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DISCLAIMER: Blue Seed is owned by Takada Yuzo, Takeshobo, ING/Production I.G./Xebec/, Star Child, BS Project, etc. I don't have any claim to the original manga or anime, so don't sue me!
This little vignette takes place the night right after the events in episode 19, "Heat Haze! Start on a Journey! Love, I'll Never be Far from You!," so it contains major spoilers for that ep only (with some exaggerations of my own, but hey, that's what fic writers are for, right?)!
The wind rustled the curtains of the bedroom window, blowing a few stray maple leaves into the darkened bedroom. A solitary figure uncurled from on the bed and trudged towards the small puddle of moonlight on the floor. She picked up one crimson leaf and, twirling it between two delicate fingers, and headed over to the window.
Two steps later she found herself face to face with the hardwood floor.
Momiji pushed herself up into a sitting position, reaching for the outstretched, black-gloved hand that wavered just in front of her; she could hear faint chuckling in front of her, see the flapping edge of a red trenchcoat as it waved in the wind....
She blinked twice, and the faint, smiling image of Kusanagi faded into nothingness, leaving the empty windowsill just above her head. "Oh, no...," she moaned. The teenaged Kushinada tossed the leaf aside and buried her head in her hands. "Why can't I get him out of my mind...?"
Her thoughts turned back through time, back to the office building in Kogure where she had dragged Kusanagi after he had been injured by that cat-Aragami. They had argued; she was on her feet, shouting after him as he began to walk away from her. He had turned back to her as she ranted on, tried repeatedly to interrupt her, but to no avail. "I love you!" she had finally shouted, "but you just don't care-"
And in one motion, Momiji had found herself swept up into a tight embrace, her body clutched against Kusanagi's. She could hear the rapid thumping of his heart, feel the incredible warmth of his skin even through the makeshift bandages she had wrapped around his chest, she could even smell the antiseptic she had put on his wounds and the faintest odor of sweat. A single, tiny drop of something warm and wet had suddenly splashed against her cheek. They remained embraced for an indeterminate length of time, simply standing there, until he finally let go. She had looked up at him in amazement and hope; was it her imagination, or was there a shimmer of tears in his eyes? "Just give me a little time," he had finally said, holding her at arm's length. "When this is all over, I'll come back. I swear I'll come back for you."
Momiji sighed, recollecting that single moment. "I've got to stop worrying about him," she whispered. "I have to... huh?"
She looked up at the windowsill; a single, perfect cherry blossom rested on the edge nearest her. Next to the flower, hanging on a bit of nail that was hammered in wrong, was a small scrap of heavy red fabric. She picked the two up and cradled them in one hand. The delicate scent of the blossom mingled with the familiar scent of sweat and mown grass from the bit of fabric. The teen smiled and leaned out her bedroom window, staring off into the horizon. "I love you, Kusanagi," she breathed. "I'll be here, waiting for you....."
She closed the window, never noticing the pair of slitted eyes staring back at her from the nearby foliage. "I promise I'll be back for you, Momiji," the figure said softly before melting away into the darkness.