This is just a short ficlet featuring Maria, because I felt like adding to the number of pro-Maria stories on the site. Poor girl doesn't get enough love.
240 words, rated PG for tiny use of bad language. Special thanks to Holo for inspiring the theme
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Ocean 3 or its characters, nor do I make any money out of my writing.
"Virus"
Maria wasn't feeling very well today.
Judging by the symptoms, it wasn't a serious disease – little worse than a common cold – so it shouldn't have been much of a bother for her. All she had to do was stay in the warm and rest up, right?
No. She was bothered, and not so much by the illness itself either. It had only been a few days since she and the rest of her group had staved off the judgement Luther had tried to inflict on them; the memory was still fresh in her mind. He had called her a virus, a bug that was causing defects in the system... he'd meant it in the technological sense, of course, but right now Maria was thinking of how he was perhaps likening her to the kind of bug that had made her unwell. Just as the cold virus was interfering with her body systems, she was supposedly interfering with the structure of the Eternal Sphere and beginning to break it down.
As if she'd buy that crap. Luther had invaded her world with the Executioners before she had gone to his, so she thought the analogy failed there already; after all, people don't infect cold viruses before the viruses infect them, do they? And why the hell was she thinking about this anyway?
Maybe her cold was just getting to her. Maria shook her head and shuffled further under her bed covers.
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