God Eater: Infinity Paradise

32. Sunlight on Snow

Yuka slept like a rock.

In fact, she felt like she'd been sleeping for two—probably three—days straight. The good thing about it was that she felt completely energized, as if ripping through the body of a huge Aragami like an Ouroborous would be but a simple task. The downside—her sight had a hard time adjusting to the sudden burst of light that she had to blink a lot of times and stare blankly at the white ceiling right above her, before she regained herself. That, and she had to fight the urge to stay in the bed and snuggle for three more days.

It was utter silence in the sick bay, sunlight peeking through the small slits in between the column of pale green curtains. I could really use some food now, she then thought, just as a low growl in her stomach broke the serene silence she was indulging herself with. Seriously, how long was I down? She forced herself to sit up, groaning slightly.

"About time you wake up, Sleepyhead," a voice at her side hissed.

She grunted to herself and slumped back on the bed without any other word, hiding underneath the cotton white sheets. "I'm not talking to you, bastard."

Soma was certain he was going to pop a vein or two. "After I carried your heavy sack ass from the field up to here, that's how you treat me?" He watched her turn around, further wrapping herself with the blanket that she looks like a human burrito. Her cheeks were puffed out to a small pout, bed hair practically everywhere. "Don't give me that look. They thought you were dead. Three days, you were a goner." Hearing that, her body shot up in surprise, blue eyes widening at the male. She crawled out of the bed, tripping over her burrito wrapping and landing right onto the male God Eater's chest with a muffled 'umpf!' Soma had backed away as flat against the wall as possible, but the impact still had him coughing and grumbling in pain. "Be more careful, dammit!"

"What the hell..." Yuka hissed against the fabric of his shirt. "Since when did you start smelling like pudding...?"

Soma made a sound close enough to an irritated growl. "Blame a certain dumbass for pouring all his food on my shirt. Nearly killed him for it."

She cocked up a brow. "And you haven't changed? You're gross. That thing is sticky as shit. Ugh." Yuka's lips drew to a thin scowl of disapproval, to which Soma grumbled a "Tell me about it" under his breath. And just like that, the whole of their argument, and everything that happened before she fell to a three-day coma had been forgotten, squashed at the back of their heads and hopefully, never to be brought up again. They were never made for those sappy apologies and the last time Yuka remembers Soma told her a genuine and heartfelt sorry was when they were still kids. She doesn't even recall how old they were, but they were kids. Just kids.

It was one of the days he decided it was a good idea to escape the lab—to run away from this kind of future they were chained to. And it was one of the days he actually succeeded, going as far as drive everyone insane. Soma, this little kid who's on his shoulders lie the future line of defense against Aragamis, had gone missing. Who wouldn't lose their minds, right? Yuka's memory of that day was vague, to be honest, with most of it just blurry colors and faint voices. Despite that, a part of her was certain an Aragami larger than an Ogretail was involved—was that a Vajra? Huh, it can't be possible—and that she was the one who found Soma.

Then it was a long round of her crying, worried sick about him, yelling—"You left me!"—and then crying again. Only when she settled down to sobs did a meek 'sorry' slip past his lips.

Well, after that, they kind of stopped saying 'sorry' and just forgive each other as soon as one of them starts talking to the other. This kind of friendship, Yuka mused to herself, is actually pretty weird. And although it sounds nice and all, it does nothing but feed this man's pride, thinking he could do his damage and not apologize for it. Blue eyes fell on the visible stain left by the wasted dessert, and the blonde quickly frowned. "So, you still have no plans to change? Say yes and I swear I'd rip off your clothes for you."