Kaashipping (Mana x Dark Magician Girl)
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There were rules when it came to ka summoning. One of those laws was that ka only came when called. Another was that a diadhank was required to summon them. They could not appear without a channel. And another, ka stayed within carved stone tablets until called. A spirit without a tablet could not be summoned. There were laws of nature about ka summoning.
Mana's ka broke all of them.
Her ka came before Mana even knew she wanted her. Before she even knew she could be summoned. Appearing, cool hands on her forehead to calm her struggles against the linens in the throws of a horrible nightmare, fingers running gently through her hair and humming under her breath until her breaths were able to slow and she found herself drifting to sleep without seeing fully the bright green eyes that glimmered through the darkness down at her.
And again, as a ten year old, trying to clamber up the side of a temple shrine to find the best hiding place for her game of hide-and-seek with the prince, but her foot slipped and she couldn't grab on in time and she was going to crash onto the stones ten feet below—except for the surprisingly strong, slender arms that scooped her out of the air and then let her tumble gently and safely to the ground, disappearing before Mana could know anything else about her mysterious rescuer.
Then that day, that terrible day that had been hotter and drier than the rest and they had fled from the vengeful ghosts of Kul Elna through the crumbling streets, and Mana didn't even have her own diadhank, and her magic wasn't responding, and she had closed her eyes and thought this is it, I couldn't help anyone at all—and she had appeared. Without being called, without a diadhank, without a tablet to reach through. She had arrived before her in the radiant blues and pink and the flickering of desert light through her shining golden hair, determined eyes daring her enemies to come closer, arms spread protectively before the soul that she was bound to.
And then she had looked back, and Mana had met her eyes, and she had known.
You've always been here, haven't you?
The bed creaked softly, and Mana awoke from her half dreaming, her half thoughts. She knew already who was sitting at the end of the bed, twirling her wand back and forth.
"Shada said that I was making it up," she whispered. "That you came without being called."
The girl flashed a wide smile.
"You, lie? He didn't know you well enough."
And both smiles faltered, because he was one of the ones who had died.
Her pale hand reached out, laid across her sun-kissed one. She didn't ask "are you okay" but the question hung in the air anyway.
The answer hung there too.
No. I'm not okay.
Mana sat up in her bed, drawing the covers around herself. Her hands, clothed in the linen, came up around her ears and she squeezed her eyes shut as though she could block out all of the horrible sights and sounds and memories that knocked around in her head all day, every day.
"I don't want to remember anymore," she said, her voice breaking.
Cool hands wrapped around her shoulders, squeezed her tight, drew her up against a the warm bulk of her other spirit half.
"It will be all right," the girl said, stroking Mana's hair like a mother might, if Mana had known what a mother was like. "It will be all right."
Mana sank into the girl's arms, pressed her face into her shoulder.
And cried.
It was all she could do.
"Stay with me," she whispered, desperately.
"Always," the girl said. "Always and forever. I promise."
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A/N: I like this ship, I think. Not sure if I did it any justice but this project is honestly starting to wear on me a bit ^^; Next is Kashipping (Blue Eyes White Dragon x Diabound), which is MUCH different from what I just did, Kaashipping, because it only has ONE "a." XD
