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mty redux
au tegomassuki. 515 words. g.
--randomest random to ever random written for tinyangl one night when she was missing tegomassuki and talking about scifi fantasy somethings. aka no i don't know what this is either.
She's the first to awaken, blinking life into eyes already accustomed to weeks--months? years?--of disuse. Her pupils dilate then narrow sharply as hot light seeps into her irises from all around her. Her eyelashes flutter shut and then it all happens at once; her throat tightens, nostrils flare, and something begins ticking in the space between her eyes. Evenly. One, two, three. She gasps.
And then she remembers to breathe.
The ticking resumes in her chest. Loudly at first, until it dulls into a low murmur. She tries her right arm first and her wrist snaps up awkwardly, before the rest of her hand and forearm follows. She flexes her fingers one-by-one and then reaches up to the back of her head. There are cobwebs in her hair. The rest of her limbs are intact, though stiff from the long slumber.
Slumber? Had she chosen to sleep?
She stands on wobbly feet, braces herself against the closest wall and takes one step at a time, one foot in front of the other, into an endless hallway of white. She's alive, this much she's gathered, but the ticking between her eyes is back, telling her that she's somehow incomplete.
And after what seems like a century she sees him sitting there.
Lifeless.
Dead.
Not. Alive.
And she forgets to breathe again because oh god, oh god, please be okay, please be alive, he can't be dead, he just can't be.
She collapses in front of him and raises a trembling hand--her right hand--and carefully moves the hair away from his eyes. They open slowly.
"M-Ma-chan?" His voice is raspy and barely recognizable, but something about the way his lips twist makes her heart leap with familiarity. She nods.
"Ta-kun," she answers, and already she feels more complete. She takes his hand in hers and sighs in relief.
He's not dead. They're not dead.
--They're?
The same concern seems to fill his eyes with confusion, and he raises his free hand, opens and closes his fingers into a fist.
"Yu."
She nods. Together they rise and set off further into the maze of white, hands held tight between them. It feels like forever, and once or twice a hand slips and the ticking sets in again before they both grab on a little tighter. Eventually they stop to rest, despite the burning in their chests that urges them on--go on, further on, just a little bit more.
It's only just as they both begin to feel the futility of the search that they hear it. Just one note at first. And then another. In succession. In scale.
And neither knows who started running first--or who remembered how to run first--but then they are and their hearts are pumping and the ticking grows louder and louder and--
"I knew you'd find me. I knew you wouldn't die."
"We--could never die, Yu-kun," Ta-kun replies, shaking his head.
"Never," Ma-chan repeats, stretching her free hand towards him. Yu-kun takes it and it's been a while, but finally--finally--they feel complete.
one more and the backlog of fic will be complete! hooray!
mty redux
au tegomassuki. 515 words. g.
--randomest random to ever random written for tinyangl one night when she was missing tegomassuki and talking about scifi fantasy somethings. aka no i don't know what this is either.
She's the first to awaken, blinking life into eyes already accustomed to weeks--months? years?--of disuse. Her pupils dilate then narrow sharply as hot light seeps into her irises from all around her. Her eyelashes flutter shut and then it all happens at once; her throat tightens, nostrils flare, and something begins ticking in the space between her eyes. Evenly. One, two, three. She gasps.
And then she remembers to breathe.
The ticking resumes in her chest. Loudly at first, until it dulls into a low murmur. She tries her right arm first and her wrist snaps up awkwardly, before the rest of her hand and forearm follows. She flexes her fingers one-by-one and then reaches up to the back of her head. There are cobwebs in her hair. The rest of her limbs are intact, though stiff from the long slumber.
Slumber? Had she chosen to sleep?
She stands on wobbly feet, braces herself against the closest wall and takes one step at a time, one foot in front of the other, into an endless hallway of white. She's alive, this much she's gathered, but the ticking between her eyes is back, telling her that she's somehow incomplete.
And after what seems like a century she sees him sitting there.
Lifeless.
Dead.
Not. Alive.
And she forgets to breathe again because oh god, oh god, please be okay, please be alive, he can't be dead, he just can't be.
She collapses in front of him and raises a trembling hand--her right hand--and carefully moves the hair away from his eyes. They open slowly.
"M-Ma-chan?" His voice is raspy and barely recognizable, but something about the way his lips twist makes her heart leap with familiarity. She nods.
"Ta-kun," she answers, and already she feels more complete. She takes his hand in hers and sighs in relief.
He's not dead. They're not dead.
--They're?
The same concern seems to fill his eyes with confusion, and he raises his free hand, opens and closes his fingers into a fist.
"Yu."
She nods. Together they rise and set off further into the maze of white, hands held tight between them. It feels like forever, and once or twice a hand slips and the ticking sets in again before they both grab on a little tighter. Eventually they stop to rest, despite the burning in their chests that urges them on--go on, further on, just a little bit more.
It's only just as they both begin to feel the futility of the search that they hear it. Just one note at first. And then another. In succession. In scale.
And neither knows who started running first--or who remembered how to run first--but then they are and their hearts are pumping and the ticking grows louder and louder and--
"I knew you'd find me. I knew you wouldn't die."
"We--could never die, Yu-kun," Ta-kun replies, shaking his head.
"Never," Ma-chan repeats, stretching her free hand towards him. Yu-kun takes it and it's been a while, but finally--finally--they feel complete.