ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001.	Guilt	002.	New	003.	Solitude	004.	Content	005.	Tale
006.	Distort	007.	Luxury	008.	Listen	009.	Party	010.	Scent
011.	Storm	012.	Lessons	013.	Apology	014.	Relief	015.	Breeze
016.	Fading	017.	Passion	018.	Stay	019.	Rain	020.	Within
021.	Dread	022.	Revenge	023.	Time	024.	Perfect	025.	Eyes
026.	Bloom	027.	Beginning	028.	Bath	029.	Object	030.	Lost
031.	Pride	032.	Death	033.	Dance	034.	Remember	035.	Savage
036.	Late	037.	Crossroads	038.	Change	039.	Hope	040.	Dawn
041.	Hero	042.	Annoy	043.	Trouble	044.	Imagine	045.	Believe
046.	Words	047.	Home	048.	Understand	049.	Cage	050.	Animal
051.	Woods	052.	Fun	053.	Dare	054.	Spell	055.	Pray
056.	Warmth	057.	Mess	058.	Leap	059.	Attention	060.	Shopping
061.	Dessert	062.	Paper-cut	063.	Compromise	064.	Mouth	065.	Gone
066.	Intuition	067.	Fairies	068.	Gift	069.	Priceless	070.	Jewel
071.	Grin	072.	Quake	073.	Blush	074.	System	075.	Pressure
076.	Crash	077.	Closer	078.	Break	079.	Habit	080.	Safe
081.	Confusion	082.	Someday	083.	Instigate	084.	Goodnight	085.	Paint
086.	Always	087.	Guide	088.	Embrace	089.	Fall	090.	Help
091.	Different	092.	Anticipation	093.	Real	094.	Enough	095.	Again
096.	Glorify.	097.	Lack thereof.	098.	Fix.	099.	Smile.	100.	A little.

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toward the terra -> ⌈67.⌋ Fairies.

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It never walked—only floated, danced and pranced about without a single care. It was a pink creature, with clear blue eyes and a rabbit-kitten sort of body, and it wouldn’t go away. Oh, no, it would go away—whenever someone was around, it disappeared. Whenever he was along, it was everywhere.

It had to have psionic powers, because it was always swirling around him, brushing past him, never touching him – he never touched it, it never touched him- and if it was reading his mind, he couldn’t tell. It would summon up pink bubbles, or balls, or whatever they were, and bounce around the walls with them; ‘pass’ them to him, as if inviting him to play. It had to have psionic powers, because it would give calls of mu, mu whenever it was particularly happy.

Or sad.

Or angry.

He could never tell the difference, honestly. It giggled, sometimes, but even that was a strange, alien sound. It couldn’t be shot and it couldn’t be touched. At first, it had gotten under his skin, he had let it under his skin, watched it out of the corner of his eye and spent more time on the deck so it couldn’t follow him—Matsuka even had asked him if something was bothering him—and at that point, he’d decided to ignore it. Which was good- a decision meant he could move on, get back on his normal routine, no longer falter.

In other words, Keith Anyan got used to it.

It being the creature. The creature that couldn’t possibly exist. For all of its floating and bubble-making, long tail and tiny front arms, Mu Factor scans couldn’t catch it-- of course not, was the rationale, after long nights spent in front of a screen, searching through every document he was privy to, it’s a true monster.

For a true monster, Keith thought, watching as it spilled a cup of coffee after getting too curious (he’d call Matsuka to get him another one, but right when that monster entered, the coffee would magically be back to how it had been—he knew, it’d happened several times); for a true monster, it was horribly unthreatening. Something to keep an eye on, but unthreatening.

He’d wonder if he’d gone insane, except he hoped his hallucinations would be in better taste.

Mu, mu, mu.

And as he closed his own Mu’s eyes for the final time, and as an insanity patient’s body finally gave out, he came to appreciate the hovering, deluded red creature, began to listen to its calls of mu, because it acted as a siren, a beacon, warning them all of the monsters that would board humanity’s ship unharmed. Intentionally.

And just like a siren, once they were aboard, the creature disappeared at last. Keith supposed he disappeared afterward, too, so it was only fit.

He never did find any record on a Type Red.