken up. It had felt like their souls had merged, just for an instant...
"I think I have a theory." Yagashi was adjusting his glasses proudly. "Your mitama come from the same source, right? But Momiji's is still relatively wild, whereas yours are tame. Her mitama was trying to destroy or change her, but you didn't want that to happen, and unlike her, you have the ability to force your mitama to do as you wish, to a certain extent anyway. So when you wanted her mitama to stop hurting her, you divided Orochi's mitama against themselves, yours against hers.
"I think that might explain the strange reaction you caused whenever you touched her. Your mitama were sparking against each other in their conflicting wills!"
Matsudera's eyes had lit up. "And when you tried to save her, perhaps your mitama finally overpowered hers! That would explain the healing effects on her body."
"Wait a minute...healing effects?" Kusanagi blurted.
Sakura grinned. "Look at the monitors, Carrot Boy. She's perfectly normal again!"
Kusanagi whirled to stare at the machines recording Momiji's vital signs. Just as Sakura said, every one of them was safely into the green.
Takeuchi was still thinking over Matsudera's words. "But, if you defeated Momiji's mitama's will to change her," she said, sounding excited, "then that means..."
Matsudera smiled broadly. "It means that, if our guesses are correct, Momiji's mitama will now no longer be able to hurt her. It'll be under her control, just the way Kusanagi's are."
"And she won't even have to turn into a mutant the way Kusanagi did!" Sakura gloated. "That's a relief. If they ended up a matched pair, I'd never have a chance with him! Ne, Carrot Boy?"
Laughter sounded around the room, an incredible relief after the pain and sorrow of the last twenty-four hours. And in the midst of it, there was a soft sound from the bed.
"Nnn...Kusa...nagi?"
All eyes turned instantly to Momiji. The girl was sitting up, slowly but without any struggle. Rubbing her eyes sleepily with her fists, she blinked owlishly at them all.
"What happened?" she said, her voice a bit woozy but otherwise perfectly normal.
There was a split second's pause, and then Momiji found herself in the middle of a pileup of TAC members, all trying to hug her at once. Both Takeuchi and—to her surprise—Koume were crying hysterically. Yagashi was yelling something delighted and unintelligible; Sakura stood diffidently off to the side, but anyone bothering to look closely at her otherwise apathetic expression would have seen a slight glimmering at the corners of her eyes. Even Kunikida was patting her shoulder with one hand, and wiping his eyes with the other.
Then, suddenly, everyone fell silent; Momiji didn't have long to wonder why. Pushing through the pigpile, Kusanagi sat quietly on the edge of her bed, and took both her hands in his, meeting her eyes with his own intense gaze.
"Momiji, I..." He paused, swallowed hard, then managed, gruffly, "I thought you were...I thought I might... Well, I, um, don't know what I would have done if...you know..."
Momiji's eyes filled with tears of her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling broadly. "I know," she said, simply. "Me too."
Kusanagi's nervous expression cleared, and he leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers.
A chorus of cheers went up from the assembled TAC, and Sakura grinned, expecting the couple to spring apart, blushing in embarrassment. Instead, to her surprise, Momiji's arms tightened around Kusanagi's neck, and they kept right on kissing.
Grumbling to herself, Sakura crossed her arms and gazed out the window.
"Damn...I guess I should have guessed. They're already a matched pair, after all."
And, for once in her life, she couldn't have been more right.
*~finis~*
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AN- Heh...I was reluctant to post this, cuz I know as soon as the last burst of reviews from the last chapter is over, the fic drops out of the public eye. But I couldn't leave you guys in suspense forever. I hope it wasn't too mushy or anything...and hey, what do you know, I finished a fic! One less to worry about... ^_^
A million, billion thanks to all of you who kept me going during the writing of this fic! If you ever start having Tobu withdrawals, by all means, drop by my account and glance at a few of my other fics. There's an award-winning filk on there, as well as a lot of Inuyasha and Final Fantasy stuff. Again, kudos, and good night! -Tobu Ishi T_T 1:30 am
A Blue Seed Fic by Tobu Ishi
Of course I don't own Blue Seed, you foolish copyright enforcer.
-part 6-
Kusanagi let the sensations of the world come back slowly, filtering back into place. Someone was talking...no, lots of someones, their words tumbling over each other like spring rain. A warm hand held his, and he gave its fingers a gentle squeeze, and opened his eyes.
"...don't know what to make of it! Her entire body is just...look, he's awake!"
It was the nurse, and she seemed to be bordering on delighted hysteria. Blinking dizzily, Kusanagi looked slowly around. He was sitting in a chair now; someone must have helped him into it while he was, well, busy elsewhere. Not just the TAC, but what seemed like half the hospital was gathered around the bed, all staring at him as though he'd grown a second nose.
"What the frag just happened?!" Koume bellowed from across the room. "First we all get an emergency call that she," the loudmouthed girl gestured at the bed, "is giving up the ghost, and then when we get here, everybody's in an uproar and you two are lying there glowing like flashlights! What gives?!"
"I quite agree, Kusanagi," Yagashi exclaimed, pushing up his glasses from where they'd slipped down his nose in the excitement. "We all deserve an explanation. You both nearly scared us to death!"
"And how did you do it, anyway?" Matsudera demanded, her eyes alight with curiosity.
"D-do what?" Kusanagi stammered, still disoriented and now completely befuddled from all the noise and attention. Over his shoulder, he saw more people elbowing their way into the room.
"Momiji, you moron!" Sakura yelled, grinning, one fist waving in the air in a gesture of triumph. "She's cured! I knew you could do it!"
It was all too much. "What...?"
"All right, everyone just shut UP!!"
The room fell silent. Everyone in it turned to stare at the imposing figure of Mr. Kunikida, who had leapt to his feet beside Momiji's bed. Giving the room a stern glare, he pointed to the door.
"Right. Now then, everyone who's not a member of the TAC or directly caring for Miss Fujimiya, get out, now!"
Most of the people in the room dashed meekly for the door. Kunikida could be scary when he wanted to. Once they were gone, those who were left breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks," the young doctor said, moving to stand beside the chief of the TAC. "All other worries aside, I was beginning to think the fire warden would kill me for letting so many people get into one room."
"No problem," Kunikida said. "Now then, Kusanagi, would you mind telling us all what just happened?"
The young mutant shrugged, puzzled. "Frankly, I'm not sure myself," he said slowly, thinking back. "I woke up, and Momiji's monitors were going nuts, so I grabbed her hand, and...you know those flashes of light we kept giving off whenever we touched? I just kept holding on this time..."
"Yeah, you guys were lit up like a neon sign when I came in," Koume exclaimed.
"It was like this...out of body experience or something," Kusanagi murmured. "She kept breaking up, so I held on to her...it wasn't like holding something physical, it was more...oh, I don't know! It was weird. And then..." He trailed off, reluctant to talk about the moment they'd shared, just before he'd woken up. It had felt like their souls had merged, just for an instant...
"I think I have a theory." Yagashi was adjusting his glasses proudly. "Your mitama come from the same source, right? But Momiji's is still relatively wild, whereas yours are tame. Her mitama was trying to destroy or change her, but you didn't want that to happen, and unlike her, you have the ability to force your mitama to do as you wish, to a certain extent anyway. So when you wanted her mitama to stop hurting her, you divided Orochi's mitama against themselves, yours against hers.
"I think that might explain the strange reaction you caused whenever you touched her. Your mitama were sparking against each other in their conflicting wills!"
Matsudera's eyes had lit up. "And when you tried to save her, perhaps your mitama finally overpowered hers! That would explain the healing effects on her body."
"Wait a minute...healing effects?" Kusanagi blurted.
Sakura grinned. "Look at the monitors, Carrot Boy. She's perfectly normal again!"
Kusanagi whirled to stare at the machines recording Momiji's vital signs. Just as Sakura said, every one of them was safely into the green.
Takeuchi was still thinking over Matsudera's words. "But, if you defeated Momiji's mitama's will to change her," she said, sounding excited, "then that means..."
Matsudera smiled broadly. "It means that, if our guesses are correct, Momiji's mitama will now no longer be able to hurt her. It'll be under her control, just the way Kusanagi's are."
"And she won't even have to turn into a mutant the way Kusanagi did!" Sakura gloated. "That's a relief. If they ended up a matched pair, I'd never have a chance with him! Ne, Carrot Boy?"
Laughter sounded around the room, an incredible relief after the pain and sorrow of the last twenty-four hours. And in the midst of it, there was a soft sound from the bed.
"Nnn...Kusa...nagi?"
All eyes turned instantly to Momiji. The girl was sitting up, slowly but without any struggle. Rubbing her eyes sleepily with her fists, she blinked owlishly at them all.
"What happened?" she said, her voice a bit woozy but otherwise perfectly normal.
There was a split second's pause, and then Momiji found herself in the middle of a pileup of TAC members, all trying to hug her at once. Both Takeuchi and—to her surprise—Koume were crying hysterically. Yagashi was yelling something delighted and unintelligible; Sakura stood diffidently off to the side, but anyone bothering to look closely at her otherwise apathetic expression would have seen a slight glimmering at the corners of her eyes. Even Kunikida was patting her shoulder with one hand, and wiping his eyes with the other.
Then, suddenly, everyone fell silent; Momiji didn't have long to wonder why. Pushing through the pigpile, Kusanagi sat quietly on the edge of her bed, and took both her hands in his, meeting her eyes with his own intense gaze.
"Momiji, I..." He paused, swallowed hard, then managed, gruffly, "I thought you were...I thought I might... Well, I, um, don't know what I would have done if...you know..."
Momiji's eyes filled with tears of her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling broadly. "I know," she said, simply. "Me too."
Kusanagi's nervous expression cleared, and he leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers.
A chorus of cheers went up from the assembled TAC, and Sakura grinned, expecting the couple to spring apart, blushing in embarrassment. Instead, to her surprise, Momiji's arms tightened around Kusanagi's neck, and they kept right on kissing.
Grumbling to herself, Sakura crossed her arms and gazed out the window.
"Damn...I guess I should have guessed. They're already a matched pair, after all."
And, for once in her life, she couldn't have been more right.
*~finis~*
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AN- Heh...I was reluctant to post this, cuz I know as soon as the last burst of reviews from the last chapter is over, the fic drops out of the public eye. But I couldn't leave you guys in suspense forever. I hope it wasn't too mushy or anything...and hey, what do you know, I finished a fic! One less to worry about... ^_^
A million, billion thanks to all of you who kept me going during the writing of this fic! If you ever start having Tobu withdrawals, by all means, drop by my account and glance at a few of my other fics. There's an award-winning filk on there, as well as a lot of Inuyasha and Final Fantasy stuff. Again, kudos, and good night! -Tobu Ishi T_T 1:30 am