Fitting Back Together

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Yumiko sighed, tightening her grip around Magna's waist momentarily as she nuzzled deeper into the back of her neck. Hair tickled her nose, attempting to smother her the further she burrowed, but she loathed the thought of releasing her hold long enough to reach up and brush it aside.

If she died of suffocation here and now at least it would be a pleasant way to go. Much better than getting devoured by the undead, or rotting away in bed from infection.

Magna shifted, urging Yumiko to tighten her hold lest she get the objectionable idea to move away, but only her arm made any such attempt: a hand sweeping back to collect her hair, move it out of the way of her face.

She pressed a smile into Magna's skin. Though Yumiko had given no sign, no indication, she'd sensed the problem nonetheless. Just as she always had in the past.

They hadn't lost that.

She waited for Magna to settle again, before sealing a grateful kiss against her shoulder. "You said that we don't fit together here. But I'd say we fit together just fine."

Magna trailed a hand up her arm. "Inside these four walls maybe."

"Then I guess we'll just have to stay in here forever."

"Not sure that's the best idea." She could hear the reluctant grin in Magna's voice. "My cupboard is pretty bare. Food situation could get dire."

"Our friends can deliver us food and keep us fed. Water too."

Yumiko was committed to the idea now.

"What about your fancy new job?"

"I'll call in sick."

"Forever?"

"Very sick."

She chuckled, turning over to face her. "With what?"

"Magnitis. Not contagious but unfortunately there's no cure as of yet."

Magna raised a brow. "Calling me a sickness? Now that's romantic."

Yumiko set her fingers on her stomach, tip toeing them up her ribs - enjoying the subtle change in her breathing, the way goosebumps instantly rose to greet her. "Treatments include staying in bed for various. . . activities. Plenty of kisses. And cuddling on the couch. Tomi can confirm the diagnosis. He owes me one after dragging his drunken arse home last night."

"Yeah, what was that about?"

Abandoning her teasing, Yumiko reached up to toy with her hair, allowing herself a moment to stall. "He's struggling with some adjustments of his own. This isn't his world either. Though, unlike you, he doesn't want to be a part of the upper class. I actually think it's his worst nightmare."

"I don't want to be a part of the upper class, Miko - I don't want there to be an upper class." She let out a frustrated breath. "I just want things to be how they were before. No-one higher or lower than anybody else. Even footing. Remember when it was just you, me and the others? We were all the same. . . we were family."

We still are.

"I remember," Yumiko murmured, drawing her closer.

"Now Luke's back at Oceanside, Bernie's dead, and you, Connie and Kelly are part of a world that I can't be."

She hadn't really thought about what it must have been like for Magna. To watch her family move off in different directions, unable to follow a single one of them. Luke had Jules. Connie and Kelly had each other. And these days, Yumiko had her brother, Eugene, Princess, Ezekiel, and Connie and Kelly.