15th click || Only the moment we embrace...
[Video is turned on suddenly, two girls in focus, the dark-haired one leaning in over the blonde, arm around her shoulders for support and fingers squeezing the blonde's limp hand gently.
Their outlines are fuzzy, as if seen through half-closed eyes and their surroundings are a haze, the sounds of distant screaming and fighting only seeming like background noise.
"Himeko. Please, Himeko." Chikane says, her eyes fixed on Himeko's bruised face. "I beg you. Wake up. Or else I... I..."
The blonde remains unresponsive for a couple of seconds, then her fingers squeeze the dark-haired girl's in return, her breathing deepening. "Chikane-chan," she mutters uneasily, eyes still closed.
Chikane's features soften, adopting an expression of both fondness and unspoken worry. Looking nervous, she reaches out to push Himeko's bangs out of her face, hesitant as she answers: "Himeko."
In the background the sound of an enormous energy blast resounds. Himeko is still half in her own world and Chikane's face shows her inner turmoil as she slowly, ever so slowly, cups the other girl's face and leans closer.
Himeko's eyes open. Just a sliver of purple irises and black pupils. However, as Chikane's face draws nearer, her eyes widen gradually, until finally...
Lips only inches apart, Chikane murmurs: "Happy birthday." Then she closes the short gap between them, not noticing how Himeko's eyes widen fully in a mix of surprise and shock. As they kiss, Himeko stares straight ahead, slack in Chikane's gentle hold on her.
Neither of them pay any notice to the distant scream of a male voice.
Eventually, as the kiss carries on, the dark-haired girl's mouth firm against the blonde's but her embrace tender, Himeko once again closes her eyes. This time in pleasure.
Camera moves up, focusing on the sky glowing in fireworks of rainbow-coloured light. The image fades out, video little by little turning pitch dark. As suddenly as it began, it shuts down in a flash of white.]
EDIT: I... no... my dream... Hiyori-chan, I... I can't delete it! How... how did it get... here... What... what if Chikane-chan sees! I... she'll hate me...
Why doesn't it feel... like a dream? I... I remember... it felt nice... when Chikane-chan...
EDIT 2: Chikane-chan, I'm... I'm sorry. I... I didn't tell you... it's... I'm really sorry.
EDIT 3: You... you were wrong... Hiyori-chan... I... I told her... and now... now I think... she must really hate me...
[ooc: Yep, cursed like whoa. The City decided to tug a little at Himeko's unconscious memories of her time before Chikane's death and rebirth, so... this is the result. The first time Chikane and Himeko kissed, on their birthday when they both awakened as Miko. Of course, so far Himeko thinks it's one of her weird, lesbian dreams that have been put on public display and she doesn't actually remember that it's from her past. She will soonish, though, if someone cares to tell her it's a memory and not a dream. The Miko/Mecha/savin'-the-world stuff will follow later, for now it's enough for her to slowly realise that Chikane-chan is actually from her world and the entire past-lives issue. D'aw, she's so crushed.]
Their outlines are fuzzy, as if seen through half-closed eyes and their surroundings are a haze, the sounds of distant screaming and fighting only seeming like background noise.
"Himeko. Please, Himeko." Chikane says, her eyes fixed on Himeko's bruised face. "I beg you. Wake up. Or else I... I..."
The blonde remains unresponsive for a couple of seconds, then her fingers squeeze the dark-haired girl's in return, her breathing deepening. "Chikane-chan," she mutters uneasily, eyes still closed.
Chikane's features soften, adopting an expression of both fondness and unspoken worry. Looking nervous, she reaches out to push Himeko's bangs out of her face, hesitant as she answers: "Himeko."
In the background the sound of an enormous energy blast resounds. Himeko is still half in her own world and Chikane's face shows her inner turmoil as she slowly, ever so slowly, cups the other girl's face and leans closer.
Himeko's eyes open. Just a sliver of purple irises and black pupils. However, as Chikane's face draws nearer, her eyes widen gradually, until finally...
Lips only inches apart, Chikane murmurs: "Happy birthday." Then she closes the short gap between them, not noticing how Himeko's eyes widen fully in a mix of surprise and shock. As they kiss, Himeko stares straight ahead, slack in Chikane's gentle hold on her.
Neither of them pay any notice to the distant scream of a male voice.
Eventually, as the kiss carries on, the dark-haired girl's mouth firm against the blonde's but her embrace tender, Himeko once again closes her eyes. This time in pleasure.
Camera moves up, focusing on the sky glowing in fireworks of rainbow-coloured light. The image fades out, video little by little turning pitch dark. As suddenly as it began, it shuts down in a flash of white.]
EDIT: I... no... my dream... Hiyori-chan, I... I can't delete it! How... how did it get... here... What... what if Chikane-chan sees! I... she'll hate me...
Why doesn't it feel... like a dream? I... I remember... it felt nice... when Chikane-chan...
EDIT 2: Chikane-chan, I'm... I'm sorry. I... I didn't tell you... it's... I'm really sorry.
EDIT 3: You... you were wrong... Hiyori-chan... I... I told her... and now... now I think... she must really hate me...
[ooc: Yep, cursed like whoa. The City decided to tug a little at Himeko's unconscious memories of her time before Chikane's death and rebirth, so... this is the result. The first time Chikane and Himeko kissed, on their birthday when they both awakened as Miko. Of course, so far Himeko thinks it's one of her weird, lesbian dreams that have been put on public display and she doesn't actually remember that it's from her past. She will soonish, though, if someone cares to tell her it's a memory and not a dream. The Miko/Mecha/savin'-the-world stuff will follow later, for now it's enough for her to slowly realise that Chikane-chan is actually from her world and the entire past-lives issue. D'aw, she's so crushed.]