Err.... I think you mean Touma being involved in the incidents of Railgun. Since Railgun take place in the same universe as Index, Touma IS in the Railgun.... He even make some appearance here and there.
Location: The darkest corner with the best view...
And now for the awaited Part III of Mr. T's challenge!
Though, not done in the way he actually asked, it's still done and I hope everyone enjoys it.
Spoiler for Consequences:
At its purest, most rawest, form of reflection; Mugino herself probably didn’t know how she was supposed to feel about all this. Should she have been happy? Should she have been angry, saddened, mortified, or anxious? Probably, as at least one of those emotions would have cropped up at some point during the course of this doctor’s appointment.
But she felt nothing, not a thing, and perhaps that in itself was more worthy of concern than if she had felt anything else.
The news that she had received had done its job at leaving her speechless. She couldn’t think of much else to say, even if she did her vocal folds would not budge. Kamijou, on the other hand, could still voice his thoughts and promptly asked most of the questions she should have been asking. Not that she was paying much attention to any of it; her entire world was just incomprehensible noise to her.
Nothing at that point really had much of an effect on her. Her entire body felt numb and not in the sense that there was a prickling feeling of pin-needles. She just felt…empty; husk-like and devoid of anything and only possessed a vague awareness of her surroundings.
Shizuri didn’t even know when she walked out of the doctor’s office. Was he still explaining things when she had left? There was no telling and there was no point in concerning herself with anything which was being said. She wasn’t even aware that she was outside until the cool air hit her exposed skin. How cold was it? Wasn’t it supposed to rain today? Again, at this point, it didn’t matter in her eyes.
Nothing mattered.
All the effort she was putting into reforming herself. Taking the time to fix everything she had broken as a result of her own rage and pride. One step at a time, she was slowly but surely working towards the path that would lead her away from the dark void of this city and towards a life greater than the one she had been living in. This house of cards, the foundation she was gradually starting to build up from, everything.
Was it all a wasted effort?
She didn’t know, she couldn’t have known, and it would probably be best if the answer remained elusive.
What Mugino did know at this very moment in time was that every choice she had ever made had its consequence. Everything she had done in both distant and recent past had come together full circle and was not chipping away at her entiring being with each pass.
Had anyone seen her in this state, they probably wouldn’t have known. For her expression betrayed nothing, it showed nothing that would act as an indicator as to what she currently felt. It was a defense mechanism, a mask, a gimmick that was employed entirely against her will. Bottling away the emotions, hiding them from the surface so as not to invoke the attention of people’s needless prying.
It wasn’t a healthy thing to do, bottling up emotions like this, but Mugino could give a fuck about how unhealthy it was.
And thus was how she remained as she mindlessly took her first steps outside; no destination set in mind and in no real hurry to reach it. She may have been content with just aimlessly and thoughtlessly wandering off into the open streets of the city.
That may have been the case had someone’s hand not clasped itself on her shoulder.
“Mugino-san.”
Dead eyes barely turned far enough to take in Kamijou’s appearance behind her. But even if she registered his presence, she did not acknowledge his existence anymore than one acknowledges an ant on the ground. All she did was look before calmly shrugging his hand away before proceeding forward once more.
“Hey, hold on a second, I just want to talk.”
“Piss off, if you wanna talk, talk to a fucking mirror.”
Even the most casual of observers could find something worthy of concern based solely Mugino’s current tone of voice. It matched her expression almost flawlessly that it was downright disturbing considering how she typically was. There was no edge to her voice, no underlining emotion opposed to how she had acted prior to entering the hospital. It was just vacant of anything, which only further instilled the concern of the lad who had intercepted her just now.
Leaving her alone would have been what Mugino wanted, but Kamijou couldn’t allow her to have such a luxury.
“As much as I’d like to pretend that none of this ever happened, I can’t. Fact is, I’ve gotten dragged in a lot of things I wish I hadn’t, but I still stuck with it all ‘til the end. While this is way outside of what I usually end up dealing with-”
“And what, pray-tell, are you usually dragged into; street-fights? Please, you don’t live in the same world I do; you don’t know me and you can’t ever hope to. So stop pretending to give a rat’s ass and go back to your normal fucking life.”
“You have no idea how badly I want to go back to my normal life. But, the truth is, I can’t go back; no matter how much I hope or want to. But that’s not just exclusive to me you know. There are a lot of other people who can’t go back to living a normal life that they want; you included.”
If he was trying to make a point, it was not registering with Shizuri in the slightest. Even as he spoke she did not cease once in her steps; nor did she even bother to give Kamijou a fleeting glance.
She just kept walking without pause.
And like a fungus, Touma pursued after her.
“You say I don’t live in the same world you do, and you’re right I don’t. It’s also true that I don’t know you and after everything that’s happened I know it would be hard for me to do that. But I would still like to at least try to know who you are. Even if it’s a little bit, even if it’s only the smallest portion of the whole image, I would want to at least try. I honestly want to know just who you are and see for myself how different our worlds really are.”
Now he was just sprouting nonsense; nonsense that was bound to get him killed if he didn’t keep his distance and shut his mouth.
How could someone say something like that so carelessly? Who was he to have the audacity to sprout these words when he was completely ignorant to the world beneath the surface? Mugino thrived in the Darkness longer than most people could imagine. She had been neck deep in it longer than most people did and was still alive to tell the tale. Most people barely made it up to their knees before they stepped into a hole and were drowned by that world. What right did Kamijou have to sprout these words when he knew nothing about her or the world she lived in?
He didn’t know anything about how cruel this world was.
He knew nothing about its workings and how it could change people.
How it could turn a single girl into a monster that was to be used and disposed of on a whim.
“You might find this hard to believe, or you might not believe it at all, but I really have seen people like you before. Not just in Academy City, but in a lot of places you’ve probably never been before. They all looked exactly the same as you do now. Lost, like their entire world was gone or were so out of reach that they couldn’t do anything but watch as it all crumbled to pieces in front of them.”
It was here, upon hearing this statement, which caused Mugino’s steps to finally come to a halt.
“Everyone I’ve met who had that look ended up either being my enemy or someone I needed to save. I don’t want it to reach that point; I don’t want to see which you will become before I act. Especially when you’re standing right in front of me and I have a chance to do something about it. Because between the two options, between the two actions I can take, I’d rather be extending a helping hand rather than raising my fist at you.”
At any other point in time, she might have laughed at the notion of this teen raising his fist against her.
At an earlier part of her life, had it been her old self, she probably would have cut his head off for carelessly making a statement like that.
However, at this point in time and at this stage in her life, Mugino did nothing but stare ahead of her as she fully absorbed his words.
Behind her, Kamijou maintained his silence; out of courtesy or out of patience for a response was a mystery to her. And though neither party was aware at the time, the very individual’s who had been relentlessly searching for them came upon the scene for themselves. Yet no action was made to approach them, none present was so ignorant as to what was going on that they felt inclined to interrupt. The only person who was close was Fremea, but her inquiries were silenced by Hamazura and Saiai’s hands covering her mouth.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mugino spoke up with her back still facing the teen behind her.
“What do you want from me, dip-shit?” Her words, words which still lacked emotion, were only just above the level of a whisper when she spoke. “What the hell do you think you can do by just extending a helping hand? You can’t fix this, you can’t change anything, and you sure as hell can’t help me anymore than that doctor can now. So what the flying fuck do you think you can do to help me?”
Every word spoken, every syllable uttered, was spoken in the same even level as the one before it. In reality, she wanted nothing more than to scream them at this ignorant fool of a person so that he may understand how worthless his efforts were. Mugino would have loved nothing more than to do such a thing, but she just could not find it in herself to do that. She was just too drained to do something like that now, her soul too tired and her body too ravished with sorrow to do that.
That time in Russia, Shizuri hadn’t been lying when she said that she had given up on everything to reach that point. She truly had given up everything she was and was ever going to be just so that she could finally kill Hamazura. But it wasn’t Shiage’s fault, it was her and her pride which brought her to do all the things she had done. The same could be directed at Touma as well, for he was not truly at fault for everything that had happened which had led them to this point. He might have believed it was his fault; same as how Shiage did back in Russia, but neither of the two were really the ones to blame.
Shizuri was the one who was really at fault.
And as Mugino had come to realize, everything she had done has its repercussions.
The Conflict with SCHOOL.
Dark Legacy.
Body Crystal.
All of those things carried a consequence to them. She knew the price and she paid it anyway without hesitation. Having known full well that she would probably die to carry out her selfish desires, she had effectively destroyed whatever good ending she may have had in a future where she survived. It might not have been a life she would have welcomed now, but with time it may have been the ending she could have gotten and most likely been happy with when it eventually came.
But this was the fate of a monster she supposed; lord knows it’s what she deserved after all the things she had done.
“Honestly…” Her words seemed to have left him for a loss, as it was clear he was struggling to find something to say in response. She would have been mildly satisfied if he had nothing to say; at least then she could continue on her way knowing that he wouldn’t be able to follow. “Honestly, I can’t do anything-”
“Then we’re done he-”
“I can’t do anything in a medical sense is what I was going to say. I’m not a doctor, I can’t fix you’re condition, but I already resigned myself as being helpless on that front. What I can do, though, is be here for you.”
“Like I want you here to begin with.”
“Do you have anyone else that you can talk about this to? As far as I’m aware, nobody else knows what happened and we both swore to never speak of it to anyone, right? So who else are you going to talk to about this? I was there, I heard it with my own ears, and I already know it’s affected you even if you pretend that it didn’t.”
“Shut up.”
“It hurts, doesn’t it? I can’t say I know how you feel, but I can at least understand that it’s not something either of us can just ignore. Bottling it up won’t make it go away, pretending it doesn’t hurt won’t do anything but make it worse.”
“Shut the hell up.”
“Face the facts, nobody else knows about this except for me. If you really trust someone enough then by all means tell them and talk to them about it. I’ll be satisfied with that so long as there is someone out there who can help you. But if you can’t look me in the eye and say that someone like that exists in your life, then I have no reason to let you walk away as you are.”
“Shut up, just shut the hell up!”
“All you need to do is tell me that someone like that exists in your life, I’ll walk away and out of your life forever; no questions asked. But you need to turn around, look at me, and say it or else I’m not going anywhere.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Her world blurred around her as she had turned around to face the infuriating individual who dared to pretend to understand. As reformed as she tried to be, Mugino was still a beast that would strike if something came too close. Her claws may have been dulled, but her teeth were still sharp and she was not against the idea of using them. That said, a solitary stream of energy burst out from her hand the instead she had found herself facing the lad behind her.
She did not care if she hurt or killed him.
All she wanted was for him to shut his damn mouth.
A fruitless effort really, as her infamous Meltdowner practically vanished just as quickly as it appeared. All because of that boy’s hand had been raised in the path of the attack and it was gone. Yet, even after dispelling the attack, Kamijou had moved himself forward towards her person, using the girl’s shock as a means to close the distance between them.
From a distance away, everyone who was watching the spectacle assumed that Touma was going to attack. When Kinuhata was about to move to try and intercept the guy, it was only Hamazura’s hand on her wrist which stopped her.
There was no need for Kinuhata to act.
Because Kamijou Touma didn’t have his fist raised.
Both his hands were open and in one fluid motion found themselves placed on Shizuri’s back as he embraced her.
In that moment fleeting moment of action, Mugino realized her folly.
She had already proven to Touma that such a person did not exist in her life.
She of course had people that she did trust, but this was something too personal to be said to anyone of those people. She had to face the consequences for her actions and she was the one who needed to be held accountable for them. She couldn’t ask for anyone else she knew to help carry that burden, nobody else she cared about deserved to have this knowledge thrust upon their shoulders.
Not Takitsubo, not Kinuhata, and most certainly not Hamazura.
“I’m sorry.”
It was an odd thing for him to say considering he had done nothing wrong. Odd as it was, he said it anyway and for that Mugino was at a loss. She couldn’t see his face, and all the same he couldn’t see hers. Perhaps it was just the most natural thing to do when someone embraces another. But was there more to this? Was he purposely keeping her expression out of his line of sight so that he wouldn’t see it? So that he couldn’t see her in pain, her grief, or sadness?
Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t; the only person who would know for certain was Touma himself.
Whatever the case was, silently and begrudgingly, she was thankful for it. Thankful because as strong as she was, as proud as was, and as much as she tried to maintain that illusion of strength; her façade had cracked.
Hamazura had been the first to notice the state of the weather when a drop of rain fell right on his nose. Having glanced up, he bore witness to the mass of gray clouds looming overhead before a second and third droplet fell and nearly struck him dead in the eye. Within a few moments, more and more droplets began to fall, littering the ground with tiny shaded dots along the concrete. Having seen all that he needed to, he silently gestured to Kinuhata away from the scene. Though hesitant, Saiai eventually agreed and promptly followed Shiage’s lead.
And though neither of the remaining girl’s wanted to, both decided that this was not the best time to confront either of the two individual’s. Clearly something more was at work here, something neither had any right to get involved in. Maybe on a later date they would inquire as to what had transpired here, for now though they would leave things as they are.
Neither Touma or Mugino, however, moved an inch despite being aware of the rain.
“It’s okay to cry now, the rain will hide it.”
Monster’s don’t cry.
People cry when the weight of the world is too much for them to bear.
“Let it go, Mugino-san, there’s nothing wrong with letting the pain out.”
Monster’s don’t feel pain.
People feel pain on many levels for various reasons, be it on physical or emotional standpoint.
And as the two remained in that same place, Mugino allowed herself to be held by this ignorant and foolish teen who actually seemed to know what he was talking about. Allowed herself to stay in the embracement of someone who was doing nothing more than being someone she could confide in. If only this once, she would allow herself to be like this, to not be Mugino Shizuri, to not be the 4th Ranked Level 5, to not be the Meltdowner, and to not be the monster she still viewed herself to be.
She would allow herself, just this once, to just be a girl who desperately needed a shoulder to cry on.
And now for the awaited Part III of Mr. T's challenge!
Though, not done in the way he actually asked, it's still done and I hope everyone enjoys it.
Spoiler for Consequences:
At its purest, most rawest, form of reflection; Mugino herself probably didn’t know how she was supposed to feel about all this. Should she have been happy? Should she have been angry, saddened, mortified, or anxious? Probably, as at least one of those emotions would have cropped up at some point during the course of this doctor’s appointment.
But she felt nothing, not a thing, and perhaps that in itself was more worthy of concern than if she had felt anything else.
The news that she had received had done its job at leaving her speechless. She couldn’t think of much else to say, even if she did her vocal folds would not budge. Kamijou, on the other hand, could still voice his thoughts and promptly asked most of the questions she should have been asking. Not that she was paying much attention to any of it; her entire world was just incomprehensible noise to her.
Nothing at that point really had much of an effect on her. Her entire body felt numb and not in the sense that there was a prickling feeling of pin-needles. She just felt…empty; husk-like and devoid of anything and only possessed a vague awareness of her surroundings.
Shizuri didn’t even know when she walked out of the doctor’s office. Was he still explaining things when she had left? There was no telling and there was no point in concerning herself with anything which was being said. She wasn’t even aware that she was outside until the cool air hit her exposed skin. How cold was it? Wasn’t it supposed to rain today? Again, at this point, it didn’t matter in her eyes.
Nothing mattered.
All the effort she was putting into reforming herself. Taking the time to fix everything she had broken as a result of her own rage and pride. One step at a time, she was slowly but surely working towards the path that would lead her away from the dark void of this city and towards a life greater than the one she had been living in. This house of cards, the foundation she was gradually starting to build up from, everything.
Was it all a wasted effort?
She didn’t know, she couldn’t have known, and it would probably be best if the answer remained elusive.
What Mugino did know at this very moment in time was that every choice she had ever made had its consequence. Everything she had done in both distant and recent past had come together full circle and was not chipping away at her entiring being with each pass.
Had anyone seen her in this state, they probably wouldn’t have known. For her expression betrayed nothing, it showed nothing that would act as an indicator as to what she currently felt. It was a defense mechanism, a mask, a gimmick that was employed entirely against her will. Bottling away the emotions, hiding them from the surface so as not to invoke the attention of people’s needless prying.
It wasn’t a healthy thing to do, bottling up emotions like this, but Mugino could give a fuck about how unhealthy it was.
And thus was how she remained as she mindlessly took her first steps outside; no destination set in mind and in no real hurry to reach it. She may have been content with just aimlessly and thoughtlessly wandering off into the open streets of the city.
That may have been the case had someone’s hand not clasped itself on her shoulder.
“Mugino-san.”
Dead eyes barely turned far enough to take in Kamijou’s appearance behind her. But even if she registered his presence, she did not acknowledge his existence anymore than one acknowledges an ant on the ground. All she did was look before calmly shrugging his hand away before proceeding forward once more.
“Hey, hold on a second, I just want to talk.”
“Piss off, if you wanna talk, talk to a fucking mirror.”
Even the most casual of observers could find something worthy of concern based solely Mugino’s current tone of voice. It matched her expression almost flawlessly that it was downright disturbing considering how she typically was. There was no edge to her voice, no underlining emotion opposed to how she had acted prior to entering the hospital. It was just vacant of anything, which only further instilled the concern of the lad who had intercepted her just now.
Leaving her alone would have been what Mugino wanted, but Kamijou couldn’t allow her to have such a luxury.
“As much as I’d like to pretend that none of this ever happened, I can’t. Fact is, I’ve gotten dragged in a lot of things I wish I hadn’t, but I still stuck with it all ‘til the end. While this is way outside of what I usually end up dealing with-”
“And what, pray-tell, are you usually dragged into; street-fights? Please, you don’t live in the same world I do; you don’t know me and you can’t ever hope to. So stop pretending to give a rat’s ass and go back to your normal fucking life.”
“You have no idea how badly I want to go back to my normal life. But, the truth is, I can’t go back; no matter how much I hope or want to. But that’s not just exclusive to me you know. There are a lot of other people who can’t go back to living a normal life that they want; you included.”
If he was trying to make a point, it was not registering with Shizuri in the slightest. Even as he spoke she did not cease once in her steps; nor did she even bother to give Kamijou a fleeting glance.
She just kept walking without pause.
And like a fungus, Touma pursued after her.
“You say I don’t live in the same world you do, and you’re right I don’t. It’s also true that I don’t know you and after everything that’s happened I know it would be hard for me to do that. But I would still like to at least try to know who you are. Even if it’s a little bit, even if it’s only the smallest portion of the whole image, I would want to at least try. I honestly want to know just who you are and see for myself how different our worlds really are.”
Now he was just sprouting nonsense; nonsense that was bound to get him killed if he didn’t keep his distance and shut his mouth.
How could someone say something like that so carelessly? Who was he to have the audacity to sprout these words when he was completely ignorant to the world beneath the surface? Mugino thrived in the Darkness longer than most people could imagine. She had been neck deep in it longer than most people did and was still alive to tell the tale. Most people barely made it up to their knees before they stepped into a hole and were drowned by that world. What right did Kamijou have to sprout these words when he knew nothing about her or the world she lived in?
He didn’t know anything about how cruel this world was.
He knew nothing about its workings and how it could change people.
How it could turn a single girl into a monster that was to be used and disposed of on a whim.
“You might find this hard to believe, or you might not believe it at all, but I really have seen people like you before. Not just in Academy City, but in a lot of places you’ve probably never been before. They all looked exactly the same as you do now. Lost, like their entire world was gone or were so out of reach that they couldn’t do anything but watch as it all crumbled to pieces in front of them.”
It was here, upon hearing this statement, which caused Mugino’s steps to finally come to a halt.
“Everyone I’ve met who had that look ended up either being my enemy or someone I needed to save. I don’t want it to reach that point; I don’t want to see which you will become before I act. Especially when you’re standing right in front of me and I have a chance to do something about it. Because between the two options, between the two actions I can take, I’d rather be extending a helping hand rather than raising my fist at you.”
At any other point in time, she might have laughed at the notion of this teen raising his fist against her.
At an earlier part of her life, had it been her old self, she probably would have cut his head off for carelessly making a statement like that.
However, at this point in time and at this stage in her life, Mugino did nothing but stare ahead of her as she fully absorbed his words.
Behind her, Kamijou maintained his silence; out of courtesy or out of patience for a response was a mystery to her. And though neither party was aware at the time, the very individual’s who had been relentlessly searching for them came upon the scene for themselves. Yet no action was made to approach them, none present was so ignorant as to what was going on that they felt inclined to interrupt. The only person who was close was Fremea, but her inquiries were silenced by Hamazura and Saiai’s hands covering her mouth.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mugino spoke up with her back still facing the teen behind her.
“What do you want from me, dip-shit?” Her words, words which still lacked emotion, were only just above the level of a whisper when she spoke. “What the hell do you think you can do by just extending a helping hand? You can’t fix this, you can’t change anything, and you sure as hell can’t help me anymore than that doctor can now. So what the flying fuck do you think you can do to help me?”
Every word spoken, every syllable uttered, was spoken in the same even level as the one before it. In reality, she wanted nothing more than to scream them at this ignorant fool of a person so that he may understand how worthless his efforts were. Mugino would have loved nothing more than to do such a thing, but she just could not find it in herself to do that. She was just too drained to do something like that now, her soul too tired and her body too ravished with sorrow to do that.
That time in Russia, Shizuri hadn’t been lying when she said that she had given up on everything to reach that point. She truly had given up everything she was and was ever going to be just so that she could finally kill Hamazura. But it wasn’t Shiage’s fault, it was her and her pride which brought her to do all the things she had done. The same could be directed at Touma as well, for he was not truly at fault for everything that had happened which had led them to this point. He might have believed it was his fault; same as how Shiage did back in Russia, but neither of the two were really the ones to blame.
Shizuri was the one who was really at fault.
And as Mugino had come to realize, everything she had done has its repercussions.
The Conflict with SCHOOL.
Dark Legacy.
Body Crystal.
All of those things carried a consequence to them. She knew the price and she paid it anyway without hesitation. Having known full well that she would probably die to carry out her selfish desires, she had effectively destroyed whatever good ending she may have had in a future where she survived. It might not have been a life she would have welcomed now, but with time it may have been the ending she could have gotten and most likely been happy with when it eventually came.
But this was the fate of a monster she supposed; lord knows it’s what she deserved after all the things she had done.
“Honestly…” Her words seemed to have left him for a loss, as it was clear he was struggling to find something to say in response. She would have been mildly satisfied if he had nothing to say; at least then she could continue on her way knowing that he wouldn’t be able to follow. “Honestly, I can’t do anything-”
“Then we’re done he-”
“I can’t do anything in a medical sense is what I was going to say. I’m not a doctor, I can’t fix you’re condition, but I already resigned myself as being helpless on that front. What I can do, though, is be here for you.”
“Like I want you here to begin with.”
“Do you have anyone else that you can talk about this to? As far as I’m aware, nobody else knows what happened and we both swore to never speak of it to anyone, right? So who else are you going to talk to about this? I was there, I heard it with my own ears, and I already know it’s affected you even if you pretend that it didn’t.”
“Shut up.”
“It hurts, doesn’t it? I can’t say I know how you feel, but I can at least understand that it’s not something either of us can just ignore. Bottling it up won’t make it go away, pretending it doesn’t hurt won’t do anything but make it worse.”
“Shut the hell up.”
“Face the facts, nobody else knows about this except for me. If you really trust someone enough then by all means tell them and talk to them about it. I’ll be satisfied with that so long as there is someone out there who can help you. But if you can’t look me in the eye and say that someone like that exists in your life, then I have no reason to let you walk away as you are.”
“Shut up, just shut the hell up!”
“All you need to do is tell me that someone like that exists in your life, I’ll walk away and out of your life forever; no questions asked. But you need to turn around, look at me, and say it or else I’m not going anywhere.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Her world blurred around her as she had turned around to face the infuriating individual who dared to pretend to understand. As reformed as she tried to be, Mugino was still a beast that would strike if something came too close. Her claws may have been dulled, but her teeth were still sharp and she was not against the idea of using them. That said, a solitary stream of energy burst out from her hand the instead she had found herself facing the lad behind her.
She did not care if she hurt or killed him.
All she wanted was for him to shut his damn mouth.
A fruitless effort really, as her infamous Meltdowner practically vanished just as quickly as it appeared. All because of that boy’s hand had been raised in the path of the attack and it was gone. Yet, even after dispelling the attack, Kamijou had moved himself forward towards her person, using the girl’s shock as a means to close the distance between them.
From a distance away, everyone who was watching the spectacle assumed that Touma was going to attack. When Kinuhata was about to move to try and intercept the guy, it was only Hamazura’s hand on her wrist which stopped her.
There was no need for Kinuhata to act.
Because Kamijou Touma didn’t have his fist raised.
Both his hands were open and in one fluid motion found themselves placed on Shizuri’s back as he embraced her.
In that moment fleeting moment of action, Mugino realized her folly.
She had already proven to Touma that such a person did not exist in her life.
She of course had people that she did trust, but this was something too personal to be said to anyone of those people. She had to face the consequences for her actions and she was the one who needed to be held accountable for them. She couldn’t ask for anyone else she knew to help carry that burden, nobody else she cared about deserved to have this knowledge thrust upon their shoulders.
Not Takitsubo, not Kinuhata, and most certainly not Hamazura.
“I’m sorry.”
It was an odd thing for him to say considering he had done nothing wrong. Odd as it was, he said it anyway and for that Mugino was at a loss. She couldn’t see his face, and all the same he couldn’t see hers. Perhaps it was just the most natural thing to do when someone embraces another. But was there more to this? Was he purposely keeping her expression out of his line of sight so that he wouldn’t see it? So that he couldn’t see her in pain, her grief, or sadness?
Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t; the only person who would know for certain was Touma himself.
Whatever the case was, silently and begrudgingly, she was thankful for it. Thankful because as strong as she was, as proud as was, and as much as she tried to maintain that illusion of strength; her façade had cracked.
Hamazura had been the first to notice the state of the weather when a drop of rain fell right on his nose. Having glanced up, he bore witness to the mass of gray clouds looming overhead before a second and third droplet fell and nearly struck him dead in the eye. Within a few moments, more and more droplets began to fall, littering the ground with tiny shaded dots along the concrete. Having seen all that he needed to, he silently gestured to Kinuhata away from the scene. Though hesitant, Saiai eventually agreed and promptly followed Shiage’s lead.
And though neither of the remaining girl’s wanted to, both decided that this was not the best time to confront either of the two individual’s. Clearly something more was at work here, something neither had any right to get involved in. Maybe on a later date they would inquire as to what had transpired here, for now though they would leave things as they are.
Neither Touma or Mugino, however, moved an inch despite being aware of the rain.
“It’s okay to cry now, the rain will hide it.”
Monster’s don’t cry.
People cry when the weight of the world is too much for them to bear.
“Let it go, Mugino-san, there’s nothing wrong with letting the pain out.”
Monster’s don’t feel pain.
People feel pain on many levels for various reasons, be it on physical or emotional standpoint.
And as the two remained in that same place, Mugino allowed herself to be held by this ignorant and foolish teen who actually seemed to know what he was talking about. Allowed herself to stay in the embracement of someone who was doing nothing more than being someone she could confide in. If only this once, she would allow herself to be like this, to not be Mugino Shizuri, to not be the 4th Ranked Level 5, to not be the Meltdowner, and to not be the monster she still viewed herself to be.
She would allow herself, just this once, to just be a girl who desperately needed a shoulder to cry on.
It made me teary. Excellent job. That was fantastic!
Well... I expected great things, but this was better than what I expected!
Is that the final part comrade? the feels is strong on that chapter though I thought it would be comedic but it ended up in teary tone. I wish to see the reaction of the others but this is also nice though I wish to see a continuation or an actual story for it.
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Is that the final part comrade? the feels is strong on that chapter though I thought it would be comedic but it ended up in teary tone. I wish to see the reaction of the others but this is also nice though I wish to see a continuation or an actual story for it.
I may have it in me to write maybe a few more snippets with this. Honestly, I'm having fun with this and I may even do as many are suggesting and post it on FF. Lord knows that, as the pioneer of the Touma/Mugino fan-ship, I should be posting more of this stuff.
I may have it in me to write maybe a few more snippets with this. Honestly, I'm having fun with this and I may even do as many are suggesting and post it on FF. Lord knows that, as the pioneer of the Touma/Mugino fan-ship, I should be posting more of this stuff.
Yes, that. It should already be on there, given the love we have for it over here, you should share it even more.
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Yes, that. It should already be on there, given the love we have for it over here, you should share it even more.
This, yes. Most definately yes, it shall be posted on there....just not now.
I realize I now have a secondary goal in doing this...selfish goal admittedly but a goal none the less.
Moar Touma/Mugino artwork! I found some, but I wanna see moar! If I get someone inspired enough, this may become a reality...maybe, unlikely, probably not.
BUT STILL, I'll be happy none-the-less! I'm just tired of all the Mikoto pics everywhere and I wanna see some verity damn it.
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Within a few moments, more and more droplets began to fall, littering the ground with tiny shaded dots along the concrete.
Love that line, but the whole thing was pretty dam good.
Huh. If you don't mind me asking, why did that line in particular stick out to you?
That would be difficult, not to make it a comedic reaction by Touma, which is the only reaction I could have seen him having if he were canon version that is.
Maybe after knowing Mugino for a long time, he might be dismayed instead of freaked out. Depends. It's very hard to sell as believable, unless it was a 'follow-on' to some of the work our comrade ferret has already done.
As for more Mugino artwork... Othinus kinda stole her thunder after the recent novels. Maybe once the hype dies down, your Mugino will shine through once more.
You're making me want to write some of the small ideas I have for To Aru. Especially since i'm lacking a little inspiration for my Fairy Tail fic.
SmokingFerret88, you go on FFN right? I'm asking because there is a Story on there with a Mugino and Touma tag (don't think it's a shipping one); it's called 'A Certain World of Darkness'.
That and the Author/writer has a really close name of yours. SF88 is used.
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“No, I don’t get it at all. I may claim to ‘understand’ Othinus, but I only know her as a girl. I don’t understand anything when it comes to her being a Magic God.” - Touma NT13
SmokingFerret88, you go on FFN right? I'm asking because there is a Story on there with a Mugino and Touma tag (don't think it's a shipping one); it's called 'A Certain World of Darkness'.
That and the Author/writer has a really close name of yours. SF88 is used.
It's him. Btw, you can go directly to his fic by clicking on the pic in his sig.
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This is nine! Nine! This is nine! Nine! This is ten! Ten! We have killed your friends! Every friend is now dead! This is six! Six! ... Eighteen! This is now eighteen! Take cover when the siren sounds! This is four! Four! ... Five! This is five! Ignore the siren! Even if you leave this room, you can never leave this room! Eight! This is eight! ... Six, this is six. This is goddamn fucking six!
I actually already have it favorited, I've read it at least twice by now.
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“No, I don’t get it at all. I may claim to ‘understand’ Othinus, but I only know her as a girl. I don’t understand anything when it comes to her being a Magic God.” - Touma NT13
btw is it a Shipping of those two? or just friendship. btw Frenda is hilarious.
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“No, I don’t get it at all. I may claim to ‘understand’ Othinus, but I only know her as a girl. I don’t understand anything when it comes to her being a Magic God.” - Touma NT13
2014-04-11, 10:16
Excellent job. That was fantastic!
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If you don't mind me asking, why did that line in particular stick out to you?
