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As Kaito wandered through the empty Sekai,cold wind blowing his hair,he stared up at the sky,not looking where he was going as he walked.
As his feet carried him accross the dull grey grass,he heard a faint noise from somewhere distant. Ignoring it,he kept walking.
Another noise sounded,closer this time.
Turning his head away from the sky,he strained his ears to listen for the sound again.
After a few minutes,he heard it again. It sounded like a soft whimper of pain. He continued forwards,eventually catching a glimpse of pale pink out of the corner of his eye.
Turning to look,he saw hidden behind a nearby tower,a collapsed figure,their pink hair spilling out around their head.
Walking closer,he made his way over to Luka,who laid on the ground,cheek pressed to the grass,and body twisted in a strange fashion. Her cane sat a few feet away. It was obvious she had taken a bad fall and was in immense pain,judging by her glazed over eyes. If not for her heavy breaths,Kaito would have assumed she was dead.
He just stood there,observing her.
Luka's unfocused eyes watched Kaito. The pain and fear behind them practically begging him for help
Kaito just watched her for a few more minutes. He thought back to all the tricks she had played on him,and all the times she had teased him and called him crude names.
He stared at her,feeling powerful and dominant over her at last. She couldn't do anything to him. And he could do absolutely anything to her. He liked that power he felt. That strange content he felt at seeing her like this.
'Kaito...'
She whimpered,voice weak
Kaito simply turned and walked off.
'Kai...'
Luka attempted to push herself up and drag herself after him,but pain shot up her body and she spasmed,falling to the ground with a cry of anguish.
Kaito halted and glanced back at her with those cold eyes as Luka shook on the ground,almost uncontrollably. It wasn't a seizure. He knew that much from her pleading,pained voice. If she was truly seizing,she wouldn't be able to speak.
Luka's breathing quickened and she pleaded harder for him to come back.
Luka gagged,ejecting some of her stomach contents due to her absolute panic.
Luka's body slowly went limp,eyes staring blankly off into space. She had passed out from pain,exaustion,and panic.
He stared at her for a few more seconds before turning back and walking over to her. If this was Miku or someone else,he would have already rushed them back to everyone else. As much as he hated her,he couldn't leave her alone out here.
He knelt down and picked her up,though not even trying to be gentle. He grabbed her cane and started back towards the main stage,Luka's head resting against his shoulder as she stared blankly up at him,with eyes that were glazed over in such a way that she appeared deceased.
Kaito didn't even make it to the main area before Luka was whisked out of his arms by Meiko,who had to be assured that Luka wasn't dead.
Meiko quickly ran off with the shorter woman in her arms.
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Luka laid flat on her back as her head rested in Meiko's lap. The woman still yet to awake.
Meiko shot sharp glares at anyone who got too close to the two.
Meiko pet Luka's hair softly,fiddling with the woman's hairband.
Meiko pondered what happened to Luka. She had yet to ask Kaito. Whatever had happened had thrown the woman into shock.
Luka's injuries had never acted up so horribly before...
Mafuyu approached the two,soft footsteps echoing on the ground below.
Meiko stared daggers into her as she approached and kneeled down,moving to touch Luka
Meiko grabbed the girl's wrist in a tight grip,staring into Mafuyu's eyes with an expression that was mostly blank,though her eyebrows were furrowed slightly,her lips curled into a slight snarl. Her gaze sharp and challenging
'Meiko. Please let me touch her. I just want to check on how she's doing. I know you're aware that I know the most about this stuff. Mother is having me study medicine. You know that. We all do.'
Meiko's expression softened into a blank stare that held slight hits of worry behind her gaze as she released Mafuyu's wrist and allowed her to check Luka.
'Her temperature feels a little low. But her pulse seems fine.'
Meiko just nodded
'Will she wake back up soon?'
'She should...'
Mafuyu pulled her hands away,sitting back slightly.
Luka released a low sounding whimper,legs twitching slightly.
Meiko turned and placed a hand on Luka's chest,rubbing gentle circles into her sternum. Comforting Luka with her soft touches.
Luka's mouth opened slightly as she released a soft breath. A trembling hand reaching up,searching.
Meiko grabbed her hand gently,letting it rest in her larger palm.
Luka's voice,quiet and scratchy,trickled out of her mouth as she managed to force out a singular word.
'Mei-'
'Shush.'
Meiko firmly silenced her immediately,though she didn't mean for her voice to sound as harsh as it did.
Meiko gently pulled Luka into her lap so the woman was facing her.
'Careful,Meiko.'
Mafuyu warned
Meiko just shot her a look before turning her attention back to Luka,who had her face rested against Meiko's chest.
'You're fine now.'
Meiko stated,voice flat and even.
Luka tilted her head up towards Meiko,her bluish-grey eyes meeting dull,desaturated brown ones as Meiko leaned her head down so her face was inches away from Luka's.
Luka leaned up,being the one to close the gap,as Meiko always refused to. Luka let their lips brush together before she pressed a soft kiss to Meiko's lips. Meiko as usual didn't kiss back,though she was the one to initiate and accept the act of affection.
Luka pulled back and Meiko raised her head again. Luka rested her face back into Meiko's chest. Meiko coiled her arms around Luka,resting her chin on the other woman's head. Her gaze blank and cold as she stared ahead of her.
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Kaito watched the interactions from a distance. Feeling a slight twinge of guilt begin to coil in his stomach.
Kaito pushed the feeling down,not wanting to dwell on it as he observed the three.
As Luka was sat up and held close,he tore his even glare away from the three. He turned his back,casting one last glance at them before letting his feet carry him forwards as he wandered off into the desolate and dreary wasteland ahead of him.