Series: iPod Shuffle Challenge

Fandom: Blue Seed

Character / Pairing Focus: Kusanagi Mamoru x Fujimiya Momiji

Rating: T / PG-13 / Teen

Notes: Set between Blue Seed and Blue Seed 2.

Disclaimer: Blue Seed and all respective properties are © Yuzo Takada. Megan D. (Veritas Found) does not, has never, nor will ever own Blue Seed.

Through the Glass (performed by Stone Sour)

'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass

I don't know how much time has passed

All I know is that it feels like forever

But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home

Sitting all alone inside your head

He spent most of his life in trees, hidden in the shadows of their boughs in complete obscurity. Tucked away from the world, just outside of reach, watching normal people going about their everyday lives. Watching a certain Kushinada go through her life, completely unaware of her silent guardian. At least…that's what he thought. And then came the day Kaede lost her hat, and he had had his first lapse in judgment. He'd returned it, and she'd thanked him – for the hat and so much more, and he had inched a bit closer to her.

And then she'd died. And then he'd tried to kill her sister. And then…

Well, he had still spent most of his time in trees. But she was different from Kaede; with her, he didn't want to stay in the trees. He wanted to be next to her. Wanted to hold her hand and save her from the bad guys, from the monsters…only to remember that he wasis – the monster. She didn't care about that, though; somehow, she saw past the monster and saw him. Saw something human beyond the orange skin and armor, the green hair and cat-like eyes. He tried to stay away at first, once he decided he wouldn't kill her, but that…well, to say it hadn't worked would be the understatement of the century. It had taken more than a few near-death experiences and the discovery of Kaede's survival to knock into him what she had known all along, and then…

And then she'd died. And then Susano-oh gave her back to him. And he ran.

He didn't know quite how long he'd been away for. Months, maybe longer – he wasn't entirely sure (it felt like ages), but however long it had been, few things had changed. The tree outside her room was the exact same, her room was the same, and he knew if he hopped over to the roof her window would still be unlatched. (Sometimes he thought she did it on purpose, since she knew he'd always be just outside.) Even the rain felt the same. Even…

Watching her through the glass of her window, he couldn't say she had stayed the same. Not when her once-knee-length hair barely touched her shoulders. Not when her clothes clearly showed she'd lost her baby figure. What hadn't changed was that, just seeing her, all he wanted to do was crush her in a hug.

But then he looked at his hand, at the blue soul peeking through the black leather, and he remembered why she was on that side of the glass and he was in a tree.