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zarahjoyce) wrote2014-10-25 05:35 pm
zarahjoyce) wrote2014-10-25 05:35 pm
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MSM fic: Passages (3/?)
Summary: Probably post ep 24 and heavy spoilers for ep 26.
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9. His room in the Ozu household wasn't anything grand or big. Hikaru didn't mind; he had no right to. After all, technically he was imposing on them, even if he was teaching them everything he knew in return. He was more than grateful that the siblings were content to share everything they had with him.
(they weren't much, truth be told. more than once did he see urara and makito talking in hushed tones, both wearing grim expressions. he knew, even without them telling him anything, that they were talking about their household expenses, and how their household budget wasn't enough to cover for everything.
he wished he could help, but he didn't know how. in magitopia all his needs were provided for; and yet here, in the surface world--
everything was so complicated here.)
Sighing, he pushed the door open - and paused. There on his nightstand was a small white paper bag, neatly tied with a golden bow. Lifting it, he found a folded note beneath.
thank you for saving my brother.
Hikaru smiled. There was no signature, but there was no mistaking the sweet gesture, either. Only one in the household could ever be so thoughtful.
Intrigued, he pulled open the bag and found a dozen or so circular things inside it. He took one and, enamored by the aroma, bit into it.
He had never tasted anything so heavenly.
(everything's so complicated here.)
10. The next morning, he wasn't surprised to see that she was awake like he was. Coffee was already brewing; it awoken his senses better than the morning air did.
(he didn't realize he would like it over tea until he'd tasted it.)
good morning, hikaru-sensei.
good morning, urara.
She smiled at him and he at her, and it was so very painfully normal that he wished--
--no, no. He couldn't.
thank you for your gift yesterday. i properly received them.
Her smile widened. i'm glad. i didn't know if you'd like chocolate chip cookies but i had to--
oh, is that what they're called?
you didn't know?
He stirred his coffee. there are so many wonderful things in the surface world that magitopia lacks. urara's cookies, unfortunately, are one of them. Hikaru paused. but you didn't have to thank me for saving tsubasa. as your sensei, i would have done the same thing for you. for any of you.
She blinked, and her expression softened. thank you, hikaru-sensei. but i'm hoping you won't have to, ever again. and i know my siblings know better than want you to prove it to them.
He smiled. just the kindness that one would expect from miyuki-san's children.
Unexpectedly, she stepped closer to him and grabbed his arm. but let's not talk anymore about it, ne? not over breakfast, at least. your eggs are getting cold.
He didn't know it then, but it was the first of many, many normal mornings between them.
11. He didn't realize he had never witnessed Urara's anger at someone else firsthand - not until Smoky decided to do something foolish and actually earned it.
smoky will be staying here! punishment for your prank! stay home and think about what you did!
--ah, Smoky. Predictably, the magic cat tried to deny any wrongdoing on his part; when that tactic failed, he resorted to appealing to his master to reverse the punishment that the 'second daughter' had given him.
Hikaru knew better. The holes now marring the Mandora Boy's leaves were proof of Smoky's guilt; he'd be foolish to ignore them.
(just as he'd be foolish to go against Urara when even her brothers - holders of legendary and infinite powers borne from courage - were more than just a little bit afraid of her now.)
urara is right to scold you. you have no defense this time.
He didn't even have to look at her to feel her approval.
12. The stench of Smoky's going-away 'present' didn't even bother him; he was used to it, somewhat. It came with being the master of a foolish and playful cat.
But it bothered him how forlorn and downcast she was, now.
It bothered him that she was more bothered by Smoky's sudden departure than he was.
and here I thought he'd finally learned how to behave.
finally?
And he told her about how he came to 'adopt' Smoky.
don't worry. he's ran away so many times before, but he always comes back.
It was meant to soothe her; this had happened so often before that Hikaru lost the will to count them all. Three hours were not too short a time for the cat to come to his senses and return to the lamp on his own.
He always did.
but... smoky was crying.
...was he? Hikaru turned to her, realizing that he didn't notice what she did. Was the magical cat capable of tears?
i'm going to look for him.
The simple statement - and her subsequent exit from the Magic Room - was enough to startle him. Why? Weren't his words enough to comfort her? Did she not believe in him?
Wasn't she mad at Smoky before? Then why the concern over him now?
urara..?
13. If he was startled before, it came nowhere near what he felt after two things:
First was after she'd engulfed him - and Smoky - in a hug, overjoyed that that cat was saved by Hikaru's timely appearance. She'd then vouched for Smoky's innocence, though there was no need for it - he already knew, having seen Vancuria's admittance of impersonating Smoky to fool them all.
Second was when she'd grabbed the magic lamp from his hands and performed an attack with Smoky similar to his own: smoky blue shining attack!
In all his years of being Smoky's master, not once had he seen the magic cat voluntarily do an attack in combination with another soldier. And piloting Travelion, no less! And yet--
If his gaze lingered on her for seconds more than it should, he'd rationalize that he was just thinking how each of the ozu siblings were growing not only in strength but in spirit, right before his very eyes.
that's great, urara. you might also create a new legend.
He took a sip of his coffee and smiled.
Just as one would expect from Blagel's daughter.
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9. His room in the Ozu household wasn't anything grand or big. Hikaru didn't mind; he had no right to. After all, technically he was imposing on them, even if he was teaching them everything he knew in return. He was more than grateful that the siblings were content to share everything they had with him.
(they weren't much, truth be told. more than once did he see urara and makito talking in hushed tones, both wearing grim expressions. he knew, even without them telling him anything, that they were talking about their household expenses, and how their household budget wasn't enough to cover for everything.
he wished he could help, but he didn't know how. in magitopia all his needs were provided for; and yet here, in the surface world--
everything was so complicated here.)
Sighing, he pushed the door open - and paused. There on his nightstand was a small white paper bag, neatly tied with a golden bow. Lifting it, he found a folded note beneath.
thank you for saving my brother.
Hikaru smiled. There was no signature, but there was no mistaking the sweet gesture, either. Only one in the household could ever be so thoughtful.
Intrigued, he pulled open the bag and found a dozen or so circular things inside it. He took one and, enamored by the aroma, bit into it.
He had never tasted anything so heavenly.
(everything's so complicated here.)
10. The next morning, he wasn't surprised to see that she was awake like he was. Coffee was already brewing; it awoken his senses better than the morning air did.
(he didn't realize he would like it over tea until he'd tasted it.)
good morning, hikaru-sensei.
good morning, urara.
She smiled at him and he at her, and it was so very painfully normal that he wished--
--no, no. He couldn't.
thank you for your gift yesterday. i properly received them.
Her smile widened. i'm glad. i didn't know if you'd like chocolate chip cookies but i had to--
oh, is that what they're called?
you didn't know?
He stirred his coffee. there are so many wonderful things in the surface world that magitopia lacks. urara's cookies, unfortunately, are one of them. Hikaru paused. but you didn't have to thank me for saving tsubasa. as your sensei, i would have done the same thing for you. for any of you.
She blinked, and her expression softened. thank you, hikaru-sensei. but i'm hoping you won't have to, ever again. and i know my siblings know better than want you to prove it to them.
He smiled. just the kindness that one would expect from miyuki-san's children.
Unexpectedly, she stepped closer to him and grabbed his arm. but let's not talk anymore about it, ne? not over breakfast, at least. your eggs are getting cold.
He didn't know it then, but it was the first of many, many normal mornings between them.
11. He didn't realize he had never witnessed Urara's anger at someone else firsthand - not until Smoky decided to do something foolish and actually earned it.
smoky will be staying here! punishment for your prank! stay home and think about what you did!
--ah, Smoky. Predictably, the magic cat tried to deny any wrongdoing on his part; when that tactic failed, he resorted to appealing to his master to reverse the punishment that the 'second daughter' had given him.
Hikaru knew better. The holes now marring the Mandora Boy's leaves were proof of Smoky's guilt; he'd be foolish to ignore them.
(just as he'd be foolish to go against Urara when even her brothers - holders of legendary and infinite powers borne from courage - were more than just a little bit afraid of her now.)
urara is right to scold you. you have no defense this time.
He didn't even have to look at her to feel her approval.
12. The stench of Smoky's going-away 'present' didn't even bother him; he was used to it, somewhat. It came with being the master of a foolish and playful cat.
But it bothered him how forlorn and downcast she was, now.
It bothered him that she was more bothered by Smoky's sudden departure than he was.
and here I thought he'd finally learned how to behave.
finally?
And he told her about how he came to 'adopt' Smoky.
don't worry. he's ran away so many times before, but he always comes back.
It was meant to soothe her; this had happened so often before that Hikaru lost the will to count them all. Three hours were not too short a time for the cat to come to his senses and return to the lamp on his own.
He always did.
but... smoky was crying.
...was he? Hikaru turned to her, realizing that he didn't notice what she did. Was the magical cat capable of tears?
i'm going to look for him.
The simple statement - and her subsequent exit from the Magic Room - was enough to startle him. Why? Weren't his words enough to comfort her? Did she not believe in him?
Wasn't she mad at Smoky before? Then why the concern over him now?
urara..?
13. If he was startled before, it came nowhere near what he felt after two things:
First was after she'd engulfed him - and Smoky - in a hug, overjoyed that that cat was saved by Hikaru's timely appearance. She'd then vouched for Smoky's innocence, though there was no need for it - he already knew, having seen Vancuria's admittance of impersonating Smoky to fool them all.
Second was when she'd grabbed the magic lamp from his hands and performed an attack with Smoky similar to his own: smoky blue shining attack!
In all his years of being Smoky's master, not once had he seen the magic cat voluntarily do an attack in combination with another soldier. And piloting Travelion, no less! And yet--
If his gaze lingered on her for seconds more than it should, he'd rationalize that he was just thinking how each of the ozu siblings were growing not only in strength but in spirit, right before his very eyes.
that's great, urara. you might also create a new legend.
He took a sip of his coffee and smiled.
Just as one would expect from Blagel's daughter.