Wednesday, July 7, 2010

When Elves Sing Pt2

Elfen Lied-fanfic. Set after the end of the series. What became of Lucy and the others at Kaede House after the events in the series? For that matter, what will happen to the diclonius race?
Part two out of three, as this story is now finished finally.
(Lucy/Aiko, Nana/Mayu)




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Disclaimer: see part 1.





When Elves Sing Pt2
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by Carola “Ryûchan” Eriksson







“A-are you really leaving?”

Lucy’s departure from the garden had been followed by a long silence, Nana thinking hard and clutching the pink phone while Mayu watched on anxiously. Finally the black-haired girl could take it no longer, she wanted to know.

Nana nodded slowly. “I think so. I need to learn to control these new abilities before I hurt more people.” She hesitated and stared at her prosthetic hands.

Mayu hugged her, hard.

Smiling just a little Nana embraced her friend as tenderly as she could, leaning her chin on Mayu’s shoulder. That was another problem with her prosthetics, really. To her surprise Nana was starting to grow in ways that when she thought about it suggested that she would be tall, but prosthetic arms and legs could not grow. It already looked awkward and just slightly wrong if she did not wear clothes that covered her limbs, because the artificial limbs were those of a child and the rest of Nana was starting towards adulthood.

But no matter how much she needed this, wanted this in truth, leaving would not be easy. Not even if it was for less than a year. Nana’s heart felt like breaking just thinking about it.

“I-it is not that I want to leave.” She tried to explain herself to the girl sobbing quietly in her arms. “But Mayu? I think I have to. A-and I’ll come back you know, as soon as I can.”

The other girl nodded and mumbled with a voice so choked Nana would not have heard the words had they not been so close. “...I’ll miss you so much.”

“I’ll miss you too Mayu.” Finding herself in a stranglehold Nana tried to soothe her upset friend. “We, we will call one another, all the time! And, um, I’ll do my best to come back really soon! I promise.”

They drew apart enough that dark wet eyes could meet conflicted pink. “C-can I come visit you?”

Nana thought of the things Lucy had told them, and the things that, judging by the dark look in her eyes, she had not. Nana was a diclonius too, and born and raised in that place... she understood the things that had not been spoken, and she certainly knew what life was like for them. It didn’t make what she was going to have to tell Mayu any easier.

“Mayu...” She began haltingly, gently cupping Mayu’s face and trying her best not to get lost in those wide, pretty eyes that looked at her so heartbreakingly. “Lucy did not say it but I know enough about how these things work to tell that the procedure she mentioned, the one that would give me back arms and legs... it will be difficult, and painful. Very, very painful.”

“As much as I hate the thought of not being able to see you for so long, I would rather that you did not try to visit me there.”

“But, why?” Mayu gasped, hurt and confused.

“Because,” Nana leaned her head against Mayu’s for a moment, feeling keenly the strong and bone-deep affection she had for this person tug at her helpless heart. “pain I can take, as much as I have to. Seeing you cry... I can’t.”

As Nana carefully wiped the tears from Mayu’s cheeks she could see clearly how the hurt faded into first surprise and then wonder. Mayu leaned into Nana’s hand, causing another twinge of longing and affection to tug at Nana.

“If you think it will be that painful,” Mayu whispered while leaning into Nana. “do you have to go through with it?”

An involuntary laugh briefly escaped Nana’s lips, but it was not a happy one. Realizing that the other girl didn’t understand she tried her best to explain. “Mayu, how does it feel when I touch you? How does it feel with my hand like this?”

Mayu’s first response was to blush sweetly, causing Nana’s heart to beat a little faster, but as she was about to answer something in Nana’s expression made her stop and think about it from a different angle.

It was true that Nana’s prosthetic limbs in general held room temperature, so as they had been outdoors for a while the hand against her face was considerably more chilled than one would have expected. While most people wouldn’t be able to tell it from a casual touch, Mayu knew well enough that the hand that touched her face felt just a little bit too hard and vaguely unelastic when compared to a real one. Although she hated to think like that and felt as if it was some kind of betrayal to even admit it to herself, the hand on her face felt like a doll’s hand. A very well-made doll’s limb, but still a doll’s.

She didn’t need to answer because Nana could see the dawning understanding in her eyes and just smiled wistfully.

“You know, I can’t really feel this.” Nana said so softly that it was almost a whisper. “My vectors let me move arms and legs as much as I would like to, but I can’t actually feel what I touch or what touches me.”

“If you imagine yourself wearing a glove over your hand, a glove made of thick metal and then covered in a layer of some slightly rubbery material, and then imagine touching something while wearing it, I think that would be about the same. I can tell I am touching something, of course, but that’s really all.”

“Oh don’t cry Mayu... please?” The dark-haired girl nodded and tried her best not to, even if she hurt for Nana.

After a long moment of silence Nana spoke slowly, smiling shyly at Mayu. “I wonder about it sometimes, what it would be like... what it would feel like, touching you.” Lost in her innocent fantasy Nana did not notice that Mayu blushed bright red at her words. “What it would be like if I could hold your hand in mine.”

“I bet it would be warm...” She whispered to herself but was cut off when Mayu suddenly grabbed hold of her head with both hands and pressed their lips together in a sweet and lingering kiss.

When she finally let go of the stunned Nana Mayu hugged her tightly while hiding her face.

“I will wait for you.” She husked almost directly into Nana’s ear. “I will wait for you forever if I have to, so you make sure you come home to me! Okay?”

Nana nodded, hugging back as hard as she dared. “I promise. I swear I will, so just wait for me.”

Awkwardly shifting around Nana tried to get a tiny bit of space between them, desperately wanting to see if she would be allowed another kiss. Just as their eyes met and they instinctively started leaning in towards one another the door to the house opened with a small thud, followed by Yuka calling for them. Blushing they jumped apart just as Yuka came into view to summon them inside. Obediently they followed their young maternal figure, occasionally sharing shy but meaningful glances when Yuka looked away.

Nana squeezed the cellphone in her pocket. As much as it hurt to have to leave just now, with something simply amazing happening between her and Mayu, Nana felt reassured by Mayu’s promise.

She could do this. And when she came back she would know what it felt like to hug Mayu with her very own arms.

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It had taken time, but finally Lucy had tracked her down. That bastard had been quite thorough when he hid her away, although Lucy was somewhat grateful for that. Kurama had changed the girl’s name and hidden her away for the same reason he had told Lucy that she had died; it was the only way to keep her safe from the organization.

Ever since she had come across the information that her friend had in fact not died when they were children, Lucy had been so determined to find her that she had never stopped to ask herself why or what she would do when she found her. That was why as she stood outside the apartment door that was essentially all that remained to keep her from seeing her friend again Lucy found herself at a loss for what to do.

If she rang the bell and the other woman answered, what would she say? What would she do? According to the information she had managed to gather her friend had woken up from all the surgeries performed on her with amnesia, no longer remembering her past or even her own name. Kurama had patched her up, given her a name, and shipped her off to be an orphan in care of the state in a city far away from where they had been. The woman on the other side of that door would not know her, would not remember childhood promises, and likely would not be so accepting a second time when it came to horned, pink-haired strangers.

Torn between cursing her lack of foresight and her sudden lack of courage, Lucy stood in front of the door indecisively. At least she had thought to not wear her now customary all-black, and instead worn denim pants and jacket with a white sweater, hoping to come across less intimidating than she usually did. In a fit of sentimentality Lucy had located a hat similar to the one she wore when the two of them had met, even though in the warm weather it was a rather silly thing to do.

Suddenly the door in front of her swung open, and before Lucy could react she was looking right into a pair of startled brown eyes.

“OH!” The woman in the doorway jumped slightly but composed herself rather quickly, unlike Lucy who gawked at her in a most uncharacteristic way. “I’m sorry, were you looking for me?”

Fighting a faint blush Lucy shook herself back to attention. “If you are the one called Yamamoto Megumi, then yes.”

The other woman looked intrigued and opened the door wider while taking a step back. “Yes, that’s me. Might I ask who you are and what this is about?”

“I’m Lucy Blackhorn” Lucy began automatically, but then trailed off looking at the expectant face in front of her. “Ah, that is an assumed name though, something like my working name. My real name is Kaede.”

How long had it been since she had spoken her real name? How long since anyone had called her that?

Looking at the woman in front of her she knew exactly who had spoken it last. That was why she used it now, this was the one person she wanted to know her not as Lucy or Nyu or whatever other name the world might attach to her. From this person, this person alone, she always wanted to hear her real name.

The brunette smiled and stepped aside, indicating for Lucy to come inside. “Blackhorn? That is a rather unusual name. Foreign?”

Lucy chuckled quietly. “Despite my unusual appearance, I’m not. Though I was a foundling I’m absolutely certain that I at least had Japanese parents.”

“I see.” Curious eyes took in Lucy’s hair. “I hope I am not being too rude, but I must say that your hair is a lovely shade of pink. How did you manage that?”

“I was born with it.”

Clearly a bit embarrassed by her question the other woman chose not to comment on that, although Lucy could tell that she was discreetly being studied. The brunette reached up and released the haphazardly tied ribbon in her own hair, allowing dark brown waves down to be quickly patted into a more attractive cascade down a slender back. Lucy grinned a little at the move and the other woman, realizing she had been caught, blushed slightly and looked away.

“So, um, Miss Blackhorn,” She began only to be cut off by Lucy.

“Kaede, please.”

“Ah, alright... Kaede.” There was a touch of surprise, but the brunette accommodated the request. “What did you want with me?”

A hug, a kiss and an offer to stay until she turned eighty, a treacherous little voice suggested instantly, causing Lucy to feel embarrassed. She really should have expected her hormones to call for her attention in this situation; becoming an adult had given her a painfully strong urge to find a mate, and unlike Nana she had no-one close enough to her in life to even consider in that light. Besides she had to admit that the woman before her was oh so very lovely.

“You lost your memories of your early childhood when you were seriously injured as a little girl, correct?” The brunette gasped and instinctively put one hand on a spot on the upper right side of her chest. With a pang of guilt and horror Lucy thought it must be where the scar of the exit wound would be. “I may not be able to give you your memories back, but I can at least tell you your name, where you can find your parents, and how it was that you came to be shot. That is if you want me to.”

“You, you knew me?” The stunned woman sat down abruptly, as if her legs would no longer carry. “You knew me... before?”

“And you know my real name? I know I used to think there was something wrong with ‘Megumi’ back when I came to the orphanage...” Brown eyes met pink ones with a desperate intensity. “My parents! Did you say that you could tell me how to find them? Everyone thought my parents must have been killed when I was shot, because there was never anyone looking for me.”

“Your parents did search for you, for years, but you were taken so far away from them and given a different name, so they could never track you down. I’ll give you their names, address and phone numbers if you want them. But...” Lucy hesitated. “I’m not sure how much difference it makes now, but they did not treat you well when you were little. You had run away from home when we met, although you had decided to go back to them just before... things happened.”

A long silence followed, while one woman struggled to take in the knowledge that she had family after all, and the other simply grateful for the opportunity to look at the adult face and try to find traces of the child she had known.

“Can you tell me what happened?” The brunette asked eventually, her voice hushed. “What happened and why, um, Kaede?”

Involuntarily smiling a little at the sound of her name, Lucy nodded. “The what I can answer if you like, but the why... is a far longer and more complicated story.” The smile died and was replaced by an openly pained look. “The why is a terrible, horrible story of bloodshed and madness, and once you have heard it can’t be undone no matter how much you wish you didn’t know any of it.”

Sad pink eyes studied the woman in front of her seriously. “It is my story. Are you sure you really want to hear that, Aiko?”

The woman in question gasped and clasped both hands to her face. Lucy nodded slightly in understanding.

“Takada Aiko, that is your real name.”

The newly renamed woman mouthed her name, looking as if she was about to cry, before standing up and moving closer to Lucy. Silently Aiko studied Lucy with a strange kind of intensity, until finally she reached out and pulled the woolly cap from Lucy’s head.

Unsure of what to do Lucy froze in place, painfully aware of the wide and watery eyes that stared at her horns. She had wanted to ease that bit of information into the conversation later, if it turned out to be necessary to at all. Though she supposed it was for the best, conversation was, as she felt should be painfully obvious to Aiko already, not her strong suit.

“Magic.” Aiko whispered, gingerly touching one of the black horns, stunning Lucy in the process. Then with a sob she threw herself into Lucy’s arms, weeping helplessly on the taller woman’s shoulder.

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Lucy had found herself holding the weeping woman for a long time while emotions ran their course, and was quite a bit surprised at herself for not being uncomfortable in such close and prolonged physical contact. When Aiko recovered from her torrent of emotions she pulled Lucy with her into another room to show her something.

While dragged around it occurred to Lucy that Aiko was clearly quite fond of the colour pink, and she wondered if it was somehow connected to herself but dismissed it as coincidence. When Aiko pulled her in front of a bookshelf where three hand-painted plastic figures were carefully displayed, it was far harder to dismiss anything as coincidence. It was also quite difficult to know how she was supposed to react.

Digging up half-forgotten memories from the less painful moments of her long-ago childhood, Lucy vaguely recognized the figures as a character from a children’s show she had liked, only she was quite certain that character had blue hair and yellow horns. The figures on Aiko’s shelf were painstakingly painted with pink hair and eyes, and had tiny white horns. Whether Aiko had consciously remembered her or not, she had still painted these plastic figurines in Lucy’s image.

It was a struggling and, for Aiko, emotional conversation after that, during which Lucy told Aiko how they had met and made friends, but no more. The emotional upheaval took its toll on Aiko, and eventually Lucy left with a promise of returning the next day for further conversation.

A week passed this way, with Lucy spending a number of hours each day with Aiko, telling her the whole story on Aiko’s insistence. Aiko was understandably horrified and wept often, but to Lucy’s gratitude and relief her tears were on Lucy’s behalf, and Lucy often found herself hugged when she had finished recounting a particularly difficult part of her past.

They had just finished the tale about the past and slowly gotten into what Lucy hoped and planned for the future of diclonius children when the call came from Nana and Lucy had to leave. For the next five months Lucy and Aiko had contact mostly through phones and the internet, and only very rarely through Lucy managing a short visit. Lucy did her best to support Nana through the painful process of regaining her limbs, and also began their training once Nana was strong enough to do it. Meanwhile Aiko contacted her parents and set about the slow and tentative process of getting to know them again.

One way or the other the two of them spoke daily, and in time Lucy came to reveal all her plans for the future. Aiko expressed interest in coming for a visit at the base, and less than six months after their reunion Lucy welcomed Aiko to the large island complex where Lucy had spent most of her life since the two had first met.

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“So, what do you think of this so far?” Lucy asked, coming to stand by the large window in what was now her office. There was a storm outside making the view a bleak one of torn, dark skies and the raging sea.

“It is heartbreaking.” Aiko sighed as she walked up and to Lucy’s surprise put her head on the taller woman’s shoulder. “All those children, all those beautiful little girls, so unwanted and discarded by the people that bore them.”

Lucy smiled a little and somewhat awkwardly put her arm around Aiko loosely. Although she had told Aiko about the situation with diclonius children long before the other woman had come to the compound, the sight of all the orphaned infants and toddlers in the temporary sleeping dormitories had affected her deeply. So far during her visit whenever Lucy had to leave Aiko’s side the dark-haired woman would wind up there, helping the staff with feeding or cleaning them, or sometimes just singing the little ones to sleep.

“You are a good person, Aiko. Few humans can be as accepting of a diclonius child as you are.” She told her gently, wishing she could better relay her gratitude for Aiko’s compassion. “In time I hope it will change, through information or the sheer increase of diclonius births, so that more and more children will be allowed to stay with their biological parents. Until then I will do all I can for them to have good lives here.”

A section was already being rebuilt into proper dormitories to replace the temporary ones all the children were kept in, with play and learning areas. Rooms elsewhere in the compound that had once been the sites for various kinds of experiments on diclonius children were also undergoing renovation, to become classrooms when the children became old enough. It was just a first step in Lucy’s far-spanning plans, but a necessary one.

“I wish there was something I could do to help.” Aiko was unaware of the havoc she was wreaking inside Lucy when she wrapped her arm around the taller woman’s waist and gently rubbed her cheek against her shoulder. “Is there anything I can do to help? Kaede? I know I am just a secretary, not a doctor or scientist or even a teacher, but still... I want to do something.”

Unable to quite help herself anymore Lucy wrapped her arms more properly around Aiko, gently holding the smaller woman in her embrace while leaning her cheek against the side of Aiko’s head. She couldn’t see the charmed smile on Aiko’s face as she eagerly slipped into the embrace, but she felt the arms that encircled her lovingly and shivered just slightly.

“Thank you just for thinking that way.” Lucy said quietly, feeling silken hair run through her fingers. “Normally I would say that we can use whatever honest help is offered, but... it would be dangerous to you.”

“How so? Do you mean that the little ones would view me as a threat if I was here? I thought you said that they would not grow their vectors until three or four years old, at which time you will be training them?”

“The babies are not the only diclonius children here, we have several older children and a handful of young teens that are undergoing schooling as well. Not all of them are well adjusted to the presence of humans yet, which is why you can only walk around unescorted in the section where the youngest are.”

“Since it appears to be easier for the young girls to be around humans if those are carriers of the diclonius genes, everyone that is willing to work here undergoes that change.” Lucy did not mention that while the idea had come from Arakawa and not herself, Lucy had made sure she had personally taken care of that detail for all humans at the base that had not yet carried the diclonius gene. “You are not a carrier, Aiko.”

“I’m not?” Aiko was genuinely surprised by this, after having heard the whole story from Lucy she had assumed that she had become a carrier while they were children, whether her friend had meant to do that or not. “Well, if that is the only problem, couldn’t you... make me one?”

The body in her arms stiffened immediately. Aiko tried to rub soothing circles on Lucy’s back, wondering how to explain herself. With a blush she felt grateful that Lucy could not see from this angle, she didn’t think it was entirely a good idea to mention that lately she had thought quite a bit about having children, and about having them with Lucy. She didn’t want to come across as too desperate after all, yet here she was, six months after their reunion, basically mapping out how they would be having children and getting married.

“I don’t mean to sound presumptuous, but I quite like the idea of having diclonius children someday.” She chuckled a little. “Which does not mean that I’d be of any use to you anyway.”

“That’s... not the only” Was she really going to tell Aiko about it? “...threat to you.”

Leaning back in Lucy’s arms a little Aiko gave Lucy a questioning look.

“Remember how I told you that for a diclonius entering adulthood the urge to... find a partner, a mate, becomes overwhelmingly strong? Given time it could become too strong to resist.”

“But Kaede,” Aiko began, genuinely baffled. “if I understand you right none of the children here are anywhere near old enough to worry about adult urges for years yet, there is only you and Nana. And even if there were, I don’t see why I would be any bigger a target for that than any other woman he-“

“It is me!” Lucy blushed after her far too loud and sudden outburst. When Aiko stared at her with wide and stunned eyes she continued in a far more subdued manner. “It is me, I am the one that might become dangerous to you in that sense.”

“I, these feelings, and my instincts,” Lucy looked away, unable to face Aiko’s reaction. “because I care, I, and with such need, and there is-“

The chopped up rambling was cut off by gentle hands cupping her face. Lucy blinked, startled.

“If you don’t want me here, for whatever reason, I won’t push. But I just need to know, do you react like that because your, ah, urge is that strong and I just happen to be the adult female you spend most time with right now, or is it because... you have any romantic feelings for me?”

The room was silent, not even the sound of the storm outside reaching through the heavy soundproofing of the building.

A hand still not entirely accustomed to gentleness took a careful hold of Aiko’s chin. “Is this answer enough?” The kiss was sweet, longing and surprisingly chaste, and to Aiko far to brief.

“That depends...” Aiko smiled dreamily up at Lucy. “What does this tell you?” She hooked both arms around Lucy’s neck, pulled her down, and proceeded to kiss her with everything she had.

The kiss escalated into a series of deep, passionate and increasingly hungry kisses, and by the time they drew apart Aiko was lying down on Lucy’s desk with Lucy herself hovering on trembling arms above her.

“Don’t tease me, Ai.” Lucy’s voice was strained with the effort of holding back the need to claim the woman she so wanted, to join them, by force if Aiko was not willing. Her eyes glowed a deep pink with desire.

“I’m not teasing.” Aiko smiled breathlessly, keenly feeling the pull of those glowing eyes. “You can consider that a confession... and an invitation.”

Like that Lucy’s arms and knees buckled, collapsing her with a loud groan directly onto the woman whom was finding it increasingly hard to be at all rational herself. It was sheer willpower that allowed Lucy to use her vectors to push away from Aiko even the smallest bit.

“I... can’t hold back anymore.” She ground out between tightly clenched teeth. “Aiko, you need to run!”

Unsteadily finding her feet Aiko followed the other woman’s small retreat. “No. I would never run from you.” A strong blush and an expression that was equal parts love and desire settled on her features as she reached up to caress Lucy’s face. “I’d run with you.”

“Especially since the top of your desk isn’t the best place for our first time.” Despite her shyness Aiko managed a mischievous look that made Lucy growl softly. “So... bedroom?”

Tomorrow. Tomorrow they could talk like sensible people, properly confess feelings and decide about the future. For right now Aiko just needed Lucy with a desperation that should have scared her, if those glowing eyes did not burn away all capacity for coherent thought.

They were going to be together. It was inevitable now, like sunrise, and she welcomed it.

With a giggle Aiko grasped Lucy’s hand and pulled, getting them both to stumble into a half-run towards Lucy’s personal quarters and her bedroom. Thankfully it was not far from her office, really just the next door over in the hallway, although by the time they reached the hall itself Aiko was already in Lucy’s arms and the two were kissing passionately.

They stumbled through the door, neither of them noticing a few items of Aiko’s clothing that did not come with them or the bespectacled woman in a labcoat that gawked at them.

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Nana rolled around the bend in the hall to find Arakawa standing with her ear pressed against the door to Lucy’s private rooms, clipboard in hand and busily scribbling away. Looking between the clothes that were spread across the floor and the strange look on the scientist’s face, Nana groaned in understanding.

“Really doctor...” She scolded gently as she pushed her wheelchair closer, absently using her vectors to pick up Aiko’s discarded clothes along the way. “is this something you should be doing? You know Lucy will be angry with you when she finds out.”

“Miss Blackhorn!” Arakawa turned to Nana with a scarily maniacal gleam in her eyes. “This is crucial data!” She waved her clipboard eagerly but did not protest when Nana carefully nudged her away from the door. “Did you know that diclonius’ eyes glow when mating is initiated? Do your eyes glow? Is it just during initiation or for the duration of-“

“I am really only barely old enough, and I haven’t done anything like that.” Nana hurried to interrupt even if it was embarrassing. She winced a little at the noise as she carefully opened the door just enough to hurriedly place the clothes inside, before placing a hand on the still scribbling scientist’s arm. “All I know is that Lucy and Aiko are very much in love, and we should give them some privacy.”

Arakawa looked anything but convinced, and it took a bit more effort to pull her along. Nana internally cursed her newly minted ‘sister’ for leaving this up to her. “Why don’t we go talk somewhere more private, doctor? Like I said I have no experience of my own, but I’ll do my best to be as forthcoming in answering your questions as I can.”

Still torn but apparently tempted enough to agree, the scientist allowed Nana to lead her down the hallway away from Lucy’s door. An invitation to freely grill a queen carrier, especially when this one was less prone to dangerous anger when questioned too much about sensitive subjects, was too good to pass up. The maniacal gleam was back.

Nana groaned again, resigning herself to a few hours of really embarrassing interrogation.

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As Nana stepped out of the black helicopter, stomach full of butterflies and her heart pounding nervously in her throat, she felt rather grateful that Lucy and her recently acquired fiancé had spent several days preparing, coaching and primping her for this moment, the moment she would meet Mayu again after being apart for so long. She wondered though why neither woman had mentioned the embarrassing way her hands kept sweating, and whether or not she would ruin her brand-new pants surreptitiously wiping her hands on them.

They had agreed on Mayu meeting up with Nana alone, the rest of their little family waiting for her at home to give them some time to themselves. Nana had instructed the burly black-clad men Lucy had sent along to go ahead and deliver Nana’s rather awe-inspiring amount of luggage to Kaede House without her, planning to take her time walking across town with Mayu.

Oh gosh, there she was! And how incredibly pretty... Nana just melted.

Nervously she slipped one vector into the large but stylish handbag she was carrying with her, locating by feel the small metal cylinder that contained the loaded syringe that was Nana’s insurance against a sudden loss of self-control around Mayu.

Lucy had been reluctant to give Nana the very strong compound that would knock Nana out once injected, but she did understand Nana’s fears and eventually agreed. She too knew of the horrible abuse in Mayu’s past, and understood the danger of the diclonius mating urge at full strength combined with being in love. Still, according to Lucy that particular urge should not yet be as overwhelming for Nana, so Nana was to use it as a last resort only, overcoming temptation by virtue of her self-control as much as possible instead.

Aiko had laughed and assured them both that the speed by which she and Lucy had gone from first kiss to full consummation had not been a problem, but Aiko wasn’t Mayu. Lucy took Nana aside and cautioned her to keep vigilant if her eyes should start to glow, as Lucy suspected that when that happened their own arousal would somehow be partially projected to their partner, meaning Lucy was not entirely sure Aiko’s eagerness to become intimate quite so soon had been entirely her own. That prospect in particular had been chilling for Nana, and as such she would keep both the syringe kit and a small pocket mirror handy at all times around Mayu.

She had of course talked to Mayu about all of it before they made plans for her to return home, but still... Mayu had seemed a lot less concerned than she should have been, and Nana could not help but wonder if she in her awkward stammering had failed to fully explain things.

All of these things mattered not one bit when suddenly Nana found herself tackle-hugged with such intensity that all thought, as well as Nana’s brightly coloured cane, fell blithely to the wayside. Forgetting to be worried Nana simply returned the embrace, treasuring the feel of Mayu in her arms.

She was so very warm and soft, and oh that scent felt like home... Nana was not quite tall enough to tuck Mayu entirely under her chin, but the height difference was still enough to fit them together nicely. Just as she had always thought, holding Mayu in her very own arms was simply heavenly.

After a hug far too long to be just friendly Mayu drew back a little. “Let me look at you.” They smiled at one another and Nana waited for the inevitable comment.

“Wow, you’re tall!” Mayu seemed surprised, even though Nana had told her that she had gotten taller with the addition of her limbs.

“I hit a growth spurt.” Nana grinned and decided not to mention that Lucy was convinced that she would grow quite a bit more before she was entirely done. “Does it look weird?”

“Oh, no! Not at all, you look great, you look...” Mayu blushed prettily while her eyes roamed the length of Nana. “really great.”

In a none too subtle attempt to distract them both from her blushing Mayu picked up the fallen cane and turned it over in her hands before giving it back to Nana. “How very cute.” She smiled at the abstract pattern of flowers, suns and stars on the brightly coloured cane.

“The cutest ever.” Nana pointedly did not look at the cane, meeting Mayu’s eyes instead with a rather serious expression. “And the prettiest too.” Her reward was a stronger blush and a sweet smile.

“No cute nurses?” Mayu teased playfully, bumping slightly into Nana but not hard enough to risk making her stumble. She weaved their arms together with a surprisingly possessive air and gently nudged Nana into walking.

Resisting the urge to snort when thinking of the ‘nurses’ she had encountered, Nana responded simply and truthfully “None like you. Never like you.”

The quietly mumbled “good!” that accompanied the squeeze of her arm was not meant for Nana’s ears, but she heard it anyway. She had a wide smile on her face as they left the airport and wandered off into town.

In town people stared at them as they made their way slowly in the direction of Kaede House, those that did not stare at the pink-haired and horned young woman stared at two girls so obviously together. Far from everyone that stared did so out of any malicious reasons though, so the girls paid little attention, only stopping when approached by people they knew. In this particular part of town the people that knew them and that wanted to exchange a few words with Nana after her long absence were quite a few, delaying them long enough for the sun to begin to set as Nana and Mayu reached the long and winding steps that would take them home.

Because Nana still needed to rely on her cane from time to time the climb up to Kaede House took longer than it otherwise would, and as they stopped to rest halfway up Nana took a few extra moments to admire the view of the sunset over the city. Mayu snuggled up to her and rested her head against Nana’s shoulder.

In no hurry to move now that she was allowed to hold Mayu, Nana was content just watching the sunset for a long while in silence. Eventually she turned slightly to say something to Mayu, but the words never reached her lips as Mayu chose that moment to lean up and press her own to them.

Like their first kiss this one was sweet and all too brief. Mayu leaned back slightly and put her arms around Nana’s neck. “Welcome home, Nana.” She whispered warmly. “I have been waiting for you.”

Nana felt her eyes sting just a little and drew her arms tighter around Mayu, but once more whatever she had been about to say was stolen away by Mayu’s kiss.

This time they didn’t draw back, and Nana responded eagerly. While starting out sweet and innocent their kisses soon grew deeper, more ardent, until Nana was leaning up against the stone wall with Mayu, warm and sweet and incredible, in her arms. Once more Nana’s cane had rolled away, and the handbag she carried had ended up a few steps up from them.

Only parting when they needed air Nana found herself staring dreamily into the dark eyes of her girlfriend, wanting to continue kissing her with an intensity that managed to rattle her back to her senses. Realizing the danger of the moment, Nana ducked out of the embrace and cast desperate eyes about in search of her handbag.

Stunned, and for a moment feeling just a little rejected, Mayu followed. Nana spilled a fair part of the contents of her bag in search of her mirror, until finally, with hands that shook a little both from excitement and nervousness, she pulled it out.

Mayu felt both a bit relieved and quite a bit flattered when she realized what Nana was up to, carefully checking both eyes in the small mirror. With a wry smile she reached out and snatched it away.

“Trust me, they’re not glowing.” Something halfway pleased and halfway mischievous passed over Mayu’s face. “You think kissing me would be enough for you to...?”

“Oh yes!” Nana nodded fervently, then blushed and looked a bit sheepish. Mayu giggled a bit and hugged her, but decided not to tease and instead bent down to help pick up the things Nana had dropped.

“Nana?” Mayu spotted something strange. “What is this?”

Instantly reaching for the metal cylinder containing the syringe on reflex, Nana gulped and glanced at Mayu. But no, it was not the cylinder that Mayu had spotted, rather a small black box with a piece of paper tied to it.

“I don’t know.” Nana said honestly, receiving the box from Mayu and looking at it curiously. “I haven’t packed anything like that... it must be from Lucy.”

Nana untied the note while Mayu looked on with wide eyes. Nana might not recognize a jewellery box when she saw one, but Mayu certainly did. She wondered briefly if she should be worried that Lucy would send jewellery for Nana, but dismissed the thought a bit embarrassed, after all the two of them were officially sisters now.

“Um, it just says ‘For when you will need it’, and it’s signed ‘Lucy’. Nothing else.” Nana frowned. “I wonder what that is about?”

She opened the box.

“Erm... Mayu?” Nana spoke slowly and very quietly. “Is that...?”

“I-I think so.”

Inside the box where two matching delicate rings in white gold, set with a single sparkling jewel each that shifted from soft pink to deep purple depending on the light. That they were engagement rings seemed painfully obvious to the young couple that, despite the fact that they had just now been eagerly making out, had yet to speak words of deep love or mention anything about their future. They both blushed and looked away from one another awkwardly.

“So. For when you will need it, huh?” Mayu said eventually, trying to sound casual about it and not succeeding very well.

“Mm. If I’m really, really lucky... then one day, maybe...” Nana glanced at her shyly, earning a charmed smile and quite unable to not smile happily in return. “They’re pretty rings, don’t you think?”

“Yes, very pretty.” Still blushing but smiling widely they quickly gathered up the contents of Nana’s bag, securing the black box especially in a separate pocket, and retrieved the cane.

Hands entwined they started up the final length of steps towards home, happy smiles on their faces and their thoughts on the twin rings tucked away in Nana’s bag, what it meant for them both for the present and the future. And Nana forgot to worry.





Thursday, July 1, 2010

When Elves Sing Pt1

Elfen Lied-fanfic. Set after the end of the series. What became of Lucy and the others at Kaede House after the events in the series? For that matter, what will happen to the diclonius race?
Part one out of three, as the story is now finally finished.
(Lucy/Aiko, Nana/Mayu)


Read When Elves Sing Pt1




Disclaimer: I actually don’t know who all owns the rights to Elfen Lied, but if anyone thought it might be me... they haven’t been paying much attention. XP

I’ve never read the manga, only watched the anime, so this is based on the anime and a little something from the Wikipedia page I read when looking for the name of a certain character. Mostly though I am, as always, just making stuff up as I want.
This is set after the end of the anime, and among the f/f there is some mention of Kohta/Yuka as well.





When Elves Sing
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by Carola “Ryûchan” Eriksson






Nearly two years had passed since the painful and blood-ridden events that had restored Kohta’s memory, cost Nana a father, and ultimately lost the young family living at Kaede House one member. The peace that ensconced itself after all the blood washed away was hard to believe in for all of them at first, but it had held.

On special occasions they still set the table for one extra person, their own way to honour and remember the one that was lost to them, and a way to keep the hope that somewhere out there Nyu, or Lucy, was still alive.

Two years almost to the day since the horror a familiar figure stood at the door of Kaede House.

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Kohta stared at the woman in front of him for a good long while without speaking, not quite comprehending what he was seeing. She in turn remained still, unspeaking, merely patiently giving him the time he needed, knowing full well the change that had come over her since he had seen her last.

In the end it was not Kohta that spoke, but Yuka, prompted to check for herself what was going on when he did not return to dinner.

“NYU-CHAN!” The brunette cried with piercing loudness, instantly sparking reactions from inside the house as well, and she threw herself at the somewhat taller visitor. “Nyu-chan! Nyu-chan, it’s you! You’re home!”

The black-clad woman in the doorway was slow to return the exuberant hug, but when she did it was warmly, with a somewhat friendly and perhaps even slightly affectionate smile playing at her lips. Kohta’s eyes narrowed with a small touch of alarm.

“No Yuka, that’s not Nyu-chan.” He cautioned, reaching out as if he thought to pull the now crying woman away. The wry look directed his way stopped him, and then the two younger girls joined them.

“Nyu-san!” Mayu cried out and joined the hug briefly before she and Yuka stepped back, releasing their hostage. Nana was far more cautious in her approach.

“Lucy-san?”

Upon hearing the name the others grew still, taking a closer look at the tall and slender figure in the doorway. Clad all in black, in a very businesslike suit, overcoat and with a black hat now dangling from one hand, the person in front of them was indeed not very reminiscent of the child-like being they had called Nyu. The wistful smile on her lips, a smile clearly given by one for whom there had been precious little in life to smile about, supported Nana’s choice of names as well.

“Yes, Nana.” The one called Lucy stepped forward, not attempting to hug or even touch the younger pink-haired girl, but still close enough and relaxed enough that it suggested friendly intentions. “How has life treated you?” Dark pink eyes swept from face to face. “Nana. Mayu. Yuka.” A brief pause. “Kohta.”

It was a strange reunion, both tense and happy at the same time. Although they were all happy to see their friend alive and well, the women of the Kaede House were at something of a loss at what to do when Kohta was so obviously torn. Finally Yuka settled it by simply inviting Lucy in for dinner.

Sitting at her given spot, quietly eating from the familiar bowl with a small but undeniably happy smile on her face it was easier to look at Lucy and see their friend returned. Nana, supported by Mayu, chatted on cheerfully about their lives in the two years that Lucy had been absent, and the pink-haired woman listened attentively until the girls wound down.

“Congratulations.” This was directed at Yuka with a look towards her hands and the engagement ring resting on one finger. The brunette jumped slightly in response, unsure what to say and feeling strangely guilty for some reason. Lucy looked amused at this. “I’m glad Kohta knew what was good for him and finally proposed.”

Seeing the expressions of varying degrees of disbelief and surprise around her, Lucy took a last sip of tea before explaining herself.

“I will always love you. Always.” She faced Kohta’s torn expression with an almost stern one of her own. “But it was never like that. It never could be... that kind of love.” Her serious honesty had Yuka nodding slightly even before realisation dawned with a relieved glow in her eyes. “The bond between Kohta and I is... different.”

Lucy looked away, not quite able to hide the pained and haunted expression in her eyes. “And our bond was washed black with my unforgivable sins long ago.”

When it seemed the room would fall into pained silence after Lucy’s statement Mayu took it upon herself not to let it. “Lucy-san? If you don’t mind my asking, but why are your horns black now?”

“Ah, these?” Lucy touched her now considerably smaller and almost completely black horns absently. “I don’t know if you were told, but I lost both my old horns in battle two years ago. Or I should say that they were damaged, since I did not lose them entirely.” Although ostensibly responding to Mayu Lucy directed the rest to Nana. “I lost the use of my vectors when my last horn was damaged, but they began growing back in very quickly. As you can see my new horns are black and not yet to full size, but with them my vectors have both returned and grown in strength and number.”

“It appears as if for me it was necessary to shed the horns of my childhood in order to begin life as an adult. Likely they would have fallen off by themselves when the time was right, though now they have grown in a bit sooner than they probably would have.” Lucy leaned forward somewhat. “That is part of why I am here; I need to speak to you privately, Nana. There are things that must be done, for the future of our kind as well as for your own personal future.”

Seeing the cautious looks on the humans present Lucy actually looked sheepish for a moment. “No, I mean, for a future of peaceful coexistence, for the survival of my kind alongside humanity.” Lucy knew only too well what words like these sounded like coming from her, the diclonius queen that had walked through her life knee-deep in the blood of humans that crossed her path. “I want to prevent further bloodshed and madness, and I don’t want any diclonius child to have to grow up knowing such pain and suffering as we did.”

“I see.” Kohta said after a while, frowning slightly. “I won’t ask you what your plans entail, just that you do not involve Nana or anyone else from this family into anything dangerous or violent.”

Sighing, Lucy shook her head. “It is anything but, and besides that it has to do with Nana’s own health.” Mayu looked extremely worried at that, grasping one of Nana’s prosthetic arms into both of hers a touch protectively. “You don’t need to worry, it is just that I need to talk to Nana privately about it.”

“Very well.” Kohta managed a softer expression. “What have you been up to for two years, Ny- er, Lucy? Did they stop chasing you?”

“Have you been eating properly?” Yuka added with concern and a surprisingly maternal air. “You look so thin.”

Lucy smiled briefly in appreciation at Yuka, but as she spoke it was in response to Kohta and her expression grew very serious. “I will not tell you the details, as my survival and the following months were bloody and filled with death, and you should not have to listen to that.”

“As I made my way away from here I was injured and had lost both horns and my vectors. I knew I was easy prey for the people that were after me and that I had to lay low, however I hadn’t counted on that bastard Kurama finding a conscience just before he died. It turns out that he defected, and knowing apparently that he would not leave the battle alive, he left me things.”

“Information. Weapons. Resources. He had even secured a hiding place for me, everything I needed to start taking the organisation and its sick and twisted leader, Kakuzawa, out. I even ended up with an inside source.”

“I don’t think he intended for me to do it the way I did. I made my way onto the island and into the inner sanctum, and told the old man that I knew of his plans and agreed to them. Whether I was convincing or whether he was already going that delusional from the genetic degradation he was undergoing I could not say, but he was nevertheless convinced that I had accepted to play the part of Eve to his Adam for the creation and rule of a new race that would replace all of humanity.”

The horrified gasps of the women in the room made Lucy stop to reassure them. “No, it wasn’t... the twisted old fool was easily seventy years old and both impotent and sterile since long ago.” She scoffed in dark amusement. “What he wanted was essentially my genes for his breeding facility, not realizing that his own had become unusable decades ago, so it was not difficult to avoid being molested by him.”

“He didn’t know that we diclonius are an all-female species, I take it? That we can only... mate... with other females?” Nana asked quietly, causing Mayu to blush.

“He thought that because he, through some accidental mutation or throwback gene to a discarded path of evolution, had horn-like protrusions on his head it made him a diclonius, and that as the only known male in a species of all females he would be both father, king and god to all.” Lucy shook her head. “The diseases of his faltering mutated body was eating his mind long before I came along. That he was allowed to gain such power of destruction and torment over our kind for so long is the true crime.”

“As it were he had killed off or sacrificed nearly all of the scientists in his employ, leaving a woman whose loyalty I bought for the price of regular showers, naps and a promise of not allowing him to kill her to be promoted to lead scientist. The organization as a whole was under my control in six months after I pretended to join Kakuzawa, as was his entire fortune.”

“I had him and a number of people genuinely dedicated to the extinction of the diclonius in the organization put down and assumed power myself about a year ago.” There was a touch of cruel darkness in her eyes as she told them, without even a glimmer of remorse. It made the others shiver to see, but at the same time there was a certain sense of inevitability to it all.

“Under the name of Lucy Blackhorn I have changed the purpose of the organization, for the survival and integration of diclonius children. After a while I was contacted by organizations and individuals outside of Japan that have interests in seeing the diclonius race prosper, and in joint efforts we have grown powerful.”

She smiled at them all, the darkness quickly evaporating. “The birth-rate has gone up tremendously just in this past year. As of now parents more often than not choose to abandon their diclonius children, which leads to them being left with us, but this will change as more and more are born. By the time these little ones will be old enough to go to school or interact with society there will be diclonius’ schools and neighbourhoods, and in a generation the sight of pink-haired children running around will be a common sight to everyone.”

“And in a number of generations...” Nana added slowly, thinking hard. “there will be no humans left, isn’t that true?”

The others gasped and stared at Lucy.

“It is evolution.” Lucy said gently, wincing at the outraged look on Kohta’s face. “If we manage to coexist in peace and stop trying to kill one another it will take longer, but yes, with the rate by which the diclonius gene appears to spread it is a matter of generations before there are no more so-called ‘humans’, simply because there are no more births that are not diclonius. It is not because of something I or any other diclonius have done, even if I can speed up the process a lot, but rather it is the way humanity is meant to evolve now.”

She allowed the silence to linger for a while before sighing and turning towards Yuka and Kohta.

“Yuka, you and Kohta will be married soon, right?” Yuka blushed slightly but nodded. “I’m sure the two of you will want to have children. If you were to have a baby that is born with pink hair and horns, what would you do? Would you not want her because she is not the same as you? Or would the fact that she comes from you be enough for you to love her anyway?”

“W-what are you saying, Nyu-chan?” Yuka’s eyes started filling up with tears as she was becoming increasingly upset. “How can you even ask that? Of course I would!”

Ignoring the tear that slid down her cheek Yuka reached out and took Kohta’s hand in a firm hold. “Of course we would love a child like that!”

“You are a good person, Yuka. And you will be a good mother.” Lucy’s warmly spoken praise was accompanied by enthusiastic nods and smiles from Mayu and Nana, but Kohta continued to look troubled.

“What are you really saying, Lucy?” He asked, ignoring the question that had in part also been directed at him. “Is there something you have to tell us before Yuka and I have children?”

The mood in the room grew more sombre again. Lucy hesitated but eventually had to reply.

“You are both carriers of the diclonius gene. I can’t say for certain how you came to have it, Yuka, but Kohta has been a carrier since our first meeting as children.”

“So that means... what?” Yuka felt like it had been one stressful thing after another this dinner, but having a diclonius child truly did not seem as such a serious thing as Kohta and Lucy was making it out to be. “That we might have a diclonius baby?”

“It means that whether together or with other people, you and Kohta both can only have diclonius children.” Lucy’s tone was apologetic, even though the woman she was speaking to seemed a lot less upset than earlier. “Neither of you can ever have a human child. I’m sorry.”

Facing Nana Yuka looked closer at slightly purple-tinted pink hair, dark pink eyes and pale horns, and then smiled affectionately at the friendly and pretty girl that was sheepishly smiling back. “I see no reason for you to be sorry for that. That just means that I will love and protect my children twice as much, to make up for the people out there that won’t understand how special they are.”

It took but a heartbeat or two, then Yuka found herself fiercely hugged by Mayu and Nana. She hugged them and patted them affectionately, and as she looked up again Lucy was standing there leaning towards her. She was a little surprised at the gentleness by which the tall pink-haired woman placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You truly are a good woman.” Lucy murmured, looking at Yuka with an expression that was at once warm, grateful and strangely sad. After a moment she nodded slightly and stepped back, catching Nana’s eyes as she did so.

“I won’t be staying much longer, so if you don’t mind I would like to speak to Nana for a moment.”

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Standing underneath a small cherry tree in the seldom used inner garden of Kaede House Lucy wondered idly if the two young women currently there with her were even remotely aware of how their actions regarding one another could be construed.

When Lucy had asked Nana to come with her to speak to her privately, Mayu had clung to Nana’s arm again and been so clearly unwilling to part that it had startled Lucy somewhat. When Nana had requested that Mayu could join them, not even questioning why the other girl would want to, Lucy had in mild curiosity begun to ask them if they were dating. A quick warning shake of the head from Yuka had stopped her in time, and she had just agreed to let the girl accompany them.

This changed things a bit though, as there were a few things Lucy was not willing to go into with Mayu present, no, with any human present, no matter who or how loved. She had not lied when she told Kohta and the others that the rapidly increasing births of diclonius babies was evolution’s work and not something she or anyone else was responsible for, but she had also neglected to tell them that she had and would continue to actively spread the diclonius genome to some degree still. It was a part of the agreement with the others, and also it helped keep the murderous instincts at bay.

“I am only going to ask this once, and then I will not mention it again. Nana, are you sure you would not rather we speak privately, just the two of us?”

“Of course!” Nana looked slightly offended at the question. “I have no secrets from Mayu. I trust her with anything.”

Lucy nodded, it was about what she had expected. She hoped Nana would not come to regret that trust in a human later, but ultimately that was Nana’s own choice. At least Mayu was one of the better humans Lucy had encountered.

“To start with I have to tell you that Kakuzawa’s scientists were wrong when they made the assumption that there was only one ‘Queen carrier’ at any one time. Although we are very few and, with one exception, geographically far between, there are a small group of us scattered across the world.” She let her eyes idly follow the white trail of a faraway aircraft as it crossed the blue expanse above. “As far as anyone knows I have been the queen of this part of the world since birth, but when I lost my horns and my vectors in battle it meant that for a short while I wasn’t, and another diclonius came to be a queen carrier as well.”

“You must have noticed it by now, Nana.” Lucy tried to be as gentle as she could, knowing it would be a shock to the younger girl. “You have grown stronger, gained abilities you did not have before, and the urge must have been awakening within you.”

“The murderous urge we all carry towards humanity would have become stronger, but there would also be a new urge that you can’t put a name to.” Nana’s squirming and the beginnings of a blush confirmed Lucy’s words. “You will have the increasing need to find a mate, but as strong as that is the urge to... spread our genetic heritage will be the hardest to resist.”

It was strangely endearing to see, the fierce blush on Nana’s face and how she made sure to look in just about any direction but Mayu’s, and how Mayu was blushing slightly while trying to catch Nana’s eye. Perhaps the part of finding a mate was already covered for Nana.

“You may not be consciously aware of it yet, but you have been using your vectors to spread the diclonius genome for a while now already. Likely it started with those that are close to you, and now any human that spend a moment in your vicinity is likely to be changed.”

The colour drained away from Nana’s face as if it had never been, replaced by a tightness and a dawning look of horror.

“D-do you m-mean...” Nana struggled to ask. “Yuka? Mayu?”

“I meant it when I said that I cannot tell how Yuka became a carrier.”

“But Mayu?” Nana choked out, eyes tearing up and threatening to overflow. “I’ve hurt Mayu. That was me.”

“No, you haven’t hurt me.” Seeing where this was heading Mayu hugged Nana, firmly, while briefly throwing a dark look at Lucy. “I’m not hurt, and you know I will never have children anyway.”

“Not that, um, I wouldn’t love a baby that looked like you, Nana.” Mayu elaborated with an increasing blush, not quite able to meet Nana’s eyes. “I just won’t... ever... with a man...”

Humans could truly be such a hateful breed, Lucy considered. The few good and innocent children born to their kind were always preyed upon it seemed... perhaps there was something they could do for the protection of children like Mayu as well? It would not be now, what resources they had must go to diclonius children and to carving a place for them all in society without death and bloodshed, but perhaps someday that could be an extension of their work. Shaking off that thought Lucy added a bit of information that perhaps the young dark-haired girl would find of use.

“As a queen carrier Nana can make you pregnant without the involvement of a male, if that is your wish. Ordinary diclonius’ require medical assistance to reproduce directly with someone that is not diclonius herself, but for a queen it is only a matter of concentration and will.”

“Ah, oh, er, I... um...” Mayu stammered weakly in response, awkwardly letting go of Nana as she fidgeted, none of them realizing that they were both blushing furiously and looking away from the other. “I-I see.”

“How?” Nana asked quietly, hanging her head so her bangs hid her eyes. “How do I do things like that? How do I stop myself from changing people by accident?”

“I will teach you.” Lucy could not help but think that this blushing girl was far more the future of their kind than she herself was, and she found comfort in that thought. “You will come with me to our base of operations, and I will teach you all you need to know. I had hoped that you might also be interested in how the organization works right now, and what plans I have for our kind for the future, perhaps even enough so that you might wish to participate.”

“Me? How?”

“The little ones that are in our care now, and all those children that will be born from now on... they will need people to care for them, teachers, guides... I can teach them how to control their abilities and how to battle their anger, but I cannot teach them gentleness. I cannot teach them to care for mankind.” For once Lucy’s face was as easy to read as it had been when she was Nyu, and it spoke of utter honesty. “You can.”

“You are the only diclonius I know in this country that successfully integrated in human society to whatever extent, and that has managed to live with humans for any longer period of time yet continues to love and care for them. That is what the little ones need to learn; you are the role model they need to look up to.” The sadness in Lucy was palpable. “Not a killer like myself.”

She stepped closer to Nana and put a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“That is the second reason why I hope you will come back with me, to learn of my plans and decide for yourself if you wish to have a part in them. The third reason is purely selfish on my part, although I hope you will agree that it is to your advantage.” If Nana was uncomfortable having Lucy that close at least she managed to hide it well, Lucy thought idly before trying her best to convey the seriousness of what she was going to say.

“Come with me back to the base, Nana... there is a treatment now, a procedure which can give you back the limbs I took from you.” Understandably the only reaction to Lucy’s words was stunned silence. “Our scientists can explain it in detail for you, for now I can only tell you that it is a lengthy process, that surgery and enhanced cellular growth is involved, but the end result would be arms and legs that are flesh and blood. Your flesh and blood, Nana.”

“It would take six to eight months at the very least, but if all goes as planned you will be able to return here on your own two feet in less than a year.”

There was more she had to tell her, but all things considered this would do for now. Lucy plucked a hot-pink cellphone out of the inside pocket of her jacket and handed it to Nana. “Here. Give it all the thought you need, then contact me whatever your choice might be.”

She spared a kind look upon both girls, then turned and walked away.

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Lucy calmly walked through the house towards the front door without stopping, and it was pure chance that Kohta caught sight of her as she was preparing to step out. Although as ever the interactions between them were awkward at best, he still wanted to exchange a few words before she left.

She nodded slightly at him as he stepped up beside her. “Give Yuka my thanks for the meal, and my gratitude for her acceptance. If either of you need to contact me Nana has my number. Don’t hesitate to call if you should need me.”

He nodded. “Will you be returning to... was it an island you mentioned?”

“Yes it is, but no.” There was a smile playing on her lips as she stopped for a moment and turned towards him. “Kohta, he lied to me.”

“All those years ago, the bastard lied to me.” In contrast to her words, her voice and the expression on her face was uncharacteristically happy rather than upset. “She didn’t die back then. He lied.”

“She is alive, and she is out there.”

Stepping out through the outer gates she turned around to face him for just a moment, the sunlight filtering down through the trees directly on her face, lighting up the wide smile she wore. For a moment Kohta with a painful pang to his chest saw not the woman in front of him but the girl, the child that in innocent joy had loved the sight of elephants and giraffes. But this was no child, and the warm and solid conviction in her voice as she spoke one last time over her shoulder as she left made this quite clear.

“And I will find her.”



Thursday, July 23, 2009

Apple-Shaped Heart

Claymore-fanfic. As well as Deneve knows Helen, she doesn't know why Helen loves apples so. (Teresa/Clare, Miria/Galatea, Irene/Flora, Helen/Deneve)



Read Apple-Shaped Heart




Disclaimer: Claymore belongs to Yagi Norihiro as far as I know, and certainly not this little dragon.
As I have never read the manga this is based solely on the anime and the odd spoilery thing I picked up off Wikipedia, but as I change around the official story to suit mine anyway, not to mention completely make things up, hopefully it won’t matter too much.

This is a sequel to “Paths of Silver”, “Chasing the Lightning”, “The Healing Touch” and "Awakened Love", and it is a Helen/Deneve story with tiny hints of other pairings in it. It is likely the last part of the series.


The order in which to read these stories:
1. Paths of Silver
2. Chasing the Lightning
3. The Healing Touch
4. Awakened Love
5. Apple-Shaped Heart





Apple-Shaped Heart
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by Carola “Ryûchan” Eriksson






Deneve had known Helen, really known her, for years.

While not exactly of the same group to become warriors, the age gap between them was small enough that they had crossed paths during the later days of Deneve’s training, and for some reason the skinny little blonde that somehow managed to grin widely through the pain had stuck in Deneve’s memory.

She had recognised her immediately when a few years after having become an active operative Helen, newly completed as a warrior and given a not to bad initial rank, was sent on a mission that overlapped Deneve’s own. Deneve had felt strangely relieved that Helen had come out of the hell that was the creation of the half-breed warriors still retaining her easy smile and playful nature. Deneve herself was far too serious in disposition, but for some reason she felt a touch protective when it came to the smile of that young girl.

Their paths crossed now and again after that, and when they both began climbing in rank, the occasions that they were sent out on the same missions or had their paths overlap increased greatly as well. Deneve could not say exactly how it had happened, one day it just seemed as if they had always been friends.

For some reason Helen always took a great deal of pride in Deneve rising a number or two in rank, more so than she appeared to do in her own, and pretty soon it became a habit of hers to always find a way to introduce Deneve with her ranking number, as if those she met should instantly know who Deneve was and be amazed. Deneve herself never put that much stock into the ranking system, she did not care what number she was, although there was something pleasant about Helen’s enthusiasm every time Deneve could tell her that she had made a higher number. What mattered to Deneve was fighting to the fullest of your ability and improving yourself, and for those things she often felt a completely irrational flash of pride on Helen’s behalf. She often thought that Helen should rank higher for her skills, but the Organization did not appear to see Helen in the same light as she did.

Of course Helen’s big problem was her temper. As quick as she was to smile and make friendly, just as quick was she to anger, and combined with her fierce sense of loyalty obeying rules and orders were not always enough to keep her in check. The first time Deneve had realized what strong loyalty was directed her way was when they, still not near the ranking levels they would eventually achieve, had been sent on a mission together with two other warriors against an Awakened being.

The Awakened being turned out to be some kind of false rumour, but they did not know that and spent several days together in and just outside a city near the coast. It had been night-time, and the four warriors had moved through the seedier district of the city to get to the other side. The group of men that staggered into their path were either too drunk or just too stupid to hold their tongues after seeing the claymore blades at their backs, for after the usual slurs about their humanity, one of them grew creative and wondered how come there was a male Claymore with them, pointing at Deneve. Soon several of them made raucous remarks regarding Deneve’s gender, but she had not paid them any mind and merely continued following their Captain.

Helen however exploded. By the time Deneve managed to pull her away Helen had managed to pound the men bloody, and as they held her back while the men scurried away into the night Helen told them, at a volume they could not miss no matter how fast they were fleeing, that her hacking choice pieces off of them was not the same thing as killing them.

Their Captain at the time had been amused by Helen’s protectiveness, and argued that since Helen managed to avoid drawing her sword there was no reason to report the event to her Handler. Helen would manage to get herself in trouble on other occasions soon enough for that.

Helen had also been there for Deneve in so many ways during the darker moments of her life. When she despaired and faltered, remembering her past and feeling shame for being a defensive warrior, Helen had been there to set her straight and ease her mind. In fact she had been rather thoroughly scolded for being reckless, something Deneve afterwards would always remember fondly. Similarly although she had not been there when Deneve experienced an Awakening for the first time, it had been thoughts of Helen that had given her the strength to turn back. She had thought of Helen, and of their promise.

It sometimes seemed to Deneve that the progress of their friendship could be graded after the locations in which they slept. When they first met they had started out on opposite sides of a small fire, but over time as they grew closer Helen had chosen spots closer and closer to rest, eventually coming side by side to Deneve. It felt like a good comparison.

The first time they had rested clearly on the same side of a fire, though not yet quite side by side as they eventually would, Helen had said it, right out of nowhere.

“You are my Black Card.”

“What!” Deneve had been uncharacteristically frantic then and she knew it, but for a moment she had feared that her friend was telling her that she wanted Deneve to take her head right there and then. It was the first time Deneve fully felt the fear of losing Helen. “What are you saying?”

“You’re my Black Card.” Helen had grinned as always, trying but not quite managing a casual and carefree air. “If I have to go that way, I want you to do it. Not that I plan to, but in case that happens anyway...” For a moment the seriousness had shone through very plainly, and it had touched Deneve deeply. “I want you to be the last thing I see.”

Deneve had closed her eyes in silence for a long moment before nodding her acceptance. “In that case you have mine as well.” She decided. “But let us not make that necessary for many years still.”

Helen had smiled then, not a grin but a smile. “It’s a promise, Deneve.”

And now here she was, sitting on the floor of a kitchen in the ghost town of Pieta, her back propped against a box of apples and with Helen resting her head on Deneve’s legs. They were in there ostensibly because the oven kept the kitchen not merely nicely warm but toasty, and according to Helen just because they would not die from the cold it did not mean they had to like it. Privately Deneve suspected that it had to do with the box of nicely stored red apples, but either way she did not mind giving in to Helen’s whims once in a while.

She wondered if she was being a bit overly solicitous with Helen right now, and if the other woman had picked up on it yet. It was just that Deneve had somehow managed to genuinely hurt her friend, though she still did not quite understand how or why, and knowing that had made her feel truly awful. She wanted to make up for it somehow, but was at a loss for how given that she really did not quite understand what happened herself.

It seemed so... innocuous.

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They had been watching Clare spar with Irene, Helen shouting absurd encouragements to Clare and making several other women also watching laugh. Undine had been there, and while Helen exchanged words with Miria, Deneve had walked over and engaged her former team leader in conversation. The conversation, complete with a few demonstrated sword grips and swings, had taken a lot longer than Deneve realized, and by the time she returned to the waiting Helen Clare and Irene’s match was long since over, several other women using the square for various things instead.

Helen had frowned and not looked at her when Deneve approached. That in itself was so unusual that it had alarmed Deneve, and she had tried to ask what was wrong.

Helen’s jaw jumped and her mouth opened and closed several times before she finally faced Deneve. “You really like Undine, don’t you?” There was something very strange about Helen’s voice. “You really like her a lot.”

A bit confused about the question and concerned about the way Helen acted, Deneve tried to understand what was really going on. “Yes, I do.” Certainly she bonded somewhat with the gruff warrior over their similarities; she had assumed Helen knew that.

The reaction to her simple reply stunned Deneve. Helen nodded, her lips pressed tight together in an expression Deneve had never seen before, and then suddenly Helen spun around and dashed off between buildings, heading for the forest.

Deneve could not move. In that brief instant where Helen turned away, Deneve could swear that she had seen the glitter of tears in her eyes. Tears! What was going on?

She jumped, startled, when a hand squeezed her shoulder.

“She is hurting quite a bit right now.” Miria spoke softly, having been nearby supposedly training a few of the less experienced, and had therefore grasped most of what had just happened. “It is better you wait until she returns to clear up the misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?” Deneve twitched instinctively in the direction Helen had disappeared, making Miria smile affectionately at her. “Hurting? Why? What did I do?”

“She thinks you prefer Undine and...”

“What?” Deneve interrupted, her usual calm quickly evaporating. “Prefer... to her? But Helen is my... Helen is...”

Deneve could swear she heard Miria chuckle under her breath as she patted her soothingly on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, it will be alright. Once she gets back you just pull her aside and tell her so.”

“Will she forgive me?” Deneve asked quietly, unaware that Miria had the sudden urge to hug her for the lost expression on her face. “Whatever it was that I did wrong, will she forgive me?”

“She will. Trust me.”

It had been a couple of very anxious hours for Deneve until Helen finally returned. When she did Helen sauntered up to her with a cheerfully apologetic face that felt altogether false to Deneve, and attempted to brush her sudden departure away.

Deneve stopped her by grabbing her by the hand, pulling her back out into the snow until they were somewhere a bit more private. Once they were Deneve began to stumble her way through both a heartfelt apology and an explanation that while she liked Undine, no-one compared to Helen, and there were no-one she cared about more.

Relieved to see Helen smile again, a beautiful genuine smile, Deneve didn’t question the sudden hug she received.

“I’m sorry too, Deneve... for being such an insecure baby.” Helen told her, squeezing her briefly before letting go. “That’s how much you mean to me, I guess.”

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A darkly red apple waved back and forth in front of Deneve’s vision, dangled there by a grinning Helen whom had relocated to rest her head on Deneve’s lap.

“Yes?” Deneve asked mildly, knowing she had been caught not listening but that Helen wouldn’t tease her too much about it.

“You could just have told me that the latest accounts of Clare being involved in public groping or getting caught putting her clothes back on in random locations was boring you, you know.” Helen teased lightly. “I was beginning to think I would have to sing to get you back from wherever you had gone to.”

Deneve chuckled. Helen’s singing was a force to be reckoned with, and it certainly would have gotten her attention. “Sorry, I got lost in thought.”

Helen nodded graciously and studied her apple for a moment.

“Don’t you think they look like hearts?” She held up the apple again. “See? It looks a little bit like a heart.”

A heart? Deneve grunted noncommittally, she wasn’t sure she had enough imagination to really agree. It just looked like an apple to her.

“Did you know that the first time I can remember eating an apple was the first time I saw you?” She didn’t give Deneve enough time to say anything to that, knowing the other woman wouldn’t know the significance of that.

“I was little, had really only begun my treatment, and I wasn’t supposed to be where the older girls had combat training, but I watched you anyway. I was so impressed by everything about you that I forgot I was supposed to go get something to eat.” Helen laughed a little. “My stomach growled and you heard it.”

“I hadn’t even noticed that there was an old apple tree there, but you turned around, slashed an apple down off a branch and bounced it with the side of your sword so it landed right in my hand.”

“Really?” Deneve felt just a little bit embarrassed for some reason. She never thought Helen remembered her from back then. “I don’t remember the part about the apple, but I do remember you.”

“You do?” Helen beamed up at Deneve, clearly pleased. “But how, if you don’t remember about the apple?”

To Helen’s amusement Deneve squirmed before answering. “Your smile.” She smiled a little herself in memory. “I would always remember your smile.”

Caught off guard Helen could not help but blush as she stared at Deneve in wonderment. Deneve felt rather pleased with herself.

It was then Helen’s turn to apparently lose herself in thought, but Deneve did not mind in the slightest. She was satisfied watching expressions come and go on the face of her friend in silence, and beside that Helen had been right, it was rather nice and warm in there.

Finally Helen nodded to herself and appeared to study her apple very carefully before sitting up and taking a small bite.

There was a surge of sudden motion, and then Helen was straddling Deneve’s lap pressing her lips to Deneve’s. Surprisingly deftly Helen pushed her tongue inside, delivering a small bite of apple before drawing back.

Sheer reflex made Deneve swallow the uniquely delivered morsel, but otherwise she sat completely unmoving, unblinking even, and stared at the bashfully blushing yet still grinning woman in her lap.

“Did I catch your attention?” Helen said softly to the stunned woman. “You never seemed to get it any other way I tried to show you how I feel.”

Somehow it appeared that it was still possible for Deneve’s eyes to go just a fraction more wide and round. Helen looked at her with an expression so sweetly loving it made something tug almost painfully hard in Deneve’s chest.

“I’ve come to the point where I have to tell you or I’ll just burst, so...” There was such earnestness on her face, and a vulnerability that was rare for her. “I love you Deneve. I have loved you for so many years now, and I don’t think I can ever stop loving you.”

She glanced away as she continued haltingly. “I, I guess you never thought about it... that you don’t really feel...”

Helen’s words were cut off by Deneve yanking her forward to press her lips to Helen’s in a firm but inexperienced kiss. After her initial gasp Helen quickly wrapped her arms around Deneve’s neck and responded with great enthusiasm, neither letting up for a good long while.

When they finally parted it was only far enough that Helen leaned her forehead against Deneve’s while they both took a moment to just breathe.

“Wow.” Helen murmured, earning an amused and happy little smile from Deneve. “I guess this means that you...?”

“Oh yes.” Deneve rumbled, thinking that it was very nice to have her arms around Helen like this, and that she didn’t want to let go anytime soon. “For a long time, I think.”

She could not quite see Helen’s happy smile in response to that, but the little squeal of joy more than made up for that, and then Deneve was pressed back against the crate with Helen’s lips and tongue eagerly returning to find hers.

They would spend hours on that floor, entangled in eager exploration. Dizzily it would come to Deneve at one point that she really knew Helen, and had known her for so many years.

But on some days Helen could still surprise her.





Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Awakened Love

Claymore-fanfic. Reunited at long last, Teresa and Clare’s relationship can finally grow. (Teresa/Clare, Miria/Galatea, Irene/Flora, Helen/Deneve)



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Disclaimer: Claymore belongs to Yagi Norihiro as far as I know, and certainly not this little dragon.
As I have never read the manga this is based solely on the anime and the odd spoilery thing I picked up off Wikipedia, but as I change around the official story to suit mine anyway, not to mention completely make things up, hopefully it won’t matter too much.

This is a sequel to “Paths of Silver”, “Chasing the Lightning” and “The Healing Touch”, and it is a Teresa/Clare story with tiny hints of other pairings in it.


The order in which to read these stories:
1. Paths of Silver
2. Chasing the Lightning
3. The Healing Touch
4. Awakened Love
5. Apple-Shaped Heart



Awakened Love
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by Carola “Ryûchan” Eriksson






That first moment that Teresa walked back into her life Clare had been caught in confusion, but what the mind had yet to fully grasp, her body knew. To body and soul alike Clare just knew Teresa, like she would never know anything else no matter what happened.

For Teresa it had been harder to reconcile the image in her memories, of the serious red-headed girl with green eyes that had seen too much pain, and the adult warrior before her, her pale blonde hair reaching no longer than her chin and her eyes the uniform silver of their kind. It was not until she looked into those same silver eyes as they changed, filling with the knowledge that Teresa was there, that she truly recognised the woman her young charge had grown into.

They fell into each others’ arms with desperation, clinging to each other for all the pain, the loss and the longing, for all the long years they had been apart. The world changed in that moment: the boundless love had returned, whole and unstoppable, and the pain inflicted upon it was fading.

That the other women looked upon the clingy pair and teased them about it mattered not at all; this time around they would squeeze in every moment of togetherness that they possibly could, and they would not be parted.

After the battles and her following long sleep, finally Clare was awake and fit enough to leave her hospital bed and move about as she pleased. Miria showed Clare and Teresa to a room that had been set aside for them, a simple room with little space left between the wide bed, a high chest of drawers and a small table with a washbasin, but nonetheless a private one for just the two of them.

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When Clare had been a girl their growing love had been simple, clear, and although Teresa at the time had not been accustomed enough with affection to have an easy time of showing her young charge how much she meant to her, they somehow managed.

With Clare as an adult, things were different although they did not grasp this at first.

“Can I sleep with you?” The softly spoken question from Clare on the first night in their shared room came with a small and melancholy smile, and did not really make sense in their present, given that the room only had the one bed.

Teresa knew the words instantly though and realized that for Clare, whom had been unconscious for the several days and nights already that Teresa had rested next to her on a small cot in the field-hospital, this was the first night they would be together since that time, all those years ago, when Clare as a little girl had asked Teresa the very same thing. Teresa never had the chance to fulfil the innocent request then.

“You are crying.” Fingers that now bore the calluses that marked a sword-wielder caressed Teresa’s face so very gently, brushing the tears from her eyes.

Teresa smiled at her wistfully. “You always were the only one that could make me cry.”

They lay down then, carefully embracing. By rights it should have been awkward, neither woman was used to such things, but for the two of them, together, it was just right.

Softly Teresa pressed her lips to Clare’s forehead, her cheeks and finally her lips before resting her cheek against the hair that while a different colour was still as soft as Teresa remembered. She wrapped her arms tightly around Clare.

For the first time ever Clare, having never told more than the rare snippet to anyone else, spoke of the events surrounding Teresa’s death. Silently encouraging the halting tale without interrupting Teresa wept again, her heart breaking for the child that had not only been forced to face that horror alone, but that in her grief had picked up the head of the person she loved and walked on... right into the arms of the Organization, condemning herself to a nightmare life just to cling to some small part of Teresa.

The story of Clare’s years at the Organization was by and large familiar to Teresa, having herself lived through much the same thing while becoming a warrior. Although it felt slightly strange to hear how Clare had found comfort in Elena, Teresa knew that she herself had found hers in Irene when they were young, and tried not to focus on the little voice inside that she alone should be the one to comfort her Clare.

After Clare’s story was done and Teresa had told what she knew of her own, they lay quietly for a while. Then Teresa raised herself up on one elbow and gazed at Clare, looking as if she hesitated to say something.

“What is it, Teresa?” Clare asked when no words seemed forthcoming.

“Can I...” Teresa’s eyes trailed to Clare’s abdomen. “May I see it?”

With anyone else Clare would not have been too willing to shed her uniform, but this was Teresa. Divesting herself of her clothes and lying down bare to searching eyes and gently brushing hands was not a problem. Not for her.

There was sorrow in Teresa’s eyes as she took in the sight of Clare’s tormented flesh, knowing full well how it had become like that and how terribly painful a process that was. Moving on impulse Teresa leaned down and pressed her lips to warm and strangely smooth-feeling skin in a brief caress.

A heartbeat later she leaned in again, beginning a trailing series of slow, gentle touches of lips and hands, washing every single part of warm skin with her love. It was a very healing thing, and once Teresa had covered all of Clare’s abdomen in her tender caress, Clare gently urged Teresa out of her own clothes and returned the favour with the utmost of love and adoration.

Afterwards they lay beneath the blankets, naked and entwined, holding each other close.

It became their routine whenever they decided to sleep, undressing to share a few gentle touches and then fall asleep like that, the sensation of skin against skin between them feeling like a natural thing. Even while awake they tended for closeness with one another, not really thinking much about it when mid-conversation with someone Teresa might walk up to Clare and just naturally wrap her arms around her. It was a source of some amusement to the other women of Pieta, but also a tiny source of hope that they, too, might someday know what it was like to have something slightly similar with someone.

Although there were many assumptions made about Teresa and Clare and the nature of their relationship, few would have suspected that the chaste little kisses and touches occasionally observed by others was all they did in expressing their love for one another physically. While it was in truth due to another budding couple that the concept of love in all its aspects between women of their kind was spread, Teresa and Clare were often made to share the credit.

In truth it took far longer for them to get to the point where the odd chaste kiss and simply sleeping naked together were no longer enough for them than for several other couples there.

It was a night much like any other, only instead of finding undressing and embracing one another to be peaceful and loving, there entered something restless and frustrated into their actions. Eyes roamed over pale, moonlit skin with a different feel, focusing on different things than before. Light touches and kisses, while sweet and loving as ever, made them tremble with frustrated need for more, for something largely unknown.

Clare, surprisingly knowing just a small fraction more about such things than Teresa, cupped Teresa’s face and brought her down for a kiss quite different than those shared before. Moving their lips and tongues together Clare led Teresa in a lover’s kiss, full of longing, need and hunger, but also of full of endless promise.

After her initial gasp of surprise Teresa responded eagerly, and they kissed this way until long into the night before this too was not enough.

Eventually awakening need and desire, and an imagination fuelled by new thoughts courtesy of their Captain’s newly famous enthusiasm with a fellow warrior, a new and different aspect of their love came into being between them.

Hesitant caresses became a gently exploring touch, and they moved together so slowly, so lovingly, reaching for them unexpected heights of pleasure again and again through the night. Finally tired they lay trembling slightly in each others arms, sharing soft words of love and devotion.

It felt like being complete at long last. And it felt like home.




Saturday, July 18, 2009

The Healing Touch

Claymore-fanfic. Miria is has a small wound,but help is not far .(Teresa/Clare, Miria/Galatea, Irene/Flora, Helen/Deneve)


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As I have never read the manga this is based solely on the anime and the odd spoilery thing I picked up off Wikipedia, but as I change around the official story to suit mine anyway, not to mention completely make things up, hopefully it won’t matter too much.

This is a companion story to “Paths of Silver” and “Chasing the Lightning”, and it is a Miria/Galatea story with tiny hints of other pairings in it.


The order in which to read these stories:
1. Paths of Silver
2. Chasing the Lightning
3. The Healing Touch
4. Awakened Love
5. Apple-Shaped Heart


Warning: this story contains descriptions of sex.





The Healing Touch

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by Carola “Ryûchan” Eriksson






Although she was otherwise firmly set against allowing those around her to give her any special treatment merely because she was their chosen Captain, Miria found herself almost pathetically happy that she had been ganged up upon and forced to accept the private sleeping chamber previously belonging to Pieta’s Mayor as her own.

Days had passed now, the women were healing and their course had been set, much to Miria’s joy and relief, but she like most of them was still bone tired. To some extent it was because she was the Captain that Miria was tired, she had done her damnedest to keep a strong front, an impeccable, solid and dependable mask for the others, shrugging off both fatigue and injury over and over.

The bed was terribly opulent for just one person, large and soft and with pretty little swirls and patterns carved into the wood. Had she not been so tired Miria was sure she would not have been able to make herself sleep in something so soft after years of the hard ground and her sword at her back, but it was with a grateful sigh she laid her head on the pillow now.

A sharp and painful twinge in the area of her left hip reminded her of one of the other drawbacks of that Captain’s mask. Reasoning that her own injuries were not as bad as some, Miria had deflected regeneration help and instead wrapped her wounds to heal on their own as she went about her business. It had not been fun, nor the pain negligible, but it was not the first time she had done such things, and she managed fine. Or so she thought.

Most of the injuries had healed well and left no lingering ill effects, but there had been a wound in the area of her hip that, although healed over now, clearly was not quite right. Miria had felt some discomfort from it, and the occasional twinge of pain, and realized that there was something locked inside, a tip of something or a sliver of rock, something small yet big enough to cause her body to protest. She had considered her options.

She could not go to Tabitha or the others for the sheer embarrassment of it, their Captain whining over a mere splinter and all that, and asking Clare, Helen or Deneve for help would be tantamount to asking to be endlessly mother-henned. Miria grinned into her pillow at the thought of her three adoring and often over-protective little sisters, whom rarely treated her as their Captain anymore. She liked that.

Since asking Teresa or Irene for help felt even worse than going to the younger warriors in charge of the field-hospital, Miria had decided to try to carve the offending thing out by herself, despite the awkward angle she would have to do it from. It wasn’t as if anyone would see if she made a mess and tore a chunk out of herself, she would just be patient and keep herself well wrapped until fully regenerated, again.

Of course it had to happen that earlier that day while they were tearing down some buildings on the edge of town for material for the wall, Miria had been forced to use Phantom speed to save Yuma from being buried in the resulting rubble. The small jab of pain had ten-doubled, badly enough so that she had stumbled on that last step, although thankfully Yuma had somehow managed to wriggle herself into both a stumble and a fall as soon as they had stopped, unintentionally covering up Miria’s little mishap with her own.

Groaning quietly Miria forced herself out of bed and over to the small table that held washing utensils, a large and ornate bowl, and an equally ornate pitcher of cold water. The Mayor’s old shaving knife was both sharp and pointed enough to serve her, and Miria had already gathered her own small collection of bandages, otherwise hidden away in one of the drawers of the very elegant dark wood desk the Mayor had also been forced to leave behind.

Stripping herself out of her uniform to wash up it occurred to her idly that she should encourage everyone to refrain from using their uniforms unless sparring or when out scouting, instead making use of the vast store of clothing left behind in the city when people had fled. She had a momentary thought of herself wearing the clothes of the rather rotund little man that had been Pieta’s Mayor, and chuckled. Would not that have been a sight? Almost as comical as Galatea wearing the abandoned clothing of a barmaid, or...

The amusement trailed off as Miria’s thoughts moved to the tall and statuesque woman that in her childhood had saved Miria’s life.

Galatea had been on Miria’s mind a lot of late, almost disturbingly so, though Miria found that little she could do would change that. It was no small wonder, the woman was always there, whether it was to offer unswerving help and support or to simply tease Miria out of her mind.

Ironically Galatea was the one that had come to mind first when Miria had considered getting help taking the splinter out, but for some reason her thoughts had zeroed in on undressing in front of the other woman, and a wave of terrible embarrassment had not only overruled the idea but beaten it to a bloody death as well.

Embarrassment was not a feeling previously all that familiar to Miria, but since Galatea had entered her life in Pieta it seemed it was something she was going to be all too accustomed to. Sometimes the playful teasing was harmless enough, but other times... She could feel her face heat up even now when she thought of the outrageous joke Galatea had pulled, declaring in front of the majority of the others that if she had her choice of lives, Galatea would have had Miria for her wife. The small comfort she had at the time taken in the knowledge that no-one knew that by ‘Strawberry’ Galatea was referring to her was now gone, as enough women had heard Galatea use the odd nickname for Miria by now for it to be common knowledge.

Galatea had called her beautiful, then.

Lost in her thoughts Miria just stood there, absentmindedly moving her hand through the water in the bowl in front of her, the task she had set out to do momentarily forgotten. ‘My beautiful wife Strawberry’ Galatea had said. Did she mean it?

Could someone so stunning herself as Galatea really think that Miria was...

Frowning at herself Miria shook the thought away. What kind of ridiculousness was she thinking of now? Why in the world would she take Galatea’s playfulness seriously, and of what possible difference could any of that be?

With a bit more briskness than strictly called for Miria washed her hands, soaked her washcloth and set about cleaning her torso with merciless precision. She would not think of Galatea any further.

Noises from below let her occupy her mind with something else. Directly below this room assigned to her was a rather impressive kitchen, and focusing her hearing Miria could indistinctly make out Helen’s voice. Something about apples? No wonder, it was always about apples with Helen, although the other girls were starting to catch onto her joking about putting apples in every type of food known to man by now.

A deeper voice chimed in, and although she could not really tell who it belonged to Miria could take a guess. If the usual suspects were in the kitchen, then that meant Helen and Deneve likely with Clare and Irene as well, since only Irene and Helen among all the women present knew their way around a kitchen enough to provide food for the rest. Irene, undoubtedly from her long years of living alone in a foreign land, had proven a quite capable cook, and was trying to impart some of this knowledge to the younger warriors with varying degree of success.

Miria could practically see them now, bickering playfully while Helen threatened to put apples into soup or something equally absurd, and while Deneve and Clare did their routine in response Irene would silently go ahead with the actual work. Then the door would open and Galatea, another person known to roam the larders and actively promote eating, would come in and...

No, wait. She did it again, found some way to let her thoughts stray back to Galatea.

With a grimace she focused on cleaning her lower body. That was right, she would not hear or see or think anything, especially not about Galatea. She would not think of her, not picture her, not imagine that she heard her voice...

“Strawberry?”

Yes, Galatea sounded precisely like that, and Miria would not imagine that she heard it.

“Strawberry? Miria? Are you alright?” The hand on her shoulder actually made Miria jump in surprise. “Did you not hear me at the door?”

“Galatea!”

“Yes... it is me.” The taller woman said slowly, eyeing Miria with suspicion. Then silver eyes dipped down to take in the naked body in front of her, and not only did Galatea’s eyes quite blatantly stop at the level of Miria’s chest, but her expression changed as well.

Suddenly overcome with a need to cover herself Miria pressed the washcloth to her chest in a futile gesture, as not only was the cloth quite small but also Miria was not sure exactly what she wanted to hide. She settled for crossing her arms over her chest and nonchalantly turning her back to Galatea.

“What are you doing, Strawberry?” Galatea wondered, her momentary distraction of naked skin no longer as accessible and allowing her to focus on other things. She picked up a roll of bandages and eyed the razor. “Miria, are you hurt?”

Perhaps it was because the woman would so seldom say it that Miria liked how Galatea said her name so much. Pushing that idle thought aside Miria gave in and explained to Galatea about the thing troubling her hip.

“You should have told me.” Galatea frowned and looked around. Miria was so relieved that Galatea did not admonish her for not asking for help that she did not protest when the other woman picked up knife, cloth, bandages and bowl and urged Miria to move over to the desk instead.

Finding herself half-sitting naked on the edge of the large desk with Galatea kneeling between her legs was something that made Miria’s breath become strained and her body break out in goosebumps, and she stared unblinkingly at a distant spot on the ceiling.

“Are you cold?” Galatea asked kindly and soothingly stroked the leg opposite her. Miria bit her lip and shivered. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

Strong, capable hands probed the area of Miria’s hip, then lifted the leg slightly and probed again. Miria gasped and squirmed, wondering why her heartbeat had picked up and tried to will it to calm down again. Strangely she heard Galatea breathe in deeply through her nose, and then whisper something Miria suspected was not intended to be spoken out loud. “You are killing me here.”

She probed further and, hitting the problem spot, got a different kind of gasp from Miria. “Here? Alright.” Supporting Miria’s leg on the edge of her shoulder Galatea went to work with steady hands. Miria tried to keep staring at that spot in the ceiling, but when Galatea’s arm brushed lightly against parts that Miria had never conceived would know touch, she slammed her eyes shut and grabbed the edge of the desk as tightly as she dared.

“It is the tip of a claw.” Galatea spoke in a very quiet voice before replacing the razor with the cold washcloth. Water ran in tiny rivulets down from the cut, feeling ice cold against far too heated skin without doing anything much to help. It was all very confusing really, if Miria had been quite able to form much of coherent thoughts anymore.

Having washed the wound to satisfaction Galatea replaced the cloth with her hand, and from the telltale tingle Miria knew that Galatea was attempting to use her yoki-manipulating abilities to speed up Miria’s regeneration there. Miria herself was more focused on a different and much stronger tingle, and on not allowing herself to make strange and inappropriate noises.

Galatea stroked Miria’s side encouragingly while she kept her hand in place, aiding the healing as best she could. Miria trembled in response, but Galatea said nothing about it. Finally the small cut had joined together on the outside, although it would take a while longer before it healed within, and Galatea moved her hand away. Instead she leaned in and bestowed the spot with a tender kiss.

With a yelp Miria jerked strongly, jostling them both, and then... froze.

No longer breathing Miria stared into the ceiling with wide and unseeing eyes. Although equally still Galatea did not stop breathing for long, and when small puffs of air caressed against hot flesh, Miria whimpered.

The tip of a hesitant tongue reached out to touch against surprisingly wet heat, making Miria moan. A more steady exploring swipe stumbled upon that tiny point of incredible sensitivity and pleasure that neither woman had even known existed, and with a cry Miria bucked her hips strongly into Galatea’s face.

“Galatea!”

With a deep growl Galatea grabbed moving hips with both hands and dove in, devouring Miria with some force. Acting on instinct Miria spread her legs wider and grabbed Galatea’s head, a stream of sounds and Galatea’s name flowing from her lips unchecked.

When Miria thought she was going to go insane from it all, Galatea suddenly stood up. A look passed between them, and then they were both impatiently tearing Galatea’s uniform apart in their hurry to take it off. Lips met, again and again while hands roamed, until finally they were both naked. Hips aligned in an angle that made them both gasp and move with abandon, rocking together on the edge of the desk heedless of the upturned bowl spilling its contents in a puddle around their feet, the bandages and torn fabric littering the floor, or the thumping of the desk as it struck the wall with each grinding thrust.

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The muffled sound of rhythmic thumping made everyone in the kitchen look up towards the ceiling.

“What do you think she’s doing?” Helen wondered, listening to how the sounds continued.

Irene hid a slight grimace and turned back to where she had been cutting vegetables for soup. “It is nothing you need to concern yourselves about, so leave it be.”

“Could she be hammering something?” Deneve suggested, but couldn’t really come up with what.

The sound stopped and Helen and Deneve went back to helping Irene, while Clare and Teresa were virtually hanging off one another, talking.

“There!” Helen turned to the others with wide eyes. “Did you hear that? She’s screaming!”

The screaming abruptly stopped and was replaced by more thumping, only coming from a different direction. Irene sighed and put her knife aside.

“It didn’t sound like she was screaming from pain.” Teresa mused, absently leaning on Clare.

They listened for a while as the thumping continued and changed in speed and strength, until the screaming returned.

“STOP!” Irene raised a hand as three agitated young warriors, and one optional extra that never seemed agitated unless it had to do with Clare, prepared to make a dash out of the room. “Your Captain is neither in trouble nor in pain, and she really will not want your company right now. Stay here.”

The noises stopped, and after a long moment of listening intently, Helen, Deneve and Clare relaxed. They had just gotten back to their previous activities when the screaming started up again, sans the thumping.

This time the younger women did not wait for Irene to reason with them, instead they dashed out of the room and up the stairs. With a small apologetic shrug to Irene Teresa followed them.

The screaming had just stopped when they reached Miria’s room, but Helen kicked open the door all the same.

If they had taken the time to notice such things, the women crowding the door would have noticed that the room was unusually messy, there was bandages and torn clothing strewn across the floor along with blankets, a puddle of water, a washing bowl, and a small upturned table. All their attention however was taken by the bed and the two women entwined upon it.

The couple helplessly shuddered together a few more times before sliding apart, and the flushed and scowling Galatea reached down to snag a blanket to cover themselves with. No-one spoke for a moment, as the women just inside the room were too stunned and Miria too out of breath.

Irene made her way through the hall that had filled up with blushing women drawn there by the sound of a group loudly running around, until she reached the ones standing in the room. With an apologetic look towards Miria and Galatea she began ushering the staring group out, but Miria stopped her.

“Girls...” Miria cleared her throat, trying to pretend that she was not blushing furiously. “Was there anything you wanted?”

When a hesitant group of shaking heads was her answer, Miria nodded. “Good, good.” She tried and failed not to react when Galatea moved around to place a few small kisses along Miria’s neck. “If there is anything you want, if someone needs to talk to me or if anything happens, don’t hesitate to knock on this door.”

“But if there really is nothing that needs my attention right now... Gala and I would like to be alone for a while.”

Irene nodded and walked away dragging Clare and Smirking Teresa along with her. Deneve, blushing and trying to avoid looking in Miria’s direction again, grabbed the gaping Helen and pulled her away as well, closing the door carefully in her wake.

“Now then...” Galatea whispered huskily into Miria’s ear. “Where were we?”

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Some time later Miria lay on her back in the very soft bed that suddenly seemed just the right size, at least while it came with a naked Galatea sprawled out under its blankets with various limbs possessively splayed over her. Smiling she watched the tall woman sleep, her face appearing peaceful and younger in slumber, causing Miria to feel an almost achingly deep surge of warmth and affection for her.

She leaned over and kissed her lightly, enormously charmed when Galatea in response squirmed and then snuggled in closer.

“Mine.” Galatea murmured sleepily into Miria’s neck, wrapping her arms around her lover.

“Yes Gala.” Miria answered with affectionate amusement. “There is no doubt about that anymore, you made sure of that.”

“We could have done without having every single woman in Pieta seeing us in bed together though.” Miria sighed; it had not escaped her notice that the hallway had been full of goggling young women earlier. And she really, really dreaded the next time she would talk to Helen.

“No, it was a good thing.” Galatea roused herself from sleep to carry her end of the sudden conversation. “That way it will spread so much faster.”

“What will? That I am yours?” The suggestion was only partially made in jest, Miria had a feeling Galatea would be possessive about her.

“Mm, that too. Though I meant the knowledge that something like this is possible even for creatures like us. The Organization made sure we all would think these things are irrelevant for us to know, because we were told we could never have anything like it.”

“Like what?”

“Love, Miri.” She snuggled closer still. “Love, sex, a relationship... maybe even family, in a way. Reasons for living.”

“Things we can only have with others like ourselves, but that the Organization would not want us to know about because they want us to have no stronger purpose in life than to fight yoma and obey them.” Miria said slowly, beginning to see what Galatea was getting at.

“The kids realize it is still possible for them, and then maybe they start wondering what else might still be.” Galatea sounded sleepier. “That maybe those dream lives aren’t quite as impossible as they thought.”

“You have given this a lot of thought.” Miria was a touch impressed; she certainly had not thought anything along those lines. Mainly she had just been unable to think of anything but Galatea. “And here I thought you just really really wanted me.” She added playfully.

“Of this there can be no doubt.” Galatea grinned into Miria’s neck, nipping her lightly. “To think I have spent so long trying to get you to fall for me, when all I needed to do was to ravish you.”

Miria chuckled and kissed the top of the fair head. “Sleep now, beautiful. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

Galatea murmured something that Miria thought sounded like “If that’s what you want to call it” and then promptly obeyed without protest. Miria closed her eyes to do the same, but could not help but to smile when it came to her... dream lives, specifically Galatea’s dream life.

There was probably quite a few more ‘orphans’ than Galatea had intended, but they did have them and the house in the city she had specified, even if the city was Pieta, and most importantly, Galatea as her ‘wife’. It was a beautiful dream indeed.

Miria’s smile widened. It was not a bad reality either.