Synchronicity
by astralfairyfawn
The year is 1996 and Musashi is at a club in Berlin. After a mission is finished, he enjoys being around humans. What they call nostalgia has grown in him shortly after he started with the missions.
Their music drives his senses crazy: tonight, the beat and noise of Atari Teenage Riot. The lights and all the human thoughts and feelings floating around amazes him. People are dancing and Musashi, disguised as them, joins to the flow of the moment.
Then he senses a warp in the time-space cloth: there’s another traveler. It could be a friendly presence. Or it could be danger. You never know nowadays. He edges the crowd approaching cautiously where he thinks the other traveler is. But the later starts to move imitating Musashi’s pattern of movement. That couldn’t be good, perhaps an enemy is around. He feels the tension rising.
Now they are playing some sort of cat and mouse game. And Musashi is determined to not be the prey. He adjusts his intraocular lenses to see in other frequencies but the other traveler has an invisibility field around them and he only can see the warping left by the movement of the mysterious traveler. Not discouraged by the tricks of his opponent, Musashi throws an immobilizer laser net at the presumed direction that the objective will move to and for a moment the warp ceases. The atmosphere becomes heavily still. The smoke and the black lights of the club seem to maximize the heaviness.
A crystalized silicon arrow with a string attached flies towards him. While Musashi catches it ,with his other hand he shoots the claw and feels how it grabs his objective. He pulls, they pull. And so on. The gig goes on. The beat and noises and the people and the human energy exploding go on. “Our pull even synchronizes with the music” thinks Musashi.
For a moment, the traveler feels how he is dragging his objective, how his pull is more powerful. But it doesn’t last much, as his opponent is determined to not let him win. The pulling gets even stronger, so strong that Musashi loses the grip and finds himself being dragged across the unaware crowd. In an instant, his forefront collides against another one. He can’t fully make sense of the pair of bright holographic eyes reflecting him and of her owner when Musashi’s mouth is shut with a kiss that makes the air vibrate around them.
Both bodies tremble at the contact, and the music turns louder while she grabs his face gently with a mischievous smile. “Long time no see you” delivers the mind communication device of hers to Musashi’s. Her hands move across his silver curls. Musashi drops the claw and the arrow to touch her circulatory system’s pump device: He feels through his vinyl gloves it’s buzzing.
“A couple of lifetimes” Musashi answers to her through the connection between their mind devices. Then he embraces her to put an end to the little distance left. Their own morphic field builds around them and as a bubble secludes the travelers in their own dimension. The night goes on but they are now beyond space and time: love doesn’t acknowledge such illusory measures.