Author: Kalen
Email: Shiina thinks about Miyu, Larva, and how she plays into their relationship.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em.
Notes: For the sake of the fic, Shiina's female. (Well, the thing's pink! What's it supposed to be?) Also, this is based off the TV series, not the OAV. Major differences are Larva can speak (takes his mask off too), and another Shinma, Shiina, hangs around with them.
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I jump from the park bench onto Larva's head, feeling him twitch as my claws dig through the hood of his cloak to latch onto his light-blue hair.
Miyu's sitting on his lap, I suspect she's asleep by the way Larva is perfectly still with his arms wrapped around her.
I'm bored, but I know Larva will scold me if I speak; he'll be worried his precious little kyuutseki will wake up.
Now that's being bitter, my conscience dictates. Miyu and Larva have been very good to you all this time, and this is how you think? I grimace to myself and agree with my conscience.
I must be kept around out of pity; there's no logical reason for a weak little Shinma to be kept around by the Guardian. Not like Larva.
Larva's strong and intelligent; he helps Miyu seal the other Shinma. He acts as her bodyguard and keeps her from being lonely in her duty. Me? I'm not even cute; I know I repulsed Miyu the first time she saw me. Any psychic ability I have they surpass several times over.
So why am I here?
A cold wind blows from the ocean; Miyu stirs and I hold tightly to Larva's hair to keep from being blown away. I shiver and curl into his hood.
Larva and Miyu like the ocean, I don't really know why. Japan's a good place for them to be, I guess. Larva used to live in Europe, though, as a bad Shinma.
I asked him what the sea was like there, once, when Miyu was away and he was in one of his more talkative moods. He said it was colder and saltier, and that with all the people it was dirtier too. I decided I wouldn't want to swim there.
A lot of times Miyu and Larva have conversations like I'm not even there. It seems like no matter how many times I whine they're leaving me for their own little world or mockingly remind them, "I'm right here," they wont' pay attention to me.
But I really shouldn't' complain; they truly are rather nice to me. Considering I'm a weak little Shinma who wouldn't last three seconds against the Guardian, or even another Shinma.
Still, sometimes I wish they would, I don't know; act like they liked me a little more. For Miyu to pet me on the head, Larva to call me Rabbit and not be making fun of me. I suppose I am a tad jealous of all the time they spend together. I always feel like a third wheel.
A more intense wind nearly bowls me over in its wicked, icy path. Huddling on Larva's head is no longer cutting it, I'm freezing.
The cold wakes up Miyu, too, and her head lifts. I briefly wonder what's bothering her.
"Shiina-chan?" she calls. She doesn't know where I am, I note. "Shiina, come here," Miyu orders. I dislodge my claws from Larva's hood, leaping down into Miyu's waiting arms. She cuddles me and pleasure runs through my body at the contact; Miyu rarely does this.
I no longer feel as cold nor bitter as Miyu holds me, curled up in the folds of Larva's cloak.
So maybe being a third wheel isn't so bad…