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Red lilies.
Red lilies all adorned on her head that tooks off the strong bright color of her blue tinged with green hair and a beautiful long white silk dress...so so long, especially for her small height.
This is how the girl had welcomed him, adorned with this sober and in some ways free style.
"Don't you even say hello anymore, Steiner?" she pursues him, while she looked at him from above, picking up some of his cheeky blond hair.
Is by that, that Weisz realized that he was lying under a tree of red apples, some of which had fallen around him.
"What the fuck ...?" He asked, starting to get up, but being blocked by a sharp pain in the back of his head.
"You took a good hit earlier" Hermit replied before giggling loudly "I think it's my fault. Excuse me,sweetie."
The blond, in seeing her giggling like that, was able to recognize the bluenette he sees everyday, which teased and mocked him a little, and yet something ...
Something ... it seemed strange ...
Something was wrong.
But he did not have time to understand where he was or what was happening that he was pulled by the arm with her hands slightly smaller but just as strong as his own, who pulled him up and began to jump happily for what looked like a well-flowered field well-kept and with a beautiful view of a nearby pond.
While Hermit was slippery and evasive to be next to him, Weisz sought that contact feeling dazed and out of the world, he probably would have fallen to the ground if he had not tried to grab her.
His ears were blocked, his head completely out of this world and everything seemed muffled and unstable, even the sight of him.
Yet she ran in front of him like a rabbit running away from its prey, which made him want to grab her to stop her while both her head and body became so heavy, so heavy.
One wrist.
He dragged her by the wrist.
And with an arm around her neck he hugs her, almost suffocating her.
"Weisz come on, leave me!" She giggles Hermit at this by patting him hard on her arm as he tries to bring his other hand close to her body.
"NO NO NO!" she laughs hysterically, freeing herself from him and screaming all over the field in an almost desperate search for help, as if someone could help her really in that place.
As if she were really in danger.
"I DO IT FOR YOUR GOOD, COME HERE!" Weisz yells laughing at her, following her too as he watched her run farther and farther away.
"WE DIDN'T PACT IT LIKE THAT! THIS WAS NOT WHAT I ASKED YOU TO DO!" She flounders Hermit, laughing hysterically, barely turning to look at him, before running even farther.
That chase between the two was giving a huge adrenaline to the bruised and slightly stunned blonde, who was simply trying to keep up with her.
He had to free her.
He was the only one who could free her from her evil.
Yes, he had to take her and free her from her evil.
And she would have been better.
Hermit would be free.
But Hermit ran away from him.
Hermit did not want to be green.
She was running away from his control.
These are the confused and weird thoughts in his heavy head at that moment, while he was taking a huge fallen olive branch from the ground, before starting again to chase the short robot in front of him that kept slipping away and away.
"I ONLY WANT TO HELP YOU!" He started running again, while there was no word from the bluenette.
Where had she gone?
With the olive branch in her hand, Weisz began to search for her all over the field; behind the trees, in the bushes everywhere. But she seemed completely vaporized.
Stubborn in looking for her, however, his adrenaline kept him cowardly and conscious, ready to find her again to give her a good lesson.
How dare she joke in a situation like this?
But suddenly a blow in the face.
A sharp blow that almost makes him back away and sees Hermit come out from behind a log on the ground, which is about to run away again.
But this time Weisz runs fast, takes her by her wrist, and when I try to escape from her he takes her olive branch and hers and gives it to him.
"WEISZ ENOUGH! YOU ARE HURTING ME!" Hermit chuckles as she tries to free herself from his blows and grip, putting his free hand in his face, but as soon as it lands on Weisz's mouth it takes a huge bite on her hand, making her scream again.
Taking advantage of this, the blonde takes both of her wrists like her hands and throws himself on her, weighing on her slim body.
"I got you." He smiles at her, putting her hands on top of her with his own hands, and looking straight into her blue eyes, now shiny and in which she could perfectly reflect his face.
"Weisz please .. you hurt me like this .. let me go .." she begs with a smile on her lips and tears starting to fall as she gives a slightly hysterical giggle "Please .. let me go."
"Let you go? Why? I want to help you." the blond replies taking her wrists and pushing them on her chest, while she kept her fists closed; he released one of her hands, and with his free hand Weisz moved slowly to her belly.
Touching with his hand to her flat stomach covered by that white silk layer, Hermit covered her eyes with her hands, while one of her wrists was still blocked by one of his steady hands; This gesture made him desist from his work.
"Hermit, you'll be fine… I swear." He smiles at her, but this she doesn't take her hands off her face.
She didn't want to look at him.
Why?
He was helping her.
He was fixing her.
He was saving her.
And she didn't want to look him in the face.
What an affront!
In an almost fit of rage, but also in a strangely playful way, he took her wrists with one of his hands, and put them back on her head, wanting that face to look at him as it helped her to get rid of that evil.
But Hermit made a strange voice crack at him and put her head to the side of her, closing her eyes as if almost terrified.
But they were playing in the field, why was she afraid?
With his hand previously on her belly, Weisz approached her cheek and caressed her as if to soothe her, to make her feel that he didn't want to hurt her but she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at the boy on top of her and as if waiting for all this ended as soon as possible.
Weisz did not realize it but from a flowery field with a beautiful sun and a clear lake now the sky was gray, covered by a dense cold and dark bush, with the grass on which they were lying completely covered with mud and themselves filthy with that brown and that green.
"I'm not hurting you, now I activate my Ether Gear and it's alright. We'll forget about this story." he tells her with sincere regret and almost a lump in his throat at seeing her so terrified of him, yet he didn't understand what was happening.
What kind of sick dream was he having and why was all this happening? What the fuck was he doing? And why now his hands were on Hermit's neck, surrounded by yellowish squiggles and designs that indicated the illumination of his Ether Gear and the passage of ether in his veins.
Yup! He was healing her, he was helping her.
And her gaze
Her gaze had gone out.
As well as her red marks.
They were white
And the red flowers on her head had completely faded.
What was going on?
He turned around and felt his heavy head again, along with a whole muffling of the ears; his stomach turned upside down as he recognized one of the crew rooms.
He turned to Hermit but it is as if his head forbade him to see her, as we were protecting him from seeing that havoc done on that body by him.
Yes, right from him.
Champion of justice.
And now merciless killer.
Because this was it.
He hadn't saved her from evil.
She was there, she was dead.
And it was him, convinced that he had saved her from that infectious virus that had taken control of her.
Weisz approached the body with his eyes completely absent and wide open, taking his sweatshirt and starting to take it off, wrapping up that body that his mind refused to let him see.
"You'll be cold .." he whispers closing that fabric, then caressing those cheeks that he could no longer see "Yes, tonight it's very cold. I know, it's very cold. It's freezing." he crouches.
Head completely out of this world and muffled, he looked around
And his head exploded.
There was a piece of iron on the ground completely bloody.
His head hurt.
He couldn't even cry.
He suddenly froze.
He froze and he felt himself fall.
He felt himself falling and yet flying at the same time.
As if his body was leaving that world.
"Weisz for heaven's sake, wake up!"
An all too familiar female voice made him widen his eyes and turn his gaze to one side of the bed.
It was Hermit at the head of his bed, holding a handled steel tray with what looked like very hot food on it.
Weisz sweated completely cold even though he felt his entire body be on fire, this as he tried to get composed on the bed in a hurry, while a rag fell damp from his forehead.
"Don't move so fast, you have a high fever!" She placed the steel tray on him as soon as he settled down, then took the fallen rag, approaching a basin of water placed nearby, on a stool.
The girl sat on the bed and soaked the rag in the water. Luckily it was still pretty fresh, so It would have lasted quite a while before calling Laguna for a replacement.
"What is that?" Weisz asked as he scanned the bowl full of something very gooey.
"Broth of you."
"Huh?"
"Broth of you. It's chicken broth, so it's broth of you."
"HEY!"
"Beware that among chickens it could be considered cannibalism."
"Hehe! Funny!" annoyed, he squabbled at the blond, while he began to eat that broth as hot as it was good. "Uhmmm ... it's yummy."
"I had Kris do it ... lately thanks to Holy's advice he's been dedicating himself much more to cooking ... so instead of having Edens Ktichen do it ..."
"Did Miss Holy help him ?? Ohhh that's why he's so good, she'll have put all his love of her into explaining it to him." Says Weisz in an attempt to playfully annoy her "Yes, she would be a really good wife. She would make good food with great care, I've tasted it. I guarantee you it's very tasty." He finished, waiting for her reaction.
Hermit looked up and down at him, understanding his intention to punch her, and her reply was not long in coming.
"Of course Weisz, you're right." She begins with a teasing tone "Surely someone else would prepare a hot meal for you when you are sick, she would be all dressed up as a playboy bunny to bring it to you, all pretty and kind." she approaches him face to face "But I can do better .."
"And what, if we can say?"
"Break your damn leg now if you don't finish this damn chicken."
She growls at the last, then walks away red in the cheeks to go back to dip that rag in the water, muttering incomprehensible phrases while Weisz laughs unevenly at how he had triggered her so much.
"Come on, I was making a joke, stay calm." fires him even more, knowing what would happen.
"I AM CALM!" She begins, absolutely everything but calm "I wake up so calm in the morning. I like and in the grace of Mother, then you arrive .... and you say these indiozie ... and it's better that I don't hear you." She then ends up wiping her hands on her entire body that covered her thin and slim body.
"How would you do without me?"
"Very well, Thanks!"
At that answer, a Weisz still in the midst of fever puts the tray on the side of the bed and grabs Hermit by her wrists, making her laugh nervously.
"Weisz, I have to be operational again soon!" She begins by letting herself be dragged into her arms.
"One kiss and I'll leave you." he replies bringing her close to him, with this one of her playfully trying to rebel.
"No, you have a fever! Then you infect me, how disgusting!"
"But if you're a robot! You can't take it!"
"But how disgusting the same!"
Meanwhile Weisz had already placed Hermit sitting between her legs and she had let herself be squeezed by her grip much more willingly than she gave to see.
Doing a bit of an idiot he approached with his mouth whispering "Kissy."
"No, otherwise I'll take the idiocy"
"HEAR HER!"
And at that sentence Hermit looked at him almost to burst out laughing in his face, which they both did a few seconds later, to the heart of Weisz that in the meantime, without saying anything to upset her, he had now realized that what he had seen just before was just a strange and bad dream.
He had risked losing her to the virus that had infected her.
Yet she was still there, with him joking and teasing him.
Like the old days, right now ... with something more.
"If I give you a kiss then you have to let me go, okay?"
"Okay. Only one though?"
"Only one or otherwise Shiki will kill me if I don't get operational again in matter of seconds."
"All right."
And Weisz then closed his eyes and braced himself for that light contact.
But instead he found a big breath blow on his lip and her weight lifted from his.arms and legs, with a loud, heartfelt laugh.
He was left with a dry mouth.
"YOU LITTLE-"
"See you later with the Sister Drink that will restore your strength, in the meantime eat that broth or It'll cools" the bluenette from the door warns him, greeting him with a playful hand "And do not make me angry or I will make Mosco come to help you ... Hello Hello." She ends up walking away.
Weisz watched her go and he laughed at that girl's audacity and how he freaked out at that girl.
But he wasn't a "what a bombshell I'd have an entire night" type but more a "Fuck, she puts my brain upside down all day."
And maybe that was what he needed.
Of the brain upside down, like when you have a very high fever.
But he certainly didn't need to have nightmares like the one he had today.
The real question wasn't "How would she have done it without him?"
But how would he have done without her?
And he wondered even as he dully approached the ship's control tower, with only the underneath of his pajamas, undershirt and warm blanket to cocoon him.
He saw Hermit sitting with her back to her working on her as she walked quietly into the room; he saw her take some sheets that were being printed and accumulate them and then stand up.
She didn't even have time to realize who had entered the room that Hermit found herself trapped in a cocoon with Weisz.
"WEISZ COME ON! I HAVE TO WORK!" He protests her blue, playfully trying to rebel, while the blond sits on her chair holding her in his arms.
"Then work, come on."
"With you in the middle I can't."
"Yes you can" says the boy taking her hands and pushing them on the keys at random "Click click click click, look you're working."
Hermit frees one of her hands and slaps him, making Weisz laugh despite her nasal voice and loud cough as she rearranges the prints for review.
"Finished eating?" She asks, pretending not to care, finding "Yes" as an answer.
"Good boy." She retorts sarcastically trying to free herself from her grip, but Weisz squeezes her tighter.
"Oi, where are you running away? Stay here for a while" he lets her sit on him and lie on his chest, while she looks at him with a playfully attentive and cheerful look.
She was so in love with him.
"Weisz if anyone sees us like this I swear to Mother, I'll kill you."
"Oh C'mon! We're not doing anything wrong, Rebecca and Shiki stay like this all day."
"Yes they do, but I'm shy!"
Hermit closes in a cocoon on Weisz's chest as he giggles and strokes her light blue hair, ready to seek that contact that reminded him that everything was alright.
"Who are you?" he asks to annoy her, getting some unidentified mumbles that she closed in a hedgehog on her chest.
Taking advantage of this, Weisz gave her a kiss on her head and she hugged him even tighter in embarrassment, causing him a slight chuckle.
"Miss Hermit, are you done with the photocopies I need?"
The voice of a very old man echoed around the room causing them both to paralyze on the spot.
It was Connor who had turned up to receive those papers, but at that sight he hid a slight embarrassment in front of his stoic and impassive face.
"Arr..sorry, you're young folks ... I should have knocked. I'll pick them up later."
"NO NO! THEY ARE HERE!! THEY ARE READY!" Hermit yells as she steps out of the embrace and stands up, trying to fix her hair and hiding the palpable embarrassment from her red cheeks.
"Settle down, so let's go introduce them to Shiki." Connor reassures her as he adjusts his hat and waits for Hermit to settle before following him.
As she was about to leave accompanied by the older man, Hermit turned to Weisz still sitting in his chair and with her lip said a simple "I'll kill you" smiling embarrassed and running out of the room, while Weisz began to laugh hysterically at the closing the door.
Yes, maybe that fever was making him delirious and have strange dreams.
But really, how would he have done without her?