Akagi Wants to Awake

My red eyes bored deep into the ceiling. Blinking.

"Judging from your heartrate, have you awoken, master?"

"Negev?"

"I'll always be here."

He looked to the side of his bed, the Pinkette silently reading a book within the dark and dreary room. Pit and pattering of rain can be heard outside the window.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"I, myself, surprised. Judging from your ability I would think it will need a week before you wake up and another two weeks to recuperate."

"And?"

Negev still on her book, and she poised a certain calmness despite the gloomy situation they were in. She held a degree of confidence in her master, maybe that's the reason.

"Two days. It only took two days for you to wake up and most importantly recover and even completely regenerate that broken heart of yours. Is something happening, my dear master?"

I shook my head, recalling what I did to the core.

"Nothing important. How's that fight goes once I left unconscious?"

"Hmmm even though I patched you up." She mumbled something, delving deeper into the pages she read.

I simply sighed, "You're worried."

She harrumphed, "I never take you as humorous type master."

"Fine, I'm sorry. I'll make you up somehow."

"Don't you forget it." Negev let out a contented smile, although I can't see it, somehow, I can read her like an open book, or more like through the book she's reading…. Yeah, I'm not good at cracking jokes I admit.

Then moments later, she smirked in a tinge of amusement, but all I can feel is pain. Oh.

"There will be hell to pay once you're back, master, or so, Belfast said."

Crap, you tell her. I didn't raise my voice, shuddering at what she said. Angry Belfast is never a good Belfast. I took a deep breath of air, and let it out at once.

Let come what may come. It's just proof of her affection. Something I lack once but I feel day by day I was suffocating from it, not that's a bad thing.

A pregnant silence between us, then a minute or two. "The enemy left once he saw you're coughing in your own pool of blood. I can't sense the lancer master or he's not participating at all, that's what I can gather."

"Hmm I see." I feel relieved.

"Send the data to the head researcher right away, I take it you've gathered the enemy vibrancies and signatures?"

Negev nodded, "As instructed."

Good. Good. We need every advantage we can take.

"Why would you need that kind of information, master? I'm curious."

"Remember when I told you that Heroic Spirit is a phantasmal entity that can't be harmed by any physical means?"

Negev nodded, putting her book away, and gave her utmost attention to me.

"There's one theory that astral or spiritual body and state vibrates at a higher frequency and another that states that higher beings in different dimensions have a higher vibration than us, therefore making them invisible to the naked eye unless you synchronize the frequency."

Well of course while intrinsically the same, it's different to theories of vibration and density of matter, though still related to an extent. Naturally, as someone who has affinity to something as abstract as space, I can sense these vibrations to a degree.

Not to the degree of good where I can see fluctuations and certainly not to a level where I can detect every being around me otherwise, I won't be trapped in that unruly lancer ambush. Maybe due to my interferences to the core while I was unconscious, I can sense the emotional state of others, even Negev who should have all been mechanical in nature.

I can judge when people feel an extreme state of emotion, they vibrate at a slightly higher frequency than normal although not yet enough unless the intrusion of external factor such as medication and drugs. Even then all they can see is to look enough with a few alterations according to their imagination, similar to when a person saw through a broken mirror than all they can do is to imagine the whole pieces to complete the reflection.

A ghost for example will look different for others, they can range from a good old man in the neighborhood, to raging and mad depictions of Ashura, or disgustingly wailing deformed baby.

Even now I can feel them.

"So, you think that this Heroic Spirit vibrates at extreme frequencies and thus makes them near or even completely invincible to solid and physical matter?"

"I hypothesized so, but I'm sure there's more than look in the eye and maybe this can be reinforced by the fact they can completely hide themselves at will from naked eyes."

Even then, hypothesis is just that, a hypothesis. I may word it fancifully, but in the end, it's just a mere guess.

For I know, it can maybe be due to unique type of ability and constitution that makes them resilient to physical intrusion other than those sources originating from mysteries.

"Well the complicated stuff can be given to the head researcher. We'll just wait for the result, and maybe she will need more samples but that can wait for now."

Negev simply nodded and maybe pondering to herself. In the end she simply shrugged and went back to her book a moment later.

I look away to the window, silently playing with my hand until I notice something.

"Negev, what's with this tattoo?"

Red marks can be seen on the top of my backhand, it's like messy splotches from the paint of a child. My heart jumped when I realized it.

In my heightened emotion, I was distracted by an approaching figure from outside. The door was opened, and from there came what I know as rather a cutesy and adorable voice.

"Negev-san, I have prepared the Te-…"

She stopped and half-frozen half-shocked when she saw me awake.

I can sense a tinge of amusement from Negev beside me.

Oh.

I don't know whether to jump until my neck broke through the roof in joy or feeling miserable because it's not someone I would expect.

Let come what may come.