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And the moral of the story is: Time travel = bad
All the chatting I've been doing about the TAT AUs lately has sparked off another fic universe - first Omi mucks up the going back in time, and when he goes back again he takes the Raimundo of the parallel universe to help. This little scene is post that Raimundo becoming a wangsty little bugger about it. ^_^
And as it's just that rare for me to write RaiKim, I thought I'd post it up as a scribble. I thought it was quite sweet.
*
"Hey, Kimiko."
Kimiko paused on the ladder, watching the boy who had named her presence without even turning around. "Hey, Rai," she answered softly.
There was a long moment of silence as a breeze blew over the roof. Kimiko only took the last few steps and sat beside him when Raimundo glanced back, self concious, and pulled the knee not hanging over the edge closer.
"I'm sorry about before," she said, looking out over the land beyond the temple, wondering what it must look like to someone who hadn't grown up with the view. "I didn't think."
Strangely, that made the boy smile. "Classic Kimiko," he whispered, and looked up at her shyly. "I miss my world, but you're making it easier by..." He bit his lip. "You're not so different from my Kimiko, and I wish it didn't feel like betrayal to say it."
She didn't quite know what to say to that, so she didn't say anything. "Your Kimiko?" she asked instead.
"My world is gone, now." He rested his chin on his knee, looking back to the landscape. "I'm the only one left to remember her, so yeah, she's my Kimiko, and the Wuya I knew, the Good Wuya that trained both of us, is my Wuya, too." Silence as his eyes burned at the horizon. "I should never have gone. I should have argued, but Wuya said... She said that it would change things the least if we made him change things in that particular way.
"But your cowboy friend down there proves it - she's not the Dragon of Earth here, and from what you said about the Heylin, she's probably evil, too." He squeezed his eyes shut against tears. "I just want to go home and have everything be normal again."
Kimiko reached across to put her hand on his shoulder, but hesitated, not knowing how he'd react. "What was your Kimiko like?" she asked, carefully putting her hand behind her on the roof.
His eyes returned to the buildings below. "She was my best friend," he said haltingly, guarded at first. "The bravest person I ever met, and the most passionate. Wuya was never like that, she was too used to thinking everything through, but you- I mean, she..." He trailed off before trying to make light of it. "She could always kick my butt, too. Once she learned the Heylin Fire Meditation, no-one could beat her in a fight!"
He looked back at her, gauging her reaction, and the hasty smile faltered. "It's weird to see her face and have to remind myself that you aren't the same person," he said, almost to himself. "Do you mind if-" He lifted his hand. She nodded; he reached out to touch her cheek. Where the tattoo would be, her inner voice whispered.
And as it's just that rare for me to write RaiKim, I thought I'd post it up as a scribble. I thought it was quite sweet.
*
"Hey, Kimiko."
Kimiko paused on the ladder, watching the boy who had named her presence without even turning around. "Hey, Rai," she answered softly.
There was a long moment of silence as a breeze blew over the roof. Kimiko only took the last few steps and sat beside him when Raimundo glanced back, self concious, and pulled the knee not hanging over the edge closer.
"I'm sorry about before," she said, looking out over the land beyond the temple, wondering what it must look like to someone who hadn't grown up with the view. "I didn't think."
Strangely, that made the boy smile. "Classic Kimiko," he whispered, and looked up at her shyly. "I miss my world, but you're making it easier by..." He bit his lip. "You're not so different from my Kimiko, and I wish it didn't feel like betrayal to say it."
She didn't quite know what to say to that, so she didn't say anything. "Your Kimiko?" she asked instead.
"My world is gone, now." He rested his chin on his knee, looking back to the landscape. "I'm the only one left to remember her, so yeah, she's my Kimiko, and the Wuya I knew, the Good Wuya that trained both of us, is my Wuya, too." Silence as his eyes burned at the horizon. "I should never have gone. I should have argued, but Wuya said... She said that it would change things the least if we made him change things in that particular way.
"But your cowboy friend down there proves it - she's not the Dragon of Earth here, and from what you said about the Heylin, she's probably evil, too." He squeezed his eyes shut against tears. "I just want to go home and have everything be normal again."
Kimiko reached across to put her hand on his shoulder, but hesitated, not knowing how he'd react. "What was your Kimiko like?" she asked, carefully putting her hand behind her on the roof.
His eyes returned to the buildings below. "She was my best friend," he said haltingly, guarded at first. "The bravest person I ever met, and the most passionate. Wuya was never like that, she was too used to thinking everything through, but you- I mean, she..." He trailed off before trying to make light of it. "She could always kick my butt, too. Once she learned the Heylin Fire Meditation, no-one could beat her in a fight!"
He looked back at her, gauging her reaction, and the hasty smile faltered. "It's weird to see her face and have to remind myself that you aren't the same person," he said, almost to himself. "Do you mind if-" He lifted his hand. She nodded; he reached out to touch her cheek. Where the tattoo would be, her inner voice whispered.