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Note: These were written in a notebook as a writing challenge for June 2019. The goal was thirty days, thirty prompts, thirty minutes (which is why some might seem abrupt: time limit). I'd hit a bit of a dry patch and just wanted to write. These are unedited and mostly just fluff pieces, but I really enjoyed some of them and hey: what's the point of fic if you don't share, right? Even if it's goofball trash.

07 June 2019

Prompt: Power

Fandom: Blue Seed

Character/Pairing: Fujimiya Momiji, Kusanagi Mamoru

Rating: K+ / PG / All Ages

Notes: Y'all remember when, in Gilmore Girls, Emily lost her mind and purchased the personal panic room? Good times.

Momiji closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and (attempted) to count to ten.

She barely made it to five before another boom of thunder set the panic back in.

"Ok! I am not freaking out! I am not freaking out!" she declared firmly, but then the next boom rattled the walls of the ridiculously tiny space and she screamed. "I am totally freaking out!"

"Momiji? That you?" she heard Kusanagi's voice, muffled by the four-inch steel door. "You in here?"

"YES!" she screamed. She slammed her fists against the door. "Kusanagi, thank God! I'm here – help!"

"Momiji? Where – ouch!" she heard him cry, and he sounded closer. "What the hell? Momiji, are you…are you inside this thing?"

"It's not my fault! Please, Kusanagi, just get me out!" she begged, though it definitely sounded more like a whine. It didn't help any when the next peal of thunder made her scream again. "I'm really freaking out in here!"

"I can tell," he said, and she couldn't be sure because of the wall but she would swear he was laughing. Oh, who was she kidding? He was definitely laughing. "What the hell happened?"

"Kome! She agreed to test this stupid personal panic room prototype and just…left it in the office!" she whined, and it was definitely whining now.

"And you didn't think to – y'know – stay out of it?" he asked. She thwumped the door and pretended it was his head.

"No, you jerk! The storm started and scared me!" and even as she said it, she realized that wasn't much better. "I…tripped, and the door closed behind me, and who leaves a glorified human safe just lying around open in the middle of an office?!"

"Are we sure it's a panic room and not a new safe for her guns? It's awfully small for a panic room," he mused, and she groaned.

"She's testing it for the Defense Force!" she cried. "Now, please, just get me out!"

There was a long pause.

"…I can't," he finally said, quiet enough that she could barely hear him.

"What?!" she shrieked. "Why not?!"

"Well, if it is a panic room – or a safe – I'd need a code to get in," he said, patiently.

"I'm sure she hasn't set it yet – it just came in today! Try 1-1-1-1!" she said, but he rapped on the door.

"No can do, Princess," he said. "Even if that was the case, we've got a much bigger problem."

"And what's that, Kusanagi?" she asked. Her panic was quickly being replaced by frustration.

"Well, the keypad is electronic," he said.

"And?" she groaned. "Your point?"

"The storm caused a city-wide blackout," he said, patiently. "Momiji, it's an electronic keypad, and we have no power."

"WHAT?!"