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a mewtwo joke would be so easy right now

WHO: Matsuka und Solja Buruu
WHERE: Chillin' and illin' at ye olde M to the AC
WHEN: Whenever we feel like GOSH. Or Thursday's good. Evenings are cool.
WARNINGS: Stammering? Sparkling? Voices deeper and manlier than icons would suggest?
SUMMARY: Well shit man we're two psychics inhabiting virtually the same space there's bound to be some contact rite
FORMAT: No

Bakura had said there had been another Mu in this world. Not the ones that he had seen in those borrowed memories, though; a stranger. Mu nonetheless--Bakura called him a friend at that. As far as Soldier Blue was concerned, all Mu were friends. If not friends, at least worthy of reaching out to and protecting. Back in that far-flung future, nobody else was going to.

His mind was elsewhere when Jonah Matsuka made his arrival; another faint pulse of power with a familiar tone, much like the handful of psychics he'd encountered or sensed before. Only when that person came close--in the same building, no less--did Blue realize. He'd wanted to rush over right away, but...there was a now too-familiar cloud of cold silence accompanying him.

Why was Keith Anyan herding a Mu around-?

Floors below, Blue watched and listened. His strength and experience gave him the means to be undetected--for the most part. He had to take care not to be led in by those welcoming thoughts that would lead him to notice. It was a double-edged sword. In doing so, he was guarded, but learned nothing in exchange. Only the exterior. He could do little but speculate.

In his room as the sky grew dark, Soldier Blue sat in silence, taking a moment's pause before exhaling and sending his mind outside of himself, looking.

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For the moment, at least, Matsuka was not in the direct shadow of Keith's cold steel presence... although even now, alone in his own little room and occupying himself by absently skimming through his communicator's network history, half his senses remained attuned to the pressure of that will, something he didn't even really think about.

It was strange to be away from the military, and not just for the finite duration of a planned duration; after a life spent in the structured environment of the Education station and the even greater structure of the SD System's navy, having this much time at loose ends was almost baffling. Thoughts chased themselves in circles in his mind, resonating to psychic senses in fragile little waves, like the first long, faint, trembling note drawn out from a single string: Uncertainty. Hope. The ever-present shadow of fear.

The absence of that coldness was the first thing that Blue realized, absorbing the color and sensation of the world closeby. The pulsing, gentle color that was Matsuka shone all the brighter, familiar in facets of other Mu Blue knew better. Free of Keith Anyan's shadow for the moment...there was no way of telling how many opportunities there would be.

Jonah Matsuka.

His image was a pale, blue ghost in the room, a sight for Mu eyes only. He allowed his presence to be known gradually, like heat slowly rising. There was a sense of distance, as if standing at the far other end of the room, looking over at him with a placid, gentle expression.

Matsuka went still, the aimless course of his thoughts pulling tight with apprehension - and then the communicator dropped from his fingers in the sudden shock of recognition, and his hand flew up to cover his mouth as though to muffle the startled intake of breath.

You're-- The thought didn't continue in words so much as it dissolved into a quick rush of memory, of feeling this very same psychic resonance bearing down towards him as he stood on the bridge of the Endymion, and an Echo of Blue's own voice in his mind: Hear me, all life that calls Terra home...

Soldier Blue, he finished for him. He heard the echo; some faraway future time and place he has yet to know. It was less startling now after so many had shown him what was to come. Those things were not why he made himself known.

I'm not your enemy, Blue said. Don't be afraid.

I know, came Matsuka's reply, a thought nevertheless weighed down with doubt and guilt. They may not have to be enemies in this world - Matsuka hoped - but that would not change what had happened, or Matsuka's role in it. Even if it seemed that, for Blue, those things had yet to occur.

What do you want from me? The question was an uncertain one, anxious in spite of Blue's efforts to reassure.

Doubt and fear were not unfamiliar reactions. Even the youngest of Mu that Blue rescued oftentimes didn't know what to make of the caped stranger calling out to them. Guilt, though...it made Blue wonder. This one was under Keith Anyan's shadow, after all. Why?

We're the only two of our kind here, the Soldier replied, his image advancing a step. I only wish to reach out to you. I would offer my help, if you need it. That is, after all, what he had devoted himself to doing since that incident on Ganymede. He would have it no different--he hoped.

Blue's sincerity only drew more guilt and shame from Matsuka, along with a momentary bubble of memory rising to the surface of his thoughts: skimming through the atmosphere of Silvester 7, and the unexpected sensation of another mind reaching out to his.

"Are you one of us?"
"They're monsters, the same as you."

He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to shake off the memory, but the turmoil remained.

--don't deserve--

Floors below in the dark of his room, Soldier Blue faintly frowned. His placid expression remained virtually unphased in the eye of Matsuka's mind, only lifting his hands in a gentle, diffusing gesture. The younger Mu's energy was shifting with the bubbling anxiety underneath; was it Keith or the Soldier that made him so frightened?

You are more than worthy, he assured. My life is for others like you. There is no price. You need only ask.

Maybe a little of both. Fear came naturally to Matsuka; he no longer remembered what it was like to live without it.

With effort, he calmed himself enough to focus his thoughts out of their fluttering disorder and into better clarity, not so swamped by emotion and snatches of memory. "Thank you," he said, murmuring the words aloud, "but, it's all right."

I am... and inevitably his thoughts turned to Keith, because Keith was never very far from his thoughts these days, ...where I need to be.

Faint traces of Soldier Blue's frown became apparent in that image of him. The boy was indeed much calmer, but...the response was not what Blue would have expected. Keith was the last face he was to see in their home world, wasn' it? His face and the barrel of a gun. He'd been more than apparent about his position against the Mu--and very well perhaps against all others with powers beyond average. So, why...?

I would not force you away from where you wish to be, he replied in a careful, thoughtful tone. His head appeared to gently tilt as he questioned. But...I do not understand. Why is it with this person?

Matsuka hesitated, and seemed to draw in on himself a little, wrapping his arms around himself as though against a chill as he tried to sort out an answer to that question, an explanation sufficient to justify himself to the man who Keith had killed (would kill?).

It was hard enough justifying it to himself, some days.

He saved me, only a half truth at best; even Matsuka could appreciate the difference between "saved" and "had not killed yet," though he was grateful for his life all the same.

He bit down on the next thought before it could quite make it out as anything more than a brief sense of earnest certainty of something there worth saving - yanked it up short with a fresh rush of shame and ducked his head, looking away from Blue's phantom image as though that would help anything.

After a moment, though, he ventured another thought, more hesitant, more hopeful, a little apologetic. I think... probably... Keith hates the SD system more than anyone. Even this, he had to admit to himself, was only part of the real truth... but at least a part that could be put into words, and would maybe make some sense.

It would not have been difficult to reach further and delve into Matsuka's heart for those words. Not difficult, but...wrong. He wasn't just another person, he was Mu. Blue would honor that, as he would the fact that he was so open already. There was obviously much to complicate that answer. That last remark definitely raised his eyebrows. The man calling out for Grandmother's guidance...

I don't understand, Blue said at length, his head shaking. Would...you be able to help me see what you mean? If not now, then...soon. I want to know about him, you...that future that has yet to come, if I can.

I-- Matsuka very nearly held his breath, trapped by sudden uncertainty. ...I don't know how much it would help. There's not much that I understand myself. But...

He bit his lip, torn between what felt like a betrayal and the small kindling of hope - Keith would hate it, if he knew, but if there were a chance for Blue to really understand, then maybe it would be worth it...

We don't have to be enemies here, right? he wondered, mental voice small and hopeful.

No, Soldier Blue insisted, stepping forward yet again. I would not have us enemies at all, Jonah Matsuka. This Keith Anyan...he has no fight with me here. He had said so himself. I am uncertain where that leaves things, however...which is why I would ask for your help. If some understanding can be reached here, then perhaps...

Perhaps back in the other world...lives could be saved and the fighting could stop. If the future was a solid thing, then it was not Blue's place to say what would become of it all, but he had to try. His smile was pained with the thoughts, things kept close and locked away in his heart.

If nothing else, communication...strengthens us all, one way or the other. We cannot know if such things will prove for the better or not, but I believe we do each other good if we try.

Matsuka wanted to believe. Perhaps it was a bad idea, a dangerous idea, a betrayal of the brittle and sharp-edged trust that Keith had given him. But even so, he wanted to believe that understanding could bring with it resolution. He'd thought, earlier, that this place was a chance - now it seemed the chance was presenting itself, and for all his misgivings, Matsuka couldn't bring himself to turn away from it.

All right, he whispered. I'll try. But-- He turned an anxious glance toward the wall, and the next room beyond it. Keith was still nowhere in evidence, but if he were to somehow get wind of this... The thought was a cold chill through Matsuka's veins.

Not - not right now. Sometime soon. Is that all right?

It was a start. His own impatience had to be set aside, satisfied with the effort that Matsuka was making. The worry and fear was virtually palpable, but there was no Shangri-La here to take this one away into hiding. It gave him pause, the image of himself flickering only faintly, and just for a moment. The Soldier kept Mu from harm, but this?

Yes, he said softly, his head bowing. You honor me with your willingness, despite all things.

It was enough to have Matsuka ducking his head in vague embarrassment; he wasn't really used to being thanked.

If more people could understand each other, then maybe things wouldn't have to be... He let the thought trail off with a wistful half-smile, one that soon faded away into misgivings.

But... you might wish you hadn't asked.

Perhaps not, Blue said, nodding, but I would want to try and know, regardless. If there is some way I can help you in return...you need only ask. I will do what I can.

The offer actually seemed to startle Matsuka a little - something else he wasn't used to. It gave him pause for a moment.

Thank you, he said presently, and smiled a little. I think... things will be all right. It was more of a wish than an assurance, really, but at least it was a start.

Blue returned the smile warmly, bowing his head. Regardless of what time has in store...I hope you will look to me as an ally, if nothing else. Until we speak again, then...

His image faded like warm breath evaporating in the air. Floors below, Soldier Blue's eyes opened to the room much darker than before, but just as empty. He could still sense the wavering presence of Matsuka if he listened, and that was a strange kind of comfort. He wasn't alone, complicated circumstances aside. Perhaps he had a purpose here after all. Perhaps time wasn't so solid, and through the experiences here, he could...

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