Summary: Maki's got a scary movie on the brain. Does Nico have a cure?
It had been a long day. Breakfast and lunch for her sibs, audio engineering classes at university, errands to run in the evening and another early day tomorrow. Nico tiptoed into her bedroom, took off her coat, then collapsed on the bed, her arms out. For all her life, Nico remembered constantly being in motion, constantly striving, seeking out new groups, new songs, new ideas. Was there a world somewhere where Yazawa Nico just drifting along, her talents shining as naturally as sunlight, illuminating the easy path?
"Daring!" Maki's text tone. Nico reached to grab her phone, rolling up into her pillows and grabbing a squeezeworthy plushie to substitute for the currently absent Number One girlfriend in the universe.
M: Are you okay? Are you home yet?
N: Maki missed Nico.
M: ¬_¬
N: How is Maki?
M: Scared.
That was surprisingly honest. Had something happened? What was Maki planning to do tonight?
Nico hit "Call."
"Are you all right? Did something happen?"
"It's embarrassing."
"Tell Nico."
"Honoka and Rin wanted to watch that movie, the one with the two universes and the girl who switches…"
"And…"
"In one universe, she's married to her first crush, in the other, all the same choices lead to murder…"
"That's just a movie, Maki-chan. Scriptwriters make choices for shock value. They want screams and nightmares."
"But there was all this science, Nico-chan, she was a scientist, studying parallel universes, bubble universes, string theory. And the other woman was a musician and the movie kept merging romantic themes with musical themes, heavier and heavier, atonal."
Nico was going to thrash Honoka and Rin.
"What if I make a wrong choice, Nico-chan?"
Nico had a mental pic of Maki, in a dark room, leaning against her headboard, laptop out for searching articles about murderous multiverses, worried amethyst eyes with a gemlike glow in the low light.
"Close your laptop."
"What?!"
"Just close your laptop, Maki-chan. Now. Listen to Nico."
A hesitant "okay."
"Now, get up, grab your headphones, stop by the kitchen and grab the cookies Nico made you, go to the media room, put on the playlist Nico is sending you, and we dance until you fall asleep."
"That's silly."
"Nico knows you. And Nico is not being silly. You'll be up all night and tomorrow everything will look like a different universe because your eyes won't fully open. And then you'll wonder if Nico's started taking stabby classes from Umi."
"Stabby classes?" Maki sounded like a giggle was lurking. Nico grinned.
"Stabby samurai classes for the universe where Nico is the mother of a green eyed motorcycle riding samurai assassin."
The start of a giggle. "You're being silly…Wait, green eyes?"
"My dad had them." A pause. A the grand sweeping Nico view of the universe, "She'll be tall and cool like Maki, and smart and sharp like Nico and all the scary parallel universes will collapse like dominoes before her blade into the Number One Universe in The Universe, where Nico Rules All."
"With Nico's stabby samurai sword." Maki barely got the words out between laughter as she remembered two Halloweens ago, Nico in kendo gear, armed with a shinai, indignant that no one could see her face. Definitely ready to rule, the fiercest and stabbiest and tiniest of warriors.
"Exactly." Nico chuckled, "And that's how you get a movie script, Maki-chan."
Maki inhaled, calmer. "I love you, Nico-chan. And our stabby samurai future daughter."
Nico imagined the perfect lips of her girlfriend changing from a grim line to a fond smile.
"Go get the cookies, Maki-chan. Then we dance." Like the best warriors, Nico's aim never wavered from her target.
"Cookies do sound good."
Maki had relaxed, Nico could hear it in her voice, relaxed enough for a yawn to sneak in. Snickerdoodles and silliness for the win. Nico fist pumped. She'd have to come up with something to cook to take over to Maki's tomorrow.
"That's my girl. Let's dance."
"Sure."
A/N: It started out as a text fic then veered to silly. Hope you enjoy!