When I woke up, I was, surprise surprise, back in the infirmary. I was back in the bed. The needle was back in my arm. I was once again teetering on the verge of death. I assumed so anyways. But I was not worried for my life. My first thought was that I felt fucking awful. Not nauseous, not hurt, just fucking stupid. I had wanted so desperately bad to keep it together. I had lost my footing in the home stretch.
So now who fucking knew what was happening? I had set out terms, and he had agreed to them, but then...nothing. We hadn't settled up or come to an agreement as to how we'd go about this and it made me think that my worst fear was coming true and I might have to do all of that all over again.
I was all alone in a curtained room, not hearing anyone outside. I took it upon myself to use the privacy to cry. At least it was just release, everything that was welling up behind my eyes, tear after tear rolling down my cheeks and onto my gown. Not long after, it became real crying, and then sobbing, and then a desperate heaving affair that sounded like a wounded animal had taken over control of my body.
Recovery Girl came in, frantic and worried, mistook my sobbing for pain, pressed a few buttons, and then I was back to sleep.
When I woke up again, people were there. Well, person. Just Aizawa, standing over me as an ominous figure in all black. I remembered the crying, the pain, the humiliation, the failure. It was worse having it perceived this time. I started crying all over again.
"For fuck's sake!" I said, slamming my hands down onto the bed on either side of me. No needle anymore, I managed to notice. "I was so close! I was so close! I fell apart right at the finish line. I didn't want to fail. I just wanted to be finished. I just wanted it to be done!"
Aizawa watched all of this, still and motionless. It went on a while longer. It got more incoherent and unhinged, and I only stopped because my voice was getting raspy and I started to feel it and breathing was harder. I took breaths like sips through a straw, the way Recovery Girl has taught me to do when I got overwhelmed.
"What are you talking about?" Aizawa asked.
"I don't want to do all of that again," I said. My voice was weak. "I don't want to see him again. I just want to be done."
"You are done."
"I didn't finish it," I said, wholly angered by his ignorance.
"I finished it for you," he said.
Once again, the world stopped. He had dropped so many things into my lap that had taken me by surprise, and this did it all over again. What did he mean by it? And more importantly, why did he keep on taking care of me and cleaning on the messes I was leaving all over the place with my newfound incompetence?
He reached into the blackness of his outfit, into a pocket somewhere, I assumed, because of how he pulled paper out of wherever his hand had been. He unfolded the thick stack, which was folded in thirds. He looked over them. It wasn't one document. It was multiple. They were separated by staples.
"This is the dissolution of your princess contract," he said, tossing the first at the foot of my bed. "This is the dissolution of contracts for your staff, your sisters, and your mother. This is your documentation of how you've all officially entered Japan as refugee citizens fleeing family monarchy. This is a temporary agreement that you have entered UA's care, which keeps you out of the foster system. This is the deed to your house, which for now, is also under UA's jurisdiction. How's that for a freedom to love hero?"
That was the last one.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"Gone," he answered.
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Supernova
Fanfiction"That being said, my sentiments were genuine. I've always thought of you as a Supernova." It gets dark, so read at your own risk. Started 20/04/22
