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flydotnet · 4 years ago

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled).

To what extent would go to save someone else's life?

This prompt was always going to be difficult, but hey, I did manage to come up with an interesting solution to it... or, at least, that's why I'd like to think. I originally planned on having Naomi for "I Should Have Been Better" (as I told Doc multiple times, "what better character for it than Naomi?", but the guy is having the last laugh about this one now, that's for sure). Some soul out there will have recognized the title from somewhere and understood what we're heading for because, yes, this entire story was inspired by the fact I wanted to use this semi-obscure reference as a title. You'll see what I mean later. Anyway, this fic was pretty cool to write, even if, again, I suffer from writing too much build-up because I want to explore a universe I'm probably never going to touch ever again. This is starting to grow into a recurring issue with me, it'd seem. Oh well, if it inspires someone's work, then I'm all good with my penchant for copious amounts of worldbuilding.

Also, Alyssa and Naomi's relationship is wonderful and it's a shame I haven't written it before, what the fuck me.

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Androzani

Summary: When faced with the prospect of her newest companion's potential death, Naomi is ready to put everything on the line... even her life.

Fandom: Trauma Center/Team (fantasy AU)

Wordcount: 3K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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Her shoulders bear the weight of her losses – friends she had to leave behind, people whose death she couldn’t prevent, companions that never were – yet Naomi has kept moving, trying to shove her past behind her anywhere she walks, as if going through purgatory for eternity.

Her reputation has preceded her for decades, by now: the woman dressed in black with silver hair like the pale moonlight, going from place to place. Nobody knows of her true intent, whether she sides with good or evil, with life or death until they discover she is a healer who was banished from her native region due to some sort of catastrophic event long forgotten by history.

How ironic is that someone whose roots got cut off by a guillotine is still alive and roaming this world when, surely, her supposed people have all died from illness, injury or natural causes by now: it has, after all, been a thousand years since the “Corpse Whisperer” got forced into exile over the supposed curse she bore, the curse which spread an illness she still doesn’t have an answer to over towns and villages until it just disappeared with her.

On her travels, she met a lot of people, some of whom travelled with her for a time, some whom she barely got to know.

There was Nathan, a boy who had escaped from a doomsday cult. He was an eager companion, swearing he’d follow her until the end of the world would have she decided so, because she was the first friend he had ever gotten – he died saving her, rather than the other way around, when a spear plunged inside his chest and only came out when his blood had stopped flowing and his skin had turned to clay. She closed his eyes, buried him and marked the grave with white lilac, never to look back again.

There was Ivan, a man barely younger than her supposed age, who wanted to understand her and help her save people with his benevolent magic and overwhelmingly positive intentions. He fought hard against near-death situations, some where she had decided it was better to expect death than survival, but his optimism kept these people alive. She had tot leave him behind after he contracted a lethal disease and he couldn’t keep with her, leaving behind the bitter taste of failure, loneliness and uncertainty. She never went back to where their ways parted, afraid to know the inevitable answer as to his whereabouts.

There was Cassandra, a middle-aged woman with a stern face and an inexorable will. Despite all the hardships she had faced in her life, she had always stood back up, without even displaying any sort of pain. She had grown a reputation for her ruthless methods, being ostracized, and travelled with her so she could mend her ways and heal who she could with the apothecary knowledge she had been blessed with during her youth. She drank her own poison so she wouldn’t have to surrender in the face of certain defeat, plunging herself in an eternal sleep, while Naomi could only watch, wrists and ankles keeping her from acting, until these dissolved and she could avenge her fallen friend. Cassandra’s breath never went out, so Naomi made her a chamber hidden in a deep, dense forest in a hope that, someday, she’d find the antidote Cassandra had spilled on the ground.

There was Eglantine, a girl barely in her teens, who went to follow her because her parents had abandoned her and everybody else thought she was cursed because of her unusually pale skin, hair and eyes, thinking she was a stillborn animated by a malevolent spirit. Beneath her skin was an incredible potency, which she didn’t dare use until she needed to. Her short life ended in a tragic, senseless sacrifice when she rushed into battle and blocked an enemy’s way so Naomi could run away and “get out alive”, as she had screamed before taking an entire group of thieves with her to a certain death.

There have been a lot of them, over the centuries, but none of them have been immortals like her. None of them have healing magic as powerful as hers, none of them can endure so much. All of them have promised her to stay with her until she could settle down again, none of them could ever hold these promises, and it’s fine to her: she’s used to involuntarily broken promises. She’s used to the feeble nature of humans, of the uncursed ones.

She has grown more and more hesitant to accept new companions, over time. She tried to be cold towards them, to use her sombre reputation as a deterring agent – but some people are just in need of misery’s company, even her, and so they stick around until illness, injury, death, love or opportunity split them apart and the cycle continues. Naomi is used to it. She doesn’t even give her name to people anymore: it’s easier for both sides if these companions call them by whatever nickname the rumours about her convey.

The “Corpse Whisperer” is only one facet of her fictional identity, one of her many names and perhaps the least flattering. Over the years, she has accumulated them: “Cursed One”, “Black Healer”, “Reaping Doctor”, “Nameless Widow”, “Lady of the Last Sight”… Everywhere she’s gone, they’ve adopted a new name for her, to the point the name she was given at birth is nothing but lost to the sands of times, like numerous books she’s read, like the names of her fallen companions. So much things pass by your eyes when time doesn’t affect you anymore. Such is her curse, after all.

Even with time, the wounds left by her losses never truly scar. Every death in which she’s had some amount of responsibility weight on her shoulders, even if as time passes, she starts to forget more and more the individuality of her former partners. And, the heavier the luggage gets, the darker she tries to be, the more reclusive she behaves, so someone else doesn’t have to get hurt while following her on her eternal quest to heal others and, maybe, just maybe, finally find the way to end her own life.

Still, despite how much she has cried and screamed already, death continues to affect her when she can see blood on her hands or a cold limb at her feet. Even recently, she got bit in the throat by the death of two parents who had crossed her ways in unfortunate circumstances and she came too late to save them. As they let out their last breath, she met eyes with a curious little girl’s green irises full of life, and that’s when she knew – Naomi would be traveling with someone else once more.

Neither Alyssa nor she had a choice in the matter. The poor girl didn’t have any remaining relatives and the place where she lived was infested by werewolves, the same species that had killed her parents. Naomi couldn’t leave someone as young and frail as a ten-year-old girl suffer in the claws of the wolves on two legs that couldn’t control their animalistic urges. It quickly became her mission to redeem herself from letting two new persons die in front of her eyes by bringing Alyssa to a safe haven where she could have a normal life until Naomi herself found a solution to the lycanthropic problem.

However, and despite having guessed what happened, despite all of her tears and all of her pain, Alyssa has always told Naomi she didn’t hold anything against her, that she did her best when she tried to use her magic to bring back to life the recently deceased. Her smile, which at first was timid and more of a façade, has grown into an earnest one. Every time she sees it, it warms Naomi’s heart, but it reminds her head to remain cool and not to get attached because it’ll end badly for the both of them.

For a while, it was fine to have Alyssa around. They mostly went from village to village, from city to city, and Naomi made sure her protégée wasn’t in contact with the filth and contagion of the sick. Healed bone after healed bone, cured sickness after cured sickness, Naomi found herself enjoying the light-hearted chatters of Alyssa, going from refusing to answer her various questions on the world and herself to replying to them with more and more details.

It was already too late, by that point, but Naomi still liked to believe Alyssa would one day leave on her own terms and her wounds just heal for once. After all, they were only travelling together because Alyssa needed a new home to grow up in and have a chance at a normal life after the atrocious had happened.

However, that delusion has come to an end, as she’s now forced to make the biggest choice in her life, one that could cost her everything. At long last, the taste of death and the melody of the epilogue come back to her, making her feel more alive than ever, but at what price?

Alyssa has been poisoned with what she can only assume to have been a powerful, yet not instantly deadly substance. She missed catching its name when someone told her what was happening to Alyssa, what was causing her the rashes and the fever that keeps going up and up, but it reminds her of something – animantha toxaemia. A beautiful flower whose pollen has killed its fair share of humans, with no real cure known aside from a taxing healing spell, one forbidden not by choice, but by need.

Their meeting with the flower was unfortunate. Alyssa and she were on the run from some unforeseen adversaries and, once they had successfully lost them in the forest, Alyssa got curious about the deep purple beauty of the flower’s petals. Alyssa touched it when she inspected it before Naomi could remove the girl’s fingers from the stem and petals. Both are running away from death. Quite ironic, coming from the woman who was once nicknamed “the Silver Reaper”, but… what matters isn’t her fate, it’s Alyssa’s.

Naomi has managed to get them both out of the forest, but unfortunately, she’s starting to feel the paralysis effects of the flower in her legs, and that’s when she realizes she must have been in contact with a lethal dose of the flower’s poison. One thing the curse hasn’t protected her from is illnesses of this kind, and judging by the fever poor Alyssa has fallen victim to, she doesn’t count on staying alive much longer. She’d have expected herself to be pleasantly surprised by the prospect of finally passing away, since she has seen so much already, and roaming the Earth for about four centuries is starting to take a toll on her spirit – but she has never felt so alive, because danger is a powerful catalyser, and she has a life to save.

A final life, judging by what she needs to pay for what she’s about to do, but a worthy price to pay and perhaps the life that has mattered the most to her throughout her long, elongated life. She’s torn about having to leave Alyssa to her own devices, but they’re in a village, now, and Naomi hopes the inhabitants that took enough pity on them to lend them the small house they’re currently in will help her. She’s still young, barely fourteen, and she doesn’t want Alyssa to struggle again once she’s gone.

There’s no time to question it, however. The toxaemia has four stages, the last being an inexorable rise of internal temperature until the affected person inevitably dies. However, she can’t let that happen, and she has to act quick, because getting the both of them back to a safer haven has taken so long that Alyssa is at least in the third stage and, again, judging from her temperature, is crossing into the last before… before the inevitable happens.

There are numerous times where she wanted to give her life to save another, but never got to do it because the other person died before her eyes before she ever could or because they did it first, leaving her alone again, most of them eternally unaware of her immortality. Now, however, she’s the one who has to do it, because Alyssa isn’t a mage like her, wasn’t born with the ability to cast spells, and she’s someone who deserves to live life at its fullest, unlike her.

Naomi has made her decision the moment she touched the flower and nothing is going to make her go back on her decision – aside from the idea to leave Alyssa alone, but the girl has made some friends in the village due to how kind she is, so at least, Naomi has some hope. If her companions have shown her something, it’s that there still are good people in this world, no matter how many atrocities she’s seen.

Almost three centuries ago, she learnt spells that are now forbidden. One of them, whose original scroll has been burnt in an attempt to silence its deadly power, is the antidote to animantha poisoning. There may have been another way, hidden away in a forgotten script or still being conceived by some hermit mage or witch living in remote woods, but she doesn’t have the time to question it. All she can do, now, is apply the formula as she’s learnt it, hoping her spell memory has exceeded human standards. The curse should have at least given her that, if she was to become the Codex of Magic.

Her last name – the “Codex of Magic”, the true purpose of the curse inflicted on her so many years ago. How ironic, considering she’s lent all of the scripts she’s copied again in the bag she always carries with her, that she dies by the hands of one of the spells she was meant to preserve for prosperity. Even if she survives, she won’t be able to use the spell on herself afterwards in a timely manner, so she hopes Alyssa carries on her will. That’s all she wants.

Ignoring the pain in her limbs and her own rising fever, Naomi gathers her powers in both palms of her hands, summoning all of her healing prowess for one last show. The spell calls for specific incantations, which flow out of her mouth as if she was born to say them at some point – something about summoning the power of hope itself, serving as its vessel for a miracle, giving up one’s life for the sake of another. The spell was named “Hope of the Unending Agape” for a reason, after all, and Naomi doesn’t have anything else to lose.

The amount and intensity of the mana running through her entire body is searing her from the inside as her hands carefully cradle Alyssa on the bed of the house, cupping the girl’s face as the mage hopes it will work as intended. Alyssa must survive, it’s all that matters, she doesn’t care about the price of it all, just give this girl her life back, don’t take her away from the mortal realm so soon, not when she has so much to see and discover, so much to live and smile at.

Hope can take her soul, she doesn’t care, but that flower won’t take away Alyssa’s, she swears on her life. One has lived for too long and the other is too young to pass away.

This spell feels like inflicting agony on oneself, so her vision is starting to give in and so do most of her sense following it. She’s burning on the inside, either from the spell or from the toxaemia, but there’s no way for her to distinguish anymore. What she knows, however, is that Alyssa’s skin is cooling down and her tremors are fading away. This is more than a relief: she’ll survive. Alyssa will see another day and have the life she deserves, sunny and beautiful.

Little by little, frame by frame, Alyssa’s complexion regains its colour, the red stains on her cheeks disappearing. The sweat that was pearling on her skin fades away. Her frowned feature relax and give way to a peaceful expression, as if she had been sleeping all along. It’s a beautiful sight, really.

However, the same can’t be said for Naomi, as a huff of platinum smoke escapes from her lips and she collapses in pain. She has exhausted every cell of her being, or so it feels like, and it’s up to the curse to see if she’s worth saving – she doubts it, because a curse is a curse, and being a benefactor for its host would go against its own nature.

It very much feels like she’s dying, at long last. Her vision is mostly black now, safe for a couple blurry shapes, and most of her senses have already given in: her hearing has been replaced with a sort of slightly disturbed silence, she can’t tell what she’s touching and the only taste in her mouth is that of copper and iron. All she can feel are the tears going down her cheeks and the relief that, at least, someone is getting out of this alive.

Despite technically meeting her end at the hands of a toxic flower, Naomi doesn’t see it this way: she views her demise as the ultimate act to save a life and, as such, doesn’t have the shadow of a regret. Sure, there may have been things she’d have wished to do before she’d die, and her survival is a very unlikely gambit on the curse acting up; but they don’t matter compare to the reasons why she did such a thing, why she took on someone’s deadly pain onto herself.

The only thing she’ll be missing is the warmth of Alyssa’s voice…

When Alyssa wakes up from something that was between a dream and a nightmare, which she can’t remember aside from the magnificent gaze of a solar goddess looking to her eyes, she quickly realizes what she saw in her sleep wasn’t a figment of her imagination – and immediately knows, upon touching long and slender lukewarm hands, she has a task to accomplish to pay back a life-changing favour.

#bad things happen bingo #trauma center #trauma team #naomi kimishima #alyssa breslin #empathic healing #my writing #tw death #angst #bthb

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viviatwilight · 4 years ago

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hi trauma team and cookie run likers

#alyssa breslin #alyssa breslin trauma team #alyssa trauma team #trauma team #cookie run #cookie run crossover #ive been researching on how to replicate the cr style #i like it alot

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artisticflutter · 4 years ago

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AU Yeah August - Day Twenty-Five: Penpal

So I spent all of yesterday (again) writing something unrelated to AU month, but it’s done so I shouldn’t have more delays like it. Just the normal ones where I’m gaming or drawing, or suffering existence lol.

Series: Persona 4 x Trauma Team Rating: G+ Genre: General Pairing(s): Alyssa and Nanako Summary: Alyssa and Naomi go to visit her penpal that lives in Japan. Warning: No beta!

The number of hoops Naomi had to bother leaping through in order to make this work was ridiculous. However, that tends to happen when a Government makes an ass of themselves and didn’t want to admit their own error. Same could be said about the medical board, but they tend to be either or for other reasons. Still, their decisions were also part of the Government’s directive so they could be jackasses in this case too.

Fortunately, she had experience with plenty of people like that now. And she would put up with them if it meant giving Alyssa this trip.

It had begun as an assignment for school. Her class would be given a penpal somewhere in the world and receive correspondence thus helping improve her writing skills while helping improve her penpal’s English.

Alyssa’s penpal was a young girl named Nanako Dojima who lived in a small town called Yasoinaba. From what Naomi had been told – and from the backs of various letters she’d seen – the young girl was very much like most girls her age in Japan which was very modest, polite, and sweet. Naomi recalled herself being that way, and then high school happened with everything cascading after.

Well, hopefully, her father was prepared for that phase.

Back to the matter at hand, after months of letters and emails back and forth, Alyssa came to Naomi and asked if they could go to Japan and meet Nanako. There were a number of concerns Naomi had with that; chiefly how meeting someone in person might actually end their friendship, and trying to travel back in general. The doctor might not be on the ‘no fly’ list, but there’d been a whole show made of her deportation from her birth country. She didn’t want to go and beg the government for their permission – not when she did nothing wrong to be deported in the first place.

It was nice sometimes to have friends in high places sometimes.

Of course, getting them to relent came with a slight stipulation: One, she would be monitored by a local officer, and two, she would not perform any medical operations.

Simple enough; annoying, but simple. Almost worth the tacked on apology.

The train exiting the tunnel, Alyssa was practically bouncing in her seat and pointing. “Naomi, Naomi, look! That sign says ‘Yasoinaba’! We’re almost there!”

“So we are, Alyssa,” she replied, smiling. “Let’s sit down before the train arrives. We don’t want to fall over now.”

“Hehe, okay…!”

The bubbly girl dropped back into her seat and straightened out a few wrinkles in her dress, checking her eyepatch last. Meanwhile, Naomi looked over their luggage again, making sure they had everything. This would only be for the rest of summer – it would be fine. She would’ve liked to know the name of the officer that was going to watch her in the meantime, but it really did appear to be a small place; they would meet when they arrived.

The train slowed and the intercom blared to life, chirping their arrival to the Yasoinaba Station. When they reached a complete stop, Alyssa shot back to her feet. Normally, Naomi would probably scold her, but the cart was practically empty – she was in no danger of running into anyone. Gathering their belongings, Naomi handed Alyssa her suitcase before they both made their way off onto the platform itself.

Looking around, Naomi hummed. There was something about a rural city that…

No, wait… there was something odd already about this place.

“Excuse me…”

She turned her head sharply, startling briefly the man that had approached her. Taking a second to look him over, she noted the dark hair with some graying flakes, the stubble around his jawline, and his loose tie. Why bother wearing a tie if they weren’t going to do so properly? But she stopped herself from fixing it in order to meet his eyes again.

“Yes?” she asked, placing a hand on Alyssa’s shoulder as the girl held onto her waist.

“Are you, by chance, Kimishima?”

“… I am.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, wary if he turned out to be with the press.

However, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge. “I’m Detective Dojima. I’ve been assigned to watch you during your stay. I told them it would be a conflict of interest at the department, but…”

“I suppose they considered it more of a convenience…” she finished, sighing. “I understand the thought process, but I don’t approve of it.” She was also quite wary of what the intention might be.

“Yeah, I don’t either,” Dojima sighed, shaking his head. “Anyway, I’ll give you a ride to where you’re staying so you both can settle in. There isn’t much to do here.”

“That’s fine. I think it’s better Alyssa meet her friend in a quieter settling…”

But she wondered how long things would remain quiet for them.

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tcdarkeststorms · 4 years ago

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Seeking Help

It was happening again. It just had to happen again…

The house was quiet, for the most part. Her mother’s office door was closed, signaling she was busy with work (although that never stopped Alyssa, in truth.), Chloe was sitting in her lap. She nervously, ran her fingers through the soft black fur, her eyes looking around in alarm.

The neighborhood they lived in, was for the most part a good one. The Elementary school was a fifteen minute walk away by foot and she usually was able to, with a friend, or be dropped off in a group…

But… her neighbors also had bad habits.

“Mew?” Chloe leaned up, nuzzling her chin.

Please… Please….

Alyssa ducked into her blanket fort further, her shoulders shaking…

Outside, there was a large explosion heard.

Fireworks.

She wasn’t sure who was setting them off, but some neighbors recently had been setting them off, every night… Since early evening into the dead of the night.

“Nao’mi look! A bigtastic teddybear! It’s so cute!”

Stop it…

Alyssa froze up, gripping her head tightly… But she wasn’t seeing the living room around her. Or the cat in her lap.

She was seeing her old yard…

“What Nao’mi doesn’t know won’t hurt. She’s a grownup.”

I was bad…

I was really bad…

BANG!

She heard some inhuman noise… It took her a moment to realize that noise was coming from HER.

“Alyssa!?”

Alyssa snapped out of her reverie, finding the worried face of her mother, leaning in close. Naomi brought her into her arms, holding her tightly.

Alyssa was shaking like a leaf, burying her face into Naomi’s neck.

“Mommy… It’s not getting better… Why isn’t it getting better?”

“Sweetie…?” Alyssa sniffled, hugging her mother tighter.

“M’scared…”

Naomi sighed heavily, cradling her daughter close.

That therapy appointment can’t come soon enough…

Hank, Gabe, this doctor better be worth their life, or it’ll be a Thursday…

“Momma….”

“Shh…” She kissed her head, nuzzling her. “I’m here… I’m here…” She carried her, Chloe following in step behind her.

“I’m here…”

oooo

She could tell, Alyssa was nervous, as she held Chloe in her arms. The week had been a hard one… neither had really slept well, if she had to admit.

“I don’t wanna be here..” Alyssa whispered. “I’m not hurt…”

“I know Alyssa… but, this is important.” Naomi looked towards the door, narrowing her eyes, silently willing things to hurry up.

Alyssa reached over, touching her hand.

Naomi took her hand, squeezing it gently.

“What’s the doctor gonna do…?”

“They’ll ask you some questions, you’ll talk… it’s like when you're visiting Gabe, or having a check up. It’s a different check up though.” Naomi gestured to her head. “For up here.”

“... I’m not okay am I?”

Naomi sighed, bringing her arm around her daughter, stroking her arm. She had grown a little, but she was so very small still. Her feet barely brushed the floor.

“Alyssa, you have something that’s… actually very common.”

“Really? T-the problem with loud noises and… stuff?”

“Yeah… Little Guy, has it too… but instead of loud noises, he has bad dreams.”

“I bet…”

Naomi nodded.

“And Dr. Freebird… He sees a psychiatrist too. He recommended this clinic too, this is where he goes. He goes to the psychiatrist downstairs.”

Alyssa relaxed a little, as she tried to focus on the information… Navel, while he tried to hide when he was sad…. She could tell when he was struggling.

Dr. Freebird… she admittedly, never could imagine the man, who seemed larger than life ever having problems.

“And… You’re Uncle Derek…”

“Uncle Derek too?”

“Yes…”

Alyssa held her arm.

“And… you?” She asked.

Naomi flinched visibly, as Alyssa frowned.

“You do… don’t you?”

“I used to… But, your mom is a hypocrite sometimes who prioritizes everyone else over her self.”

“That’s true.”

“Heeeey.” Naomi nudged her arm, eliciting a giggle from her. “Sassy girl.”

“Sassy mom.” Alyssa smiled faintly.