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Flutter of Wings [open - Bendytimed after Virus Plot]

Matt was back in action.

Sort of.

Dressed in sleeping clothes and a housecoat, he still sported bandages all over his body but the sheer quantity of them were hidden under his robes. Some of them peeked out from under his sleeves and shorts, but he was feeling much better after the numerous treatments.

Currently his bed was propped up with pillows as he sat up in bed, a pencil moving across a paper as he hummed out a tune, making notations as his voice pitched higher or lower. Waggling it between his fingers, he tapped the pencil again before writing again.

"Bring in the dream, the flutter of wings, give the chaos a shake and bring it to a halt..." he murmured before changing a few of the lyrics.

So engrossed in his song writing, he didn't notice he had left the door open for visitors. Not like he could stop anyone however from entering.

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Asuna was somewhat back in action herself, finally over the virus that had caused her to flip out and nearly kill someone who'd been kind enough to let her stay onboard the bus that she'd nearly destroyed...! At the moment, she was silently staring at her Pactio card while semiconsciously making her way toward the open door.

"Sorry about that! I didn't know it was open, but..."

The second she realized who's room it was, the girl's visage took on a different appearance entirely. That person she'd nearly killed? It was Matt.

Matt looked up as he was chewing on the end of the pencil, and slowly he pulled it out before gazing at Asuna. And then he smiled, waving her in. "Come on in," he invited.

In truth, relief was flooding his body as he had been worried sick about her for ages. "How do you feel?" he inquired softly.

"Terrible. But if you mean mentally, I'm fine." came her response after a moment of wondering what to say to someone after you'd nearly killed them. Apologizing didn't seem to be enough.

Awkward wasn't it? Matt sighed and he sat up a little more as he gestured her over. "Come on, sit down. I don't have a chair but you can sit on the edge of my bed."

He chucked softly. "I don't bite you know..."

"I'm glad you're mentally better but I'm sure that's not all that's on your mind..." said Matt.

Asuna silently sat down, lightly nodding her head in response to Matt's latter comment.

"...How come you haven't kicked me out yet?"

"Because it wasn't your fault," said Matt, setting his paper down on his lap and putting the pencil down. "You were affected by the virus, it drove you to the state that hurt me."

"I wouldn't be a very good person if I kicked you out because of that," added Matt. "I wouldn't be a very good friend."

"...You really consider me a friend, Matt?" Asuna's eyes widened a bit, glancing up toward him while mentally seeing his near-beaten body slumped against the W.I.T.C.H. bus.

Matt smiled and it was his kind gentle look as he nodded. "Yeah I do. C'mere."

And he leaned forward and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay. I told you before I passed out princesses don't cry. You're a wonderful young woman and you shouldn't be upset because you have friends to help you cope."

Asuna may not have cried, but she did sniffle a bit as she accepted the hug without question. "...What were you singing earlier? It sounded nice."

"It's a song I'm writing right now," said Matt as he rubbed her back. She may not cry but she was radiating depression all over the place. He silently hoped Negi would show up soon and talk with her as well.

"I've been having dreams of dark wings, and I need to see about writing the lyrics down. I keep rewriting the lyrics though."

"I'm sure it'll come to you...from what I hear you're quite talented with writing." Asuna was feeling a little better but still didn't believe she deserved forgiveness. She was supposed to use her abilities to protect Negi and her friends, not destroy them...!

"I love music," admitted Matt as he played with the pencil. "To be able to create something people enjoy, that's the greatest gift of all."

He smiled. "You know you have a nice voice too. Have you considered singing once in a while?"

"...You're not serious! Are you?" Asuna blinked repeatedly, jerking back in surprise. The idea hadn't even crossed her mind during the years she'd been infatuated with Takahata-sensei.

"I usually don't kid about music," he replied seriously before turning a smile up on his lips. "When I get better enough to play my guitar, why don't you come out to the main room and I'll teach you the lyrics. We can start with some easy songs and go from there."

Arika comes from her room, long hair bound in a plaited braid (much more comfortable for quick movements, she has discovered), wearing another one of Rein's creations. (http://i904.photobucket.com/albums/ac247/writesonthesly/Arika/711101S.jpg) Her low-heels made soft sounds against the carpet floor of the bus as she turns towards the source of the voices. Hearing Matt's voice, she softly smiles. Good. Talking means feeling better.

She walks to his location, around a corner, prepared to greet him properly...when she sees just who he is talking to. Her mouth suddenly goes dry.

"...I guess so." Asuna wasn't certain about singing, but if it would help get her mind off what she'd done when she was sick. She allowed a small smile to cross her face, not even realizing that the two of them weren't alone anymore.

Matt looked up at the new visitor and he waved her in. "Arika," he said politely, nodding at her. "It's okay, she's okay."

His hand came down on Asuna's own and he squeezed it gently. "It's okay, I've forgiven her. Actually, there's not much to forgive since it wasn't her fault at all aaaaand I'm babbling."

He rubbed his head nervously.

Arika doesn't hear Matt. All she can do is focus upon the girl.

Those pigtails...that smile...

"...Asuna?"

Asuna turned around, looked over at the girl who Matt had called Arika...and blinked a few times. She knew her?

"Yeah, that's me..."

Matt blinked at that. "You two haven't met yet?" he inquired curiously. "Well, um, Asuna this is Arika, Arika this is Asuna. This is Negi's mom."

"I know her," Arika says. How can she... "Do you not remember me, Asuna?"

She dearly hopes that is not the case.

Asuna quickly hid her Pactio card behind her back, doing her best to try and actually remember the other girl but...

"I'm sorry. It's all hazy and jumbled up. It's still nice to meet you, ma'am. Negi-sensei's been...interesting to have around."

Matt rubbed his chin. Clearly Arika knew Asuna, in a way that was more than a first encounter. He was good at reading cues like that. Looking at the two women, he noted similarities. Dual-toned eyes down to the same EYE being the same color, blonde hair, reddish blonde hair...

"... you two aren't related by blood are you?" inquired Matt.

Akamatsu-sensei, this is Matt pounding on your door do you accept the charges?

"No. We are not." But Asuna was very dear to Arika. "But Nagi and I both cared for her when she was very young. So it is possible that she does not remember me." She has to reach a logical reason for as to why this child does not remember her.

"...Really?" The only few things Asuna could remember when she was closer to Negi agewise involved a certain teacher and his constant smoking.

"Nagi... is he related to Negi then?" inquired Matt curiously. He looked over at Asuna. If they weren't related, they did a damn good job LOOKING like they were at least.

"Nagi is my husband, and Negi's father," the former Queen replies. "Fortunately, Negi does not appear to have inherited Nagi's perversions..."

"...Of course he wouldn't!" Asuna noticed that Matt was looking at her and glanced away, a faint tinge of red appearing on her cheeks.

"Negi-sensei could end up in the middle of the swimming pool with the rest of 3-A in nothing but their towels and go beet red before apologizing for something he had no control over - which, knowing him, is showing up unannounced."

"Resilent kid," chuckled Matt at that. "But then again, he is just what, ten? He'll grow into a fine young man I'm sure."

"Although Asuna, you've got a great right hook. Ever thought of helping me out training Vivio?" added Matt.

"...You have no idea." Asuna muttered under her breath, having seen the kid change into said young man on a few occasions already. Her cheeks flared up more at hearing Matt's compliment.

"Seriously? You think she has potential, huh?"

"She's a tough little kid," admitted Matt. "I would think that you two could benefit from each other."

He smiled at Asuna, laying a hand on hers. "But don't push yourself, okay? The training room's open all the time but until you feel better, I don't want you in there. Okay?"

Asuna's eyebrows rose a bit but she allowed a geniune smile to appear on her face while eyeing Matt back. Part of her wondered if that meant she shouldn't try training until she stopped blaming herself for what had happened.

"Okay...what's gonna stop her from going in there and training her heart out? Especially if she's as tough as nails?" Her smile turned into a semi-confident smirk within seconds.

Matt snickered. "Because she's probably got something else to worry about right now."

"Don't worry bout it for now. Just try to relax a little."

"I'll try." sighed Asuna, giving Matt a half-frown with her cheeks still somewhat flushed before she went on. "Probably won't be easy, but I'll do my best."

He . . . might want to get un-engrossed for this visitor.

"Matt?"

She stands in the doorway, still in her Guardian form. All those weeks of running mazes in GLADOS, just because she had done it so many times before didn't mean Will had gotten to like it . . . but as glad as she is to be back, coming back to a heavily bandaged boyfriend . . .

"Matt, it's me - I'm back - what happened?"

"Will..." Now it made sense, the last words on his lips before he nearly passed out days ago. She HAD been taken by GlaDoS, there was an explanation for it all, the hollow sensation when he passed her door, the empty plate he set out every morning for breakfast.

"I uh, got into a fight," said Matt. "Came out on the losing end. It looks worse than it really is."

Lies really, but he didn't want Will to worry or storm out and hurt Asuna or SOMETHING.

That was an impending cat fight that would wreck the city.

Pardon her for a moment, all of her nightmares are playing across her mind. You know, the ones where terrible things happen to him, and she isn't there to help.

Then, Matt is injured. Matt needs hugs. Gentle ones, because, again, injured.

"I'm so, so sorry. I don't even know how long I've been gone, but I missed you so much. I should have been there to fight with you."

"It's okay," soothed Matt as he hugged back gently. "I forgave the one who hurt me. It wasn't her fault at all, there was a viral infection that caused people to go wild and out of control."

He rubbed her back gently, feeling that warm frame beneath his palm. "I wouldn't feel right if I didn't forgive her for one incident out of our control."

She lets herself enjoy the hug for a while. Oh, how she's missed this.

"Back up," she says, when she finally does let go. "Start at the beginning. There was a virus? Somebody on the crew did this?"

"Seems like it was accidental," said Matt. "The city was quarantined while people were rescued and cured. We just moved back in after the virus was removed from the air."

"As for the crew member, it's one of Negi's friends, his student Asuna. She was infected and I didn't realize it till it was too late. By then, I was up against the bus being tended to by Arika and Katara and Zetta. I must have passed out during that." added Matt. "It really isn't her fault, she was just out of control."

"Oh. I don't know her."

It's going to be awful, meeting her and thinking of her from the start as "the person who attacked Matt while I was running mazes.

"Matt, how long have I been gone? It feels like months."

"Yeah, she woke up after you dropped off the radar," said Matt, shaking his head and sighing.

"I think... it's almost been half a year. Maybe more. It's been a long time." said Matt. "With the whole GlaDoS keeping us from remembering people, it's hard to pinpoint when you dropped off."

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