A/N: That horrible moment where you know the ending of the fic, but the middle is flipping you off. Anyway, finally updating this! Enjoy!
3.5-4
"Ah, she's exploring again."
"Ssh, you'll wake the poor lad."
Koushiro's head throbs, and that's the only reason he doesn't sit up. There's a tutting noise above his head. The voice is feminine. "Oh, now look, dear."
"My apologies." A hand removes something dried from his head. A cloth? "Careful, lad, you're rather dehydrated." A cup is tipped to his lips and he drinks gratefully. Only when he can breath and not feel like he chewed sandpaper does he open his eyes. The room is a bit wobbly,even still. A woman watches him, still holding the cup.
"Sorry about him," she says, looking at the man who is bustling behind them with a cup. "Bit of a loudmouth. You should hear him on logarithms."
"Isn't that what you married me for?" he calls back. The woman winks at Koushiro and pretends to be offended.
Koushiro can only stare. "Where's… where's Mochimon?"
As though signaled by the gods, the little pink blob hops to meet him, beaming. "Koushiro-han, you're all right!"
"Exhausted," he says, joy filling his chest. "But yes." He dips his head to the couple, filing into his brain that these are real actual humans who aren't dead living here, and very well as the case may be. He is so relieved but he still finds the presence of mind to ask them, "Who are you?"
"Kasahiro and Yuriko," the man replies in a breezy voice, which, looking back, doesn't really answer the question at all. "We're an old couple who found their way here and decided to stay."
"Not that we could leave our little girl behind either," Yuriko says with small chuckle.
A family… with a child?
Koushiro manages to think this before a jagged pain rushes through him from head to toe and he falls back, vision turning white.