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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2016-09-25 10:14 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2016-09-25 10:14 pm
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Set You Apart
The ending goes slightly differently. Kurisu doesn't find the lab or Okarin before she goes back to America, so she keeps coming back to Japan instead.
Main Points:
Steins;Gate Genderbend
Chapter Summary: Kurisu can't stop looking for answers after her father stabs a stranger.
Word Count: 625
Rating: teen
Makise Kurisu attends a convention, and it’s hard.
Not a science convention. That’s easy, like a fish in water. No, an honest-to-goodness convention in Akihabara. She may be an @ channeler and know the lingo, but that’s online. She can do that privately when no one else has to know that the published Makise Kurisu has a juvenile hobby. At least she’s not wearing her usual clothes, here. She’d hate to be recognized, articles written about her like they are for Dad.
She’s not sure what exactly keeps dragging her back here, but it’s fighting against gravity. Her mother’s worried. She’s obsessed with finding her savior, still, wants to thank him and ask him a million questions that linger unremembered on her tongue. She finds posts by Hououin Kyouma, but the man no longer posts (at least, not under that name) and she wonders if he’s dead but can’t quite bring herself to believe it.
She’s restless. A life that made sense no longer does, lost in uncertain dreams and things she, the girl genius, doesn’t understand.
And then she hears a voice. “No, no, I can’t do this, I won’t! What if the Organization finds—” And it’s impossibly familiar, half-remembered like something in a dream.
A childish giggle of a girl bright and kind in need of a hug. “You worry about the silliest things, Okarin. No one will recognize you or find you like this. Mayushii did a good job.”
She turns the corner, and time stops.
There’s familiar forms that she doesn’t recognize and knows intimately, better than her own mind and soul, these days.
It’s a good thing he’s not wearing anything skimpier, or her mind would have stopped completely. There’s just the smallest curve, flattered by Mayuri’s sewing, and there’s a wig, and she would easily have passed her rescuer on the street without recognizing him, but—those eyes.
Of course, he’s a girl is quickly followed by Gender does not matter to a mad scientist!
And her cheeks redden, and she finds herself yelling, “You call me the pervert, but you’re the one cross-dressing!” before blushing even harder, because no matter the outcome that’s really not something you say to the idiot who got stabbed in your stead, let alone out of the blue, and then he smiles softly and doesn’t break into an evil laugh and everything slots into place.
It’s fragile. Soft, like he’ll break into a million places. He, the one who’d taken the knife meant for her, he, the one who’d had the strength to jump, again and again, fueled by the fire of determination to save—
There aren’t words, not ones that make sense. “Welcome back, Christina,” he states, and it’s suddenly not a mocking nickname and she really has no idea how to deal with any of this. He gently presses a pin into her hand that she’ll treasure forever, knowing that it’s precious beyond price and with no idea of why or how.
“So you’re another female lab mem! Okarin talks about Kurisu-chan a lot!” And she suddenly has a handful of adorable and no real arguments.
“She’s exaggerating,” he corrects, smiling at the two of them, before saying softly, “…But you were missed.”
She came to this place seeking answers to questions she didn’t know how to ask. She watches as the mad scientist Hououin Kyouma (so that wasn’t a real name, let alone real gender, that’s why she could never find her savior, of course) effortlessly steps into another role provided by Mayuri, as if all men and women really are actors in some cosmic play. Suddenly an empty question spins into todays and tomorrows with promise of friends and answers, and her world takes on life and colour again.
Main Points:
Steins;Gate Genderbend
Chapter Summary: Kurisu can't stop looking for answers after her father stabs a stranger.
Word Count: 625
Rating: teen
Makise Kurisu attends a convention, and it’s hard.
Not a science convention. That’s easy, like a fish in water. No, an honest-to-goodness convention in Akihabara. She may be an @ channeler and know the lingo, but that’s online. She can do that privately when no one else has to know that the published Makise Kurisu has a juvenile hobby. At least she’s not wearing her usual clothes, here. She’d hate to be recognized, articles written about her like they are for Dad.
She’s not sure what exactly keeps dragging her back here, but it’s fighting against gravity. Her mother’s worried. She’s obsessed with finding her savior, still, wants to thank him and ask him a million questions that linger unremembered on her tongue. She finds posts by Hououin Kyouma, but the man no longer posts (at least, not under that name) and she wonders if he’s dead but can’t quite bring herself to believe it.
She’s restless. A life that made sense no longer does, lost in uncertain dreams and things she, the girl genius, doesn’t understand.
And then she hears a voice. “No, no, I can’t do this, I won’t! What if the Organization finds—” And it’s impossibly familiar, half-remembered like something in a dream.
A childish giggle of a girl bright and kind in need of a hug. “You worry about the silliest things, Okarin. No one will recognize you or find you like this. Mayushii did a good job.”
She turns the corner, and time stops.
There’s familiar forms that she doesn’t recognize and knows intimately, better than her own mind and soul, these days.
It’s a good thing he’s not wearing anything skimpier, or her mind would have stopped completely. There’s just the smallest curve, flattered by Mayuri’s sewing, and there’s a wig, and she would easily have passed her rescuer on the street without recognizing him, but—those eyes.
Of course, he’s a girl is quickly followed by Gender does not matter to a mad scientist!
And her cheeks redden, and she finds herself yelling, “You call me the pervert, but you’re the one cross-dressing!” before blushing even harder, because no matter the outcome that’s really not something you say to the idiot who got stabbed in your stead, let alone out of the blue, and then he smiles softly and doesn’t break into an evil laugh and everything slots into place.
It’s fragile. Soft, like he’ll break into a million places. He, the one who’d taken the knife meant for her, he, the one who’d had the strength to jump, again and again, fueled by the fire of determination to save—
There aren’t words, not ones that make sense. “Welcome back, Christina,” he states, and it’s suddenly not a mocking nickname and she really has no idea how to deal with any of this. He gently presses a pin into her hand that she’ll treasure forever, knowing that it’s precious beyond price and with no idea of why or how.
“So you’re another female lab mem! Okarin talks about Kurisu-chan a lot!” And she suddenly has a handful of adorable and no real arguments.
“She’s exaggerating,” he corrects, smiling at the two of them, before saying softly, “…But you were missed.”
She came to this place seeking answers to questions she didn’t know how to ask. She watches as the mad scientist Hououin Kyouma (so that wasn’t a real name, let alone real gender, that’s why she could never find her savior, of course) effortlessly steps into another role provided by Mayuri, as if all men and women really are actors in some cosmic play. Suddenly an empty question spins into todays and tomorrows with promise of friends and answers, and her world takes on life and colour again.