Just One Minute (#072-Minute, Midou Ban x Kudo Himiko)
Title: Just One Minute
Fandom: Get Backers
Characters: Midou Ban x Kudo Himiko
Prompt: #072 Minute
Word Count: 310
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Okay, fine, I know the title’s overused like freaking heck, but…it fits. At least I think it does. Drabble inspired by a scene from the manga (squee!) but it’s not my interpretation of that part or whatever. Drabble includes some stuff that are manga-only, and is finally hopelessly plotless, so I beg thy forgiveness in advanced. :D
SECOND AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those who don't know, Ban's blood has this ability to--er, not so sure if it's healing or restoring life but either way he can save people from death. He did it in the manga by kissing someone. Proceed. :)
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Just one minute.
One incomprehensible, unbelievable minute-he was kneeling over her, was pressing her tightly against him, his face buried in her shoulder as hers was in his. Dust and smoke and debris and destruction surrounded them, and blood from him, blood from their enemies, and most of all blood from her. His lips were bleeding, she knew. She could still taste him and his blood, feel the ancient magic from his kiss of life thrumming through her veins, restoring her, lifting the shadow that had nearly claimed her. The haze in her mind was clearing, and she could feel her legs folded uncomfortably under her, was conscious of her hands caught between their bodies, clutching tightly at his torn shirt-
Yet again, she thought, dizzy and detached. Another shirt completely ruined in battle.
His arms were wrapping her possessively close; his breathing was choked, shuddering and erratic. Had she not known him better, she would have thought he was trying not to cry.
Just one minute-
It wasn’t a dream.
“Ban,” she spoke in a small, scared voice, raising her head weakly.
She felt him shift his grip only so he could turn his face into her hair. She felt wetness on his cheek, and she struggled to comprehend that he was, indeed, crying.
His exhale was long, slow, shaky, his breath ghosting warm over her neck. “You and your idiotic bravery-don’t scare me like that again, you stupid, stupid girl,” he said, voice hoarse and broken.
She squeezed her eyes shut and still felt the tears leak out. “I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked and shuddered, she tried in vain to control her sobs. She buried her face into his shoulder again, her words escaping her as if of their own will. “I love you.”
His reply was only to tighten his embrace, and to whisper fiercely, “Then stay.”
-EnD-
Link to table prompt >> HERE<<
crossposted to otp_100
Fandom: Get Backers
Characters: Midou Ban x Kudo Himiko
Prompt: #072 Minute
Word Count: 310
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Okay, fine, I know the title’s overused like freaking heck, but…it fits. At least I think it does. Drabble inspired by a scene from the manga (squee!) but it’s not my interpretation of that part or whatever. Drabble includes some stuff that are manga-only, and is finally hopelessly plotless, so I beg thy forgiveness in advanced. :D
SECOND AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those who don't know, Ban's blood has this ability to--er, not so sure if it's healing or restoring life but either way he can save people from death. He did it in the manga by kissing someone. Proceed. :)
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Just one minute.
One incomprehensible, unbelievable minute-he was kneeling over her, was pressing her tightly against him, his face buried in her shoulder as hers was in his. Dust and smoke and debris and destruction surrounded them, and blood from him, blood from their enemies, and most of all blood from her. His lips were bleeding, she knew. She could still taste him and his blood, feel the ancient magic from his kiss of life thrumming through her veins, restoring her, lifting the shadow that had nearly claimed her. The haze in her mind was clearing, and she could feel her legs folded uncomfortably under her, was conscious of her hands caught between their bodies, clutching tightly at his torn shirt-
Yet again, she thought, dizzy and detached. Another shirt completely ruined in battle.
His arms were wrapping her possessively close; his breathing was choked, shuddering and erratic. Had she not known him better, she would have thought he was trying not to cry.
Just one minute-
It wasn’t a dream.
“Ban,” she spoke in a small, scared voice, raising her head weakly.
She felt him shift his grip only so he could turn his face into her hair. She felt wetness on his cheek, and she struggled to comprehend that he was, indeed, crying.
His exhale was long, slow, shaky, his breath ghosting warm over her neck. “You and your idiotic bravery-don’t scare me like that again, you stupid, stupid girl,” he said, voice hoarse and broken.
She squeezed her eyes shut and still felt the tears leak out. “I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked and shuddered, she tried in vain to control her sobs. She buried her face into his shoulder again, her words escaping her as if of their own will. “I love you.”
His reply was only to tighten his embrace, and to whisper fiercely, “Then stay.”
-EnD-
Link to table prompt >> HERE<<
crossposted to otp_100