Conservationists hope that within the next fifty years, whale species that were wiped out during the global conflicts of the early twenty-first century will slowly be re-introduced back into the wild. Great advances in genetic research and the resolve of men and women of science will overcome our sad history and exploitation of these majestic, gentle titans of the sea…
Megumi watched intently as historical footage of extinct whales played out on the laptop, accompanied by hopeful and triumphant background music. It was amazing to think that the oceans had once hosted life on such a beautiful, brilliant scale. (They will return to a vastly altered sea scape…) Global warming and war had seen to that, forever altering the coasts as low lying areas sank beneath the waves, sending millions scrambling for higher ground.
The Variety Show ended.
Carefully, Megumi took the laptop from Kenshin’s unresisting hands and closed out the viewing application. She looked at his desktop picture for a minute. It was a beautiful picture of a green field, animated grass rippling softly like waves, a tree, crowned in leaves that moved as the wind moved across the landscape and a sky that was perfectly blue, no clouds in sight. It was a peaceful image and Megumi wondered if there really was a place in the world that was half so pretty.
She closed the laptop and gently set it down atop one of the many boxes that surrounded the little nest of blankets, then carefully…cautiously…shifted a little to the side, so that Kenshin wasn’t leaning at so awkward an angle (how does he sleep sitting up?) she wondered. He shifted a little in sleep, so that she bore a little more of his weight and the boxes a little less.
Megumi sat there for a several minutes, not wanting to do anything to wake him from the healing sleep that he do desperately needed after carrying her away from the storage room. She sat, her muscles tensing then relaxing in time with his breathing, and then shifted a little more, reaching for and finding the blanket (still warm with body heat) that had fallen from his slender shoulders. Gently, she covered him as best she was able, and after hesitating for a moment, covered herself as well. She was also nearly undone with weariness, her body entering the final stages of regeneration, and needed the restorative benefits that only came with deep sleep.
His head was warm against her shoulder, the morning sun shining through the narrow cracks in the shack, illuminating the inside of their shelter with little slits of light. He smelled of dried blood and sweat and other things, scents that whispered of great violence and bloodshed, scents that almost but not quite concealed the clean smell of his skin, coupled with the merest hint of coffee.
Megumi sighed and closed her eyes. It was so warm, so peaceful in this little place, this safe nest of Ken-san’s making. She sighed again, feeling sleep come upon her and shifted one last time, so she could turn her head, just a little, and press her lips softly against his bang covered forehead before she too fell into slumber.
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Megumi watched intently as historical footage of extinct whales played out on the laptop, accompanied by hopeful and triumphant background music. It was amazing to think that the oceans had once hosted life on such a beautiful, brilliant scale. (They will return to a vastly altered sea scape…) Global warming and war had seen to that, forever altering the coasts as low lying areas sank beneath the waves, sending millions scrambling for higher ground.
The Variety Show ended.
Carefully, Megumi took the laptop from Kenshin’s unresisting hands and closed out the viewing application. She looked at his desktop picture for a minute. It was a beautiful picture of a green field, animated grass rippling softly like waves, a tree, crowned in leaves that moved as the wind moved across the landscape and a sky that was perfectly blue, no clouds in sight. It was a peaceful image and Megumi wondered if there really was a place in the world that was half so pretty.
She closed the laptop and gently set it down atop one of the many boxes that surrounded the little nest of blankets, then carefully…cautiously…shifted a little to the side, so that Kenshin wasn’t leaning at so awkward an angle (how does he sleep sitting up?) she wondered. He shifted a little in sleep, so that she bore a little more of his weight and the boxes a little less.
Megumi sat there for a several minutes, not wanting to do anything to wake him from the healing sleep that he do desperately needed after carrying her away from the storage room. She sat, her muscles tensing then relaxing in time with his breathing, and then shifted a little more, reaching for and finding the blanket (still warm with body heat) that had fallen from his slender shoulders. Gently, she covered him as best she was able, and after hesitating for a moment, covered herself as well. She was also nearly undone with weariness, her body entering the final stages of regeneration, and needed the restorative benefits that only came with deep sleep.
His head was warm against her shoulder, the morning sun shining through the narrow cracks in the shack, illuminating the inside of their shelter with little slits of light. He smelled of dried blood and sweat and other things, scents that whispered of great violence and bloodshed, scents that almost but not quite concealed the clean smell of his skin, coupled with the merest hint of coffee.
Megumi sighed and closed her eyes. It was so warm, so peaceful in this little place, this safe nest of Ken-san’s making. She sighed again, feeling sleep come upon her and shifted one last time, so she could turn her head, just a little, and press her lips softly against his bang covered forehead before she too fell into slumber.