Crossover Fan Fiction / Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction / Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ Reason And Accountability ❯ Last Dance ( Chapter 47 )

We were watching Aria the Scarlet Ammo.

“That one girl sounds kinda like you, Komachi,” I commented again. I noticed the first time, but it kinda nagged at me. Having a day off from saving lives or sleepwalking in someone else’s body was nice. Spending time with Komachi on a summer afternoon is delightful.

There was a tingle in my head and the ghostly phrase drifted through my head: and she fell out of the world and was never seen again by Jinshi.

I felt a sudden need to immediately cast Soft Landing, an alteration spell from Skyrim I’d picked up while training there. Considering I was in my living room, this caused Komachi to startle. A second later, a portal opened on the ceiling. Then a second after that a woman in silk robes fell out and soft landed on my spell in hardened air, stretching the ground before rising back up. I saw blood and activated my healing abilities. A lead ball in the upper chamber of the heart, normally fatal but I’m not normal. I kept up my healing hands spell and extracted the lead ball a half inch wide while knitting her heart back together. A quick application of Spark and she blinked aware again. A girl, a woman, actually. Covered in blood splatters, bruises, and hair in an elaborate arrangement with several jeweled pins here and there.

She said something. I blinked. I sounded like Chinese. I speak good English and several other languages, but I don’t speak Chinese.

“Komachi, did you get that?” I asked my little sister.

“Nope. Sorry. Let me try my phone. I think Geegaw Translate might help,” she said and then started fiddling.

I stood up and went into the kitchen retrieving a towel and wetting the corner of the cloth with warm water, returning to the woman blinking and examining the room. The TV was on, playing the anime we’d stopped paying attention to a few minutes ago. Some kind of conversation between a couple girls with guns inside a jet plane. This is probably going to result in them free falling out of a burning plane. I clicked the mute button and began wiping blood and soot off the woman’s face. I found bruises and gently healed them with touches of Healing Hands. As spells go it is ridiculously versatile. At the low level it lets you overpower it and heals major wounds. At my level it lets you do the work for far less mana. There was a remarkable amount of mana in Japan today, which I don’t understand, merely use. Only a fraction as much as found in Skyrim, of course, but still enough for healing the sick. She had bruises here and there, including her cheek, and broken rib on her right side. There were light burns too, and her ears were ringing from recent exposure to some kind of explosives. She stank of sulphur. I used Alteration to remove that, de-oxidizing it back into sulphur since the gas is poisonous. A bit of wind magic to push that out the window through the screen.

The girl spoke again, somewhat urgently, taking my hand in hers. Komachi’s phone spoke in response.

“Who are you? Where am I?” it asked. I blinked at the phone, then back to the girl.

“I am a healer. This is Japan, islands east of China, across the sea from Korea,” I answered. “My name is Hachiman. What is your name?” I asked her. My spell found she was pregnant and I healed the baby, curing some toxic shock that was hurting her unborn and lingering in her liver and kidneys. The phone spoke my words, translating from Japanese to Chinese. A moment longer and the baby was healthy again. Yes, I am good at this. Probably the best in many centuries, but being one of the few wizards in this world does mean the list is short.

“I am called Loulan,” she answered. She looked conflicted in this answer, so might not be her real name.

“Your baby is safe. Your wounds are healed. You might like a bath. We have a hot bath available. My sister will help you, Loulan,” I explained slowly.

“Really? Healed?” she asked in translated Chinese, the phone speaking in generic Japanese woman voice. She sat up, sticking her finger through the hole in her robe where the bullet had pierced her. Komachi helped lead her to the furo. I went to the sink and washed the rag clean with soap before wringing it out and taking it out to the washing line to dry.

I began making dinner. Komachi and her phone went back and forth with the girl. When Komachi emerged she went upstairs and returned with some clothing, some of mom’s underwear and the exercise pants that Pyrrha left behind. I’m not bitter. She went on vacation with Jaune. I think they’re in the USA? Married, newlyweds, doing their honeymoon. Komachi got pictures sent to her phone. Okay, so I’m a little hurt. Komachi entered the furo and the two emerged a little later, Loulan dressed, her drying hair up in a ponytail. She looked like a foreign exchange student of college age. I blinked. She was actually rather attractive. Komachi grinned at my stunned expression.

“You really do sound like my friend Maomao,” her phone said after a stream of Chinese.

“I made dinner early. Are you hungry?” I asked her, knowing she would be. She was eating for two, after all, and had just survived nearly dying. We ate rice and stir fried veggies with pork cutlets. It was enough, barely.

“Bro, Loulan is from a long time ago. Centuries ago. Fifteen-seventy-six, to be specific. She’s in the history books, killed during a rebellion in China her family wiped out,” Komachi explained.

I raised an eyebrow. I’d been practicing just raising one. Komachi was better at it for some reason.

“I’m guessing she’d like a guide to the internet and see a world map and maybe the short version of world history?” I asked. The phone translated. The pretty woman nodded agreement, smiling at last. Maybe having eaten a meal was helping.

I brought my laptop downstairs and we sat at the dinner table, observing the world map, then history of the sixteenth century, various wars and advancements in technology, coming back to China and Japan’s histories, the eventual meeting of explorers from The West, Europeans with their advanced technologies, firearms, new diseases, trade, foods, goods from the Americas. At some point I noticed she was fighting to stay awake and I helped Komachi get the woman to her room, onto the spare futon that Pyrrha used to use. She laid down and was quickly asleep, even fully clothed. Komachi shooed me out and I cleaned up our mess in the dining room, back to my bed and drifted to sleep.

The next morning I found that our guest had vanished. Sometimes visitors were like that. I guess we’d done enough for the sake of my patron’s requirements.